Gullible's Troubles

It's Alive

2007-06-15T02:38:00.000+08:00

friend: eh wat u doing
me: studying..colorectal cancer
friend: hmm...shitty..
what would we do without puns...

My mum asked me why I stopped blogging...so as much as I would love to read up on the blood supply to the large intestines, here I am..after all, who am I to defy the woman who carried me for 9 months...k la 38 weeks...I popped out early...

I was talking to my friend the other day, and the thing about being in med school is, you never run out of things to talk about...because most conversations ultimately end up with us trying to outdo each other with tales of the weirdest cases we've ever come across....like la we've seen a lot...2nd year only...pfft...but what we lack in experience we more than make up for in kiasu-ness....so there I was, happily telling him about this one guy we saw in first year who had a bowel obstruction......and since the gut tube is essentially one straight tube, like any other tube, if u stick say.. a tennis ball down the middle, stuff builds up...and what can't go through one end, must come out the other......guy was defaecating through his mouth.......it was a serious conversation, really, until I had a thought......
me: eh..if he can't shit.......then he cant fart......so if he farts through his mouth....is that considered farting? or belching?
friend: good question......
My thought process amazes me sometimes.......

my name is kim samsing

2007-01-23T04:07:00.000+08:00

it's funny isnt it..how you can know a person your whole life and not know anything about them beyond their first name......yet with some people..really...all it takes is 2 seconds to feel as though u've known them an entire lifetime.....

My consultant has struck a new low....he called me Kim today....after 4 months of calling me Lin.....the only consolation is that he only misses by a letter each time.....but honestly...Kim??...Please la Dr. R, i know u fought in the war, but not all Asians are Koreans with the surname Kim......

she's still hormonal

2007-01-18T04:09:00.000+08:00

It's official..i only want what I cant have...and the only way to make sure i stay keen..is to make sure i dont get what i think i want...which means i shud probably never get married or have children because however much i may want to, i will get bored once the novelty wears off.........and i cant exactly sell a baby off on ebay..

and i'm trying to get rid of this blog...dont feel like i have anything worth saying anymore...scratch that..who am i kidding, i never run out of things to say...whether or not they're worth reading is an entirely different story....but i can't seem to bring myself to click the delete button...thoughts anyone?

The one where she's all hormonal

2006-11-27T19:35:00.000+08:00

Screw pain, screw hydrocephalus, screw cranial nerves..all 12 of them..and stroke can go to hell.....I fucking hate medical school and everything to do with it...except maybe Professor Noble and the cute boy who sits in front of me....and the freebies that I get from drug companies....
If I had my way, I'd get a hysterectomy today....dont care if I turn into a man....

NB: Mummy if u're reading this, I dont really hate med school...it's the hormones and quarter life crisis talking...I love this place so much I want to marry the hospital and have lots of baby hospitals.....but if u're not reading this...at this very second....I wish someone would set fire to the fucking school of medicine..

Oh Sugar

2006-11-14T03:55:00.000+08:00

My mummy told me Prasad is sweet and polite.........I told her I'm so sweet and polite to my friends' parents that they become diabetics right after they speak to me...
and Boy, dont go around flattering yourself based on that ya:P

Lost and Found

2006-11-11T21:38:00.000+08:00

I lost my scarf........ :(.....my pretty beige scarf with the pretty fringe that goes with everything.......

and to think ..all those times when my friends told me they misplaced their scarves, I would smile my most patronizing smile, say ''awwwww'' in my most patronizing tone, while chuckling smugly inside...:'' never happen to me also..these people damn suay...that or very stupid...how the heck do u lose something that's wrapped around your neck"...

Karma be bitin' me in the arse.......phooey...phoo-effing-ey.... :(

Nostrildamus

2006-11-07T03:44:00.000+08:00

Medical school is THE coolest place in the whole wide world because it's the only place where u can put cocaine in your coursemate's eye, and not get eaten alive by german shepherds trained to eat people who smell like cocaine. Instead, we get to call our blatant disregard for the narcotics squad ----Pharmacology Practicals...very cool hor??? hor????!

Ah..but that's not all...ask me what I learnt in class today...ask me ask me!!...ok nvm I tell you anyway...I found out today that cocaine causes a person's blood vessels to constrict...so for long term cocaine users, the whole snorting routine means the blood vessels in their nasal septum, that's the bit of ..thing..between your nostrils, constrict as well...now chronic constriction equals a lack of blood supply to your septum..ergo no oxygen, which then causes your tissue to die....or necrose if you want to sound clever when you relate this to someone else:P, so very slowly, your nasal septum actually erodes..and in the end, all you're left with is one extra large nostril.........how awesome is that???!!...very cool right??!

I just cudnt stop smiling after my lecturer told me that, ......I kept imagining a crack addict who has a stuffed nose...you know how we have these Vicks stick things that u can shove up one nostril to unblock your nose while you attempt to breathe normally through the other nostril....so then these people how?........either the Vicks stick will fall in because of the extra large nostril and the crack addict kicks it coz the stick gets stuck in their right bronchus, OR, the Vicks stick fits...but then there's no extra nostril so the addict dies anyway coz he's cut off his air supply.......so tragic...yet so funny....or am I just slightly demented..:P...bygones

I need ladybird poison so I can kill off all the ladybirds hiding out in my room....summore don't pay rent...think wat..I'm ladybird charity home is it.....and has anyone noticed how every ladybird has a teeny feather coming out of its behind?...is it because they shit feathers? is it because of the 'bird' part in their name?......I wanted to give one a tug just to see..but then I didnt want to risk being the first girl bitten to death by a ladybird...so if you see a ladybird, try and then tell me k..much thanks..heee:D

The Elite

2006-10-27T22:35:00.000+08:00

"Cheekbones" is a word for the public and paramedics...and any self-respecting doctor or surgeon would sooner die of chest pains than utter that common word...or so said Dr. (Mr.)Evans, the funny little MaxilloFacial Surgeon who teaches clinical anatomy in a purple suit and a polka-dot bow-tie. We are members of the elite, and it is only right that the elite use a separate language that distinguishes us from the rest of the world...Hence 'zygoma' instead of god forbid..Cheekbones...'haemoptysis' instead of *gasp*...coughing up blood...

Oh and we don't do ''sensitive''..Priests do sensitive...and we cure priests of cancer...which pretty much makes us the next thing to God..:)

Is it any wonder that 98% of us come out of Medical School with an ego the size of China.......half of us are probably this close to founding a religion to worship ourselves...haha..and who can blame us if every single lecturer who comes in brainwashes us into thinking we are the ultimate...makes me think underneath all that pomp and blatant self-adoration, if doctors are actually the most insecure people in the world....why else would they need this kind of validation? or is this belief in their 'super healing powers' the only thing that gets them through 48-hour calls, 10 hour surgeries and million-pound malpractice lawsuits......

And can anyone tell me if ladybugs bite??...coz I seem to have a family of 6 ladybugs and counting perpetually stuck to my ceiling........and I dont want to take a broom to them in case they bite or shoot poisonous ladybug dots at me....

Tax me

2006-10-19T22:31:00.000+08:00

I'm getting fucking TAXED by the fucking British goverment!!!...what the hell is that all about?!...u do realize this means the next time Her Majesty's royal corgies catch a cold, I'll be the one footing the friggin vet bills...so not the way I envisioned spending the only afternoon off i have every week.....

it doesnt help that I'm apparently not eligible for the non-resident tax waive thing...the small print on the application form states that u can only apply if u're in the country for not more than 4 full tax years....I didn't Bloody decide to make the BM5 Medicine course 5 years! If I had my way, i'd have graduated last year!......so not only do I have to pay ridiculous international fees, I now have to be fucking taxed every year, and the best thing is, after all this, I get kicked back to Malaysia because of the frickin new Labour Party ruling!

so screw the tax office, screw work permits, and screw every website and book that told me I'm exempt from paying taxes......

I dont even have an income for tax deduction! They're taking the money from my interest in my bank account!! I'm so fucking pissed I could die from a heart attack..........but the way the system works, if I do decide to keel over now, the government would probably stand to benefit from my insurance policy while some random minister holds an auction for all my personal belongings and sends the royal family on an all expense paid trip to fucking Palm Springs.....

now I'm going to stand by my window and scream as loud as I can and derive some perverse pleasure from scaring British squirrels and British ducks into hiding..(*!#*&$@^%&

Random thoughts

2006-10-06T17:44:00.000+08:00

I have decided to blog only 4 times a year to increase the value of my blog..a bit like how Vera Wang only makes 4 wedding gowns a year that people pay hundreds and thousands of dollars for....only my blog is way cooler than a white halterneck gown with beady stuff on it.

I have decided my new phrase for the 2006/07 term will be "google it"..the universal answer to everything..picture this..Year 2 exam:
Describe the physiology of the GI tract--
google it
Explain the treatment plan for myasthenia gravis--
google it
Name--
google it
very coolly aloof hor?..wahaha

I don't get the term ''angel of darkness"...so dark can see the angel meh? same goes for fallen angel....the wings cacat issit? or wind too strong?

I want to walk around my neighbourhood carrying my battery operated fishy fish lantern that changes colour.

I want to speak with a Jamaican accent and say "ya mann" when a patient wants to know if he's going to kick it soon.

When I'm old and retired I want to open a small shop in the corner lot of a big red building and peel garlic and potatoes. Then I'll charge lazy housewives 10 ringgit for a kilo of peeled garlic or potatoes.

I wonder if i can use spray paint for cars to spray paint my stethoscope tubing.....I want to spray it with pearl paint so it will change colours in the light and distract silly kids who cry when they see a needle.

My mummy gave me a can of germ-killer to degerm my room. SO the next time I see someone I dont like I'm going to spray them with germ killer and hope they disappear.

Girls like me

2006-06-14T06:27:00.000+08:00

Went to the pub to catch Brazil vs. Croatia....couldn't ask for a better way to celebrate the end of exams.

And every single guy who saw me there had one thing to say me:" what's a girl like you doing watching the World Cup"....Fuck!..cannot is it??! got rules saying girls like me cannot watch football is it?!...frickin chauvanistic pigs....and dont get me started on ''girls like me''????!...........so i try to earn my place at the centre front seat, right in front of the big screen T.V....groaning when Ronaldinho misses a close one...which he pretty much did for the whole 90 minutes...screaming when Kaka scored..beaaauutiful.....and I bit my tongue so hard everytime someone said offside....I refuse to admit I dont know what an offside is in front of the guys...didnt get it 4 yrs ago, dont get it now........that said, having finished my primaries, I can spend all day googling the term in 56 different languages..wheeeee

for the un-informed, I have lived through a year of med school without suffering from depression...so HAH! to the people who tried to scare us on our first day.......and I'm comin home!!!
now excuse me while i go finish highlighting my hair....:)

My numb is brain:(

2006-06-03T21:56:00.000+08:00

Exam's in a week and all I can think about is cucumber salad and what to wear to the friggin' airport......gah!!

