<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469</id><updated>2011-12-12T00:20:46.213-08:00</updated><category term='vet practice'/><category term='surgery faint anatomy'/><category term='anal gland dog smell express vet'/><category term='vet school dog food hand force'/><category term='Benson respiratory tract'/><category term='gross dead mice liquid'/><category term='back pain lower lumbar bend pregnant chiropracter'/><category term='post mortem autopsy animal frozen humour'/><category term='vet dog surgery spinal'/><category term='food chili chicken porridge'/><category term='cat fat'/><category term='cat vomit'/><category term='work'/><category term='dates time vet school friend brother'/><category term='God Love'/><category term='bed comfort sleep'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Just some of my musings,
and dreamings,
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 and goings. = )</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-7213486832694125623</id><published>2008-08-27T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:28:32.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat vomit'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Best Alarm Clock EverMy CatThe time is 3AM in the morning, I wake up to the violent sounds of my cat making loud horrible retching/choking/hiccupping noises. Right above my head.I look sleepily at my cat and he stops.Just when I thought he was ok and I plonked back onto the sofa, he starts up again.I turn on the lights to look at him properly and realise and there is cat puke EVERYWHERE.It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/7213486832694125623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=7213486832694125623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/7213486832694125623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/7213486832694125623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-alarm-clock-ever-my-cat-time-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-3892665743366564370</id><published>2008-07-22T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:36:37.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food chili chicken porridge'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I've Lost My AppetiteA ladleful of chili makes the chicken porridge go down!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/3892665743366564370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=3892665743366564370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/3892665743366564370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/3892665743366564370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-ive-lost-my-appetite-ladleful-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-7853341869819121483</id><published>2008-07-22T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:34:41.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat fat'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too Much Food And Not Enough ExcerciseWe no longer have a cat.Now we now have a FAT.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/7853341869819121483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=7853341869819121483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/7853341869819121483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/7853341869819121483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2008/07/too-much-food-and-not-enough-excercise.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-5642105101630055022</id><published>2008-07-22T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:32:17.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WorkIs hitting me like a brick of walls</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5642105101630055022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=5642105101630055022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/5642105101630055022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/5642105101630055022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2008/07/work-is-hitting-me-like-brick-of-walls.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-2286077853697789991</id><published>2008-04-16T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:21:02.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benson respiratory tract'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Human Anatomy 101A Benson-ismBenson, looking up things on the net: "Hey Sharon where is the upper respiratory tract?"I answered :"Anything above your neck, your nose, throat..."Benson went on excitedly: "Oh I thought the upper respiratory tract was the lungs, then I was wondering where the lower respiratory tract was. I thought it was the stomach or something."I went incredulously :"Of course not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2286077853697789991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=2286077853697789991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/2286077853697789991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/2286077853697789991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2008/04/human-anatomy-101-benson-ism-benson.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-5160933454599516712</id><published>2008-04-03T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T17:04:49.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Love'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Greatest Love of AllAs passionate a love a man can have for a woman, So is God's love and more!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5160933454599516712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=5160933454599516712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/5160933454599516712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/5160933454599516712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2008/04/greatest-love-of-all-as-passionate-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-2933750656164975388</id><published>2008-03-04T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T16:35:43.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gross dead mice liquid'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Mus Soup"Yummy!Recipe1. Get some mouse carcasses, doesn't matter if they are freshly dead or not2. Put them in a plastic bag and seal it up3. Leave them in the fridge for a long LONG time4. Open up the bag. Voila! Mouse Soup!5. Optional garnishings: Salt, pepper and pus to taste</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2933750656164975388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=2933750656164975388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/2933750656164975388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/2933750656164975388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2008/03/mus-soup-yummy-recipe-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-7015858084670404166</id><published>2008-02-14T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T16:12:52.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post mortem autopsy animal frozen humour'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Post Mortem LessonsYou cannot autopsy an ice cube.You must defrost it first.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/7015858084670404166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=7015858084670404166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/7015858084670404166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/7015858084670404166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-mortem-lessons-you-cannot-autopsy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-292594927603880100</id><published>2007-10-27T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T02:38:38.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vet dog surgery spinal'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dating Rules...NotIn A Different ContextIn the university veterinary teaching hospital, "picking up" doesn't mean boy girl relationships. It means getting a new yappy patient to take care of while it's in hospital.My latest yappy little patient yapped much less from pain after we did spinal surgery on it which I scrubbed in on too! What started as a scary "land shark" that threatened to bite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/292594927603880100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=292594927603880100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/292594927603880100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/292594927603880100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2007/10/dating-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-2977930354761435632</id><published>2007-07-23T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T07:11:30.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed comfort sleep'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bed Physics 101Nobody Believes Me! (Except Cam)Now, bed comfyness is directly proportional to the amount of cushioning you have yourself, inversely proportional to how much NOT like a bed it looks like and inversely proportional to the number of curves you have.Therefore, the most comfy bed for me with my practically non-existent body fat and bony female curves that jutt out, is... the couch! Any</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/2977930354761435632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=2977930354761435632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/2977930354761435632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/2977930354761435632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2007/07/bed-physics-101-nobody-believes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-8049179738812212591</id><published>2007-07-14T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T10:42:20.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back pain lower lumbar bend pregnant chiropracter'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I Identify With Pregnant WomenLower Back PainNo, I am not preggers.2 weeks ago I "sprained" my right lower butt muscle (I presume) while bending down in the morning to get something off the floor. The pain was so bad I nearly couldn't stand up and comtemplated not going to extra-mural at the emergency centre. But who was going to take care of the animals if they got flooded with work? I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/8049179738812212591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=8049179738812212591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/8049179738812212591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/8049179738812212591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-i-identify-with-pregnant-women.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-9132373966195117940</id><published>2007-07-06T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T02:16:30.