stolen colours

Did another bad thing today.

I hate the feeling of wanting to kick myself.

My body clock is gone; has been gone ever since I came back from London. Today there was a briefing at 8am, so I set my alarm last night for 6.40.

Well, I didn’t hear the alarm go off; and when I opened my eyes I wondered why it was so bright, then looked at the clock and realised it was 8.05am. To my credit I rushed and drove quickly, reaching NUS at 8.45am. I was rather amused and indignant when Mother asked me,

Mother: Do you want me to drive you there?
Me: (retorts) What for?
Mother: Scared you don’t drive carefully ‘cos you’re in a hurry.
Me: But I drive faster than you anyway.

Anyway, I got there, then decided not to interrupt the briefing, which resulted in me waiting in the resident’s room till 9.30am for the rest to come out. They took attendance, I realised too late. But those 30 minutes alone in the room I was really upset with myself. I’ve never, ever missed anything before due to the rather pathetic reason for having overslept.

Hell. I’ve never overslept like that before. Bloody body clock. Where are you when I need you.

It didn’t help that the briefing was a rather important one, for the Community Medicine project. Each student must find a patient and follow him/her up for at least 6 months, even making a home visit, and submitting a report in January next year. Everyone’s rather overwhelmed by this; but I don’t think it’ll be so bad. Perhaps since Father does keep in touch with a handful of patients, one family becoming so close that they drive to our home occasionally to pick up medicine or just to pass us gifts.
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I really don’t want clinics to start again for the following petty reasons:

1. Having to chase tutors for tutorials and then feeling bad for taking up their time.

2. Wanting more tutorials but not daring to express my views ‘cos I’m afraid my CG will hate me. Heck it’s also not daring to say what I want in the CG in case they think I’m obnoxious; and not daring to suggest anything that might potentially be for the benefit of the group because that’d mean I’d have to arrange it. And I’m actually quite afraid of interacting with unknown doctors, really. Not to mention the phone bills.

3. Having to mug, especially when I don’t remember things half as well as the rest of CG.

4. Going home late in peak hour.

5. Having to force myself to jog when I’m tired at night or weak and dizzy in the morning.

6. Feeling guilty when the dark side wins and I decide not to jog.

7. Spending money eating food that I don’t like every day. If I spend $4 on lunch (including a drink) that’s $16 a week and $64 a month.

8. Spending time each morning deciding what to wear while trying to remember which combinations I’ve already worn in the past and how frequently.

9. Having to curb my frequent drinking habit so that I won’t have to go to the toilet so often.

10. Being so stressed that I become a horrible person and am horrible to people who really don’t deserve it.

I’ve put up photos to the 2nd half of my UK trip entries. Go take a look. I’m blatantly advertising even though my photos are crap, but I really spent a lot of time editing, uploading and integrating the photos into my blog entries.

13th: cambridge

14th: To Edinburgh

15th: Edinburgh Castle

15th: Old Town

16th: Edinburgh to London

17th: Trafalgar, Oxford Street, British Museum, King’s Cross

18th: Regent’s Park

18th: Baker Street, CAMDEN, Harrods

New photos in:

19th: Greenwich, Camden, Covent Garden

20th: Thames, Hyde Park, Kensington Gardens, Four Seasons

21st: Back to Singapore

Today didn’t go very well, I’m afraid.

The good and bad things that happened today:

Bad event #1:
Only 5 people (including me) turned up for alumni practice. Two informed me this very morning that they would not be coming.

Good event #1:
The 5 people were from my generation of ringers. It was nice to see Zhaoru again, and it’s quite a relief to have someone else feedback and direct practice, especially since she has a very good ear. We played one of my favourite songs as a breather.

Bad event #2:
I decided to take the bus all the way to Plaza Singapura to meet lynn, min and shuui. It was jammed all the way, I took 30 minutes to reach the place. I should have taken the MRT instead.

Good event #2:
Managed to pass them the strawberry glasses I got from London, and folded two cranes while I was there.

Bad event #3:
I bumped into Belinda on the way to the toilet. We stared at each other for a while. (Her hairstyle’s a bit different.)

Me: You’re from HCJC right?
She: No, medfac right?
Me: Ah yes, I’m sure I’ve seen you around.

My memory only redeemed itself 5 minutes later. How horrible of me.