Kinky Boots

2006-06-03T03:11:00.000+08:00

This is what happens when a stressed out chemical engineer chats with a medical student loaded with oestrogen:

Gman™ says:
aww but i like different faces of old men on my money ...not just one dude in a songkok
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
u like old men?
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
so do i! go figure!
Gman™ says:
...... i c...dats useful info
Gman™ says:
how old may i ask?
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
u see my whole goal, coming to the uk, was to seduce tony blair and marry him
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
but does that then make me the 2nd lady instead of the 1st?
Gman™ says:
haha
Gman™ says:
i tink u hav sum competition then... in ME!!
Gman™ says:
see, my diabolical plan is seducing john howard
Gman™ says:
den threaten his white ass and his party that if they dont do wat i say, i'll publically announce our secret affair
Gman™ says:
muahahahah
Gman™ says:
wait wait it gets better
Gman™ says:
i'm gona isolate all white ppl on cronulla beach
Gman™ says:
and send in a horny filipino wit aids ..soon they all catch it and die!
Gman™ says:
and THEN.....force john howard to admit his gay relationship wit tony blair...
Gman™ says:
unless of course, blair gets together wit me...
Gman™ says:
so there...
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
NOOO..he CANT have a gay relationship with blair
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
Blair's Mineee.....he can have it with Bush!omg that's sooo much better..!then u kill 2 birds with one um....horny filipino...[no pun intended..i swear]
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
then Blair and me can live happily ever after and we'll make you like Prime Minister of Aussie!wheeee !
Gman™ says:
hehe... u n ur sugar daddy
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
very sweet indeed :P
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
he's like the youngest PM...he's not thaaat old
Gman™ says:
of course not, absolutely!
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
besides, the older the dude, the sooner he'll kick it and the quicker i'll become prime minister
Gman™ says:
ooo u tink he'll appoint u?
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
no, i'll make him give me money to cure aids
Gman™ says:
NOOOOO
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
and then remember all the white ppl ur filipino gave aids to?
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
im assumin some of em are brits
Gman™ says:
den my diabolical plan wont work!
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
so then I'll cure aids, and the ppl of great britain will vote for me
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
and make me prime minister
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
wahaha
~~toilet break~~
Gman™ says:
but back to reality..u a strong sex before marriage believer?
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
wat...it's a religion now?
Gman™ says:
only if u want it to be
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
haha..in tht case I'm a free thinker
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
as long as the horny filipino wears a condom, i dont really care if he bangs Bush pre/post maritally
Gman™ says:
dats awesoem
Thai baby : roses are red, violets are blue; god made me great, what happened to you says:
I know I am:P

~The End~
disclaimer: all characters mentioned above are purely fictitious. any resemblance to say...real life politicians is entirely coincidental.......except maybe for the part where I have a crush on Tony Blair...and even then I will plead temporary insanity in court.

My junior from KTJ left me a message on MSN...I usually ignore these especially when I'm working but it seemed urgent...so I broke precedence and checked in........His pregnant cat's water broke on his bed and he wanted me to talk him through the labour......
howla....I'm a first year only...summore I dont like cats...why would I want to be part of something that will only result in more cats in the world?!
Oh but the compassion and empathy that first drew me to this noble profession * I just lost my appetite* shone through and I calmed him down,talked him through an emergency C-section and he was so grateful he named one of the kittens after me...ahh...
k I may have exaggerated a bit.........he didn't name the kitty after me coz my name's too purrty for a kitty kat:P

Dont forget to remember me

2006-05-31T02:52:00.000+08:00

"Don't Forget To Remember Me"

18 years have come and gone
For momma they flew by
But for me they just drug on and on
We were loading up that Chevy
Both tryin' not to cry
Momma kept on talking
Putting off good-bye
Then she took my hand and said
'Baby don't forget
Before you hit the highway
You better stop for gas
There's a 50 in the ashtray
In case you run short on cash
Here's a map and here's a Bible
If you ever lose your way
Just one more thing before you leave
Don't forget to remember me'

This downtown apartment sure makes me miss home
And those bills there on the counter
Keep telling me I'm on my own
And just like every Sunday
I called momma up last night
And even when it's not,
I tell her everything's alright
Before we hung up I said
'Hey momma, don't forget
to tell my baby sister
I'll see her in the fall
And tell mee-ma that I miss her
Yeah, I should give her a call
And make sure you tell Daddy
that I'm still his little girl
Yeah, I still feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be
Don't forget to remember me'

Tonight I find myself kneeling by the bed to pray
I haven't done this in a while
So I don't know what to say
but'Lord I feel so small sometimes
in this big ol' place
Yeah, I know there are more important things,
But don't forget to remember me
~
I would like to think every kid who's been away from home can relate to this.....coming home late at night and realizing you're all alone in a foreign country, telling your parents what you think they need to hear even if it's not always true.....clinging on to every single childhood memory you have in a desperate attempt to convince yourself that nothing's changed because deep down you know that when you do get to go back things will be different ... and you will feel like a stranger in your own home.

Chocolate is good for the soul

2006-05-28T02:05:00.000+08:00

It's two and half weeks to my flight home, I am stressed in a will-point-a-gun-at-the-next-person-who-pisses-me-off kind of way, I can't sleep at night because I get hungry thinking about char kuay tiaw, but I refuse to pay 7 pounds for it or get up for a midnight substitute snack because I simply will not be greeted with "wahseh! u go UK put on damn a lot of weight ah!" after my one year absence...( be warned, I have been living on salad for the past term, and will sock you in the eye if you say anything remotely close to the above statement. and now that I know the human anatomy like the back of my hand, I know exactly where it hurts the most).

So what is a girl to do? enter FOOD BLOGS!.....slightly sadistic to make myself look at pictures of char kuay tiaw and roti telur at 1 in the morning, but it'll have to do for now:P
came across this one recipe for a flourless chocolate cake with a molten center....brought back memories of the baby chocolate volcano at Chili's..Boy! we go get sick on cocktails and chocolate cakes when I come back k!

but yes, so I got up at 8, went to ASDA's to pick up the ingredients...and promised half the staff that I would return bearing cakes the next day for all their help...I swear ..i must be the only person who gets lost in a fucking supermarket...well more hypermarket la...but still...did you know they label the aisles????...I didnt........ oh but all the embarassment and incredibly blonde moments in ASDA were so bloody worth it....

chocolate at its most sinful

drool dahlings, drool :)

On hindsight, the little gems were a little dry...but nothing a bit of ice-cream can't take care of...suppose the lovely molten centre balances it out nicely...will consider adding some bananas to the molten center to lighten the whole thing up......

But for now, all's well, I'm stressed no more..."I feel happeee, oh so happeee, oh so happeee and witty and brrriiight..."lalala:D

Go Taylor!!

2006-05-26T04:04:00.000+08:00

I spent half an hour talking about babies today....i deserve a frickin trophy considering I dont even like the damn things but that's being professional for you:P

my study buddy says attractive people have attractive friends....which means all you people mirror yours truly on the "fit"-ness scale....poor buggers:P....but then he also said I'm high maintenence...which pretty much flushes his credibility down the drain.

they say incoherence is the first sign of.......I googled it and it says "a brilliant mind"....was hoping for something more related to my brain shutting down...bygones....lalala

According to the Oxford Dictionary..

2006-05-22T03:30:00.000+08:00

Jade--[adjective]: visually addictive

hell yea I am!..hahaha...talk about a much needed ego boost:P

Beauty and the Geek

2006-05-21T20:26:00.000+08:00

www.medschoolsonline.co.uk

First up, a BIG thank you to those who cared enough to sign the petition....I got sick of revision so I went to the website and combed the list for familiar names.....wahaha...but yea...means a lot that you took the trouble and rest assured that the next time you have one for me to sign, I will do so at least 3 times under 3 different e-mail adresses ..so *HUGS*.....even if I did force Clement to sign it...but hey..I can only bring the cow to the water:P

Been blog-hopping the last few days....and for some reason every single blog I came acoss mentioned debate tourneys and public speaking competitions in some way or the other......granted debates were never really my thing...nay..I didnt get a chance to make it my thing because I'm a self-centred brat who hates the idea of sharing my glory and not getting to keep the trophy......or so says the teacher who never really took to me...:P

No, Public speaking was more my forte....and how I loved it...the butterflies in the stomach when you first arrive at the venue, checking out the competition and have the competition sass you out, fully aware that they are up against the defending champion, the tingle you feel when they call out your name and the title of your prepared speech,the adrenaline rush on stage, and coming off stage and having everyone stare at you and knowing that deep down they're going.."shit".....then there's being cooped up in the quarantine room, peeling of the sheet of paper to reveal the impromptu title, the 4 minutes to come up with something engaging and relevant and most importantly, memorable....and to have people come up to you during the interval quoting something you just made up 4 minutes ago........I'm not even going to attempt to be modest....I was good at what I did...and by God I miss it.......

I've lost my edge...my need to compete and win....could it be that I'm finally satisfied and fully secure? that I no longer need the validation that comes with being National Champion at the age of 10?......hardly....I still get kicks out of any chance to adress a roomful of people...even if it is just describing my baby's feeding habits to my GP....but the drive is gone....and I dont know if it's in hibernation...or gone for good....and that uncertainty bugs me...

Of petitions and signatures

2006-05-17T16:44:00.000+08:00

www.medschoolsonline.co.uk

I realize the previous post was not exactly informative....so here's the bit I copied from the above website:
"Petition against new immigration/work permit rules for international medical students.

This online petition simply calls for a delay in the implementation of
the new immigration and visa rules for international medical students
currently studying at a UK medical school, until they have completed
their entire postgraduate training (to CCT level or equivalent). Rather
than introduce these new immigration and visa changes in one step, we,
the undersigned, would ask the Home Office to phase in the new
regulations over time.

-->
The Home Office has recently announced changes to the immigration rules, which will make it almost impossible for international (non-UK/EU) doctors to get post-foundation programme jobs in the UK. Under the new rules, all international doctors will need to be awarded a work permit in order to work in the UK, and will only be offered a job if there is no suitable EU or UK applicant for the job that they are applying to.
Whilst this should ensure that there are enough jobs nationwide for medical graduates of EU/UK origin, our international medical students have had the rug pulled out from under them.

When our current international medical students decided to pursue their medical education in the UK, the immigration rules that existed at the time entitled them to the same access to post-graduate jobs and training as UK graduates. However, the government has decided to change the rules, with no exemption for those international students who are already studying medicine in the UK. We believe this is a serious injustice for those international students who made their decision to pursue their medical education in the UK on the basis that they would be permitted to complete their post-graduate medical training here.

Many will now be forced to return to their home countries after just one year as an SHO, in order to complete their postgraduate training. This petition asks that the new rulings be phased in, and that international students (who will graduate or have already graduated from a UK medical school) are allowed to complete their post-graduate training in the UK. We believe this is the only fair and honourable way for the government to proceed, as our current international students had no idea, when they decided to study here, that the goal posts would be moved so dramatically midway through their undergraduate/ postgraduate education.

