mercoledì, agosto 31, 2005
:: haunted ::clop clop clop clop chop chop clop screech clop clop chop chop chop click click chop chop clop clop clop screech clop clop clop clop clop clop chop chop chop chop chop screech chop chop chop screechscreech chop chop clop clop clop clop clop cloppp cloppp clopp screech chop chop chop clop clop clop clop screech clop clop clop clop click click click screech chop chop chop chop chop screech chop chop clop clop clop clop clop clop...
@ the rate of 120-140 beats per min.
great this is what i hear every nite right before i fall asleep.
great, haunted by some abortus...
great, i shall do posts like these, cuz no time to breathe, bathe, eat, shit or sleep.
lunedì, agosto 29, 2005
:: what is this?!?!?! ::heh. my tutor gave me this during clinic session leh.
saw one patient (nulliparous-looking cervix cuz both babes came out via C-section)... and it was SOOO traumatic to put this thing in! i call it the Icky Uoozy Cervical Disaster!
and saw another pt who had this in her for freaking 19 years! now stuck liao lah, cannot take out... pull also caused the thread to break!
gimme barrier method any time manz...
muahaha i dun think hormonal methods are that safe... despite what studies may show. dun mess ard with yr hormones! later become chronically-pmsed. hehe.
i support efficient sabotage & ceaseless assassination!!!
sabato, agosto 27, 2005
:: ristorante pizzeria giuseppe ::68 prinsep street
tel 633 4823
guiseppe means joseph... heh heh... closed on sundays
i give it ***** stars.
one for the ambience (very nice... )
one for the service (very polite, friendly, know their stuff AND professional! follow all the etiquette rules to a tee)
one for the price (cheap ah)
one for the quality (fresh, authentic, no MSG)
one for the variety of food.
how to get there:
- 5 min walk from hotel rendezvous bus stop
- by car: turn left at the junction in front of hotel rendezvous, then turn right after the first over head bridge. park at sunshine plaza or just right outside the restaurant.
antipasti
insalata cesare (caesar's salad): VERY NICE! the dressing is just nice... the vinagrette isn't too sour, with a dash of white wine along!
calamari fritti: ok la, calamari is calamari, at least theirs isn't as oily or salty as some other places.
proscuitto con melone (ham -pork, with honey dew): um, ok. kind of odd. not my type of entree.
mozzarella con pomodoro (cheese, basil with tomato): it's actually very nice... in a mild, after-taste sort of way. interessante! the basil is the key ingredient!
or u can get the taster, which is some grandi.... can't rem the name. (SGD16)
minestra di zucca (pumpkin soup with pine nuts and lots of other stuff)
very thick. really thick. nice design. not too sweet/salty. can feel all the ground pumpkin.
minestra al funghi (mushroom soup)
not like those you get elsewhere, which are 'campbell' like. uses portobello mushrooms.
SGD5
spaghetti ai frutta di mare SGD14slurp. the nicest i've had so far. reasonable portion, though plate is VERY huge.
fat, no-sand mussels (no xin1wei4), big fresh scallop, squid, pretty large prawns in tomato sauce... with hmmm not sure what the spice is... basil? rosemary?
tagliattello bolognaise SGD14
the usual spaghetti bolognaise BUT tastes SO MUCH NICER! the taste is extremely different from the first (unlike a lot of places where they practically use the same pomodoro sauce). this one's real beefy. that's the mozarrella cheese on top, and the cheese goes very well with this sauce. they had a really interesting explanation on why they do not serve bolognaise with spaghetti. really though out their menu well.
bistecca SGD20
steak, medium rare. really nice. sizeable piece. the grilled garlic is delicious... :D
hmmm very nicely done up steak. heh. i dun usually take steak outside, so a bit hard to compare. the salad's very nice though. i like it that they use wine as one of their ingredients. gives that extra omph to the food!
other stuff available:
pasta: spaghetti al funghi, fetuccine al funghi con salmone, spaghettini aglio oglio (very smart concept, normal spaghetti does not taste well aglio olio)... a lot of others... my italian is a bit dusty, cannot absorb so much at one go.
pizza: lots. din read though
main course: chicken breast, lamb chops, salmone in a packet, risotto al funghi (oooh, looks very nice, next time i'll try that, BUT must wait 20-30min to cook)... lots more.
and then there's WINE... SGD8 per glass... 42 per bottle, vini rossi e bianchi.
dessert: the best is the chocolate cake, but my bro tried the tiramisu instead. u know, tiramisu actually means something like pull-to me-it. or rather, pull it to me? odd.
MUST GO MUST GO!!!