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vet school dog food hand force'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Newest Thing in Dog Nutrition : Sharon-Flavoured Dog Food!Why Sick Dogs Only Eat From My Hand"Melts in Your Mouth! And Also In My Hand!"One thing you get a lot of in the clinic is sick dogs. And I mean REALLY sick dogs. Who don't even want to eat a whole variety of commercial and home cooked chicken that we try to offer them. Sometimes we even try cat food because its smellier. And nothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/9132373966195117940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=9132373966195117940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/9132373966195117940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/9132373966195117940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2007/07/newest-thing-in-dog-nutrition-sharon.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-1347495092095010231</id><published>2007-07-06T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:52:31.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates time vet school friend brother'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time Warp!I've been so busy in vet school that it doesn't even feel that one and a half years have gone by already and it didn't feel like the month of June that just passed by because I was spending most of my time in school anyway.Now, in chronology of dates I have forgotten are:1. After swapping extra-mural dates with 2 different people (out of the goodness of my heart, ha ha )and not checking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/1347495092095010231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=1347495092095010231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/1347495092095010231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/1347495092095010231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-warp-ive-been-so-busy-in-vet.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-4110560298581760752</id><published>2007-07-06T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:26:21.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery faint anatomy'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One Surgery, Two Surgery, Three Surgery, FLOOR!The Day I Nearly Fainted in SurgeryDuring my extra-mural week in small animal clinics (I got to do surgery! Yes!) I bugged Dr Aaron to let me scrub in on an exploratory laparotomy ("We don't know what's wrong with your dog, maybe if we open him up we'll find something...") or some other similar abdominal surgery, I forget. As you will see, forgetting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/4110560298581760752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=4110560298581760752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/4110560298581760752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/4110560298581760752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-surgery-two-surgery-three-surgery.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-5719753586956066993</id><published>2007-05-30T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T08:31:49.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anal gland dog smell express vet'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sniff Sniff!The Sense Of SmellI realize that the smell of canine anal glands is not as bad as the smell of "wet dog". Although most other people would beg to differ.Did I mention EXPRESSING dog anal glands are very satisfying as well? Most of the time you get something to show for it!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/5719753586956066993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=5719753586956066993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/5719753586956066993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/5719753586956066993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2007/05/sniff-sniff-sense-of-smell-i-realize.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-349701368875357237</id><published>2007-04-18T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T03:25:14.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vet practice'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Playing "House"The Game I Always Seem To LoseThat's what we do in referral rotation. Mainly sitting around attempting to use our brains to solve cases other vets can't solve and every afternoon a clinician comes in and quizzes all of us in turn about the 100 possible things that could cause problems like vomiting, bleeding, coughing etc in animals. And when it comes to my turn I always seem to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/349701368875357237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=349701368875357237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/349701368875357237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/349701368875357237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2007/04/playing-house-game-i-always-seem-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-116792420508697734</id><published>2007-01-04T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:45:43.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Techno LOTR?This Got Me Laughing, But Well, I Laugh At Anything.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8s7PC_Y_gco</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/116792420508697734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=116792420508697734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/116792420508697734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/116792420508697734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2007/01/techo-lotr-this-got-me-laughing-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-116654205656187924</id><published>2006-12-19T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:33:31.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Water PondingRain Keeps FallingI never thought it would flood in Singapore, but it has! In some parts at least. Up to waist high it seems!There was a possibility of it when I saw the canal near the Buona Vista MRT gushing near its limit, I just hope the flooding doesn't get any worse than today.I thought the snow in summer in Queensland, Australia was strange enough, but flooding in my pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/116654205656187924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=116654205656187924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/116654205656187924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/116654205656187924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/12/water-ponding-rain-keeps-falling-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-116498639797925387</id><published>2006-12-01T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T07:19:58.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On TVSurvivor is on now, but it's just not the same without Jianny to go "gah gah" with over the cute boys.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/116498639797925387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=116498639797925387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/116498639797925387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/116498639797925387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-tv-survivor-is-on-now-but-its-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-116498204992846360</id><published>2006-12-01T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T06:07:30.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FriendsicknessIt is not home I get sick for, it is friends.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/116498204992846360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=116498204992846360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/116498204992846360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/116498204992846360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/12/friendsickness-it-is-not-home-i-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-116472642764463056</id><published>2006-11-28T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:07:08.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SeperationsWhy is it that just when I have realised I have become close friends with someone, I have to go?Sometimes I know when I will see that person again, sometimes not.Friends with whom I can have a conection with don't come along everyday.The last time this happened I was slightly depressed for a couple of months, even though I knew I would see them in a year. Anything that remotely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/116472642764463056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=116472642764463056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/116472642764463056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/116472642764463056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/11/seperations-why-is-it-that-just-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-116439437228650097</id><published>2006-11-24T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:52:52.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>German Guys = Gay?On the way to bringing my flatmates on an informal tour of the vet school...Jianny: "Sharon do you remember the first time you met Max you asked me if he was gay?"Me: " Is it? I don't remember leh..."Maris: "Yah! I thought all my German guy friends were gay until they said they had girlfriends!"And oh yes, Max is very happily straight with girlfriend in Germany. = )(To add to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/116439437228650097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=116439437228650097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/116439437228650097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/116439437228650097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/11/german-guys-gay-on-way-to-bringing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-116439358886026015</id><published>2006-11-24T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:40:34.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>German + Singlish = Ginglish?I've given up trying to explain to my German flatmate Max that "lah" is punctuation, NOT a statement.Not only have I given up trying to "teach" him Singlish, (my Malaysian flatmates Airin and Jianny have tried too), I've started to speak a strange German bastardised version of Singlish to Max lah!