To find out more about this issue, please click here. If you agree with us, please sign our petition below. Your name, status and comments will be publicly displayed on this website, but your email address will be kept for our records so that, if necessary, we can prove that the signatories to this petition are genuine.

This petition is endorsed by the BMA Medical Students Committee.
"I believe that the government is wrong to apply the new Home Office immigration rules to existing international medical students, which will prevent them from continuing their post graduate training in the UK after they have completed their foundation years.""

there you have it, a bit of background information about the ruling that's causing such an uproar within the international medical committee.....and it's absurd really...considering one of the many things promised in the brochures sent with my offer letter included a secure future in the UK health industry......so to extend this ruling to existing medical students is tasteless to say the least and akin to a breach of contract.....why, one can almost say we, or rather our 500 grand in fees, were lured to this country under false pretenses......

and to think just the other day my coursemate was trying to persuade me to stay after completing my degree while I was eagerly laying out the advantages of going home.......none of which I meant ,of course...face it, I'm a girl, I like to be cajoled and asked to stay :P......

but the way things are going...there may not even be an option...which brings me back to the petition.....and not just existing medics in the UK...what about those who opted for the twinning programme in IMU? or those who have been given conditional offers through UCAS?.......so do sign the petition, it will only take a second. and your signature might just be the one that tips the scale in our favour.

in retrospect...I should've just married the damn dishwasher when I had the chance...fuggedy:(

I'll go out with Dr. House :D

2006-05-17T04:15:00.000+08:00

www.medschoolsonline.co.uk
would really appreciate it if anyone who reads this blog could just click on the link above or the icon on the sidebar and sign the petition against the new immigration/work permit ruling for international medical students in the UK. it would only take a second and it just might help.
cheers

Tag, you're it

2006-05-14T06:11:00.000+08:00

Got tagged by Mars......and since this is the last free weekend I have...well the last weekend I'll allow myself to be free...I shall humour her by listing 6 weird things about yours truly..so here goes:

1. I'm Mar's friend...she takes pictures of her nostrils...need I say more

2. I work better when my table is cluttered.....that's what everyone calls it anyway..clutter..I beg to differ...I call it creative chaos..and it's technically not a sign of disorganization if there is such a word since I know exactly where everything is...There is a reason the green pen is in Grey's Anatomy which is on top of the Moses and Banks Atlas which is half wedged between Berne and Levy and Underwood's Pathology which is next to my laptop which is next to my non-fat digestives and diet coke....see the connection?

3. I decapitate my food....literally...I bite off heads of gummy bears and leave the bodies for whoever would eat them...if I'm in a good mood i might consider eating the arms and the legs..but I never touch the body...the little jewel cookies from my childhood?the pretty ones with the colourful crunchy swirl of icing on top? I only eat the icing...I leave the biscuit base for my parents with the excuse that I love them too much to put them at risk of diabetes.

4. I suffer from mild joint laxity...i can bend my thumb 90 degrees back...more if I apply force..I can bend my thumb 90 degrees to the side and tuck it behind my forefinger....and because I'm such a cool older cousin, I use these tricks to convice my younger cousins that if i twist hard enough I can pull my thumb off and stick it back on just to scare them so they dont try to sit on my lap

5. When I was young I talked to the wall and had an imaginary bridesmaid and my mum got scared and that's how I got a baby sister

6. I have a theory that the more I want something and the more I think about it, the slimmer the chances are of me getting what I want. so I convince myself I dont want whatever it is I really want so that I wont think about it so that I will get what I want. sometimes it works, sometimes it doesnt.

There...I'm not thaaat weird am I? dont answer that...I also mentally shoot people who dont say what I want them to say :D

Tribute to my first love

2006-05-07T05:51:00.000+08:00

I ran out of blogs to read during one of my revision breaks...so I went on this website my sister told me about ages ago...www.baidu.com......it's where my culture-starved self gets my monthly fix of the latest in Taiwanese pop..in all fairness, some of these songs might actually get the Simon Cowell stamp of approval...there's an american jazz instrumental version of Jay Chou's "Dong Feng Puo"...it's called East Wind Breaks...how original:P
* to the chinese-illiterate, it's a literal translation of the original Mandarin title

So there's this part of the site that lists the top 500 golden hits......80% of the songs listed were songs from my childhood......isn't "golden" supposed to mean songs circa oh I don't know.. George Washington's cherry tree? if the songs from my childhood are now considered "golden"..does that then make me a golden girl? I want to be Blanche...or however it is you spell her name.....and I have officially hit rock-bottom with my mid/quarter(?) life crisis...gah...If I'm old then my mum is a century egg..wahaha..wonder what they call the songs from her childhood :P

But I digress...while skimming through the list I came across this name..Jimmy Lim Zhi Ying.....my first crush.......I had every single one of his cassettes...[cassettes??!fuck, I really am old...], I knew the lyrics to every song, his songs were the only thing I would sing at family karaoke thingies, I videotaped his concerts religiously....I knew every damn game show he'd ever been on...heck I had T-shirts with his face printed on the front...and my really cool older cousins from abroad used to ply me with bookmarks, stickers, notebooks..and my ultimate favourite--a baby booklet of Jimmy Lim photos..all of which I painstakingly arranged in a pretty box with perfumed paper stars....I wanted to marry the guy...I was also 7 and probably dropped on my head earlier in the year..

Fast forward to 2006, 2 days before my locomotor assessment....I saw the song title...and clicked on it just for fun...and there it was..the familiar melody from my past..as I was giggling away at the cheesy lyrics I realized that I was actually singing along...after 12 years, I can still remember every single word.....but what I used to think was THE sexiest voice just sounds ridiculous now....if he can sell albums I also can

But now that I was on a roll, I went ahead, downloaded all his songs...sang and laughed my way through 2 albums :D...I just wish I had my boxed shrine of Jimmy Lim with me, pretty eyes and flippy hair and all.....hehehehehe....I love unexpected trips down memory lane.....and I miss being a kid...even if I did have fucked up taste in music:P

Shou

2006-05-04T02:50:00.000+08:00

I remember once when my friend was complaining of drowsiness...I told her to take a cold shower. She gave me a look that was nothing short of sheer mortification and said:" Jade luv, you are either very crazy or very sadistic"......I found out why today.
It was 17 degrees outside, bloody stuffy and for some reason I don't quite get..I decided to do a 45-minute late-afternoon workout...made sense at the time...
I ended up sweating like a pig and as any idiot from a tropical country would, decided to take a cold shower...
But you see, water here doesnt work like it does in Malaysia where an outer temperature of 37 degrees pretty much parboils the pipes..and then cools down while you lather and condition..I got in, turned the shower on full blast......and cursed everyone and everything within a 5-mile radius.....

Housemate flings the door open and rushes in: Omigod Jade are you hurt?

Me..still cursing and near tears: no no..not hurt..

Housemate: are u sure? what happened?

Me:......I uh....I tried taking a cold shower....*secretly wants to dig a tunnel back to Malaysia"

Housemate: ...*silence*..........i see.......*hysterical laughter*...

that's the last time I ever try that again...it was like the time Yi put an ice cube down my shirt..only a hundred ice-cubes worse.....at least my housemate was sweet enough to wait outside just to make sure.....after she told half the house of course..

I saw a patient last week...and the first thing she said was " My, what lovely cold hands you have"....." All the better to percuss your chest with my dear, wahaha"...nola..I was so tempted to but my G.P was in the room....and now we know why medics dont write fairy-tales..

It's not the first time someone's commented on my hands...their lack of warmth anyway....which is odd...I didn't use to be like this...there was a time when everytime it rained, or we were in a cold room...everyone would crowd around me...I was like a friggin walking radiator....on hindsight that could just have been pre-pubescent boys trying something funny...cheeky bastards.....
but i did...I had really really warm hands...and I liked them because my dad has warm hands...probably one of the few things I had in common with him and actually clung on to...I have half my dad's nose, inability to swim, pretty fingernails and to some point, warm hands........I have cold hands now.....I should probably learn how to swim....and I've always wanted rhinoplasty......which means 10 years from now when people ask me how I'm like my dad...character and personality aside....the only thing I can show them are my fingernails.......tell me that's not sad...

Jelly and Mousse

2006-05-01T19:07:00.000+08:00

Turns out gelatin is a very very nice way of saying partly denatured collagen....i.e Pam Anderson's lips 30 yrs down the road..........and I just had a huge trifle...mousse, jelly and all.....I think I'm going to be sick :S

Bagels and cream cheese

2006-05-01T03:42:00.000+08:00

I've been waiting for spring to arrive...but now that it's here I want to shove it back up mother nature's loins...buildings here aren't built for warm weather, ...and this bugs me because the one time I get to see the sun,I have to keep my curtains drawn so that the whole of Connaught won't see me prancing around my room in my underwear ......which annoys me even more so I try to compensate by leaving my window open all the time.....which just pisses me off because the stoopid Brits can get so fucking noisy at night...but I can't complain anymore because I wont..because the receptionist has heard from me so often this week he now recognizes my voice--:"yes the medical student from Connaught, I'll send someone right over"

So I've taken to studying with my head phones on...I had no idea you could listen the the radio on I-tunes! got 24-hr jazz station one!.....just realized how pathetic that sounded :(........until half way through histology an advert came up...so now all I can think about is real estate and how important it is to be able to own a house next to your favourite pizza parlour...
and the fact that I have a crush on Mcdreamy from Grey's Anatomy..sighhh.....although in all honesty, I probably wouldn't give him a second glance if he weren't playing a neurosurgeon......just like how I fast forward all the parts where Dr. Burke is not in his scrubs.......snobbery much?...bite me :P

3 more days...sigh....

2006-04-21T01:55:00.000+08:00

A glimpse at what boredom can do to you:

Pwasad says: so its settled then, u'll die alone eaten by cats and I'll be pecked to death by canaries

Thai baby and strawberries...lalala...says: dammit...urs sounds so much cooler...now i wish I'd said canaries first..:(

Pwasad says: wahaha..I win!

Thai baby and strawberries...lalala...says: but then after my cats finish eating me they'll eat ur canaries so they eat you by proxy

Thai baby and strawberries...lalala...says: so I win! woohoo!!

Pwasad says: ass:P

But I want to be bored even if it kills me because the only time I'm not bored is term-time and I dont wanna go back to school..uni..watever.... :(
Well I do, but just for like 5 minutes because I got an email this morning that says I have a cheque to pick up at the SGH reception....must be the 20 quid they owe me for the interview stint... :D

You know when you buy milk, and there's this tag that says best before,..it's bullshit..the tag on mine said best before July 2006 and it tasted sourishly bitter when I opened it this morning...it was fine when i drank it a few days ago...so I had to walk all the way to the corner shop which is yonks away, in the rain, just for a litre of milk...damn cheebai la...

that felt liberating...I havent uttered that word since Primary 6, when this ass of a boy commented on my 'development' or lack thereof...at which I swore like a trooper, gave him a tight slap and poured 7-up into his bag.......and then feigned sickness the next day so I could stay home out of guilt and fear. What if his mum came to school? then I would have to call my mummy and everyone knows no one messes with my mummy...but then cat-fight how??? Or worse.....what if my mummy complained to the principal??!!
*My mum's on a first name basis with 11 out of the 13 principals I know.....it came to a point where everytime someone said something about seeing a parent in the principal's office, the teacher would come into class, point at me and say: "eh, your mother come and complain what again ah?"