Bad event #4:
A very bad dining experience at Gatsby at Chijimes. They have a one-for-one main course promotion if one pays with a UOB card, so we decided to eat there. I chose “Oriental snapper with pineapple and pepper in plum sauce” – sounds so exotic right? When the food arrived it was just sweet-and-sour fish with a bowl-heap of rice. I got really upset then, at the stupid menu and at myself for being such an idiot. And who on earth eats just sweet-and-sour fish without other dishes? I’d die of the taste before getting halfway through. I finished 10% of the meal.

After the shortest restaurant I’ve ever had in my life we called for the bill. My UOB debit card couldn’t be swiped for some reason, so we didn’t get one main course free. I was almost ready to commit arson just then and kill myself after that in a less painful way.

Good event #4:
Had dessert at Flash in the Pan at Raffles City. I’ve finally sampled all the dessert crepes there.

I watched Batman Begins yesterday with Penance. It’s a very, very good movie! Reviewed later in this post. After that we went for a CG outing at Marche Heeren – rather a sad affair where we all left Marche at 7-plus.
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So all it took was a simple reuploading of the comment.pm files! @*($&^%$#*@$

My comments are now working fine.

I’m really touched by everyone who’s missed me while I was abroad. I feel so loved ^^;;

Like a petulant, useless little girl I will wait for raydance to tell me how to solve the MT comments problem. I just deleted Stejuste’s latest comment by accident because it was in the midst of a whole string of spam comments. *sheepish* Do you mind posting it again? I didn’t even get to read it as it was in a preview pane.

An interesting post on synesthesia here.
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Hi all! I’ve finally gotten back-dated blog entries up for my UK trip. I got lazy towards the end and stopped incorporating photos, but half the funny ones are in other people’s cameras anyway.

13th: cambridge

14th: To Edinburgh

15th: Edinburgh Castle

15th: Old Town

16th: Edinburgh to London

17th: Trafalgar, Oxford Street, British Museum, King’s Cross

18th: Regent’s Park

18th: Baker Street, CAMDEN, Harrods

19th: Greenwich, Camden, Covent Garden

20th: Thames, Hyde Park, Kensington Gardens, Four Seasons

21st: Back to Singapore

Well, just some thoughts that don’t fit in anyway.

I loved Edinburgh. It was beautiful, pleasant and relaxed; but as AA said, it might be boring to go there more than a few times.

I liked London less as a tourist since it’s so grey; and I’m not really a history buff, so I just look at statues and architecture because the guidebook lists them as attractions. Mosquitogal and WY say that they didn’t like London when they first arrived, but now that they’re used to it, they think that it might be a better place than Singapore to live and work in.

I guess the only thing I really can’t stand is the water taps. One hot tap and one cold tap, but no way of mixing hot and cold water to get warm water. Other things like the different taste of tap water and the abominable (by Singaporean standards) amount of walking from place to place – even within ONE Tube station – are pretty easy to get used to. I am NEVER EVER going to complain about having to walk too much again.

It’s a dieter’s paradise here, I must say. So easy to eat fewer than 1000 calories a day. It just takes, perhaps, one girl to start dieting for the rest of the household to catch the bug.

The service staff are considerably friendlier than back home too. When you walk around a shop, every staff member you bump into says “hi”; and when you leave they say “bye”. Once mosquitogal and I were looking at a map in the station and could have figured out our route by ourselves easily, but a station attendant – one of those friendly blacks with dreadlocks – came over, gave us directions, then chatted and asked if we were Japanese. I said, “No we’re Singaporean” and he politely replied “I see” though it was darn obvious Singapore must have sounded like a star in the next solar system to him. And we were in Harrods looking at clothes we so obviously couldn’t afford, yet the sales assistance still asked if we needed help.

I’m still tickled by people thinking we’re Japanese and going “Konnichiwa! Want to buy my food?” or Chinese and attempting to say “Ni Hao”. mosquitogal and I wore our hats out most of the time, and at Camden this guy on the streets suddenly said “I love your hat!” It was rather alarming then.

Different people have different attitudes when it comes to taking photos. AA’s like me, when she takes me on a tour she’ll stop at appropriate locations and say “do you want to take a photo?” mosquitogal will say “Come I take for you”, automatically assuming that I want my face in the photo – which I don’t really, since I know very well what I look like; and I look really ugly anyway when my hair’s tied back and my glasses are on. No, the fewer reminders of my looks the better. Teresa will go “Take for me!” I introduced Radish to the art of taking a photo of oneself by holding the camera out at arms-length. He’s rather addicted to it now.

I’m glad to be back, but it’s horrible that school starts so soon.