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/116439358886026015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=116439358886026015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/116439358886026015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/116439358886026015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/11/german-singlish-ginglish-ive-given-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-115799006787858571</id><published>2006-09-11T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T08:54:28.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AnnoyanceWhat Gets Me Jumping Up and DownPaperwork that doesn't seem to bring much benefit to anyone.For example, reports that take vast amounts of time to do resulting in pages upon pages of work that lecturers only seem to take a cursory glance at 1-2% and give an obligatory "tick" of approval to. It makes me feel shortchanged and subcredited.I could have been spending time suturing my green </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/115799006787858571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=115799006787858571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115799006787858571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115799006787858571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/09/annoyance-what-gets-me-jumping-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-115756055398782007</id><published>2006-09-06T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T09:35:54.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Lamb?Sheep lectures got me thinking.Sheep are one of the few, if only animal in the world that most or all cultures have no aversion or taboo to.Which is sort of great that Jesus is sometimes called the "Lamb of God".No one would be afraid of going to the Lamb and no one would be afraid of the Lamb getting close to them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/115756055398782007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=115756055398782007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115756055398782007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115756055398782007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-lamb-sheep-lectures-got-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-115747126131214779</id><published>2006-09-05T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T08:47:42.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life Is Like A BarstoolWhat makes a chair? It has at least one leg like a barstool.Life is like sitting on a barstool made of one central legs and one or more supporting legs.My central "leg" is God, and the other legs are people that support my life like my family and close friends.So even when one of my "supports" breaks down or gets shorter, I may feel unsettled and unsteady for a while, but I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/115747126131214779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=115747126131214779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115747126131214779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115747126131214779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-is-like-barstool-what-makes-chair.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-115529054032563346</id><published>2006-08-11T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T03:37:34.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happiness is...Not having a headache.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/115529054032563346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=115529054032563346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115529054032563346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115529054032563346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/08/happiness-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-115451509751079651</id><published>2006-08-02T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T03:38:17.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday In Teat Surgery...The "Clamshell" TechniqueWARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS MEDICAL PROCEDURES.Have I said I love surgery? I LOVE SURGERY!In large animal practical we got to practice stitching up artificially sliced cow udders courtesy of the local slaughterhouse.And why do cows get injured udders you may ask?Think about the cow that jumped over the moon. More likely the loony cow jumped </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/115451509751079651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=115451509751079651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115451509751079651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115451509751079651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterday-in-teat-surgery.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-115415720841580933</id><published>2006-07-29T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T00:13:28.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Surgical DiariesI would much rather DO surgery than have to write it up in minute detail.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/115415720841580933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=115415720841580933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115415720841580933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115415720841580933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/07/surgical-diaries-i-would-much-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-115389941308866205</id><published>2006-07-26T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:36:53.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The After-Effects of Vegetables, Tuna and RiceAlmost at the end of castration surgery on dogs, I felt a rumbling in my tummy while suturing up the dog.Better out than in I always say."BURP!"In slight shock, everybody in the surgery lab momentarily paused their surgery.Some guy on the other half of the lab chirped up:"This is DOG surgery, NOT PIG surgery!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/115389941308866205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=115389941308866205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115389941308866205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115389941308866205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/07/after-effects-of-vegetables-tuna-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-115389907249275802</id><published>2006-07-26T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:31:12.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GreenieA 1996 Hyundai Excel "sport" 3 door hatchback manual with no air con and power steering. Here's to toned arms!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/115389907249275802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=115389907249275802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115389907249275802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115389907249275802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/07/greenie-1996-hyundai-excel-sport-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-115212027047513037</id><published>2006-07-05T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T04:57:07.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Esperance EscapadeAn Unexpected Series of EventsI was in Esperance 700kn from Perth in country Western Australia doing a clinical attachment.Visited some farmers which I did a farm attachment with a year ago one night 20km from Esperance.10pm on the way back car started to make strange noises above 100kph.Car started STEAMING.I realised temperature guage was more than hot.Stopped the car on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/115212027047513037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=115212027047513037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115212027047513037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115212027047513037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-esperance-escapade-unexpected.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-115091984696602973</id><published>2006-06-21T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:57:26.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Addictive Than Scrolling Through Friendster Friendswww.prickie.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/115091984696602973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=115091984696602973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115091984696602973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115091984696602973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-addictive-than-scrolling-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-115004139460009595</id><published>2006-06-11T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T08:56:34.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are Currently Reading..The VET NERDBOOK OF THE FUTURE!!!Maybe.What do I do when juniors ask me about long ago practical exams? I look at my blog!What do i do when I can't remember what happened at a practical that I need to know for a theory exam? I look at my blog!Maybe not.I'm just not nerdy enough.But it sure does make for good random reading.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/115004139460009595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=115004139460009595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115004139460009595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/115004139460009595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-are-currently-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114948986644370868</id><published>2006-06-04T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:47:32.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In The Wake of The Da Vinci CodeLaugh!If you don't understand Singlish or Hokkien you probably won't laugh as hard, but it's worth a see!http://www.syfc.org.sg/events/dvc/cinema.html(Kudos to Eileen!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114948986644370868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114948986644370868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114948986644370868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114948986644370868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-wake-of-da-vinci-code-laugh-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114900659722131590</id><published>2006-05-30T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:25:31.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Do I Do When I Am Supposed To Be Doing Something Else?I BlogToday in Obstetrics: How To Abort A Foetus From The Inside Out (PG)A subcutaneous embrytomy is used to remove a decomposed foetus without sharp bones poking the mum by being covered with the dead foetus'own skin.Step 1. Pump a dead calf full of air to simulate bacterial decomposition.Step 2. Stuff calf into artificial cow.Step 3. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114900659722131590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114900659722131590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114900659722131590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114900659722131590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-do-i-do-when-i-am-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114848827378081245</id><published>2006-05-24T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T09:31:13.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How To Perform An Embryotomy (PG)From A Vet Student's PerspectiveThis week in obstetrics we learnt how to do an embryotomy by practicing on dead calves from the abbatoir. An embryotomy is basically an abortion done at full term on a fetus that is too large to deliver normally. In that case it is already dead before the procedure is done.Step 1: "Load" the embryotome. A long metal pole that gets </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114848827378081245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114848827378081245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114848827378081245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114848827378081245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-to-perform-embryotomy-pg-from-vet.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114821064320095380</id><published>2006-05-21T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T04:24:03.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Obstetrics is Exhilarating!(PG)So Far Anyway...For our first obstetrics lab we got to practice assisting in calf deliveries from "phantom" cows. These are false cows with hip bones placed in a real configuration. Then we get dead calves from the abbatoir, place them in a plastic rice gunny sack in different positions and practice pulling them out.There are different instruments to use, mainly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114821064320095380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114821064320095380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114821064320095380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114821064320095380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/05/obstetrics-is-exhilaratingpg-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114820992698786375</id><published>2006-05-21T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T04:12:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Balls! (PG)Animal Reproductive Fitness ExamsWARNING: MALES READING ANY FURTHER MAY FEEL SYMPATHETIC PAIN IN THEIR GROINS.Over the past few weeks I've examined rams, bulls and stallions bits. Electro-ejaculation with a tampon-like probe up their rectum had to be done to examine their sperm. We even have to manually erect their penises to get a proper look.In a bull this involves some other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114820992698786375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114820992698786375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114820992698786375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114820992698786375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/05/balls-pg-animal-reproductive-fitness.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114820923417243284</id><published>2006-05-21T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T05:32:54.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Veterinary Work Related Nerve Compression (PG)Been Up Too Many Animals' BehindsAs part of my reproduction and obstetrics rotations, my right arm mainly has been up bull's, cow's and "phantom" cow's behinds.Apparently the long hours have compressed the nerve in my right arm and caused some numbness, tingling and pain. The animals like to constrict their anus against my arm, stopping most of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114820923417243284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114820923417243284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114820923417243284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114820923417243284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/05/veterinary-work-related-nerve.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114820878049856803</id><published>2006-05-21T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T03:53:00.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boys are hairy, SHEAR them!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114820878049856803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114820878049856803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114820878049856803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114820878049856803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/05/boys-are-hairy-shear-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114649987572258615</id><published>2006-05-01T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:30:25.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Horse Reproduction (PG)The RotationWarning: The following account contains very graphic details that may disturb certain persons sensitive to descriptions of genital manipulations. THIS MEANS YOU ADI!!!Friday afternoon was spent arm-length deep into female horses rectums. The weather didn't seem so cold anymore. The horses kept me warm from the inside out.No it wasn't some perverted unnatural act</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114649987572258615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114649987572258615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114649987572258615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114649987572258615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/05/horse-reproduction-pg-rotation-warning.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114615610644929134</id><published>2006-04-27T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T09:41:46.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything Else is TemporalExcept us,and God.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114615610644929134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114615610644929134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114615610644929134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114615610644929134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/04/everything-else-is-temporal-except-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114615565046347176</id><published>2006-04-27T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T09:34:10.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meet Oscar...The CouchAfter Weeks of Deliberation, He Now Has a NAMEWe finally have a couch!Thanks to Amanda who saw it first and Amanda, Aneta and some guy from the village lugging it all the way back from the law school.No we didn't steal it, although it would be a sweet pre-emptive strike on those future lawyers...Oscar was meant for the dump, sitting forlornly waiting for Wednesday to come, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114615565046347176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114615565046347176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114615565046347176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114615565046347176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/04/meet-oscar.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114598277209328385</id><published>2006-04-25T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T09:32:52.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surgery Makes My Thumbs HurtThey Still Do...Had surgery lab yesterday. And it was my turn to be surgeon!I was actually fighting sleepiness the whole day after NOT sleeping (as usual) before my surgery theory test at 8.30. Nodded off a couple of times in the equine wound lecture from 10.30 to 11.30. I was trying to absorb and understand ovariohysterectomy (spay) procedures from a textbook during </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114598277209328385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114598277209328385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114598277209328385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114598277209328385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/04/surgery-makes-my-thumbs-hurt-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114543253556171266</id><published>2006-04-19T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T00:42:15.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song in My HeartThe Things I Learn When Researching Song Origins To Blog"Thank You For Saving Me" written by Martin Smith, DELIRIOUS? ! (I never knew.)Thank you for saving me, what can I say?You are my everything, I will sing your praise.You shed your blood for me, what can I say?You took my sin and shame,A sinner called by name.Great is the Lord,Great is the Lord,For we know your truth has set </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114543253556171266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114543253556171266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114543253556171266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114543253556171266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/04/song-in-my-heart-things-i-learn-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114485753400424233</id><published>2006-04-12T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T03:39:00.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Not-So-Big ButtI was cold in class, more so than usual. I think the coffee caffiene is doing that by vasodilating my extremities, namely my hands and feet.Mara, Jialin and Wengyan all happened to visit my seat in class during break and reacted, telling me I should get more pants.Then I lamented how it was hard to find nice pants for my big butt.Jialin interjected: "You don't have a big butt, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114485753400424233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114485753400424233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114485753400424233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114485753400424233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-not-so-big-butt-i-was-cold-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114467228134009966</id><published>2006-04-10T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T05:31:21.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A ParadoxI'm come to the conclusion that the less I study the more I actually know how to do an exam.Take today, I studied a day before my Imaging exam and I knew how to do it.In other units such as "Epidemiology, Public Health and Diagnosis" and "Life and the Universe" I studied one, at most two days tops for those and did amazingly well.On the other hand, I could study for days and weeks on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114467228134009966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114467228134009966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114467228134009966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114467228134009966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/04/paradox-im-come-to-conclusion-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114447066795403305</id><published>2006-04-07T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:31:07.