Ohhh and Joanne met Tony Blair!!.......the one married man I have no qualms about having a steamy affair with...sighhhh............even if the broad shoulders are mostly padding from his bullet-proof vest....
it's just this air politicians have.....well most of the foreign ones anyway..Sami Vellu doesnt do anything for me.....I hardly blame Lewinsky for her fling with Bill CLinton.....am I breaching any UN law by saying this?but i get UMNO protection right?will they let me into the embassy after my cheap shot at Sami Vellu?if its any consolation I love Mahathir and I used to wish he was my grandfather..oh dear Im making it worse...shaddap Jade :(

Whatever happened to spring fever?

2006-04-17T23:33:00.000+08:00

The great , though some may beg to differ, thing about the world of science is it's ability to strip everything down to the core, yet filling every available space so there is no longer room for imagination, replacing adjectives with hard figures so a person no longer has 'big' dreams but rather a dream that is 5ft tall and 6ft wide, doing away with anything abstract and accepting only the concrete and that visible to the naked eye...

A twinkle in the eye is no longer a sign of happiness, because science is after all devoid of emotion...it is probably a sign of atropine poisoning, or so said Dr. Sampson, dilatation of the pupils caused by ingesting the deadly nightshade....someone who is always happy should probably be given a urine test as long term consumption of oral steroids gives a false sense of euphoria.......so what of the proverbial spring fever that sends hearts aflutter and makes adolescents giddy with joy? Could it be it is merely a misinterpretation, by choice of course, of something more scientific?...for instance hay fever that is so common during spring.Perhaps the tingling sensation from head to toe is the result of histamine release...perhaps those who burn with desire simply suffer from cytokine induced fever....In other words, maybe those who think they've been hit with spring fever are just atopical individuals who desperately need to romanticize(if there is such a word) the fact that they are simply more prone to allergies and hence the afore mentioned symptoms.

I'm being cynical arent i :P...i fail to see rainbows and the pots of gold at the end of them, and I dont believe in Santa Claus....I remember when I was young, I would go to bed extra early everynight the week before Christmas, with the excuse that I needed to talk to Santa in private.....only I would make sure to speak extra loud and repeat how much I wanted a Jimmy Lim cassette...I knew my parents were bound to hear me sometime ;)

And for the record, I know who Kurt Cobain is.....so no need for the shockgasphorroromg routine should I make a reference to him...I'm not that much of a dungu la pls

OH! I was in town this morning and this sexy chinese chick walked by ( I'm not talking about myself btw:P),......the minute she passed this group of men, one of them , still completely engrossed in his conversation with the boys, started humping his bike...in a completely unconscious, not deliberate or trying to be crude way...it was almost as if it were a reflex ...and there you have it, proof that guys think with their dicks and are absolutely capable of multi-tasking, IF they want to :P

Fondue for Dummies

2006-04-15T00:38:00.000+08:00

I have found a new reason to live, seen the light, embraced the um...something.. [Spirituality isn't exactly my strong suit in case you havent noticed]... and all because of a little religion I'd like to call ---Asda-ism. And this, is why:

88p for these lush beauties....you have my permission to drool..

it's a real berry if anyone's wondering, I just have great photography skills =P

1GBP for a few seconds of heaven....mmm

Put all that together and what you get is THE most effective anti-depressant known to man....the only side-effect being girth in the case of an O.D.........but even that can easily be solved by a simple exercise routine, which in turn releases endorphins that make people happy and everything seem just sodding peachy *beams*

*n.b--this was posted under the ever so slight influence of alcohol...the author shall not be held responsible for anything deemed politically incorrect or um...other legal stuff...

Doughnuts and bling blings

2006-04-12T23:45:00.000+08:00

I've been having a major craving for doughnuts since the start of the holidays...and since we dont have Dunkin Donuts or Krispy Kremes, which I have yet to try,...I've been relying on Asda Smart Price doughnuts...not exactly gourmet pastry..but heck, for 10p each, I'm not complaining...

After a week of munching my way through caramel filled rings, chocolate rings, chocolate filled rings, custard filled, and raspberry jam filled.......I see a fucking doughnut everytime I look in the mirror...So to make myself feel better, I ate another doughnut...now I feel sick and bloated and I'll be damned if I touch another doughnut within the next 5 years.
But just to make sure, I took a bus to town,went into the first clothing store I could find, and tried on a size 6 top......And now I'm off to buy fresh strawberries and Nutella.. ;)...it fit btw..hehe
Plus, now that I have a gorgeous new phone....that wasnt very subtle was it....bygones..hee..I can take pictures wherever I go and maybe, just maybe, I can do one of those food blog thingies where people dine at McDonald's, take pictures of a Big Mac, and then try to channel the food connoisseurs buried somewhere in them by criticising the overly dry beef patties...or better still, have teh-o-ais at Ah Keong Kopitiam and call it dining ''al-fresco''*insert Ah Beng accent, Dolce Gabbana underwear and all* :P....I'm being mean aren't I...blame it on the oestrogen..

But enough small talk...been dying to show the world my new phone..hehe..prrresenting:: yayay!! finally!! a phone that doesnt shut off in the middle of a phone call or a message, doesnt run out of batteries every hour, and doesn't present with triple screens everytime u press the OK button. AND it was a super reasonable deal....AND I blinged it up....Numero uno sign of extreme boredom: when this little chicky spends 2 hours attaching crystals on a brand new phone with a nail clipper and eyebrow tweezers....it's called improvising dah-ling ;)

My mum will probably kill me for doing this......but if i'm going to spend 100 quid on a phone, I'm damn well going to make sure no one's going to walk around carrying the exact same phone......I am on a hormone high[translation: I will plead temporary insanity in court] and I will not hesitate to castrate you and feed it to the ducks...so no, find some other way to personalize your phone.

Mememememe

2006-04-08T01:43:00.000+08:00

I got tagged by Adrian McCartney=P..peace boy,...
~the idea is to go to your music player of choice and put it on shuffle.
~say the following questions aloud, and press play.use the song titles that come up to answer each question.NO CHEATING.
so here goes:

how does the world see me?
Take me as I am--Wyclef Jean.............hehehe..sweeeet.....if only:P

will i have a happy life?
since you've been gone--Kelly Clarkson.....oh.my.god......i dont like this meme very much :S..

what do people really think of me?
Girl-Destiny's Child........I'm guessing it means I have trouble opening up?which i do....hot damn this thing is freaky!...

do people secretly lust after me?
Portugese Love Theme--Craig Armstrong.......I attract the Portugese...so I'm like Melaka..?..I'm deeply disturbed...

how can i make myself happy?
Falling away with you--Muse.....cherishing fate and reliving memories..hmph..I'm afraid of heights so I'm not falling away with nobody

what should i do with my life?
Sometimes--Gabrielle....."we have our highs and lows..doesnt mean we should walk away...we should work through our mistakes".......shit.

will i ever have children?
When you say you love me--Josh Groban...ohoho...it's going to take a hell lot more than that to negotiate my uterus ;)

what is some good advice for me?
Remember when it rained--Josh Groban....yea, it's time to buy me an umbrella

what do i think my current theme song is?
California--Phantom Planet..hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..Hell yea my life is worse than The O.C!

what does everyone else think my current theme song is?
You and me--Jojo....oh good god

what song will play at my funeral?
Cuppy cake--Strawberry Shortcake...hehehe...it would be nice to be remembered as a "sugarpie honeybunch, pumpi-umpi-umpkin"

what type of men/women do you like?
Hello darling--Conway Titty............I only want what I can't have ..gah! :S...

what is my day going to be like?
The Trouble with love is--Kelly Clarkson...hahaha...seriously? seriously?

why am i here?
Chariot--Gavin Degraw.......to guide you and give you my strength..hehe...damn right I am!

what will people remember me for?
Dance with my father--Luther Vandross......hmm

what song will i get stuck in my head tomorrow?
Bridge over troubled waters--Simon and Garfunkel

are there people outside waiting to take me away?
If loving you is wrong--Al Green......"your friends tell you/there's no future/in loving a married man"....hahahaha..yea, my sugar daddy's waitin' in the rain while I finish this up..hehehe

what will this year be all about?
Beautiful Soul--Jesse McCartney..."I dont want another pretty face, I dont want just anyone to hold, I dont want my love to go to waste, I want you and your beautiful soul// am I crazy for wanting you, baby do you think you could want me to"..no shit...I'm going to make myself feel better by disregarding the lyrics and assuming the beautiful soul in question is mine

There,I've done it. Can't be bothered to tag anyone, but Paul, you know u want to do this:P

Southampton sights

2006-04-05T23:35:00.000+08:00

I'm bored..and I'm hungry...and someone's downstairs using my kitchen..since I am in no mood to make small talk, I shall be an antisocial bugger and look at food-blogs until I hear a click on my front door..

And I can't blog without energy....soo...until I get some food in me, I shall sit in my stolen chair and brood over mysteries of the universe: like why the Honey Hoops from Asda taste like peanut butter instead of honey...and whether keeping my eggs ...(no, i didnt lay them, twit, I bought them from a chicken) on the windowsill is a bad idea....will the sun and heat from it hatch my eggs?...and if they do hatch..does that mean I will be having chicken instead of eggs with my maggi tonight?.........

Easter Break!!

2006-03-23T19:14:00.000+08:00

I should be at the hospital, but even Mr. Muktad admitted that his lectures operate on autopilot and he doesnt know what he's reading half the time...so me being the presumptuous little brat that I am took that as the green light to take the day off:)...with good reason of course, I intend to finish the 1000-word piece before we break for easter, now that's discipline. what am I doing here? warming up and honing my writing skills so that by the time I am ready to put pen to paper/ fingers to keyboard, my mind shall overfloweth with false praises for the New Generation Project and hopefully booketh me a ticket to IPL heaven.