:: art class - lesson 8 ::
from left to right: sugar cane (mine looks especially juicy rite? cuz i was very thirsty during class)... 2 tomatoes... cabbage in basket, two kantans (sweet ones) and ginger. (yay, finally got to draw ginger!)talking about kantans, got two in my class, (inedible ones, that is) two chinese-american kids. really banana... at least trying to get in touch with their roots, they were learning chinese painting. heh. then this part got me suffocating trying to stifle my laughter...
kang lao shi: hao le, hua de bu cuo, xian zai yao xie ge ming... ni men de zhong wen ming shi shenme?
male kantan: jia wei
kang lao shi: zhenme xie? hui xie ma?
male kantan writes something...
kang lao shi: zhe ge bu shi 'jia' shi jie wei. ni de ming zi shi jiewei ah.
me: ... ... ...
there's an exhibition at ping3 xuan1 ge2 (my art class location), waterloo st, 3min from the guanyin temple @ bugis, on 10-11 sept. i've submitted two artworks (both flowers, they know me as 'na4 ge4 hua4 hua1 de...') hope they get into the exhibition. heh. they'll be still-life charcoal sketches, watercolour, portrait and oil paints... also calligraphy and chinese painting. i wonder if the cookery class will be making biscuits / mooncakes. every saturday they'll make the art class pple hungry from all the beautiful smells wafting in from next door. grrr... then we all got charcoal all over our hands cannot eat! *grumble rumble*
mood update: still depressed. i need the following in terms of priority - rest, money and 'someone to call my own'.
venerdì, agosto 26, 2005
:: random thoughts of the day ::am feeling REALLY blue. and a bit green. think i'm menopausal. maybe got premature ovarian failure. *sob*
cg01 wanted to adopt me as a mascot. dunno what gave them the idea? i hope the adoption comes with pocket money. i'm broke. oh so broke!
SY is really good at picking up subtleties... that's like the 2nd or 3rd time he's 'caught' me. may he be a great medical oncologist or psychiatrist in the future!
i'm such a klutz! first, my arm knocked into the fire extinguisher at NUH (it's suspiciously light, maybe empty already?) then, i hit my head on the switches along the brick wall at sc canteen... and as i was walking home, a stupid grp of guys' sepak takraw ball hit my head! *sob sob*
i'm pathologically depressed. any kind soul out there can cheer me up a bit?
sigh.
maybe i should bury myself in work. i mean literally, i'm going to make myself a cocoon out of my notes and sleep through the next few months.
the laugh sounded too loud, too high-pitched and too forced today. this doesn't bode well...
ARGH! ultimate frustration
should have known, should have learnt, should have kept my ..... under lock and key. (and throw the key into the Pacific...)
people say i am very 'grounded', practical and even too realistic. (materialistic too?)
i don't think so. never knew anyone who'd spend so much time thinking of unrealistic, hypothetical situations, better known as 'castles in the air'.
so foolish. nothing's more important than what i have now.
and nothing's more secure than what i can achieve myself.
i think i am paranoid.
but i'm still optimistic.
and i'll survive. anything.
nothing matters more than what is REAL...
no point thinking, no point imagining, no point wondering, hoping or
what's there is there.
mustn't exhaust myself thinking about it.
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Mi voz puede volar
puede atravesar
cualquier herida
cualquier tiempo
cualquier soledad
sin que la pueda controlar
toma forma de canción
así es mi voz que sale de mi corazón...
Y ahora vuelvo a recordar aquel tiempo atrás
cuando me fui buscando el cielo de la libertad
cuantos amigos que dejé y cuantas lagrimas lloré
y hoy viviré para volverlos a encontrar...
Sobreviviendo en esta vida es lo que estoy haciendo
sobreviviendo estoy sobreviendo, estoy sobreviendo
Rompiendo barreras voy sobreviviendo
Cruzando fronteras voy sobreviviendo
Yo viviré, yo viviré, yo viviré, y sobreviviré.
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sometimes i wonder, isn't it better to not feel?
but i shall not think that way. NO! a person who does not have the capacity for emotion is not human and not fit to live! ¡Yo podré sobrevivir todo!
mercoledì, agosto 24, 2005
We wanted to get you this (him) but... we lacked the funds... hahaha...
--- idea courtesy of H.S. @ bitchcentral
And this song 'dedication' is for youuuu! I'd serenade you if i din have a horrible voice. haha...
Don’t worry about that extra line that’s scrapping up upon your face.
It’s just a part of nature’s way to say you’ve grown a little more.
Trees have wings and thicker branches, kids’ shoes get a little tighter.
Every year we’re getting closer to who we’re gonna be.
It’s time to celebrate the story of how you’ve come to be.
Happy birthday, my friend.
Here’s to all the years we’ve shared together, all the fun we’ve had.