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I Know I'm Chinese...I'm a Mandarin!You're an intellectual, and you've worked hard to get where you are now.  You're a strong believer in education, and you think many of the world's problems could be solved if people were more informed and more rational.  You have no tolerance for sloppy or lazy thinking.  It frustrates you when people who are ignorant or dishonest rise to positions of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114447066795403305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114447066795403305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114447066795403305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114447066795403305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-i-know-im-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114447032710781732</id><published>2006-04-07T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:25:27.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Cute!I'm a Mazda Miata!You like to soak up the sun, but your tastes are down to earth.  Everyone thinks you're cute.  Life is a winding road, and you like to take the curves in stride.  Let other people compete in the rat race - you're just here to enjoy the ride. Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114447032710781732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114447032710781732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114447032710781732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114447032710781732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-cute-im-mazda-miata-you-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114447024241260705</id><published>2006-04-07T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:24:02.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tiredness4th year is really taking a lot out of me, both physically and mentally.Just the other day, I sleepily made chai tea and miso soup for breakfast before school, got the soy milk out of the fridge (I know, I know, I have a hippy streak in me) and proceeded to pour it into the MISO SOUP instead of my tea.It didn't taste that bad actually.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114447024241260705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114447024241260705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114447024241260705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114447024241260705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/04/tiredness-4th-year-is-really-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114407402056493901</id><published>2006-04-03T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:24:59.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some People Have A Gaydar,I've Got An ANIMADARMy animal radar is pretty good I think.It manages to spot animals from up to 20 metres away, even in blinding sunlight or darkest night.These creatures mainly range from quokkas to quendas to rabbits to bobtail lizards and skinks, the native and not-so-native inhabitants of this land Down Under that always bring a smile to my face. = D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114407402056493901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114407402056493901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114407402056493901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114407402056493901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-people-have-gaydar-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114338658072079622</id><published>2006-03-26T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T07:23:00.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Stand CorrectedSome Things Just Grow On You...Like Music!I was wrong. Even though I wasn't immediately attracted to Corrine May and Switchfoot, they've sort of grown on me.In chronological order? Switchfoot first. They've got an advantage because they are male, and I do have a penchant for male vocalist's... VOICES.Thanks to their number one fan "I love Switchfoot so much I have a I LOVE </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114338658072079622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114338658072079622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114338658072079622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114338658072079622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-stand-corrected-some-things-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114330144282166229</id><published>2006-03-25T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T07:51:33.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Inhabitants of RottnestThe First Settlers Thought They Were Giant Rats, Hence They Called The Island :"Rat's Nest"Look into the sweet furry face of a quokka.Can't you see the face of an angel?Ok maybe not.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114330144282166229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114330144282166229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114330144282166229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114330144282166229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/03/inhabitants-of-rottnest-first-settlers.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114308605579002048</id><published>2006-03-22T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T19:54:15.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's Play!House?Gone are the days when playing "house" meant barbie dolls and plastic tea sets.Now playing "House" means trying to figure out the diagnosis of a difficult case before Dr House on the television does.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114308605579002048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114308605579002048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114308605579002048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114308605579002048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/03/lets-play-house-gone-are-days-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114251789064386700</id><published>2006-03-16T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T06:04:50.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today In ObstetricsOnly in Australia will wine bottles be used for things other than containing wine.One of the best ways to push back an everted uterus in a cow is to stick a long bottle of wine in (riesling works best, because it is normally in a long bottle!).For the same problem in sheep we were told that "Fountain" brand soy sauce bottles work really well. Not Kikkoman though, thats a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114251789064386700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114251789064386700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114251789064386700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114251789064386700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-in-obstetrics-only-in-australia.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114251234051149490</id><published>2006-03-16T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T01:24:27.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OriginsSinglish is my default tongue.It takes a lot of brain power to speak in normal English.Just listen to me when I am really tired LAH!Little wonder the Australians think I'm speaking a foreign language when I am actually not. Just English with a Singaporean flavour.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114251234051149490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114251234051149490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114251234051149490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114251234051149490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/03/origins-singlish-is-my-default-tongue.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114225437476829543</id><published>2006-03-13T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T04:52:54.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ER for Produce"A stitch in time,saves a nectarine!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114225437476829543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114225437476829543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114225437476829543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114225437476829543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/03/er-for-produce-stitch-in-time-saves.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114215929730208305</id><published>2006-03-12T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T02:28:17.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love is...Stronger than the desire a woman can have to love a man,is the desire God has to love mankind.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114215929730208305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114215929730208305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114215929730208305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114215929730208305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114207799200131190</id><published>2006-03-11T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T03:53:12.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heard of Minestrone?I've Created MISOstrone!All the vegetables and pasta of a traditional minestrone, in a miso soup base!Hey it's not called adulteration, it's called FUSION.Anyway Airin says it looks really professional. So there. ; )</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114207799200131190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114207799200131190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114207799200131190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114207799200131190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/03/heard-of-minestrone-ive-created.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114164579335558369</id><published>2006-03-06T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T04:34:33.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crabbing Not So Good?Another group went on Saturday. At the same spot I went. With very good weather. About 10 people from the Student Village. The ringleader even snorkled! And caught a grand total of 3 crabs. Wow. I wondered if they prayed. ; )</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114164579335558369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114164579335558369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114164579335558369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114164579335558369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/03/crabbing-not-so-good-another-group.