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A Singaporean girl who graduated from a Medical College in the UK and currently working as a doctor, spending most of my years abroad burying myself amongst medical books, speaking Queen's English and trying to adapt to life in Britain. But I still remain a true blue Singaporean who loves my plate of char kway teow and enjoys the sense of closeness when speaking "Singlish" to my fellow countrymen. Why "The Chinese Doctor"? Because that's what my patients call me since they don't know my name!

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Random stuffs

All's been well these days :)

He chatted with me while I was still pretty sore abt it, and so kindly said he don't mind having dinner with me last Sunday. Walked ard town, found the restaurant we wanted to go to closed, so ended up buying fish & chips. It was really sweet of him to cook me noodles when we came back. It was nice sitting at the bar table, watching him cooking in the kitchen. A simple bowl of instant noodles, but it did make my night (and for some strange reason, it was delicious). Had a discussion, and we decided to put our quarrels behind us.

Bought him an english dictionary on Monday since his electronic dictionary doesn't have toooo many words, and it's a english-chinese one too. He wanted a purely english one, and I decided to spring a surprise on him by purchasing it for him. He was so touched and I felt very appreciated for my effort when he started smiling and gave a great hug. He then said, "How should I thank u for your effort? Dinner together tonight ok?" I was absolutely elated.

Went to Zushi and dinner was good. It just amuses me when he keeps going "Do you want this? It looks nice." and takes them like as if the food was cheap when it isn't. Had to keep reminding him of the shock he's gonna get when the bill comes if he keeps taking everything. Had so much fun chatting and eating dinner with him, until this Korean lady (with an angmo husband) stopped us when we were leaving. Manz, she kinda pissed me off and I do regret being very polite to her (because she's Asian). She was commenting on the way Asians communicate to each other..and telling me that her clients at work are always commenting that Asians speak quite loudly compared to Whites, and she thinks Asians should lower their volumes.

Goodness gracious. I was so tempted to tell her "Hello? Maybe you'll like to check what skin colour you are before u talk to me? And who cares about whether your husband or your clients are Whites and what your clients think? I am Chinese. I am proud of being Chinese, and if it's the Asian culture that we speak louder than Whites, and if I don't personally (and my friends too) find it annoying in any way, I am going to be the way I am, keeping my own culture. Don't give me the westerner crap. I might be in UK, but I'm not a White, so there is no good reason to why I should adopt their culture, do things their way just to please them, and let them boss me around. And YOU, being Asian yourself, should probably look at yourself and your fellow Korean youngsters before commenting on the way the other Asians are. Only give me advice when you are fit to. Plus, just in case you think I'm racist...I want to tell you I'm not. I just respect my race like the way I do for other races, and in return, I expect the same respect given to me. By the way, maybe you'll like to remind your clients that British are just as loud. I think anyone who isn't deaf can jolly well hear it on the streets."

Bah! Just hate those who are yellow-skinned and with a white husband, who gives me all the lecture abt the "western" shit, expecting me to bow to them, to please them. What makes them more superior? *rolls eyes*

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A psychiatric nurse brought up something really interesting..hahahah...
"When you talk to God, you're praying. But why is it when one claims that God is talking to him, is he Schizophrenic?"
Hahahahahaa...yeah..why ah? Tsk tsk...

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