You’re such a blessing, such a joy in my life.
May the good Lord bless you and may all your dreams come true.
So light a candle on your cake for every smile you’ve helped create.
For every heart and every soul you’ve helped to grow a little more.
A few more pounds, a little more grey, don’t count the years, just count the ways
It takes a little time to go from water into wine.
Don’t ever lose the wonder of the child within your eyes.
Happy birthday, my friend.
Here’s to all the years we’ve shared together, all the fun we’ve had.
You’re such a blessing, such a joy in my life.
May the good Lord bless you and may all your dreams come true.
--- ‘The Birthday Song’ by Corrinne May
martedì, agosto 23, 2005
:: my family is crazy! ::EVERYONE in my family except yours truly became VERY hiao today. now i have a constant stream of pple walking in and out of my room to use my mirror (being that i am the only one with a full-length mirror and a light supply that is actually bright enough to show up the subtle bulges and blemishes in the mirror.
pa: eh, quick see me, quick leh... how do i look?
me: blah blah blah blah... internal rotation, screwing in progress... pls don't wear checks la... so ugly...
pa: but i like...
me: what else can i say...
pa: ok, i want to change my wardrobe! we'll go this saturday! springfield i'm coming!
me: (hydatidiform moles are gross)
ma: aiyo i haven't worn that brown sleeveless thing since chinese new year...
me: why never wear? nice wat. (blast the trophoblasts... so confusing...)
ma: but the sleeves like so incut, feels a bit too bao4 ru4.
me: it's not ru4du4 or ru4bei4 zhuang la... it's only ru4bi4 can wear one, wear to go shopping...
ma: shopping can meh?
me: dress up, not down! always better to dress up! (transvaginal scanning + plasma/urine hCG)
bro: zae (sis), that day the champagne tie... no one else wear...
me: they got no good taste like me mah... (and like the professional tie matcher-auntie at taka)
bro: u sure or not, but it's pink leh! pink!
me: it's champagne rose... be more classy la... plus pink ok wat, i have a friend who was hankering after this shirt, and it's pinker than yr tie...
bro: issit?
me: ya lah, pink is in lah, and you don't look gay so dun worry.
bro: (looks a bit sceptical)
me: (feels super under appreciated)
i guess this saturday my family will have a shopping expedition after art class... lolz... yay yay yay, i must let my mum buy me some clothes. keke...
here i am, reading about the 7 stages of labour and using this donut shaped cushion to simulate a pelvis... with my trusty little never-leave-my-side pillow as the foetus. resigned to the endless stream of wannabe models parading through my room door... i shall make each one listen to my explanation of the various causes of bleeding during early pregnancy... before they can ask me for my opinion about their clothes.
lunedì, agosto 22, 2005
:: crystal gazing ::went to my auntie's house to hob nob with my cousins... heh heh... i broke into their crystal collection and their new goods... they do some importing of crystals... my cousin's room was practically FULL of crystal displays. i got a headache after spending an hour inside. hmmm not very surprising. can u imagine how much 'stuff' is radiating out from those crystals? also managed to flip around in her mineralogy books and holistic healing books... hmm interesting.
this is a teknite (i think), it's from the philippines, and is formed when meteorites hit the earth... all the sand melting and blah blah blah. we all concur that it looks like 'shit'. heh.
another teknite, it's called the muscovite. from brazil (i think) or was it new mexico? different material... thus different colours...
this is my favourite! such a nice green... it looks quite ugly when under normal vision, but when u hold it up to the light, u see the translucent green hues... v nice... and those wavy lines on the rock. i want! i want! but it costs 50+ (and that's like special price already...) sigh. it looks like my green skirt!
in layman terms, this is the dragonstone ball... note those two star-shaped brown inclusions? those are actually fossils... this one's got lil fossils here n there... very special. heh.
this is another dragonstone ball. it contains aragonite (the dark brown) and calcite (the crystalline yellow parts). supposed to be good for sigh i can't rem... it was info overload in there...
Howlite - supposed to help reduce stress... i think it'll function very well as a bowling ball. hehehehehe... my cousins say i need this howlite + something to slow down my speed of speech. do i really speak that quickly? i get this complaint EVERY CNY...
as if i say this: unclenihao,gongxifacai,shengtijiankang,shengyixingrong,pubugaosheng,hongbaoyigelai...
this is a mixture of two minerals - azurite and malachite. azurite is the blue one. hehe azul means blue in spanish btw.
i can't remember the real name, i think it might be the raw form of azurite... isn't the rich cobalt blue colour so nice? it stinks though. hehe... my cousins cannot figure out why i kept sniffing some crystals... they look sniffable rite? i think i might get sulphur poisoning...