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114156316442711492</id><published>2006-03-05T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T04:52:44.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Miss the BRC!Or Could It Be Just Drug Interactions?Little things keep reminding me about the people and animals there. Songs heard.Jokes shared.Almost ALL aspects of what I'm currently studying.Even when the lecturer discusses disinfectants I think about the Clidox we use there.I've even started to subconsciously make soft mini-pig grunting noises when I'm bored. (Not so good during church </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114156316442711492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114156316442711492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114156316442711492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114156316442711492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-miss-brc-or-could-it-be-just-drug.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114156112117833764</id><published>2006-03-05T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T07:16:14.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm So Full of CrabWhat Many People Have Already SuspectedThank God for the harvest of crabs`we had on Friday!38 crabs (legal size mind you, we threw back many undersized ones) by 12 girls (11 of them first-timers) in 4 hours.Pretty good considering other groups have gone out, seen nothing, caught a crab ACCIDENTALLY, and have had to throw it back because it was undersized. Another group on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114156112117833764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114156112117833764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114156112117833764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114156112117833764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-so-full-of-crab-what-many-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114131456803955440</id><published>2006-03-02T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T07:49:28.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Dogs, Shy Dogs, Sweet Dogs ADOPT A DOG At the RSPCADid the small animal rotation there. The first time I ever gave a dog a pill. Vet school is about a lot of first times. So many first times in fact, I forgot what my first "first time" was. = PAfter today I've realised that:Dogs drool and cats can maul you.  The moral of the story is, get into lab animals. They don't drool and don't have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114131456803955440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114131456803955440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114131456803955440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114131456803955440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-dogs-shy-dogs-sweet-dogs-adopt.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114131391099238198</id><published>2006-03-02T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T07:38:30.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Head for the Hills!Science Diet Anyone?"The assignments are coming! The assignments are coming!"It's actually just one for me. I just have to UNDERSTAND it before I do it.I have to know how x-rays WORK in order to critique bad ones. Vet really is the course for jacks-of-all-trades. We get taught how to TAKE x-rays and EVALUATE them. Whoa.And the due date is on my birth anniversary. Great. = P</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114131391099238198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114131391099238198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114131391099238198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114131391099238198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/03/head-for-hills-science-diet-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114104905139545689</id><published>2006-02-27T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T06:04:11.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Attractive BehindAttractive to My Girlfriends (Is that a good or bad thing?)I wore my nicely-fitting black pants to school today in case of surgery practicals in the afternoon.Went to talk to Eileen in the front row in between lectures and suddenly, out of the blue...Got butt-slapped HARD by Jialin on the right butt cheek as she walked by. Ouch!I think the handprint is still there. Thanks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114104905139545689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114104905139545689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114104905139545689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114104905139545689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-attractive-behind-attractive-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114096747195945167</id><published>2006-02-26T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T07:24:31.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ways to Die?Heard Off Sonshine FM Which Heard From a Dodgy Source On the NetChances of dying in an airplane crash: 1 in 25 millionChances of dying falling off your bed: 1 in 2 millionWhich means you are about 12 times as likely to die by falling off your bed?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114096747195945167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114096747195945167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114096747195945167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114096747195945167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/02/ways-to-die-heard-off-sonshine-fm.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114094906067552090</id><published>2006-02-26T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T02:17:40.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OpposabilityDoing Everything with My Left HandI never realised how much I needed to use my right opposable thumb, until I couldn't use it.Thanks tuna can. -_-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114094906067552090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114094906067552090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114094906067552090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114094906067552090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/02/opposability-doing-everything-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114094888395023425</id><published>2006-02-26T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T08:12:52.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Identity CrisisOf an Air PlantJianny thought Spike was a pineapple! -_-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114094888395023425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114094888395023425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114094888395023425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114094888395023425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/02/identity-crisis-of-air-plant-jianny.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114086679393835721</id><published>2006-02-25T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T23:14:39.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thinkings By AlParaphrased by Me"Everybody has animal instincts, not everybody uses their "logic" button."I just love my brother. ; )</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114086679393835721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114086679393835721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114086679393835721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114086679393835721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/02/thinkings-by-al-paraphrased-by-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114086667803221582</id><published>2006-02-25T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T03:24:38.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too Light?!Went to play "Dance Dance Revolution" at an arcade in Fremantle with Carol in lieu of watching a movie that wasn't showing.I was wondering why I was "missing" all the steps when I realised I was too light for the machine to detect me!0_oSo I had to stomp instead of step. Ouch.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114086667803221582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114086667803221582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114086667803221582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114086667803221582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/02/too-light-went-to-play-dance-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114086648629589830</id><published>2006-02-25T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T03:21:26.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Latest "Pet"Because I Don't Have Time for My Dehydrated Sea Monkeys (Sea Monkeys Free to a Good Home!)I bought an air plant from Fremantle last night. It's this cool thing you can stick anywhere, no soil required! It just needs sun and a "bath" every few days.I shall name it "Spike".I hope it doesn't die... Then I can get more!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114086648629589830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114086648629589830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114086648629589830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114086648629589830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-latest-pet-because-i-dont-have-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114086609771086406</id><published>2006-02-25T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T03:14:58.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My ThumbAneta says I'm a Silly SausageIt all happened on Thursday night when both me and Jianny wanted to cook.I figured she was more hungry than me so I let her go first with use of the chopping board and stove. I wasn't THAT hungry anyway.So I let her cook and I ate my pineapple slices.Which got me hungrier.So I got out a tiny can of tuna and opened it by the tab. It sort of got stuck halfway </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114086609771086406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114086609771086406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114086609771086406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114086609771086406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-thumb-aneta-says-im-silly-sausage.