Now part of my routine to shall we say inspire myself is to think happy thoughts. A friend got called up for some photoshoot thing in London and you know the bit where they say you are allowed to bring a friend to share this life-changing experience? I'm the friend!!....hehehehehe...I get half a day of pampering, primping, and at the end of it, get this----- a photoshoot of my own!..hahahahaha....beginning to wonder if this is what some delusional people mean when they state modelling as an occupation on Friendster......oh to indulge in a fantasy...however improbable in some cases:P

The next thing to do is to organise the jumbled up goo that is my brain...what better way to do that than to make a list. Yes, I make lists for everything nowadays, on little sticky notes that some drug company plied me with in the hopes of someday becoming my sole supplier of multicoloured pills. This time, it's a list of things to take care of during my 4-week break including storage plans for summer and ticket validation....is it that obvious that I want to go home?:P

I dreamt of yummy local treats for the whole of last weekend..is it bad to only miss something about home when i'm under stress?...I dreamt of cheap balls of grease, deep fried bananas...for some reason British bananas dont fry well:(, noodles tossed in lard.....only to wake up to the harsh reality that is 7-pound char kuey tiaw,with a dream-induced clogged artery ....what la...7x7....49 ringgit can buy me nearly 2 months worth of kampua ok...

now I'm depressed and no longer feel like writing the stupid essay so I'm off to get groceries for tonight...I'm cooking for my friend!

on a completely unrelated note, I learnt to do CPR last week, and now as I walk along any street, I cant help willing someone to collapse in front of me so I can play hero....how much more sadistic can I get -_-"

...and I breathe

2006-03-18T22:19:00.000+08:00

After every exam here at Southampton uni, there's this thing called a feedback session......during my first term here I pictured all 209 of us gathered in a stuffy lecture theatre with a bunch of overzealous old people going over the painful ordeal that was the exam paper with a fine toothed comb......turns out in the words of Bush--( try googling "failure" and clicking I'm feeling lucky, u'll love me for it:P), I misoverestimated the system........people here where got do post-mortem one, they just go on strike.

turns out these feedback sessions involve passing 10-page forms around so that students can assess their lecturers! oh the beauty of karma ....which reminds me, right before my exam I went to the washroom, and this lady knocks on my cubicle..

woman with skirt hiked up and fishnets: *odd smile*
me with my hand on my personal alarm: omg I'm going to be the first Soton medic to be raped in a cubicle omg she's coming closer
woman with skirt still hiked up, turns around and shows undies: hi
me: screw fight or flight, my sympathetic nervous system is fucked...um hi?
woman: i caught my bracelet in my tights...could u undo me please?
me:....-_-"who ask u go and wear fishnets in the middle of winter...

I separated hand and fishnets, partly disappointed because I didnt have 'lesbian attraction' after all....but then was cheered by the fact that my good deed meant I would get 100% on both my papers:)

now where was i, my piano teacher once told me I have the attention span of a blueberry muffin..hee..yes, so I looked through the form and realized I had no idea who half the lecturers were.....so if anyone got a rating of 5/5, my guilty conscience trumps the quality of ur lectures which I am actually not too sure of considering I was probably not there...

I went to pick up some conditioner just now..John Frieda's on sale!..half price!hehe...see, its the karma from the tights...and strawberries r getting cheaper too.so I was picking grapes at Morrisons when this random guy taps me on the shoulder and says: U are Malaysian!......no, I'm from Fiji....but remembering how important it is to keep my positive energy flowing , at least till results come out, I smiled and nodded graciously.
Then he starts following me around to the bakery section and asks where I'm staying and which part of Malaysia I'm from and what course I'm doing...me having woken up 15 minutes before that stupidly did the polite thing and asked wat course he was in...turns out he's already working..but now that he perceives my early morning blurness and bad eyesight as a compliment he makes more weird small talk. By the time we reach the frozen foods section, he wants to exchange phone numbers....i falter for a bit and tell him I dont carry one...all the while praying that my phone wouldnt ring...

why can't a normal 19 yr old ask for my number...im going to die alone eaten by cats aren't i... :'(

cheese and coleslaw

2006-03-09T06:16:00.000+08:00

Jade is screwed...it's a week to assessments and I am utterly confused :S...physiology is not making any sense to me, not that it ever did, so that's slightly comforting,.....and I found out this morning that I've got the sides of the heart corresponding to different types of oedema all mixed up..*breaths into a paper bag*.......... on top of that I have a fucking position paper to hand in and a 1000-word reflective account on IPL....honestly, the organizers of this new generation project are sick narcissistic monkeys....i just wrote a bloody reflective account 3 months ago and that 500 word essay was probably the biggest lie I've ever told in my entire life, believe me I've told a few in my time...dont judge me, go read a bible or something

on the up-side, something must have gone in somehow-- I was watching CSI to calm my slightly suicidal self after a morning of failed physio..it was about this guy who was found in the bin, with about 6 litres worth of chyme and undigested food in his stomach and virtually no fingernails. Autopsy showed that he had eaten himself to death..literally...and while everyone was figuring out when or why, yours truly saw the light and yelled "Prader Willy!"...hah! I DO listen in lectures!!!....genetic disorder, classic signs include obesity and hyperphagia.....damn I'm pleased with myself:)..here's to hoping all the physiology questions will be replaced with genetic questions next friday

i think i shall go denerdify myself now...............
-exit-
-comes back in-: i think i should say a prayer too...like buying insurance for the 500-word half truth that I'll be stretching.....
-exits again-

Aussie Kiss--like a French, but down under ;P

2006-03-04T05:21:00.000+08:00

I spent half of the symposium on heart failure staring at this guy's T-shirt, and when I finally figured out what it meant, it was all I could do to stop laughing in the middle of a patient's description of his chest pains.....so I swallowed the urge n ended up choking for the next half of the symposium..hehe

I helped out at this international student's interview thingy the other day...to think I used to be one of the nervous little things sitting outside in the concourse, waiting for my turn to lie through my teeth and hopefully pull one over the interviewers' eyes...and now that I'm finally here, it wasnt without lots of pride that I corrected the people who looked at me funny--they thought I was there for the interview, and I was dressed in jeans and a baby-Tee:"oh no, I'm a first year medic, I've been through the whole process already, I just came from the hospital coz Ms. Jacobs needed help with u guys".......so hah! to those who were trying to sass me out...and a BIG thank you to the Hong Kong mummy who told me her son thought I was hot...hehehehehe...I refuse to blush or be modest simply because it's been a loooong week, and I needed to hear that..whether I believed it or not is immaterial :)

Off to Portsmouth again tomorrow to spend quality time with nurses and radiographers who I think are programmed to snub medics every chance they get lest our god-complexes come out and play.......thing is, not all of us have an over-inflated ego..roight, who am I kidding, --not all of us show our over-inflated egoes....yet....so we do deserve a break now and then...thank god Gun Wharf Quay will take away some of the pain..

I shall drag my not so little behind to bed now...because tomorrow is the start of revision, revision and more revision....sigh....i told the little buggers at the interview it wasnt too late to change their minds..

The one where she finishes her essay

2006-02-25T22:04:00.000+08:00

I finished it last night... after weeks of research, writing and rewriting, my affair with the Influenza virus ends today. I still have some proof-reading to do, but I'm trying to put it off for as long as I can...I think I have issues letting go...I live for pressure and stress..it's what keeps me going, complain as I might...and I know I will feel the void the minute I hand the essay in...so in anticipation of god forbid..extra free time!, I have signed up for SKIP, an international champion of childen welfare so I can busy myself with fundraising events and campaigns........and I dont even like kids...what is wrong with me..gah!....or maybe this is just the frustration from having a swollen eye talking....it hurts when I blink, and I just spent 4 pounds on 10 ml of Golden Eye Drops........I fucking hate the GBP...

Anyway, now tht I have time to be bored...I'm fast running out of things to do...I have watched all my series thingies, watched all my movies, been on Ronald McDonald's Colouring Book website twice, coloured Big Bird 3 times and vacumned my room 3 times.......

And despite what I might have said about the sheer beauty of snow, someone needs to make it stop...a week of alternating snow,sleet,hail and rain makes Jade cranky as fuck....and an outer temperature of 0 degrees with a broken radiator does absolutely nothing to help matters

I did, however, discover the therapeutic effects of mixing stuff--- I had this strawberry cheesecake thing that I got from Asda, only the cheese bit tasted so much of eggs it made me sick, so I ate the biscuit base and started playing around with the rest of the cake. The whole idea is to just keep stirring until everything comes together, strawberry chunks and all, and resembles strawberry yoghurt in colour and consistency......
Sounds gross, but it is really calming and it does give rise to great ideas...i think it;s all about chanelling positive energy and turning it into inspiration......
I'm so full of shit...haha.......I need to go to sleep to unswell my eye....

For the love of medicine

2006-02-16T00:42:00.000+08:00

When I came to university, I knew I was signing away most of my freedom for pretty much the rest of my life..if I graduated of course......Then I looked at my yearly schedules for the next 5 years and realized I had unwittingly given up any semblance of a holiday--Christmas, Easter and Summer no longer exist in my vocabulary....

And this morning when I went in for yet another lecture on atheroma and thrombosis, complete with a slideshow movie of ridiculously clogged up arteries and fatty heart after fatty heart, I made a vow never to touch a full fry up from the dining hall...or anywhere else for that matter..ever again...no matter how lovely the fried bread smells or how tempting the sausages look; at 7.30 in the morning, I dont think I can get past the uncanny resemblance they bear to a fucked up blood vessel.....

I hate u medical school...for taking away everything that made me so happy...I really do.. :(

Fight or flight

2006-02-11T00:21:00.000+08:00

I went to the bank last week having received my credit card statement...only it was a January statement which is ridiculous since I haven't used my card since last October...feel proud of me later..it gets better.....so I skimmed through this blasted piece of paper, and find I've been charged a balance brought forward from the previous statement plus interest....that explains the January bill...what I didnt understand was why I never recieved the 'previous statement' that should've been due 3 months ago...following?no?tough...I've had a long week and I NEED to let off steam...where was I...ah yes..so I speak to this patronizing cow of an information officer and I do mean cow in every bloody sense of the word....and she tells me to wait for the credit card company to send me a copy of the statement.....those who know me know for a fact that Jade Lim does not like waiting..especially when she can do little else except curse during that waiting period, which in this case was about a week.

Anyhoo, I got my copy of the statement yesterday together with surprise, surprise, the original statement that was 3 months too late...note: I woke up at 7 having had a full day of lectures plus work the day before, dressed up and read up everything I could about respiratory examinations, only to go to the hospital and find out half the lectures as well as ward rounds had been cancelled.....One can do a lot of seething in the 45-minute bus ride from the hospital to the main campus....

So I march into the bank with a file of previous statements and receipts, a big empty space where the Oct/Nov bill should've been..yes, I file my stuff now...and my new fresh copies from the mail.....I explain as nicely as humanly possible for a PMS-ing chick who just spent the better half of the past hour shooting everyone in her mind my predicament...only to have the lady shrug and say:" It happens I guess..we have no control over the postal system..I've had a credit card for 3 years and it's never happened to me before"...fucking hell!
I've fucking had a credit card for 3 frickin yrs and it's never happened to me before!!!....U work in a frickin bank in a country where even the neighbour's dog has a fucking credit card!...dont go parading the fact that u have a credit card when u're supposed to be helping ME with stupid late statements that I got charged interest for!!! Whatever the fuck happened to 'customer's always right'?!