ok, this is a mahogany obsidian snowflake. those white spots look a bit like the dendritic ulcers on the cornea in HSV infection. anyway, black obsidian is supposed to be the most powerful (to dunno do what) but she's only got the brown one. :P
i like this one too... it's called lapis lazuli, i tot i can see a castle in the midst of a snow capped mountain. hehehe... she wanted to give it to me, but then i dun really want. cuz she's had the crystal for quite some time already... so... nah nah... i think crystals become attuned to our aura or something after some time and won't be suitable for another person... unless it gets cleansed or sth. not sure. too lazy to go cleanse.
this brings me to the question of why i din take the photo of this REALLY beautiful FLAKY crystal. i mean, i've never seen such a flaky crystal. hahaha! it's self-cleansing too... so lazy pple like me dun need to cleanse it. it's called the lepidolite.
ah, found a pic online ->
NICE RITE???
this is the amethyst. hehe easy la. purple. but it's one of the nicest ones i've seen around... unfortunately it's not easily captured on my lousy hp camera. hehe...
yea, this is the spinel (red dot) on the matrix. the spinel is a semi-gem... can be used to make jewellery... i tot it's very cute, like a cherry on a cake with white icing. unfortunately, my cousins caught me trying to pry that stone out. heehee... *just joking*
pyrite... on a piece of rock! hah! this one's rarer, only found in spain, and they grow as cuboids, unlike the huge chunk below...
pyrite... very ugly. i dun really like. but good to use as a weapon!
ok, i went crazy over her box of celestites!!! a new shipment just came in, i think from branbundy mountain (not sure of spelling) from namibia, somewhere in africa. heard that demand for this is very high... quite rare... and when you shine a white light at the crystal, there's a sort of pale blue illuminiance over it. very cool...
quartz... bet u all very familiar with this. but i learnt something extra today. apparently, some believe that quartz was used in rituals long long time ago, where quartz was like a thumbdrive/SD card and wisdom/knowledge could be transmitted and stored within the crystal. some crystals have 'record marks', a raised equilateral triangle mark or an 'etched' triangle mark. looks like it can be man made, but it's supposed to be found naturally. also, the sides of certain quartz (those that were used as memory sticks) will have a barcode effect when brought to a certain angle to the light... quite cool... managed to see today. :D
this is just a quartz cluster... ignore that egg thing, it's the azurite+malachite polished stone. i think this cluster is quite expensive... dun dare to anyhow touch.
this is one clear quartz... but it's got a bit of smokey effect... v hard to visualise in this photo. the black mark was just a circle to note the location of the 'anhydrous' ie. water within the crystal. interesting eh.
phantom quartz. quite a lot of crystals have phantoms. which is actually another crystal growing within the crystal.. like this one has one crystal growing within another which is growing within another... if u look carefully enough, can see the outlines. there's the dendritic ulcer thingy... then a semi-opaque whitish quartz... another shadow and finally the clear exterior...
this is a double-terminated quartz from tibet. i think outside they'll sell at 100+... but my cousins sell at cheaper prices... anyway... can't rem wht it's good for... different crystals are good for different things... double-terminated ones are rare than the single spiked ones.
dog-toothed calcite. collector's item i think... not for sale...
labradonite. wand shaped... quite cool crystal... it's got green-grey-blue flashes all mixed in together. it might look opaque over here, but it's sort of translucent here n there... really beautiful flashes of blue when brought to the light.
unfortunately i can't rem the name... it's some quartz on something else... it's actually tiny little dark green crystals. looks v beautiful...
and this final one... whoa, like a chunk of metal spokes! it's quite expensive, has some use in the metal industry...
domenica, agosto 21, 2005
:: music to my ears ::i just realised something, i really like the music in the OT... the tee tee tee and the bellows compressing and decompressing sounds... and more interestingly the sounds from the PHACO machine... haha... i think i can fall asleep from listening to all that. hmmm i suppose that's a good sign that i shouldn't head towards anaesthesia?
the most exciting sound happens when the sats start dropping... ie. the oxygen concentration just keeps going down.... it's like a musical note going flatter with each passing second!!!
muahahahahaha...
sabato, agosto 20, 2005
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PUI, i wanna be SURREALIST!!! go dalí!
venerdì, agosto 19, 2005
:: anaesthetic anxieties ::situation 1:
student approaches patient with trepidation cuz she knows that she's going to POKE the poor patient with this HUGE needle (the needle has a bore wide enough to thread a string through). and she also knows that she might have to poke the patient MORE THAN 2 times... heh.
tie on tourniquet... tap tap tap... pats/hits/slaps the dorsum of the hand, looking for nice big bouncy veins... sometimes we go for the one right on the inner side of the wrist... big bouncy but looks damn painful to poke. give LA injection, so lessen the pain when the BIG BIG needle goes in...
