stolen colours

We are fortunate. Today I examined a boy my age with Duchenne muscular dystrophy. He has a beautiful smile, but couldn’t lift his arm to shake my hand. He’s a professional MBBS recruit, his case notes said; but not anymore now since the condition has progressed.

The more I see, the more I’m convinced every baby born healthy, without congenital or genetic defects, is a miracle.

Ouch. My feet hurt. My heels hurt. My arches hurt. My vocabulary has decreased. Thus I am trying very hard to drag myself out for a jog, but it’s painful. I need to learn the art of foot massage.

The days ahead are meaningfully packed. I like KKH. Even the registrars tell us what cases to go after; and they release us from ward rounds: “You won’t learn much. Go listen to xxxx’s chest instead and look at the X-ray.” I think the parents also like KKH. So far I’ve only come across nice friendly parents (and big cousin, in one case).

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Today was the first -real- day of Paediatrics posting, and it went well.

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Today was a bad start to the Paediatrics posting. The previous system had students going to NUS for a full day of tutorials on Mondays, and the respective hospitals for the rest of the week. Some students commented that they “couldn’t absorb” the consecutive tutorials, so what did the administration do? My batch now has to go to NUS for a one hour tutorial from 8-9plus for 3-4 days a week, and then rush back to KKH by 10am. It’s ridiculous.

I might have taken this photo at a tropical getaway, but no. This is NUS, look carefully at the upper right hand corner and you’ll see part of a roof gutter.

Great way to start the first day of a posting, indeed.

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The last day of the holidays was spent at QY’s place for a class gathering. Not that I was ever in her class throughout our acquaintance, but she’s the host and she gets to invite who she wants, ahaha. I had a fun time there, met up with Teresa, and got to see the inner workings of a typical RJC class.

Some photos from the night:

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I stumbled onto Victoria Frances, a fantasy and gothic illustrator from Spain, while searching for Bleach icons. Here’s a gallery of some of her works, of which I really like this one because of the mask. And here’s her official site.

[That's the greatest number of links I've given in one breath before.]

I am devastated. I have realised that my self-healing mat actually sustains permanent cuts. NOOOOOOOOOOOO.

To AA: You watch Bleach too!! Well, I like the Shinigami Cup skits too. I’m liking Byakuya more and more. Wikipedia actually has very good writeups on the Bleach characters. I liked this description of Zaraki Kenpachi: “the father of oddball children”.

I wish I were going for Summer Sonic in August.

I wish I were going for the Handbell Symposium in August. They have conducting workshops. Solo ringing workshops. Arranging handbell scores workshops.

I wish I had the courage to go.

I’ve finally finished watching the Soul Society arc of Bleach. Whew. I’m glad there was a conspiracy at the end – though why on earth a supervillain would patiently explain everyone like a schoolteacher to kids is beyond me. But the fights got better, with the captains and lieutenants being involved. Bankai! I really like Renji, but I still can’t stop laughing over the fact that his Soul Slayer is a baboon, with a fur coat for Renji himself! Oh, and all the impossible save-the-day appearances from nowhere. Like Ichigo and the flying cloak; and that scene when Byakuya just appeared and saved Rukia from Ichimaru’s blow. Hitsuyaga is amazing, but since Paku Romi always does these boy prodigy roles, I’m inevitably reminded of Edward Elric every time I hear her voice. I like Kenpachi, actually. He’s a straightforward fellow who just loves fighting; but you don’t see him being mean to his subordinates.

Haven’t been blogging at all because I’ve now watching Bleach – finally. It’s a very good shonen aninme; and the fight scenes are full of suspense, if little else. Everyone just flashes here and there and changes position. Or yells/grunts really loudly, with lots of light and wind in the background, then lunges forward into yet another big ball of light. And poof. Next scene, someone’s bleeding or lying on the floor. Have I said that I really like Renji? Currently, Ishida just got his corticospinal tract cut, so I’m taking a break before going back to find out what happens to him. Sure win lah, otherwise no story already.

I bought the Finepix F30 yesterday from MS Color. It’s still charging now, so I haven’t tried taking photos with it at all. Never mind. Bleach first. My room’s so messy the camera would probably bleed if I tried to take any snapshots here. During the past two days, Mother rolled up her sleeves and tossed things out of my cupboards with the will to kill in her eyes. “I LOVE throwing away things!” I’m not kidding, those are her exact words. I sat dumbfounded on my bed. (Nowhere to stand on the floor). For the past few years, I’ve been throwing things into my cupboards and slamming the door shut immediately, not even daring to glance inside. If I could, I’d have set up a one-way force shield in lieu of a door already. Heck, if I could do that, I might as well work on an automatic placing system. And if I could do that, I might as well build my own jet. And if I could do that, I might as well build my dream home: a mobile floating futuristic house – wipes out the need for a car.

Sorry. I lack sleep since I wake up at 5am every day sniffling. NOT because of the World Cup.

Penance’s eating wild boar and pheasant in Rome, I bet. $*&%#!^#$*!$#@$^”$*&%#!^#$*!$#@$^% Okay. Back to Bleach.

I was checking out reviews of the new Fujifilm Finepix F30, and found this Japanese page comparing it with the IXUS 800 and the Panasonic FX01. The reviewer had high praise for it: “You think that it is the digital camera whose bosom is deep.” I’m seriously thinking of getting the F30.