I take a deep breath,forget the nice demure international student act and repeat my story. This time, she offers a refund of the interest.
Do i take it? Hell yea...but not without launching into a tirade about it being the principle of the matter rather than the money itself,demanding some reassurance that a complaint will be made and soliciting a promise that it would not happen again first.

in case anyone was wondering...the interest charged and refunded was 29 pence.
Should I have let it go?considering I cant do much with 29 pence...perhaps...but like I said, its the principle of the matter.....besides, it's been a stressful week and I was just aching for a fight :P

Woof

2006-02-01T00:53:00.000+08:00

In lieu of the Lunar New Year, I thought it'd be fun to check up on my new year's resolutions--that way, if I've forgotten anything..or decided that certain things are just more possible blogged than done, I can make a whole new set...hehe...dont u just love second chances :P

1. I shall study like there's no tomorrow--constant revision baby!
I'm constant.......enough....at least I have the right idea:P

2. I shall finish assignments at least one week before the deadline--no more last minute bullshit
done 2 pages of the stuff.....considering the title itself is bullshit, I so deserve a medal for even bothering...influenza can kiss me arse

3. I shall stay awake in lectures....even if the lecturer is lulling himself to sleep
Hell Yea!!...stayed awake even during 5 hour symposia..beat that!

4. I shall turn up for Public Health lectures
negative...but then we havent had any lectures on public health :P

5. I shall learn how to ask 'open questions'
been there, done that, and on video too

6. I shall draft a budget that would make Ebenezer Scrooge proud
yep, and sticking to it is easier than i thought....I am a banker's daughter..hehe

7. I shall get a weekend job
Catering assistant...sounds fancy dunnit ;)...I get to make money..woohoo!

8. I shall go to Italy
pending.....see 6...Ebenezer would never approve of frivolities like gelatto..

9. I shall go to a friendly pub once--it's a bet..one I'm willing to lose considering a friend's future is at stake..hehe
my friend has no future...so I shall remain sober for another term

10. I shall find out what a Ramlee Burger is
soon enough..

11. I shall go back to KTJ and say a proper thank you to the Scots, the Singaporean and the lactose-intolerant one
will pay for my own ticket once I earn enough...damn I feel independent

12. I shall remember birthdays and anniversaries better
handphone calender is a godsend

13. I shall be tidier
*drumroll*....I am sooooo tidy nowadays, I vacumn my room 3 times a week, and sweep it with the little broom thing my dad got me every day ...hehe

14. I shall be less cynical....at least in public..what I think is still my business :P
I was born this way...so bite me

15. I shall eat more fish...bleh...it's supposed to be brain food
dining hall dsnt serve fish :P

16. I shall employ an 'open ear policy'...everyone is entitled to freedom of speech; should I disagree with any seemingly unfair comments, I shall bite my tongue and think happy thoughts
I quit...my tongue hurt after the first 2 days..

17. I shall stick to some kind of excercise routine...I WILL lose the ass! woohoo!
100 crunches n 100 leg lifts baby!

18. I shall appreciate what I have and complain less
I barely have time to think...so the complaining is on a decline...if not for the right reasons..

19. I shall make more effort to keep in touch with friends, old and new
affirmative:)

20. And above all, I shall enjoy life
15 pounds on a CNY eve dinner.....I think I'll stop enjoying for a while...happiness is expensive..

17 out 0f 20 seems impressive enough considering it's only February....
Oh, I pen or keyboard(?) this post a working woman...hehe...I started me new job today, think I earned me close to 20 pounds for 3 hours work.....AND I got a cute black t-shirt...AND it felt good to work at a job I found on my own.... :)

maybe this will be a good year after all...*fingers crossed n touching wood*

2 weeks and counting..

2006-01-21T23:37:00.000+08:00

I slept at 5 this morning and I woke up at 10....took my time getting ready...had breakfast in bed and went back to sleep after....there you have it, THE highlight of my life since the respiratory course started 2 weeks ago. and the best part is, now that I am awake, I cant go back to sleep, not when I have words like 'azygos vein, haemothorax and atopy' playing in my head like a bad MAA commercial...( what the fuck is up with a rabbit that smiles and says MAA)

And because I love my course so much, I decided that 9 hours of lectures and hospitals a day is simply not enough....so I eat my dinner during Grey's Anatomy and fall asleep to Scrubs...my laptop propped up by The Gray's Anatomy and Moses and Banks atlas....then I strain to catch terms related to my course...swear I felt a tingle when the doctor said 'tachycardia' and I knew what it was....
bottomline....i need to get me a life outside medicine that doesnt involve drinking, dancing, smoking, getting high, going to church and bed-hopping...........which doesnt leave me with much come to think of it...
I'm not on the verge of anything, dont worry......it's the oestrogen...*deep breath*....

I've definitely been watching too many series though...doesnt help that everything I watch has this narration thing going on, so I now walk to lectures with monologues ringing in my head...kinda like a demented John Dorian...gah..what is wrong with me

Still standing

2006-01-12T03:45:00.000+08:00

Dr. Noble: So if the atmosphewic pressure is 100, and the alveolar ventilation rate is 4000;given
the CO2 production is 200ml, what is the partial pwessure of CO2?
Medic : 5
Dr.Noble : And how did u arrive at that figure, dear sir?
Medic : I guessed it
Dr. Noble : ......Sometimes I go home so depwessed..sighh..

After laughing with the cute round man who is my professor..I couldn't help wondering if there wasn't a hint of genuine dismay in that last statement of his...It can't be easy walking into a lecture theatre of 209 medical students who are barely awake at 9 am and trying to get our attention while drilling impossible figures and bacterial shapes into us...admit it..despite what the brochures say about 'fresh young minds'..most of us have sludge for brains until our 9.40 caffeine fix....or I could speak for myself:S

Can't be easy making a joke in a lecture theatre that you must have rehearsed in front of the mirror and anyone who would listen.. only to have us stare and blink for about 5 seconds until the bloddy kiss-arses in front decide to force amused chuckles--may they choke and die, God Bless their souls..

Must be hard to rush all the way from the General Hospital to Boldrewood for the last lecture on a Friday afternoon only to find 9 students left in a lecture theatre that could seat 500 comfortably....in my defence..it was Public Health and my shoes were killing me

Point is....it must seem to be the most disheartening job at times especially when someone's reading a paper behind your class..and yet on top of rushing to emergencies at different hospitals on different days, these people are willing to set time aside so that maybe someday we may decide to be as great as they now are.......or is making us graduate and leading us to a lifestyle they're only too familiar with the ultimate revenge....haha...damn it's a vicious cycle..

on a completely unrelated topic..I have survived 13 lectures and a 4 hour clinical symposium in 3 days...i feel like popping champagne and shooting myself at the same time

Bleh...

2006-01-09T01:43:00.000+08:00

Uni starts tomorrow.....gah!!...I'm soo not looking forward to this....on the upside I finally get proper meals again....so whoop-dee--that...oh fuck how am I going to get up at 7.15...

A new beginning

2006-01-02T00:18:00.000+08:00

My New Year's resolutions: 20 things to do in 2006

1. I shall study like there's no tomorrow--constant revision baby!

2. I shall finish assignments at least one week before the deadline--no more last minute bullshit

3. I shall stay awake in lectures....even if the lecturer is lulling himself to sleep

4. I shall turn up for Public Health lectures

5. I shall learn how to ask 'open questions'

6. I shall draft a budget that would make Ebenezer Scrooge proud

7. I shall get a weekend job

8. I shall go to Italy

9. I shall go to a friendly pub once--it's a bet..one I'm willing to lose considering a friend's future is at stake..hehe

10. I shall find out what a Ramlee Burger is

11. I shall go back to KTJ and say a proper thank you to the Scots, the Singaporean and the lactose-intolerant one

12. I shall remember birthdays and anniversaries better

13. I shall be tidier

14. I shall be less cynical....at least in public..what I think is still my business :P

15. I shall eat more fish...bleh...it's supposed to be brain food

16. I shall employ an 'open ear policy'...everyone is entitled to freedom of speech; should I disagree with any seemingly unfair comments, I shall bite my tongue and think happy thoughts

17. I shall stick to some kind of excercise routine...I WILL lose the ass! woohoo!

18. I shall appreciate what I have and complain less

19. I shall make more effort to keep in touch with friends, old and new

20. And above all, I shall enjoy life

A toast to 2005

2006-01-01T04:35:00.000+08:00

I'm not one for sentimental expressions of any kind...at least not in public..but reading Prasad's blog (that and being the only person left in Connaught) got me thinking about the past 12 months...

Funny thing is, try as I might, there are no individual events that strike a chord because everything, however improbable and seemingly irrelevant, was inextricably linked.......never knew this amount of drama to exist anywhere outside badly directed Singaporean soap operas that my mother and sister are unfortunately addicted to :p

Given the amount of shit that has happened, however, I have yet to regret anything...because the time spent with the people who stuck with me is something I would not trade for the world..(throw in a Chanel bag, I might reconsider;) ) So to gay best friends and fellow emcees*; boarding houses; Monday Night Meetings; my Irinah girls, especially the 5 of you; late night pasta and maggie parties; lava lamps and chillout music; Mamak in Mantin; roundings ending with conferences at the surau; The Zone; attention seeking watches; box cars; a certain Singaporean proctor and so much more......here's to making 2005 the best time I've ever had :)
*there's only one such person, and he's not gay..hehe

It's almost dreamlike though..the whole idea of working your whole life for that one phone call....after which the flurry of activity while preparing for a new life so to speak kind of drowns out any doubts or questions one might have...until one day, you sit down and realize you've finished your first term of medical school....and there is just no turning back...do I like this life I've chosen?..I suppose..do I ever wish I'd made a different choice? all the time...but again, it all boils down to human nature doesnt it,..we all want what we can't have....
c'est la vie..nothing wrong with dreaming of what could've been..

I was supposed to go for a party an hour ago but I decided not to at the last minute...antisocial? perhaps...perhaps as a salute to the past 19 years,I simply want to cherish these last 3 hours and savour memories of days gone by...or perhaps after a boarding house of 70 girls, a home where everyone has the key to everything and a house of 15 odd girls who are rarely sober, I just need some alone time to do some quiet reflection and to give 2005 the send off it deserves.

I'm dreaming of a white christmas

2005-12-30T06:06:00.000+08:00

It snowed!!! For real!! as in more than 30 seconds and a LOT more than tiny flecks of ice that u can barely see....omigodomigodomigod!teehee....I sound like a kid at a carnival...

There I was, getting ready for a little nap before dinner...happened to glance at the little weatherbox on my desktop and I saw cartoon snowflakes...opened my curtains and I saw these pretty little silvery cotton-candy pieces drifting outside my window..grabbed my camera and keys and ran outside..didnt bother with a jacket or gloves..didnt want to risk missing it lest it turned out to be another 30 second episode..