ARGH, the LA causes a wheal... blocks out the anatomy of the vein... but no fear... so... advance with HUGE needle (warn pt first), poke in DECISIVELY, LIFT the needle, skin up, then can see vein... hehe it looks barbaric, all this burrowing and advancing, withdrawing, mucking around under the patient's skin, but best to do it then let the plug fail... just make sure no haematoma... finally, get FLASH BACK! advance just one mm.... then push the cannula (straw) in while pulling the needle out together... nice and smooth... better hope it doesn't get jammed halfway, cuz tt probably means you're OUTTA vein!
and if unfortunately, u don't get the plug in, u have to poke the pt on another vein again!
so can u imagine, if on two consecutive tries u can't get the plug in, it'll be sooo stressful by the time it's the third attempt.
an MO told me, once she did up to 10 tries on this patient, on all four limbs, cuz it was so hard to set a plug for him! oh dear...
situation 2:
con: medical student? year four rite? ah... good good... you must ask questions...
con to his reg: hey, medical student here, good!
reg: ... ... ...
con to reg: don't keep so quiet, you must ask questions! now is a good time to practice!
mo: you dang2 for me, i siam.
me: (:S and feels very stupid)
so in the OT that day, it was rather funny, everytime the con appears, the reg will scurry over to my side and ask me all kinds of questions... lolz... but i like that... heh. i like this kind of question-answer viva like teaching. especially if i dunno the answer, and the doc refuses to tell me but makes me think it out myself! yeah... i like this kind of stress! haha...
situation 3:
endotracheal intubation!! sometimes done under scrutiny of yr tutor, yr tutor's superior, ALL the OT nurses, sometimes the porters too, and worst of all, PLUS the surgeons!
open patients mouth: careful not to get bitten
put in laryngoscope: careful not to chip or cause loose teeth to fall out, cuz that's like a mountain of paperwork + $17 000 AND the whole OT going : orh.... u die. (haha... just a joke)
pull up... up and up..... : arm trembles.... where's the CORDS?!?!?! floppy epiglottis and whatnots...
finally when u see the dark hole between those two vocal cords, u slide the ETT in... once in a while, the stupid tube gets jammed... (especially since no one really uses the stylet anyway)...
situation 4:
ETT is in already, BUT... u can't hear the lung sounds! oops... or u hear one side more than the other....
thankfully, this hasn't happened. yet.
situation 5:
you're holding the mask, the doc is injecting the muscle relaxant and propofol... pt STOPS breathing... u quickly do yr head tile, jaw thrust, chin lift and watnots... and bag bag bag... BUT... no end tidal CO2 ah! or worse, major leak from all sides (maybe cuz pt has got hollow cheeks).. hehe... so u desperately tr y to cover all the holes and bag at the same time... looks v gang2 kor4 actually... and is in fact v uncomfortable.
situation 6:
WHAT THE HELL AM I BLOGGING ABOUT ANAESTHESIA RIGHT AFTER THE TEST?!?! I'M SUCH A LOSER!!! I GOT NO LIFE!!!
giovedì, agosto 18, 2005
:: low crime doesn't mean NO crime ::let this be a lesson to all...
me: hey so shuay, for the one day i did not bring my wallet into the OT (operating theatre) with me, my money had to be stolen... of all days, i had to bring up to 80bux in my wallet! (usually u won't find more than 30 in it).
if only the ATM machine hadn't broken down, i'd have had deposited my hardearned money (fr tuition into my not-very-fat bank account)...
if only i wasn't that excited about O&G OT posting, i wouldn't have rushed out of the changing room... and forgotten my wallet. sigh. excuses excuses... bottomline is, i was just too careless with my own belongings. wake up call leh... cannot be so sotong anymore... especially in anaesthesia, sotongness can lead to stuffing the ETT down the nostril...
BUT BUT BUT.... the most important lesson is...
ok... second lesson is...
third and most important lesson...
don't think the cleaner/nurse smile smile at you means she won't go thru yr belongings and steal ALL your money, inclusive of all the 1c, 5c coins in yr coin compartment. (she even took my medicine... wanna have my blood on her hands ah, what if it's some GTN? or ventolin? huh. then how?) i feel so urky and dirty just thinking of those hands pawing through the rubbish and then pawing through my clothes and notes! omg... ew...
some responses from classmates...
"gosh, that's awful!"
"oh my... but then money can always earn back one wat..." (wise words from the very wise but also very cheena chinaman chinese teacher)
"aiyoh! no locker??! why never keep your stuff in the locker?!?!"
"just take it as you donate the money to someone who really needs the money..."
