Charlene is rude

That was uncalled for.. sniff sniff

dancing arrhythmias

PVC --> VT --> Flutter --> Fibrillation --> Defibrillation ROFLMAO!!

Introducing Spicysam

Due to the recent inactivities of this blog, we have invited a new member of the lecture-loving community to join us and hopefully inject some spice into this otherwise bland tasting place.

People know him as a playa, that's not entirely true however because a playa plays everywhere. Our friend here has a selective demographic to dabble in: Chinese girls aged 19-25.

Some men are cheap but this one here takes the cake for his toilet bowl water drinking habits which is now eternally an IMU urban legend. Perhaps the story is best told from his perspective.

Introducing. Spicysam.

Why do we grow old?

We grow old, we bald, we get boring, we lose our libido(weijin), we develop arthritis in our knees, we get fat, we get wrinkly, we become shadows of our former youth.

Why do we grow old?

it's time

for me to clear my "documents" folder of all the nonsense screenshots and pictures i have accumulated for the past few months. most of them i find really funny at that time and tell myself that i want to remember the humour. others are just plain wrong and i keep them, wondering if i should publisize them cause i might get someone/something/lots of people in trouble.

anyway.

enjoy.

i think suann needs professional help. or a friend.

what's freaky is that this isn't the first time this has happened. there was a yellow beach towel once...

in relation to the above,

i know there's a way to highlight the text just like certain students and their lecturenotes (which, in a short segway, i always wonder what the point is of highlighting literally the entire text - might as well dip the thing in ink. honestly. does having your whole book neon green make it easier to read? does it shock your brain into remembering facts or something? what? what? i don't get it. besides, the resale value of a book diminishes if it's been written on...) but i don't know it. the fact is, half of my msn contacts were refering to the big day in may. not my graduation, the even bigger day - man utd and champions league glory!

tsk tsk sarah. who woulda thunk it?

LOL

the counter keeps on ticking

and we welcome the latest to the ever-growing, ever-burgeoning list of m103 grads.


hello Dr Yeo.

Look out world.


grats on being LB #1 to become Dr LB Yeo. A re-shuffling of LB order is in order.
I suppose I could say please wake up on time for rounds, please don't have to pangsai before operating, please don't skive, please don't be late, please stop procrastinating, please don't dota till 5am anymore but I won't. Cause I'm trying to be nice and everyone deserves the benefit of doubt when starting a new phase in life. Plus I sound like an uncle when I say those things.

Which I am, of course. Biologically. But the point remains.

Go forth, and medicate!

Blogs are like

water.

When it stays stagnant, it begins to STINK.

lectureboys don't just attend lectures

we also genuinely support the growing international awareness of global warming, eradication of poverty, and racial harmony.

here's a cute little MtV made by a group of Malaysian artistes, singing for the presence of unity in our beloved country.

hello my muffincakes.

i just realised that there hasn't been a post congratulating dr wong wei jin finishing his studies ahead of every other lecture boy. so props to wong wei jin, md.

so just as a tribute to our dear dr wong, i've compiled a montage of screenies. well not a montage, more like 2 screenshots. enjoy.



sorry carrie.




sorry to all the women out there.

i've forgotten how to put borders around the pics so bear with me.

Finally!

Somebody please call me Mr. Second Officer Tan!

Which means...I AM FINALLY AN OFFICIAL CO-PILOT FOR MAS BOEING 737-400!

WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Untrue

"timo: the thing with cm indiscriminately posting this everywhere is that the only photo of him in the same garb is held by lena."

intriguing

I cannot believe how Tim can relate that gay umbrella MV to me. Surely this is a reminder that we must refresh everyone's memory with this picture.

exam break 5

After a promising start, tim's resolution to post more, er, posts has fallen as flat as, er, a very flat object. Like a flat screen tv. Now that's flat. I mean have you seen how flat a flat screen tv is? It's so flat you could eat off it. Cause eating on a slanting surface is tricky. You don't want to be chasing food around. I shoulda known anyway. His first few posts filled and brightened up my day, but like any of my relationships, it started off seemingly good but was never destined to be a lasting fulfilling thing. Filling me with cautious hope and trepidation - could this be it? - and then dashing my fragile emotions on the cruel rawks of reality. Yes I spelled rawks with an A and a W. Why?

Because I can.

And because I miss A&W waffles and root beer.

erh yeah.

I guess I'd better admit it - I'm studying for USMLE - again. And the exam pwned my face - AGAIN. I was planning to keep it on the down low, scheduled to sit for it in May, then proudly announce my wonderful results while yelling IN YER FACE SUCKAARRRRRRRHHHHZZZ in June. But after paying my exam fees and getting confirmation of the exam (yes this time they accepted my application to sit for it - already 100% more achieved than the last attempt) I get told by the NBME later on that there are no more spots in Halifax in May. So how? Fly to Hamilton (45 mins drive from Toronto) to sit for it, in the process paying $600 for flights and hostel and etc, or pay $185 international surchange and sit for it in M'sia. In June.

grh.

