Saturday, July 07, 2007
"they really only wake up during the summary."
exhausted by school. surgery posting is insanely busy-- but i've learnt a lot. mostly about how much i didn't know. but that's better than nothing. tempers are frayed post-call especially because of the wikipedia-(ab)use session. having hyper-inteligent and paranoid tutors doesn't help at all. it's true that when we are regs or cons (hoho) we will have to stand up against the lawyers and our colleagues at the murderous MnM sessions. and i see the value of teaching us how to do it now. but oh boy is it stressful. and i'm sleepwalking through everything. exhausted.
in summary: (be forewarned. since i have no life everything is going to be about sgh.. i'm sorry guys)
1. speed burger rushing in the medical students' lounge is getting boring. cursory inspection of velda's blog has revealed her (or AH at least) to be the source of this scourge. hoho. yes velda i know your blog address. i wonder if you know mine. oh well i'll know soon enough.
2. no cute people to eyeball in sgh! (unlike nuh which had a very handsome malay boy nurse and a really pretty physiotherapist i only ever saw once. people at nuh, hot tip: ward 58. mmyup.) the supposed hot boys arent my type. (if you know you know what i'm saying. cryptic yes?) keep seeing an interesting bescrubbed figure walking out the staff carpark when i get to sgh before 7. have kept eyes peeled but so far no joy. oh well.
3. am exceptionally unfit. woke up exquisitely late today and lounged around till i realised i was late for training. since it was already 230 by the time i realised and miss ck wasn't around to bug me to go i decided to just not go and spend the day watching family guy. then decided around 5?6?pm to go for a short run and horrors! i took about 30 min to run mcritchie. timing is inexact but insignificant because i could feel myself dying halfway through. i remember feeling like my lungs were about to explode somewhere along the uphill run to the road. shit. it's time to schedule in a 5k bike ride after postings every day since i don't think i'll be able to make it for any weekday training and i'll be busting ass on saturday mornings trying to clear the administrative band and tuition bullshit that i can't handle on weekdays, which means i will be (even more) loathsome and lazy at saturday afternoon training. thank god sunday league is ending end of this month.
4. ck left for hk and spammy is with her. details at huck to me which i never really update any more thanks to my total blogging laziness nowsadays. we had an amanda-less dinner-supper-monstrosity at casuarina (i finished 3 pratas and 1/3 of a murtabak) sadly lacking a good dose of post/pre-meal ultimate thanks to my toe, ck's (insert body part here) at least according to her incessant sms complaints that she sends to me at all hours of the day hoho, and our ravenous hunger.
5. hanoigang is meeting up again soon to watch sophie scholl! 17 july i think. excellent stuff. look forward to hearing about jp's melb lovetrip and ny's china dancer trip.
6. i don't react well to subtle, constant pressure. i handle big explosive deadly situations pretty confidently, but when it comes to nasty, insinuating, incessant, creeping stress, i start to develop (and indulge) cravings for everything. everything. tv. ps1. xbox360. family guy marathons. caffeine. sugar. sex drugs rock and roll. pathological lying.
that was a joke, btw. a joke. well not really. you just have to decide which part of the above paragraph to take with a bucket of salt.
i really really like rock and roll.
oh yes as an addendum: i finally mastered the bass solo to muse's invincible! oh yeah. the music video is one of my favourites. the rise of paper man in diorama. from 2-d nearthandal to his fiery extinction via bands of ufos. where else can you see giant pink teddy bears battling it out with little green aliens? try to spot the ufos throughout the vid.. i counted 8 before the big fight scene. good song. smashing video.
hmm. when i heard this song at fort canning it was so eerily amazing. especially the beginning. imagine possibly 600 or 700 drunk, loud, high people squeezed into fort canning, completely quiet as the guitar notes ring out into the night over tombstones and memorials. and then bursting into a huge messy fighting punching roar as the guitar pounds out a flawless solo and the drums shake your ribs and jangle your eardrums. and then everyone goes INSANE, and screams out the lyrics, or just screams in general, and tries to fight, hug, or push everyone in sight. love rock and roll concerts. very cathartic. like church but without the attendant guilt.. nyuk nyuk.
Maybe we could make it all right
We could make it better sometime
Maybe we could make it happen baby
We could keep trying
but things will never change
So I don't look back
Still I'm dying with every step I take
But I don't look back
Just a little, little bit better
Good enough to waste some time
Tell me would it make you happy baby
We could keep trying
but things will never change
So I don't look back
Still I'm dying with every step I take
But I don't look back
--robyn, heartbeat
+ fictions&fires
11:32 AM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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