"Wah, so suay... so greedy e person... Curse him/her sia... take it as a sign 2 gt a new wallet. curse e thief" (lolz, my fren v funny)
"Waaa really raided! even coins?! Aiyo so cheapo!!..."
so... well... what better way to console myself then retail pseudo-therapy???
domenica, agosto 14, 2005
(after tuition, at home with ah-Ma)
Me: Ma, the tuition student's mother ask me whether i'm Singaporean.... again leh!
Ma: aiyah, what else can she ask you? you from India huh?
Me: oi..... Hong Kong la...
Ma: HK... cannot lah, u too ugly liao.
Me: ... ... ... (grumbles grumbles)
so now, i think i must tell the truth...
I am 20 this year and I have a brother called Zhou Xiao Di.
I am from the Southern province of China... Shi Li Chun of Hai Nan Dao(hehehe)and I came to Singapore to read medicine. The most important thing I have learnt these few years is that my village needs a diet modification. We must consume less salted and preserved foods to decrease our risk of nasopharyngeal cancer.
sabato, agosto 13, 2005
where i want to be right now - - -
i like the feeling of being surrounded by books, especially old ones... about true events... all bound up, thick and yellowed pages... it paints a timeless picture. and thinking about the wars that have been fought, the countries created and nations destroyed, all those men who've lived and died. makes me feel so tiny, like an insignificant spot in the long long history of mankind and yet, there is also the thought that one day, perhaps, i or my deeds will be accorded a space on those shelves, to contribute to this special collection that tells us the story of this world...
2. i would like to lie down in the grass of an oily green, green, green plain (without worrying about grass stains), with nothing, just nothing else around except green rolling plains.... on undulating hills all around... and speckled with small little white and yellow flowers. then can look up at the sky, see the ever-changing clouds.
3. hmmm and i LOVE the weather just before it turns bad... ie. the time before the rains fall... when dark clouds hang low in the sky, with occasional rumbles of thunder but NO lightning - it makes it too dangerous to walk around in. and i love the really really strong winds at that time... hehe... and another reason why i love to be in such weather is the sense of excitement it creates, u never know when the rains are going to start! such weather isn't easy to come by, and when they happen, they never last long enough.
4. walk down deserted cobbled streets in the wee hours of the night-morning... where all the shops are closed say ard 5am... and walk walk walk until the sun rises and people start coming out onto the streets again. i like this kind of peace and quiet, it lets me think properly, reflect on my life and the people around me. or else just walk walk walk... walking in silence is one of my greatest enjoyments.
hehe all these, not necessarily must be done alone la... heh. can be accompanied by the special someone when i find HIM la... (not her k, some pple need to stop thinking about lesbian love. grrr... i'm ramrod straight ok!)
mercoledì, agosto 10, 2005
jogging is a great opportunity to sight-see, and you'll find all kinds of interesting quirky characters, fantastic bodies and frankly pple who u dunno what they're doing at the park. hmmm...
the business/stock/shares 'kakis'
everyday at 630pm, without fail, these two good friends (who so happen to look a lot like each other in physique) will take a brisk walk ard the park. round and round they go, never jogging but only walking and all the while yammering about business, stocks, and shares. u gotta admire them, it's NOT easy to brisk walk AND brisk talk at the same time...
today din see them, i think they took an off day, maybe both were at ndp yday? heh.
the strong ah-ma
wah, this ah-ma is not to be trifled with, fragile she might look, but when she runs, she's like the wind! whoa... and she also does a few rounds of backwards walking too... train up dunno which muscles... gastroc? hmmm... yea, i think she'll be able to catch any unfortunate thief who decides to rob her!
the infamous indian pair
not that i'm racist... but i really wonder how the two of them can walk soooo slowly in the park and spread themselves soooo widely that their combined girth takes up the entire path, forcing joggers and walkers alike to navigate amongst the grass, twigs and snails along the path. more interestingly, they take their walk in FULL, GLORIOUS saris and watnots... not hot meh? and when the wind comes, their saris can billow around them... yesh, very galadriel-like but also very hazardous for joggers who can get entangled in them!
one fat one thin
i normally see the thin one, today was the first time i saw the fat one. the first time i saw her, i couldn't make up my mind whether she was just fat around the waist or was she pregnant... hmmm... then i tot her legs din look too swollen nor her breasts too big... so... maybe just a fantastic collection of adipose tissue. i think the thin man is her husband. so cute those two. they started out walking hand in hand... aww... so sweet. then she'd be grumbling and her husband encouraging her... hehe... after two rounds, i saw them both again, at the bottom of that most-hated slope in the park... actually i was running opposite them... i saw her.. and then i wondered where the man was... until i passed them and saw that he was pushing her up the slope. heh. aw... so cute the two of them. what a supportive husband!
one-armed ah-beng
he's not exactly one-armed, but i'm pretty sure he's got a right brachial plexus injury. that arm is all atrophied, the other arm is very very muscular. is this what they call compensational hypertrophy? heh. anyway, he's very heavily tattooed so though i was ogling at his arms, i din dare look too hard. later kena punched by the bigger one. apart from that, he runs with his left hand holding on to his right wrist. and i think the right arm's oscillatory motions are definitely another sign of lack of nervous innervation over there... i think he got it in some kind of motorbike accident?
