stolen colours

Mugging orthopaedics is painful, seriously. It’s one of the more practical disciplines, which means that it’s worst learnt sitting at a table and trying to stuff facts into one’s head. I’ve nothing against orthopaedics because it’s logical, and hey, where else in Medicine do they still teach you about first class levers?

Still, there are too many names to learn, and there will always be those few examiners who’ll ask “So, who’s Apley? You don’t know? Fail!” and then lament about how medical students these days don’t know nuts about history.

I rather agree with them, actually. BUT! One must be focused right now. I’ll contradict the previous sentence with what’s below the cut:

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My dreams have been in a sorry state recently. They usually start off with me studying somewhere (can’t escape, can I), but thankfully morph into something more satisfyingly dreamlike. I recently dreamt of a mutant girl with pink skin, distorted features and a crippling gait, who fell into a river for the first time and was thus transformed into a green-skinned mutant, all lithe and strong in the currents. I woke up and thought, “What a weird dream. Wonder where my brain got the raw material for that. *pause* OMG IT’S THE FROGS FROM KIMIKISS! Just kill me now!”

Such is the stuff that my dreams are made of T_T why don’t I ever see bishonen in my dreams.

Whereas some people dream of mushroom risotto and probably drool in their sleep, too.

Spoilers below! Episode 20 is one of the best in the series, so far. Every week I wait for the subs to be out impatiently, even more so than for Gundam00. I feel a lot for the characters, unlike in Gundam00 where they have too many characters and machines and too little time left for characterisation. Please cut down the LouiseXSaji music videos and give us more Graham.

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Every Monday I think “there’s a new Gundam00 episode out today! … WAIT. ONE WEEK HAS ALREADY PASSED! ARGGGHHH!!!”

Cheap thrill:

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I haven’t been talking about food for a long time.
I haven’t been happy for a long time.
I thus infer that food blogging makes me happy.

So Singaporean cuisine is traveling places! Popiah has been upgraded to ebi-yuba harumaki.

I hope I haven’t misled you, but there will be no food photos in this post because once I start editing photos in Photoshop I won’t get back to doing MCQs.

Excerpt from a conversation between two friends yesterday:

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Friday was the last day of the last posting of my undergraduate career; it was also the last day that my current clinical group stood as a CG, but I was hardly surprised to find that I had no sentimental feelings about it whatsoever.

Monday marks the last activity (a written test) as an undergraduate before the exams start in 2 weeks.

Friday was also 22/2/08, the last day of existence of the Houseman Canteen at EssGeeH. I was pleased to find a feature article on its demolition in The New Paper earlier this week; and happier to learn that the stalls will be relocated within the hospital campus within this year.

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Acid Black Cherry’s album, BLACK LIST, is out!

So there’s a melodramatic 15-minute short story set to Acid Black Cherry’s Fuyu no Maboroshi.
part 1 | part 2

Basically it’s about a twenty-something couple, told from the girl’s point of view. Three years ago he proposed on a snowy evening in a park, but she declined because it wasn’t quite time yet. While he was distracted by a phone call, she scribbled “three years from today” in his diary.

So three years later, she’s there waiting for him in a restaurant, all eager with anticipation. He arrives late, then picks up her new coat, says “so pretty!”, turns it over, and folds it before handing it back to her. He gets a phone call from work – at which point the girl stalks off in a huff. He tries to call her, but she cancels his calls.

She later tries to call back, but there’s no reply. She runs back to the restaurant, but he’s not there. She runs out, and somehow sees him lying very still on the road. At which point she starts crying and hugs him in grief. There’s that page from his diary clenched in his fist; and when she checks her voicemail, there’s a message from him saying that he knows it’s the day; it’s truncated by screeching brakes and a sickening thud.

Later, she returns to the same park bench from three years ago, just hoping that he’ll fulfil the promise they made. He doesn’t, but she finds a diamond ring in her coat pocket.

Okay I was bored. It’s soppy, but just imagine what you’d feel like if you saw your loved one lying on the road dead. (Well I would look for danger, call for help, and assess the ABCs while trying my darnedest to keep the head and neck immobilised.)

I don’t know why I’ve been feeling so agitated and moody all day long.