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114069913244348837</id><published>2006-02-23T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T04:52:12.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lost and FOUNDThe Prodigal SuitcaseRemember the little orange suitcase I thought was possibly in a number of people's houses or cars over summer?It turns out I forgot to ever take it out of my flat. Oops.Trinh found it and nicely placed it at the end of the corridoor innocently thinking that it would still be there when I returned this year. (Student village policy states that everything left in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114069913244348837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114069913244348837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114069913244348837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114069913244348837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/02/lost-and-found-prodigal-suitcase.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-114044033743948896</id><published>2006-02-20T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T04:58:57.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I Miss in the BRCMainly the Pigs...The happy squeaking of the guinea pigs as the food bucket rolls around,The way the piglets and Rambo wag their tails when I call them,The way the weaner pigs sniff you with their inquisitive noses and look at you with intelligent eyes,And the roller-coaster squealing of the pigs for food as "handsome" Sivam hoses down their pens.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/114044033743948896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=114044033743948896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114044033743948896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/114044033743948896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-i-miss-in-brc-mainly-pigs.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113980600279141922</id><published>2006-02-12T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T05:02:06.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Promise Yet Unfulfilled To My Colleague Who Found Me a Nokia Charger When I Really Needed OneI wasn't able to buy my "handsome" Sivam his kopi-o in return for that favour. And I'm leaving tomorrow.Maybe he will really try to go past immigration like he said at the last minute waving his arms and raving in a sing-song Bollywood style : " Gorgeous! You forgot my kopi-Ooooooo......!"That will be a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113980600279141922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113980600279141922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113980600279141922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113980600279141922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/02/promise-yet-unfulfilled-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113980566692156317</id><published>2006-02-12T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:41:06.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Phone Conversations with DadWhile Out Late and Sounding a Little HighDad: "Girl, are you drinking?!"Me: "Yup. I'm drinking teh ice and teh c ice." = D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113980566692156317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113980566692156317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113980566692156317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113980566692156317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/02/phone-conversations-with-dad-while-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113980551821879858</id><published>2006-02-12T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T05:29:22.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shout OutsIn Order of OccurenceKudos to my lovely colleagues who waited 4 hours into a Friday night while I was delivering piglets to bring me out for seafood at a popular Ngee Ann hangout, allowing me to whack light bulbs while playing pool and talking (work again) at Killeny Kopitiam while I got high on condensed milk and teh.Caryn (my first day pal!), CLOK! SIEW HUA! and CLOK! WEILING! (aka </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113980551821879858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113980551821879858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113980551821879858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113980551821879858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/02/shout-outs-in-order-of-occurence-kudos.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113980418263358134</id><published>2006-02-12T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:16:22.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Phone Conversations with People Who Don't Know What I DoWhile Delivering Piglets from a Mini-PigCaller: "Hi Sharon are you free now?"(Newly born piglet squeals blue murder in the background)Me: "Erm, yah. Could I call you back later?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113980418263358134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113980418263358134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113980418263358134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113980418263358134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/02/phone-conversations-with-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113931861389237379</id><published>2006-02-07T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T05:23:33.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gender Crisis?One drawback of being a boyish girl is that sometimes boys forget that you are a girl.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113931861389237379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113931861389237379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113931861389237379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113931861389237379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/02/gender-crisis-one-drawback-of-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113863129133870174</id><published>2006-01-30T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T06:28:11.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Pinnae!My EARSIs it just me or are my ears becoming longer, sharper and pointier?I know I like Legolas, but this is ridiculous. = )</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113863129133870174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113863129133870174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113863129133870174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113863129133870174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-pinnae-my-ears-is-it-just-me-or-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113802792202192667</id><published>2006-01-23T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T06:52:02.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Many people have asked me : "Sharon, how do you make your hair stand up like that?". All will be answered in this hair-raising revelation...How to Have Gravity-Defying HairWithout Any Hair Product!1) Get a short haircut on top. (1 to 2 inches seems to be the best length for "GDH" (gravity-defying hair).2) Wash hair before going to sleep.3) Roughly wring dry hair, preferably with a microfibre </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113802792202192667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113802792202192667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113802792202192667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113802792202192667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/01/many-people-have-asked-me-sharon-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113802688557556413</id><published>2006-01-23T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T06:34:45.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All About My PosteriorI Like My Big Butt and I Cannot LieYes, I have the Asian equivalent of J Lo's behind.Which makes it one of the favourite parts of my body, but also makes it very difficult for me to find clothes that just fit, not even flatter, it properly.The peasant skirts that are all the rage now? I cannot wear. My tush looks out of proportion to the rest of my body.And I realise a lot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113802688557556413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113802688557556413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113802688557556413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113802688557556413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-about-my-posterior-i-like-my-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113802632483537257</id><published>2006-01-23T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T06:25:24.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Carry OnBecause He Lives by William J GaitherBecause He livesI can face tomorrowBecause He livesAll fear is goneBecause I knowI know He holds the futureAnd life is worth the livingJust because He lives</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113802632483537257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113802632483537257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113802632483537257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113802632483537257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/01/carry-on-because-he-lives-by-william-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113781808973181925</id><published>2006-01-20T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:34:49.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Irreverent Conspiracy TheoriesRegarding RabbitsChrysanthemum tea is actually RABBIT PEE.Go smell the fragrance of pee produced from fairly clean laboratory rabbits drinking distilled, autoclaved water and eating irradiated pellets. It smells exactly like chrysanthemum tea from a certain famous Singaporean can drink when it gets soaked up in ink-free newsprint. It MUST be rabbit pee because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113781808973181925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113781808973181925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113781808973181925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113781808973181925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-irreverent-conspiracy-theories.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113767694199190012</id><published>2006-01-19T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T05:22:21.