stolen colours

I need anger management classes. Or classes titled “How not to get irrationally pissed over very small things”.

Just when one thinks one has a topic down pat, someone comes along and enlightens one as to how shaky one’s excuse for a foundation is.

So there we were at the first colorectal tutorial of the posting. The tutor was rather horrified that we didn’t know/remember much about FAP and HNPCC.

Him: So what are the extra-colonic manifestations of FAP?
Student #1: no idea, pass.
Student #2: err…not to sure.
Student #3: there are extra-colonic manifestations?

Him: *sighs deeply* have you ever heard of chirpy?
Us: huh? *picturing images of birds and other little animals*
Him: C.H.R.P.E
Some students: okay sounds a BIT familiar…gotta do with the eyes, right?
Him: Congenital hypertrophy of retinal pigment epithelium. RINGS A BELL, YES?
Us: er…*defies Law of Conservation of Mass by curling up into insignificant little balls of tissue*

(repeat above incident several times for different topics.)

Him: Usually students have a problem of reading too many details. But this group NEEDS TO READ MORE.

Ah well. I will never forget CHRPE for the rest of my life.

Tanya Chua – 当你离开的时候

Today, I finally listened to some music in a language that I can understand – Tanya Chua’s Hello & Goodbye album. The songs are all so poignant and heartfelt; her voice just breaks down all defences and unlocks buried memories. And I thought I was past it already.

Songs on the radioblog to come.

Am panicking over whether I can REALLY recover the data in my laptop, namely my notes!!! I put the hard disk into an external casing, connected it to the desktop, and was horrified when the desktop informed me “Drive F is not formatted. Format now?”

So I just fell asleep with elbows bent and hands under my head, and woke up with tingling numbness down my forearms to my ring and middle digits. And so I could’t resist testing sensation on either side of my ring finger. It’s quite amazing. Next time one needs to practice on an ulnar nerve short case, just get a family member to fall asleep in afore-mentionated position. Yah cheap thrill.

Anyway my desktop with “a transplanted brain and heart”, and Father terms his work on it, is now busily downloading files. It doesn’t truncate transfers like my laptop used to XD Not even from slow FTP sites XD. I also managed to procure a new mini-laptop with softer keys and a larger BACKSPACE key that is the size of 3 number-button keys. YATTA. On to typing notes. Tata, y’all.

After each session of SHS lectures, I wonder “WHY WEREN’T THESE PEOPLE AROUND TO GIVE US THESE LECTURES DURING OUR POSTINGS BACK IN YEAR 3-4!” Especially for the O&G ones. I’m a goner for Paediatrics so nothing can help me at this point except a brain cell donation from a Dean’s lister, hurhurhur. I wonder if it would be suicide to choose Paediatrics as my first HO posting.

(stolen from kat)

01. What types of portable audio devices do you use?
The ipod video. Think it’s the 5th generation.
And my car radio, if you count that.

02. What format of music do you listen to most often?
Mp3! Or rbs, if I’m just listening to my radioblog.

03.How do you get your electronic music files? (pay service [i.e Napster,iTunes, eMusic, etc.], file sharing, artist/label web sites, etc.)
Mostly from online music forums.

04. What type of headphones do you use?
Those that came with my ipod.

05. What is currently on your portable music player that you are using? (Post artist, album title, please.)
Plastic Tree – Chandelier – Sanbika. The song that was playing when I powered down my car upon getting home.

Here’s the PV for X-Japan’s Saw IV. Maybe…it’s not a bad thing that they’re reuniting. There are rumours that they’ll make it to Singapore this summer as part of their Asian tour *crosses fingers*

Baseline energy level has not been good at all. Only 41 days to go! Crap.

Okay, so I’ve shifted my desktop PC over to my room to replace the laptop on my desk. Thing is, I wonder why my eyes are hurting so badly just after 10minutes of looking at the screen. I’ve already decreased the brightness as much as I can. But…ouch! How am I going to type out notes and read CPGs online?

We had the employment briefing today. Somehow I’m getting quite weary of the whole thing; and since I’m assured that I’ll get my choice of departments, if not the hospital or the order of postings. I’ve always been an average, or slightly-below-average, student in my five years here; and I doubt my perfomance in The Exam will really differ. Thus the chances of me getting the exact postings that I want are slim. I’m starting to think that it doesn’t really matter that much anyway. Am just going to go with gut instinct here.

This photographer does amazing, painstaking work creating landscapes with food! I was really astounded by all the shots. And here’s his official site.

Today things just kept going wrong and I got home late without anything to show for it and it all stemmed from a stupid little mistake I made in the morning and I’m frustrated to tears.

It’s not a tortoise or a turtle. Turtlewoman has kindly informed me that it’s a terrapin (which wikipedia defines as a turtle that lives in freshwater.) Anyway, Father calls it ‘he’, whereas Mother calls it ’she’. I personally think it’s a ‘he’, but I’m not calling it Enzio because I don’t want to get too attached to it. There is still the possibilty that I’ll be able to pry it out of my parents’ hands to get it to MacRitchie Reservoir.

My parents can spend up to half an hour staring at the terrapin. So today Mother cordoned off an area in the backyard for it to run around in, but it just kept trying to climb up the cardboard and then falling flat on its belly. *heart aches* It now recognises Mother’s voice and isn’t afraid of her; and Mother actually puts a night-light next to its ‘tank’ and tells me not to make too much noise near it at night. Lol. I think she’s only too happy to have something somewhat like a child to take care of, but better! It doesn’t make any noise!

Shall…try to see if I can persuade my parents to release it into MacRitchie soon. Meanwhile, I have resolved never to eat turtle soup again.