From the cold gentle tickle everytime a tiny speck touched my face to watching the snow flakes melt almost instantly against the black of my shirt: the feeling of awe, wonder and a strange exhilaration.....I haven't felt this happy in a long long time....And if I listened really really carefully, I could hear the snow fall.....a delicate pitter patter as each flake hit the ground.......It was surreal ...i didnt even feel the cold......just stood there for the longest time, trying to catch snowflakes with my tongue, taking long deep breaths.....even the air smelt so much fresher...a little like what u would expect after a heavy rain, but better :)

Must have stood outside for an hour.....had anyone been around, it would've been quite an amusing sight for them: this lone figure skipping around the middle of the courtyard in nothing but a thin shirt and slippers...hehe...I say middle of the courtyard because that was where it looked the prettiest..to me at least..a tall orange lamp surrounded by a ring of short shrubs, the tops dusted a glittery white, so that when I stand at just the right angle, the right amount of light hits the snow as it's floating down, and by God...it is a picture of serenity, of tranquility and of everything I've ever wanted Christmas to be........and the best thing was, I skipped, I danced..or at least tried to...I sang, and absolutely no one was around to care......damn I felt free, and damn it felt good..

took some pictures, but none of them did the scene any justice...flash or no flash ...could be my photography skills need honing..but who gives:P.....waited for the snow to coat the ground enough...started scraping the fluffy bits of ice together and packing them into balls....found some twigs and stuck them on....*grins like a little girl*...I made my first snowbaby!!.....there wasn't enough snow to make a 'fully-grown' snowman, but my snowbaby was good enough..even gave it a little hat---well, a little twig with some leaves.....I call it snowbaby fashion, dahling;)

And then I felt a little pathetic building a snowman alone so I went in..albeit reluctantly :P....Now that I'm actually indoors...I desperately need a hot bath...freezing my ass off...so much for being cultured..hehe

Snow in Southampton

2005-12-29T05:47:00.000+08:00

Just finished watching Casablanca--my first proper black and white movie complete with bad hairdoes, dark lipstick and Humphrey Boghart.....he's no Harrison Ford, but I have to say,he is not bad looking at all ;) and before you ask, yes, I have better things to do than watching gray people talk in funny voices........it was an honest mistake: I thought I was downloading Cassanova....apparently not..
but now I can pretend to be a hoity-toity lover of classics and declare myself cultured :P

Spoke to a senior yesterday about Malaysian food....god I miss chee chiong fun and mamak food, which incidentally you cant get where I come from...paid RM8.50 for teh tarik at Tanahmas once...could've done a better job myself with a Boh 3-in-1..bleh..
And then he started talking about the Ramli burger, or as Prasad would later correct-RamLee burger...something I have never heard of or seen for the life of me....So this little piggy came back, googled it, and now really really wants one of them giant balls of grease......*pout*..
yes, I googled it...which means on top of being cultured, I am now a modern, Internet savvy food connoiseur.....:P

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go..powder my nose....( this is the la-dee-da way of saying "askews me, uh..toilet!" see..hehe)

I'm so tired...

2005-12-24T05:21:00.000+08:00

I've been told I have trust issues...who can blame me, considering I've been to god knows how many schools..fact is, moving around so much and being exposed to so many different types of characters before you even reach the age of puberty makes you grow up way way before your peers do, mentally and emotionally..not physically (snigger and I'll kick u where the sun don't shine)...so much so I've been called a cynical bitch :P
I say if not believing in fairy-tale endings and happily-ever-afters qualifies me as one, so be it...

The irony however,lies in the fact that the very people whom I'm supposed to trust--albeit by default, it's like an unwritten rule...are the very ones who taught me not to trust...because you see, no matter what the circumstances, it is human nature that will ultimately triumph...in which case kinship and loyalty can go fuck themselves

So no, I don't have trust issues...I have people issues...to the extent where I'm not quite sure who to believe anymore :it's too bad for me that I happen to live with people...and it's just my luck that the next 60 years of my life will be spent trying to get sick people to trust me.....

Santa baby ;)

2005-12-23T05:03:00.001+08:00

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

Last month I broke someone's X-Box (-12 points). In September I helped hide a body (-173 points). Last Monday I gave a life-saving blood transfusion (50 points). In October I helped an old lady across the street (6 points). In January I caught a purse-snatcher who stole Aunty Elsie's purse (30 points).

Overall, I've been naughty (-99 points). For Christmas I deserve a spanking!

Sincerely,
jady

Got this from some site..u enter your username and it automatically constructs a letter to ol' St Nick for u......trust me to get a kinky operator.... ;)

The Joy of Christmas

2005-12-21T04:50:00.000+08:00

It's the 4th day of winter holidays and I have---bought groceries, experimented in the kitchen, discovered I have a talent for it, written a cook book that will be published on Christmas day(take that Jamie Oliver), and signed a contract with the Ritz Carlton as head chef.....oh to dream....sigh...

I did buy groceries for the first time in my life....at least I'd like to think I did..There I was, shopping list in hand, millions of self-concocted recipes running through my head, I swear a beam of light shone on me....could've been the headlights on the double-decker Unilink though...hmm..

Anyway, I walked into Asda and by God, never felt more lost in my entire life...except for the time I couldnt find the 6th form centre...or Boldrewood..or the lecture theatre...*blush*..
Point--how the *f..'flower' can there be 6 different types of Basmati rice? and 5 bloddy types of oyster sauce??( added mushroom essence and black pepper anyone?).....

*'tis Christmas, the season of love, and I'm trying not to swear *grins but secretly wants to kick santa*

So answer me this--how does one cook if one can barely decide what kind of pepper to buy:crushed,peppercorns,finely crushed?black, white or special blend?......
answer: I didn't. Bought yoghurt and peanut butter and ketchup...tell me how irrelevant they are and I'll bite you

I have to admit it's nice to finally eat, sleep and wake up whenever I want though...and to prove how much freedom I have, I shall now go back to learning how to curl my hair and eating muesli bars with peanut butter.....it's either that or eating them with ketchup..dum dee da...

note the colours of this post...don't u just love Christmas...hehe

So there was this one time..

2005-12-18T03:03:00.000+08:00

ahh..fuck this..dont feel like writing....will watch some more Scrubs..convince myself saving lives is what i want to do*snorts*...and then i'll see what strikes my fancy

Disarray..

2005-12-07T05:37:00.000+08:00

Got sick of histology so I thought I'd blog a bit...problem is I have absolutely nothing to talk about...nothing interesting anyway....that's how mentally drained I am...

It's amazing the amount of plagiarism going on around us though...you would think essays and reports, or music are the norm but blogs??...please..the whole point of bloody having one is to write about what YOU think or what's going on in YOUR life...not that I'm the least bit interested...but it would be nice to read something that doesnt have the shadow of my posts lurking in the background...jesus...And one of the things I swore absolutely not to do when I started this thing was rant...now look what i've stooped to...Prasad, I finally get it...*nods sadly*..

missed a tutorial but for once it's not because I overslept...had to go to Royal South Hants to get a Heaf test done....so i now have a flower-shaped ring of pin-pricks on my forearm..how cool is that!!..hehe...always wanted a tattoo..but I guess this will have to do for now :P..

roight then..back to work..yippee..fuck pharmacology :(

Chilled Wine

2005-11-28T08:03:00.000+08:00

omigod..it's been so loooong...and damn it was good. would kill for a strawberry daquiri...

I miss my hairdresser..

2005-11-22T06:35:00.000+08:00

I always wondered how hairdressers manage to charge absolutely ridiculous prices for a trim and get away with it. Paid about 35 for mine back at home and that was considered cheap...had an RM70 one in KL once.......

I found out why today.... *takes a Sibu moment: who ask you hand itchyla...serves you right*.. :(
was sitting in lectures, and my fringe is at that akward length where i can barely tuck it behind my ears, can't exactly pin it up without risking looking like a retard--a chinese one at that ( so sick of stoopid ang moh's coming up to me going 'ni hao, ni hao!'...hao wat..hao your head..), and if i dont tuck it or pin it up, it falls over my eye...so I spend an entire lecture flipping my fringe and end up with a bloddy crick in my neck..

So then I get back to my room, stand in front of the mirror, and I'm thinking: If Alex can do it, so can I--(Alex is my hairdresser...dude works magic, no shit)..........in retrospect, dunno what the fuck I was thinking..
anyway, got my dustbin, set it on a table in front of my mirror, and reached for my Mickey Mouse scissors...didn't even bother with a comb...thought I was THAT good....gah! why I so liddat...
Must say I looked pretty professional though, snipping away Alex-style....k maybe Alex-wannabe-style...
Pause...looks in the mirror..faints and goes into a coma where people dont really care what your fringe looks like... :(
While it used to be flip-ish and rather stylish,....it's now still flip-ish...but in a hair-in-my-eye-not-really-even way....And it will be 20 quid to rescue it....*chokes *...maybe I can tell people A-symmetry is the In thing for Autumn...*chokes again*...

Alex, I'll never complain about waiting for 1 hour before you finally arrive and waiting another hour while you make tea and talk on the phone ever again...sob...

Oh, on a brighter note....I bounce back so fast I scare myself..hehe..I bought Memoirs of Geisha for 2 pounds!!!...can't wait to get started on it...yet to finish Captain Corelli's Mandolin though..oh the joy of reading :)

French Kiss

2005-11-20T08:57:00.000+08:00

I'm DONE!! DONE!!.woohoo!!..2 months of browsing government websites and googling the menstrual cycle *shudders*...it all comes to an end today...*laughs like a maniac*...cannot wait to hand it in..but it's weird how a person tends to develop an attachment to anyone or anything given enough time..we are,after all, creatures of habit....just wondering what I'm going to do after this....it's like this everytime I finish something..after the initial high, I feel like tearing it up and starting all over again...just for the heck of it..no, I'm not on medication...though Lemsip is the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted..Blergh!..no wonder all the germs die..I feel like killing myself..Blergh..

DIY Highlighting kits are so cool!!..hehe...and they're cheaper over here too...its so ironic the one thing I can afford will probably make me stoopid...cest' la vie...I take comfort in knowing if I fail, I fail with pretty hair..*grins*..hehe..Back to the kit, it's like a Chemistry experiment!!..So u get this bottle with a nozzle that has the Fearless Developing Cream,...love the name :P,.. then you empty the Fearless Highlighting Powder sachet into the bottle....and you get this bright red stuff, to which you add the Fearless Highlighting Gel...you're supposed to shake it so it mixes thoroughly, nothing less than 5 minutes for me, baby!..Mr Lai has taught me well..hahaha..oh, and they give you this really cool comb that looks like a razor, and has 2 thingies at each end of the razory bit...*sounds incredibly blonde at this point*...and u're supposed to fill up the thingies with the mixture and comb through so u get evenly spaced highlights. Can't see the streaks very well though..looks like I redyed my hair..think I got carried away with the comb..hehe...for 3 pounds, I am entitled to be as "sua gu" as I want k

Btw, those of you who read this post because of the title say ''aye''....tsktsk..hehe...see, this is how all hollywood companies operate--stick a picture of Brad Pitt in his undies on a poster, and everyone flocks to the cinemas...I would never do that...unless it's a picture of Harrison Ford,..or Richard Gere...gah! shut up jade before someone locks u up.....what's the opposite of paedophillia...pae-dont-phillia?...can't believe I said that...I'm going to curl up and hide now....