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Songs That Have Been Forever Ruined in My Mind "Let me show you the shape of my BUTT" purposely ruined by Al from Shape of My Heart by the Backstreet Boys"I don't wanna close by ASS" as misheard by Bing in the noisy dirty area from Don't Want to Miss a Thing by AerosmithI will never be able to hear these songs without recalling their alternative versions.And they all so happen to have references </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113767694199190012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113767694199190012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113767694199190012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113767694199190012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/01/songs-that-have-been-forever-ruined-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113767640998760107</id><published>2006-01-19T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T05:13:29.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Priorities TooAttempting to climb every molehill will result in a very big mess.But the mountains will still remain.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113767640998760107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113767640998760107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113767640998760107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113767640998760107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/01/priorities-too-attempting-to-climb.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113759442728235240</id><published>2006-01-18T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T06:27:07.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PrioritiesDon't miss the mountains for the molehills.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113759442728235240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113759442728235240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113759442728235240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113759442728235240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/01/priorities-dont-miss-mountains-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113741978518609604</id><published>2006-01-16T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T17:49:31.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TIGER!!!The Gecko-HunterMy cat just caught what I thought was a moth off Al's door. I saw fluttering pale brown movements. On closer inspection the pale brown object was a writhing TAIL and Meow Meow had a GECKO in his mouth. I thought it was dead and I didn't want him to eat it (lest he puked) so I grabbed him by the collar.AND THE TAIL-LESS BUGGER RAN AWAY.It's now hiding somewhere among </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113741978518609604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113741978518609604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113741978518609604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113741978518609604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/01/tiger-gecko-hunter-my-cat-just-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113721737823959582</id><published>2006-01-13T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T21:42:58.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I Really Needed PeaceMy Heart Will Trust by HillsongsThough I walk through valleys lowI'll fear no evilBy the waters still my soulMy heart will trust in You</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113721737823959582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113721737823959582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113721737823959582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113721737823959582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-i-really-needed-peace-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113637801853352865</id><published>2006-01-04T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T11:36:44.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sayings By SharonAfter spotting a patch of mimosa after lunch with colleagues"MIMOSA! MIMOSA!"After which I proceeded to stomp happily on the mimosa patch to see the leaves close up. = )Hey I haven't done that since primary school. I've been a little deprived of things like that for a long long time.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113637801853352865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113637801853352865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113637801853352865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113637801853352865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2006/01/sayings-by-sharon-after-spotting-patch.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113557545285348143</id><published>2005-12-25T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T21:37:32.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SurvivalOne year ago some primitive island tribes knew how to run when they saw the sea suddenly receding. Knowing through the stories of their ancestors the sea would come back in a big way. Even though they attributed the phenomenon to good and bad spirits shaking the "world tree", they survived.Would we be able to survive in the natural world today?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113557545285348143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113557545285348143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113557545285348143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113557545285348143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2005/12/survival-one-year-ago-some-primitive.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113557512635415508</id><published>2005-12-25T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T21:32:06.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JaywalkingHow exactly does a Jay walk?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113557512635415508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113557512635415508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113557512635415508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113557512635415508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2005/12/jaywalking-how-exactly-does-jay-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113516870676584312</id><published>2005-12-21T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T04:38:26.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the Ride Home...Mum : " Today I killed one bird with two stones!"Me : " Mum, how do you kill one bird with two stones? "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113516870676584312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113516870676584312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113516870676584312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113516870676584312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2005/12/on-ride-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113474985742230380</id><published>2005-12-16T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T08:17:37.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Loneliness...The Most Common Affliction of Our TimeIn Sun-Stars-Moon by the Paul Colmon Trio:" I want to be with You, 'Cause You're the only one, Who heals my lonely  soul "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113474985742230380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113474985742230380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113474985742230380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113474985742230380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2005/12/loneliness.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113450141426226736</id><published>2005-12-13T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:18:09.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Al gets bubble "snow" in his hair from a float at the cheesy Christmas parade in (never) Everland, Korea.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113450141426226736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113450141426226736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113450141426226736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113450141426226736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2005/12/al-gets-bubble-snow-in-his-hair-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113450119134273382</id><published>2005-12-13T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:18:22.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cheesy Korean cartoon at Mt Sorak (I think), Korea</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113450119134273382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113450119134273382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113450119134273382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113450119134273382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2005/12/cheesy-korean-cartoon-at-mt-sorak-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113450085387505245</id><published>2005-12-13T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:07:33.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bunny so fluffy it doesn't seem to have eyes. At the top of the Phoenix Park Ski Resort, Korea.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113450085387505245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113450085387505245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113450085387505245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113450085387505245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2005/12/bunny-so-fluffy-it-doesnt-seem-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113390029738562476</id><published>2005-12-06T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T12:18:17.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>June gets thirsty at Araluen...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113390029738562476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113390029738562476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113390029738562476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113390029738562476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2005/12/june-gets-thirsty-at-araluen.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4043469.post-113389984683116843</id><published>2005-12-06T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T12:10:46.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>June gets hungry at the Araluen Tulip Festival...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/feeds/113389984683116843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4043469&amp;postID=113389984683116843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113389984683116843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4043469/posts/default/113389984683116843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roseofsharon.blogspot.com/2005/12/june-gets-hungry-at-araluen-tulip.html' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