BIKERS BEWARE!!!
martedì, agosto 09, 2005
:: "Vengeance is a lazy form of grief" ::Something taken from 'The Interpreter", starring Nicole Kidman. Quite a good movie...
"If someone is murdered, a year of mourning ends with a ritual that we call
'drowning ritual'. There is an all night party beside the river, and at
dawn, the killer is taken out in a boat and dropped into the water. He is
bound, he can't swim. The family of the dead has to make a choice, they
can let him drown or they can swim out to save him.
The [tribe] believes that if the family lets the killer drown, they'll
have justice but spend the rest of their life in mourning. But if they
save him, but if they admit that life isn't always just, that very act can take
away their sorrow. Vengeance is a lazy form of grief."--- Sylvia Broome
domenica, agosto 07, 2005
:: it reared its ugly **y head ::manz... someone just pointed me to this! it's been quite a few years since i've lost contact with him... well not really lost contact, or rather, found it undesirable (and even more undesirable on my ph bill) to keep in contact with him. every once in a while, i worry about meeting him in the clinic or ward cuz i think he'll talk my ears off.
there's this syndrome, i shall call it the chipmunk syndrome...
everyone likes the chipmunk at first... some gush about him, some just love him to death. (haha) he provides such prime entertainment during the impart of knowledge and never causes the dopey-est of students to fall asleep. never. really.
then, like the chipmunk which irritates pple with his big teeth, constant chittering and hoards of nuts, by and by, we get tired of his corny jokes, his dramaaaaa, his rather high-pitched laugh and his constant complaints and his old grandfather stories of all the ex-horror students... aka. the stalker, the hoity-toity latin spouting lecturer, the cheapo and the-one-who-only-loved-his-dog-and-not-him (aww... that must be so heartbreaking for him) and so on... and worse, the manipulative ways...
he's an awfully cunning person i think, or rather, mike thinks. ok, izzy too... and KW and haha... gosh, tt's half the class? hmmm last time i'm like those doe-eyed, blur blur, sweet and innocent, plus young jc student... (cue for all: puke!) kena taken in by him. wa lao... ok but i wasn't that toot for long at least. haha... in uni smarter liao la... or rather, i got so tired of him...
i can't believe she wants to study under him again! omg...
this is a lesson learnt... never be taken in by pple's appearances, no matter how good it seems to be... and how 'nice' that person appears.
:: camera's up! ::
finally the camera is back...
:: lesson V ::
from left to right: yam, 2 maize in a basket, red pepper and jiao3gua1.
satisfaction level: pretty high (loved my new found technique of drawing baskets and maize! mother loves the yam.)
on a sidenote, if the jiao3gua1 isn't drawn properly, it could look like gigantic lady's fingers... a fact i've noted fr other classmates' drawing.
:: lesson VI ::
from left to right: tomato, 2 limes, very ugly spring onions, claypot, 2 xiaobaicai in basket (not again!) and yellow pepper.
satisfaction level: urgh, so-so only.
:: lesson VII ::
right on: chyrsanthenums in china porcelain (I really dun like those blue-white porcelain, still have to draw it!) with 2 persimmons.
satisfaction level: moderate
:: grey ::
the world is too grey. light, dark, ash and clay;
nothing clear cut, like black and white.
a great example would be friendship. how far and how deep does the trust extend? even between bosom friends? how honest are we with each other? how loyal and how faithful? how many promises are kept?
i can safely say, i've never really been gut-wrenchingly, fully honest to any of my friends...
'all throughout history, the loneliest people were the ones who always spoke their truth...'
i know one secret, one per friend i have... and if were told to the corresponding friends, would destroy the friendships forever. therefore, i think i can conclude that...
friendship is not about being tactlessly honest or piercingly straightfoward, it's about how to temper the ugly truths, so as to soften the impact, or how to put the inevitably harsh words into something more mellow, without changing the original meaning.
most importantly, any friendship is fundamentally flawed if... one of the other does not live by this:
sabato, agosto 06, 2005
A Doc's Life: The Worst Day of My Lifea blow by blow account of the daily battle...
very scary...