The cosmos are seemingly conspiring against my sitting for this exam. Curse you Mars! Curse youuuuu *shakes fist angrily*

Anyway. Studying biochem again sucks hairy giant balls. Like watermelon-size rambutans. That have Fornier's Gangrene. Gasp medical jokes. Woe is me.

I've found, in my peri-exam-preparation mode, while surfing youtube, that a great many ppl have done covers of Rihanna's Umbrella. I must admit that I didn't enjoy the song at first but it's kinda grown on me. Kinda like a facial tumour. Ok no more medical jokes. Back to the topic at very pertinent hand, covers of Umbrella.
Mandy Moore's done it, Marie Digby, Plain White Ts, All Time Low, Manic Street Preachers, Lillasyster, McFly, Vanilla Sky, only about a million not-so-famous people and goodness knows who else.

It's like a list of pretentious has beens. Or an autistic dyslexic with CP and MR trying to write an essay - random words strung together that only have meaning to the person who chose them.

Vanilla Sky's version is worth taking a look at though. Yes I actually sat through and watched 10 different versions of the same song. It's an exam break, gimme a break.



LOL
Shivers down my spine man. Geliness. Feel the skin crawl. Homophobe is me.

Back to sucking watermelon sized rambutans.

slurrrhp

They call her Yvinne

This is episode 2 of the lectureboys special segment: matchmaking your single friend!
Due to the success of our previous blog or episode 1(that culminated in the lovely meeting between her and her boyfwen) where we featured our lovely friend Grace Lau, we are now confident to make this a regular column!

This is Yvinne Tang, aged 22, enjoys baking, light music, and reading Kumar&Clark in the tub with scented candles. Very good with children and the elderly. Rarely temperamental and has a warm personality. Does not mix well with Libras. A good listener and has the loveliest blue eyes.

She is looking for: a man who can mix a good Pina Colada, not particularly a financially established gentlemen but a steady income is always a good bonus, a man who can make her laugh and whose sense of humour does not revolve around Meet The Spartans-esque jokes. A car would be wonderful, scratch that- a car would be COMPULSORY.

Also - makes the best curry puffs north of London. and curry mee. and claypot rice. and asam laksa. and ipoh hor fun. Get to know her personally at her blog.


coming up next: episode 3 - carrie goh

the suspense is suspensefully suspending.

zomg why won't uni get back to me on my appeal.

owned

At Singapore. Nice.

And I finally updated my blog.

...

bollocks.

wei, how you laa..

we were just discussing aaron's opening lines for his patient interviews and such and this guai lou friend of mine has got his impression of aaron down to a science. no more "wei, how you la.." it's now "so.. uh.. your baby's going to die" (with a hint of an american accent). god, we're so mean, but then again you shouldn't say "so.. uh.. do you uh.. sleep with other women?" to patients unless you want to be mocked. this is a fantastic story which you will all never hear about because deep down inside you all think perth is a shithole. which is why i haven't heard anyone say "hi tim i'm coming to visit you".

no, this is not a laugh at aaron post. i'm just trying to talk about the fantastic american accent that malaysians put on when talking to westerners. by now i'm sure everyone realises that when a guai lou starts talking to a malaysian, suddenly got one-kind accent come out from nowhere. no matter how you deny it, everyone does it. *ahem* lavinia, david, and a lot of other people i've noticed. i probably sound damn weird too just that i'm too cool to admit it. so everyone does it, except maybe wei jin. but then again maybe that's why he got mugged - face problem. wei jin just bears the brunt of all our jokes because he chooses to be true to himself by speaking normal english, which is actually damn good english for a kl fella, and protesting the commercialisation of valentine's day, which actually makes wei jin the one true romantic? hard to say, hard to say.

i digress. back to ang moh saying hi to you. it's like omg guai lou. i mustn't say lah. must resist saying lah. no lah. cannot say lah. must.. use.. good english. and so, we go back to the best english we've ever heard - tv english. i really don't know which is worse, listening to someone sound like a fob (fresh off boat, btw), or someone who suddenly develops a weird-ass accent from god knows where but got a bit of american somewhere in there. if we really do feel that how we speak is an inferior form of the language, hence the need for a different accent, then why, oh why, do we have to sound like spastics when we talk to each other? i swear, sometimes i have trouble phrasing a question without using the word meh? i honestly don't understand how or why we continue to converse the way we do. when i see ken rhee or aaron or jessie (bless her twitching soul) i revert to sounding like i'm at a mamak, and i want to drink bleach, stab myself in the eye, or inhale water, or swallow vomit.