I’ve spent too much time on the stupid hometaken passport photo. Still looks like shit. I hate taking photos, really. I hate smiling for the camera because it makes me look fatter than I already am. If I don’t smile I look dead. So. Perhaps the best solution is diet and exercise.

Going to Lenneth’s place for louhei with the girls this afternoon couldn’t lift my mood either.

Tummy’s been hurting for the past five hours.

I’m feeling all bloated whale-like. I’m changing my posture so that my clothes drape more loosely.

Didn’t manage to study very much. There’s too much I don’t know and too much I’ve forgotten and I still don’t know where and how to go about doing it. Kinda dead, aren’t I.

I cheated someone today.

I finally managed to choose the hospitals for my postings by asking this question: “If my car broke down and I had to take public transport, which hospital should I choose?” Of course, this was after narrowing down to two choices that I couldn’t really decide between.

I have to channel all this into something constructive somehow.

It’s been a year. I was thinking that I might be feeling sad today, but I’m not. The stress of exams, guilt about not really studying that intensively, and excitement of the allergic reaction rather helped.

the love meme. (taken from min and lynn)

In summary, give 10 people your love for making your day, or something like that. If I have given my love to you, spread it because we are all whores for love. But only 10 more people, because people do have overlapping f-lists.

This’ll be a mixture of LJ and non-LJ friends as 90% of my LJ friends are asterisk, heh.

fishuuiman: I’d crumble without you guys, seriously. Thanks for keeping me sane and giving me something to look forward to when I wake up. Here’s to many more years of friendship!

fivethreerin: thanks for listening and letting me listen to you

rie: because you are my partner in crime and I can openly fangirl in front of you (because you fangirl even harder). Thanks for all the love, and no thanks for the HP slash fics even though I did enjoy reading some of them. See you soon!

raydance: because we go back so long! And X Japan might be coming and we can FINALLY go stalk Yoshiki XD

petridish_city: because we have the early-morning (for me, anyway) conversations where no one else on my msn list is around, heh.

landlady_loft: because we talk crap about the same things sometimes XD

stejuste: Where are you!!! Happy V-day, anyway. I will crash your place in the near future when I go to the States.

Shmeen: don’t forget to rest, or else you’ll fall sick in Eastern Europe! It’ll be over soon!

The CG Mate: It’s kinda different this year, but it’s been fun. Thanks for looking out for me. No thanks for enticing me to watch anime. Or youtube videos of Yamapi attempting to sing while he hip-thrusts. Get well soon.

Turtlewoman: because we can complain to each other about anything. Looking forward to graduation trip!

music: alice nine – Dice

So I spent half of last night writhing in colic, and the other half in the bathroom. I went to bed still feeling rather nauseous and colick-y. The culprit? No idea.

I woke up at 3am to find that I was still nauseous, but worse! I was itching all over; in my half-awake stupor I just…started to scratch. Only came to my senses when it got generalised; went to the bathroom and was shocked by my appearance. I’ve never had eyes this swollen before. I’ve just popped two 10mg tablets of loratadine, realising too late that that’s twice the recommended daily dose for adults. It’s probably too late for antihistamines to work, anyway. I don’t believe there’s a single mast cell in my body that hasn’t degranulated.

The culprit? The bloody limpets that Father bought for dinner yesterday.GRRR!

Urticaria is supposed to last less than 24 hours. I’m counting down. Grrr. What a way to start off Valentine’s Day. I think it’s good that I’m dateless for it, hurhur.

-Update-
It’s now 7am and most of the urticaria has gone off. My eyes are still swollen, though, as are my nose, cheeks and ears. My shoulders are still itching, but no definite weals are present. Of all the days, I just HAD to fill all 6 ear-holes with studs yesterday afternoon – and they’re now hurting. I now know what it’s like to face the world with single eyelids. Can’t take my passport photos today, I guess. Father scolded me for not waking him up at 3am and dosed me with more potent antihistamines and steroids. I’m starting to feel drowsy.

-Update2-
After some reading, I’ve realised that the colic and diarrhea last evening was just a manifestation of the reaction. I also had some itching of my palms and scalp around that time; crap, should really have thought of it earlier. (If I’m my own long case I phail, haha) And I guess I should have been more worried when my eyes started getting affected.
5pm, and my right eyelid is still a little swollen.