:: toyota boy ::
muahahaha... that's the thing about kids, very easy to hong2 one... then can make them wear all kinds of odd things...
now he looks like some kind of toyota-samsui-pai-kia. keke...
(the red thing is actually the cover of the neck rest...)
venerdì, agosto 05, 2005
:: the word 'love' is not always a good thing ::the rejection
- i love you, jessica
- but i don't love you back...
getting competitive
man to woman - i love you
woman to man - i love you more
man to woman - no, i love you much more
woman to man - NO, i love you more than i love my guccis
man to woman - NO, NO, i love you more than i love my car!
the creepy stalker
- i love you.... where are you.... come out come out, wherever you are... you cannot hide from me, cos love will find you in the end...
the triangle
- i love you, joseph
- but i love her
the complicated triangle
- i love you, will
- but i love jack
the pregnant pause
- honey, i love you
... ... ...
... ... ...
... ... ...
- me too
bittersweet chocolate
- you can choose not to love me, but you can't stop me from loving you
what men believe of the modern woman aka 'just a myth'
- i love your car, i love your house, i love your credit card, i love your tie...
what women think of all men (primitive and modern) aka 'the fact of life'
- i love your hair, i love your clothes, i love your body and i'd so love to get into your pants...
the over-analyst, the realist (maybe me)
- i love you.
... ... ...
(me think think think...)
- i think i love you too.
As much as love gives,
giovedì, agosto 04, 2005
'BEEP'me: oh shit, not again, why do these security chk points beep?! this is like the THIRD time in a row... at airport i also kena.
- try again...
'BEEP'
me: bleeping beepers... sigh
guards uses this not-so-cool looking stick with a donut at the end to scan me...
- ms, yr clip.
aiyooo y so shuei... haven't worn this clip for quite some time... argh. now see la, pple think it can be used as some kind of weapon...
heeeYA! martial arts pose... hurls the golden dart at my chou2 ren2...
- ooooh, go subordinate courts! coroner's cases tried! whoa, wonder if there'll be anything interesting?
9am.... tick tock tick tock... 10am... finally, her 'majesty' arrives...
police officer reads in a very singlish slang... case no... xxxxx on the death of a xyz... blah blah blah. took testimonial from mr abc...
secretary: c20 ... (hands paper to judge)
took testimonial from mr efg...
secretary: c21... (hands paper to judge)
and it goes on like this for 20min or so...
the VERY pregnant pause for 10-15min while the judge reads the information (probably first reading) and finally pronounces sentence in a very wayang way.
and everytime the judge says something that sounds like she's doing something useful... the pple have to say 'grateful'.... odd.
i thought the physical examination and certain wayang tactics in medicine was weird enough, i guess i just haven't seen what goes on within the courtroom.
to sum up, it was the MOST GRUESOMELY BORING event in my whole life...
mercoledì, agosto 03, 2005
 | Friend Bear |
hmmm, this is not very me. i'm not a very kind person. sometimes i am intentionally cruel to ppl. (oops.) i think i'm more of the fun-shine bear.. hehe... or maybe the bedtime one. haha... in fact, i don't even belong to these cuddly lovey bears... too evil liao.
martedì, agosto 02, 2005
:: funny 'medical' blog - A Doc's (Dog's) Life ::ok i think u guys will love this.
look out especially for: Why do i want to be a doctor? and how to answer pple who ask you whether you get aroused looking at naked guys/gals and the non-so-beautiful-after-all the miracle of birth. hahahahahaha!!!
why do men get attracted to women and vice versa? why does a male marry a female? issit some kind of pheremones that causes these opposite genders to 'attract' and um.. amalgamate? or issit cuz we are so deeply entrenched in our culture, history or religious backgrounds that we just accept it as a fact? why do some people feel the pressing (some not so pressing) need to find a mate, marry and reproduce? issit something inborn? then again, what determines what is inborn and what is not?i remember watching this documentary or reading about this study that said that women get attracted to men who smell like their fathers... hmmm... so does this mean that men get attracted to women who smell like their mothers? heh.
btw, i really really hate it when people tell me,
"it's like that, i don't know why, but it's ALWAYS been like that (and thus you should just accept it)"
so many questions that i can't find answers to... or rather, that people cannot give me good answers to. so irksome.
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:: announcement ::
me going to be new O&G rep. heh. but i don't want to go into O&G though.
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:: to-do list ::
- chk out jaci velasquez, buena vista social club, luz casal, peter cinnotti CDs
- chk out jeffery deavers for more blood, gore and mystery
- revisit childhood: chk out 'the neverending story by michael ende
- tie for hiao boy
- flats or some kind of slippers
- chk out the straw bag
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:: movie review - the little black book ::
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