Easter Break!!

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

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

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

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..