actually, why does inhaling water feel so damn painful? like you know when you accidentally get water up your nose and you can feel it go all the way up to your brain and tickle your frontal lobe? omg anatomy jokes.. anyway, yeah why? WHY AH? it's water, and when you have a runny nose (rhinorrhoea) and you take a good hard deep breath (forceful inspiration) so to keep it from dripping onto your nice skirt, why doesn't that feel like someone is shoving a big stick up your nose? probably not big stick, more like satay stick. mucus not the same as water? it looks like water, feels like water. yet doesn't do the same thing as water to your nasal passageway. i call it the naso-cerebral canal.

ok, this post sounded a lot more sophisticated when i thought it up. with satirical mockery of malaysian culture and a cynical view on lame asians etc. all i've managed so far is make fun of aaron and talk about water up your nose. *note to self: must think things out more.*

oh, right. the point i wanted to make. or was in the process of making before the water thing came up: do you really think that you really have a good english accent that sounds damn ang moh and suddenly makes you sound damn sophisticated and refined and not like some joker fresh off the plane from kluang (the joke is that kluang takda airport) that's been hidden from the world all this while? like mutant powers. people can control weather, i can speak english! call me, englishman. because sadly, most of us do sound damn retarded in our malaysian "pseudo-english" accent. i guess it's between a rock and a hard place isn't it - to sound retarded because you sound damn malaysian, or sounding damn retarded because you're trying to not sound malaysian. yes, tick off my achievement for the day - to use the rock and a hard place in a sentence.

i've rambled on long enough. btw, i think i failed my exam. so gg. hi year 5 again. wankers.

yes! new post.

after looking at lb ming's floundering attempts at reviving his blog with a half-arsed template, i have decided i shall write more often, if not just to shame him into updating. so.. a quick update on life in general shall ensue.

first off, the australian pm is a fuckwit. besides trying to introduce a filter for adult oriented web content, affectionately known as 'porn', he is now trying to put in place some shit with ISPs to prevent illegal downloads. granted, i once got an email warning me after my housemate tried to download a pirated version of commandos, this is still distressing news.

go fucking invade PNG or something. or new zealand. or malaysia. seriously, illegal downloads? the hypocrisy of saying johnny howard was a kiss-ass towards the americans and then he goes and basically hands them the whole dvd/tv/movie/mp3/wateva internet market. great. i hope he gets run over by a truck, or eaten by a koala, or kicked by a kangaroo, or sits on a thumb tack with HIV, or gets prostate cancer.

back to cheerier pastures, i'm having my supps in 4 days. grats me for not actually being any more prepared than the first time round. no excuses, no regrets. it's been a good run gg. 16 stations failed 8 when you were only allowed 5 the first time. i'm mr 50%.

unfortunately, i don't have any interesting anecdotes about my travels such as being mugged by a nice robber *points to wj's blog*, or bungee videos *ahem, carrie*. so i will tell you about my first experience with a patient complaint.

i was posted with my gp for 2 weeks and he runs an antenatal clinic one of the mornings. it was a pretty uneventful morning. the usual, take bp, feel tummy, talk about breastfeeding, take bp, feel tummy, think about lunch, take bp.. the next week, he tells me apparently one of the patients complained that he was inappropriate in his breast exam.

ok this is like a 74 year old white-haired kindly old man with white hair like colonel sanders. and he does look like he can do a mean fried chicken, which is besides the point. why in the world would you think that captain kfc is gonna cop a feel of your boobs? if he looked like some hamsap dirty old man then give you lah. but if he's a dude who wears a labcoat in 38 degrees, is polite and kindly and has had patients that come all the way from the country to see him for 20 years, go be paranoid about someone else. that's what you get for checking someone's boobs and teaching them breastfeeding techniques n shit. i hope your baby dies.

oh and btw, 1st of jan i was in a car crash. which everyone probably knows now. but 2 people were killed. from the other car thank god. and the only injury i have to show is a fractured 2nd toe. wooo.

k that's all. lazy. happy valentine's day to everyone who didn't get to celebrate. and to those who got flowers, i hope you're happy. hope you got stung by bees.

happy chinese new year, guys

Woohoo, fellow rats, this is our year so make it a great one!! *rat-like squeak*

Samuel Chacko George is a panicker

Sam is a panicker as you can clearly see from this msn excerpt:

HAHA GAY

SO I SEE IT IS OWN CM DAY

No matter how many times this joke is made,

it never, ever gets old.



Nadia amuses me. Over and over, again and again.

LOL

one love~!