Tuesday, September 29, 2009

fucking noob.

I FORGOT MY CAMERA!

in my hurry to get out of the house this morning i must've left it in my room. fuckedyfuck.

so like i'm in geraldton, which is i'm assuming 5+ hrs drive from perth. some say 4 hrs but i don't believe them. anyway i flew so that was just 1 hr and 20 mins or sth like that. focker 50 ftw.

my sinuses have not aged well. as i get older every time i fly i feel like my head is about to explode. it wasn't like i was sick or congested or anything just BOOM instant headache.

anyway, i was wearing my leaver's jumper which i kinda abhor cos it goes against every single design law there is. it just doesn't look right. but a 5th year rural clin sch student recognized it and gave me a lift n offered to have us over for dinner/lunch/weekend hijinks. serendipitious i say!

my room is like a prison cell. small, bare, communal toilet next door. at least i can potentially study here. if only i hadn't brought 10293819203812 movies/series courtesy of my girlfriend who does nothing but empower my laziness.

cheers boys n girls. hi carrie.

timbo

Monday, September 28, 2009

your momma's so fat

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Thursday, September 24, 2009

still a student blog for some (maybe just tim and i) of us

Nice, this blog is semi resurrected, well done us.

6 weeks till I'm officially not a student. Exciting times! Hi Tim.

Since 'tis the reason for rumination, I shall ruminate too. Lavinia, I talk to all the time, either on sms or through telepathy. Kathleen, who is usually busy whizzing around saving Singaporeans, is currently on holiday. Ching Ling, on the other hand, there is a possibility of her having falling off Planet Earth as it merrily revolves.

Am loving Paediatrics at the moment, in my second last week. Always enjoyed it but I think this might be what I wanna do with my life. Not that anyone here is interested with what I do with my life but hey, I'll tell you anyway!

the student blog.

since chia ming has so graciously provided us with some of his ruminatory fodder i have felt the compulsion to stretch them fingers and use some of the keys that i have not touched (that are not keybound in WoW or DOTA). in any case, i must concede that there has been a progressive decline to my grasp of engrish and where better to practice than on a blog that no one reads. i died a little inside when chia ming said he doesn't actually listen to me.

i am 7 weeks from final exams. it has been a long, stupid trip to get here. hi carrie. together we shall try not to fail. at the moment, i am sitting in front of my com writing up my goddamn stupid psych case history for discussion tomorrow which will probably degenerate into me begging not to fail again (fuck anaesthetics).

the point which i am trying to arrive at is that i kinda enjoy psych, surprisingly enough. in 4th year (a lifetime ago) you think that omg the only thing i will ever like about psych is the fact that you can pass just showing up 2 hrs a week for pbl. i love how you go to work every day and know, at the back of your mind, that no matter how bad your life is, it will never be as fucked up as these people. other days you just sit in the interview and go fuck it, and go for a smoke. a patient said "thank you dad" to us the other day. guess we must be doing something right. classic.

in case you orang forgot, it is wong wei jin, m.d.'s 26th birthday today. many happy returns, you one-legged chinaman living it loud in the quietest state this side of borneo.

next week going to geraldton for some rural-y goodness.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

so where are we now?

Just the other day, I was sitting around idling with my thoughts, whilst having the occasional absent seizure or two, and I came to think about Timothy Law.

So, I tried to trace my thoughts back to my last encounter with Tim and unfortunately I hit a brick wall. I can't seem to remember! In fact, only with difficulty did I vaguely remember his face. His voice I seem to recall, that low droning mumble that no one can really hear except himself. At certain times, it became easier just to pass the occasional nod or so in his direction when he attempts conversation so as not to appear really deaf by our variants of "Wha..?", "Say again...", "What was that?", "Pardon?", "Sorry,. repeat that..". I'm sure he had a good point or two to make, but he was probably a bit apprehensive about sharing it with more than one person at a time.

This naturally led me to ponder about Han Nien but it is difficult enough being under a thumb all the time so I shall skip him. Good thing this will never get back to him.

Seng Keat I do remember because I see him at least twice a year. Now that's a healthy amount of catching up seeing how I work in the UK and he flies all around Asia but if you think about the amount of times I go back home in a year and couple that with the obscene amount of free time that he has, it comes up to just about right. He's doing quite well if you wanted to know. Financially, spiritually, and paternally. Congrats btw.

As far as I know, Wei Jin is still in Kota Kinabalu ploughing his ways through the paddy fields of house-officership. He is quite the bitter chap so for good measure, let me again upload this picture of Jayz and Coldplay live in concert.



Ok, more musings to come up soon.