Why you so talk cock wan..

2005-11-18T03:26:00.001+08:00

Two Hokkien pengs, Ah Beng and Ah Seng, got promoted from privates to corporals.Not long after, they're out for a walk and
Ah Beng says, "Eh, Seng ah, there's the NCO Club. Let's go inside and tiao bu."
"But we all is plivate only, mah," protests Ah Seng.
"No, we all is copler now," says Ah Beng, pulling him inside.
Once inside the pub, Ah Beng says, "Okay, let's order some beer and pray!"
"But we all is plivate!" says Ah Seng.
"Piang eh, you cannot see, meh?" says Ah Beng, pointing to his stripes.
"We all is copler now!"
After leaving the NCO club, Ah Beng and Ah Seng go to Geylang.There, Ah Beng whistles at a hooker, but
the hooker says, "Sorry, hor. Tonight cannot because I got gonorrhea."
Ah Beng pulls Ah Seng to the side and says, "Eh, you go and check the dictionary and see what 'gonorrhea' means. It it's okay, give me the okay sign."
Ah Seng goes to look it up, comes back, and gives Ah Beng a big thumbs-up.Three weeks later, Ah Beng is in the hospital with a severe case of gonorrhea.
"Gan ni na," he scolds Ah Seng. "Why you tell me it's okay?"
"Not my fault!" says Ah Seng. "In the dictionary, it says gonorrhea affects the privates."
Then he points to his stripes: "But we is copler now, mah!"

Glossary:
peng--soldier
tiao bu--dance
piang eh--exclamation..not unlike the british 'Blimey!'
gan ni na--your mother

courtesy of talkingcock.com

this website is priceless...was getting ready to chew on coffee beans ( ..been on a caffeine high for 2 days...)..then I found this...hehehe...now i dont have to force mysef to swallow yucky dining hall coffee anymore...*whistles a merry tune*..no, the caffeine hasnt worn off..*grins like a retard*..

Please buy a new radio...

2005-11-16T01:54:00.000+08:00

5 more pages of texts and 3 more pages of diagrams to go..woohoo!!..bleh....soo tired i can't even be sarcastic anymore....Am scared I'll end up like my lecturers who make lame jokes..then laugh at it themselves while everyone else stares and blinks....

Just had lamb rogan josh or sth with rice..but without the lamb..and apple crumble that had pears,pineapple and cherries...but no apple...I miss KTJ food..worms in the salad, lumpy soup and the pizza that Fahim used as a frisbee included...at least u see the meat when they say it's there..

My feet hurt because of stupid 2 pound shoes and I think all this working on the endocrine control of the menstrual cycle is taking a toll on my hormones...and I know I shouldnt complain so much 'cause that's what Prasad does :P but i can't help it...

My neighbour's radio is fucked so am currently listening to Britney going..:"hhhhitmehitmehitmehitme..."

Hit me...:(

Food for Dummies

2005-11-10T07:19:00.000+08:00

10 signs that food does NOT like you:

Your newly bought orange juice turns fizzy the day after you buy it....yes, fizzy..
Your bread turns green the day after you buy it...bluish green..
Your butter falls off the window ledge the day after you buy it...in my defense, it wasn't close to the edge at all..
Your apples go squishy the day after you buy them.
Your housemate's tea tastes better than yours....and its the same bloody brand
You grapes grow white fuzzy beards the day after you buy them...no, it's not cute
Your biscuits, which are not due to expire for another year, taste expired the day after you buy them.
Your cheese smells funny the day after you buy it...so i forgot to take it in when the weather turned warm...I have work!
Your ham turns sour the day after you buy it.
Your cheese and onion pasty tastes funky the day after you buy it.

No, these did not all happen at the same time....I'm not that suey la kay...*takes a moment*...no I'm not..

So as of this week, I will no longer buy groceries...I will save the money and buy really useful medical books or put it in a special account so that I can use it for other useful and if-i-dont-have-it-i-will-die-or-fail-med-school-which-is-actually-like-dying stuff...

*note: my mum reads this blog :P

OOH! Dr Kendall came into LT1 the other day and said"Congratulations..you've made it to week 5 of medical school."......yay!!!*pats self on back...cannot reach...nvm..* I am 2.6% through med school! woohoo!!!..hehehe...I'm so full of it..

Mmmm..Margarita..not the drink, the pizza :P

2005-11-08T02:52:00.000+08:00

Went for lectures this morning..for the first time in a week or so...didnt realise how much i missed being in a claustophobically tiny lecture hall with 210 people at 9 am...(well actually the 209 of us dont count coz we're not really there anyway..*speak for yourself,Jade..tsktsk*)...so yes, 1 lecturer and 209 monkeys disguised as medical students. Really good to see everyone and talk about completely random things like 2-pound shoes...no, i cant stop bragging.. :"P

Was based in Portsmouth for IPL last week--interprofessional learning....the concept is actually quite meaningful..but anything beyond the concept is complete bollocks...they sit u in a room with a bunch of nurses, radiographers n social workers n ask u to talk about the importance of team building,..they then send u on a discovery trail to find out how many churches there are in bloody Buckland...wanted to shoot myself at the end of it...had lovely people in my group though..n here's the best bit, after 2 days of pointless discussions, they send u back to Southampton for ''individual reflection"...note to organizing comittee-- u want a reflection, get a mirror...but then its 2 days off so i'm not complaining...

My IPL group:)

Have to go back to teenage pregnancy now.....its my 12-page foundation course assignment and its amazing wat they come up with-----
1.endocrine control on the menstrual cycle..fair enough
2. what do u think causes teenage pregnancy?.....not exactly rocket science is it...
3.evaluate ways tht hv been used to reduce it.....celibacy is a start
4.the social effects of being a teenage mother......when the son gets to college she automatically becomes a milf.......
wonder what Dr.Hillier would say if I actually submit this...they did say to take an individualistic approach...hmm...but if anyone has anything to say abt this...please please feel free to share...its 3% of my final grade...

Parts of this post might sound familiar to some..yes, I have stooped to copy-pasting abstracts from a group e-mail...*hangs head in shame*....please forgive me:(..

Hot pizza is goooood after a hard nights work..mmm..

For the LOVE of Shopping

2005-11-05T03:12:00.000+08:00

IPL is OVER!!! woohoo!....the facilitator let us off early so that their little foreign friend,yours truly, could go get her shoes from Gunwharf Quay....I love you Ms Armstrong!...think she kind of got sick of me fidgeting in my seat...*blush*..
walked all the way to Gunwharf, which is basically an entire mall made up of factory outlet stores...*skips around*..hehehe...didnt stay too long though..wanted to go to town really bad---closing down sale in ShoeFayre...need I say more?

Spoils of war..*victory dance*...~and hopes to God dad never ever comes across this post..or this blog for that matter... :

15 pounds~~after discount:5 quid (Real Suede...*shivers*..)
from Bags Etc....dont you just love the name :P

look at the detail on this thing

20 pounds~~after discount:2 quid (adore the kitten heels!..*squeals*)

20 pounds~~after discount: 2 quid...*faints for effect*..

20 quid ~~after discount : 2 quid! (aren't they gorgeous)

all from ShoeFayre....I'm sorry you're closing down...but you have made me really really happy.. :)

I'm going to go sing in the shower now....tralala...

Sound of Music...not..

2005-11-04T04:23:00.000+08:00

Its 2 a.m, I have just reached the stage where my mind stops working... I'll rephrase that..stops thinking about useless things like what Jade'll be wearing to lectures the next day..yes, i miss wearing a uniform..no shit..
The chick(maybe not chick..more KTJ Ayam Gergasi) living opposite me slams her door open..you can do that if you're about the size of a young killer whale, and turns on her music, which sounds oddly like something you would get in a low budget Chinese feng-tau club...swear I could feel my bed move as she was dancing to the beat...
I took it for abt 15 minutes....then marched over, turtle clutched tightly and shot her..reckon she can bloody feed a third world country...
But then i figured she wouldnt taste too great so I asked her if she could please turn down the volume or close the door instead..she stared at me for about 3 seconds and graciously obliged...
Thanks to the little feng-tau session by proxy...speaking of which, prasad and praveen, u guys owe me a dance...my mind went into hyperdrive.....it's now matching earrings to the outfit Jade's wearing for her presentation in Pompi tomoro...lalala...

Instant pain

2005-11-02T22:19:00.000+08:00

28p for instant noodles.....not the fancy imported Korean type...the made-in-Thailand-size-of- Mamee-Monster type....

i wanna go home.. *sniffles*

Its JADE

2005-11-02T22:03:00.000+08:00

I need an identity necklace..the carrie bradshaw type only in this case it would say JADE in big,bold letters....or so help me god i will shoot the next brit who calls me Yu Lim...Picture this..walking happily into the School of Medicine office..(that phrase was an oxymoron actually..bleh)...waiting to collect yet another information pack..and
a lady points and goes: .."Yu"...
moi: *droll expression on face..looks around the otherwise empty room*..me?
lady at counter : yes, you..you're Yu?
moi: no, im genghis bloody khan..of course i'm me..*stares, blinks*..yes, Yu Chyn..Lim Yu Chyn..Lim's my surname..

Open my info pack..and whaddya know, a name tag that says...*drumroll*..Yu Lim!

push me off a cliff..please

2004-12-15T22:11:00.000+08:00

don't wanna go back to school....sigh...

Old? I think not.

2004-12-14T15:45:00.000+08:00

As much as i dislike cliche, i have to agree with a certain one that says ''you are as old as you feel''. I am not one for observing people but being stuck at a dinner party with old people yelling their heads off under the guise of singing does strange things to you...
We have on one hand a 70 year old lady who does the cha-cha on a daily basis, jogs religiously and in essence feels like she's 30. She may not actually look 30 ( thank god say all the plastic surgeons around the world) but her healthy outlook on life does take off a good 20 years. On the other hand we have a woman of sorts who dresses in what is deemed the latest fashion...in Taiwan perhaps...topped Capitally, pun intended, with a bouffant hairdo circa 1920 and finishes the look with a huge grin plastered on that screams either Botox or botched up anaesthesia......incidentally,she is about as old as Malaysia...if not older...a lot older...
My point is, as much as we would like to blur the line there is a difference between feeling 30 and feeling like i can pull the wool over everybody's eyes and make them think I'm 30....
Easier said than done I suppose.....after all, it does take a huge amount of discipline to stick to a strict exercise regime...but then if you have a winsome character...a bit of ''cuddibility" couldn't hurt...
It all boils down to this.....smile and the world smiles with you. There really is no point in sitting around wasting one's life away when what you could do is smile from the heart...you live longer and even if you don't, people would wish you had........
Lol...i'll probably hate myself when i read this 50 years from now..c'est la vie....