Random Thought Bubbles

I've just spent most of the last two days either trying to get through the selective presentation that my group did up this morning (which didn't go down too well, what with the complete blurness of the collective four of us when Thani was asking questions and my brain just giving me a cartoon picture of a 'flat' baby and refusing to compute when he asked us what it means when the nurse says, "Dr. we have a flat baby" and the going back and forth of slides because the other members didn't tell me they wanted to delete some slides beforehand... no, it wasn't smooth at all... but that's all in the past now so moving on :P) and watching season one of 'Scrubs'. At first it was entertaining (and it still is periodically when there's a funny moment that stands out from the constant sarcasm every doctor seems to exude) but watching episode after episode of the same kind of funny can, frankly, get quite boring. But it got me thinking...

I've just spent the last 2 years or so in med school. What do I know about medicine and patients and diseases and treating them? Jack-squat. When a medical term comes up in a scene I struggle to even remember what it represents. Cheyne-stokes breathing, ERCP (I can't remember what that means or even if that's the right abbreviation besides it being some radio-imaging thing from a slide in some lecture note from the GI system)... all just fragments of the obvious medical universe that I'm hopelessly drowning in. Then there comes the episode when they get their first death. It's frightening that something I do or didn't do will one day literally kill a person(s, inevitably).

What am I doing here? I study only when there's an exam and barely do well, I can't remember most of what's in lectures after I go through them for an exam, don't go for lectures (only appearing when there's 'important' issues like making announcements for dance club things or other extra-curricular activities or just to return something to somebody and only when it's absolutely necessary :P), spend too many days (and nights) galavanting as a care-free 21-year-old who's got nothing better to do than mamaking and planning the next themed surprised party (there are definitely too many people I know who are born at the beginning of the year) and the list trails on forever. Shouldn't I be worried about the people whom I will be treating in the future? Shouldn't I be in the endless and heated pursuit for knowledge? Somewhere I might read something that might save a person? I feel as if my brain is still a completely clean slate on which nothing remotely medical has even been permanently inscribed. Nothing. I still feel like a layman. The only lesson I've learnt is if you don't know something just keep talking, somewhere along the line one of the many chunks of rubbish will stick and be right. Of course you gotta be a smart crapper. Better a smart bum than a stupid bum anyday. No dice if you're with a toughie who'll just mow you down like the ignorant parasite that you are. I struggle to believe that one day I might be a doctor. One who'll know exactly what to do. I'll just keep on dreaming. I wouldn't even want to be a patient of me.

I don't know how these people stuff so much information into one brain. We should be built with hard drives. But then again life would be so much easier if we were built like computers. Need to remember a gazillion gigabytes of information? No problemo Mr. Supremo, just move it all in here... Click and draaaaggg... yep, it's all there, sugar. Lost a love? Please click to highlight, please press delete and please press OK to confirm that you want to erase the memory of this person forever. Oh, and remember to empty your recycle bin.

The new batch of fresh meat is coming in. M1/06 will be undergoing orientation next Monday (theme: There's a rumble in the jungle? or is it Welcome to the Jungle... I'm not quite sure... there are two banners). I'm looking forward to 'training' another IMCC. Haha! It's always interesting to see how these boys become so uncomfortable when I teach them how to 'dance' and finally them actually getting their own 'groove'. Although it gets a little disturbing when IMCCs have a hotter set of legs than I do. SailorVenus looked so good in drag I was jealous, but enough of that. I'm also looking forward to a trip to JB this weekend with the girls. Drinking part-ay it is baby! Woo-Hoo!

Back to 'Scrubs' and my sad lowly existence as a below par, procrastinating, can't quite be bothered med student life.

There's something about sitting around in one's room alone for too long a period of time that can induce the need for some sort of quirkiness just to ease the monotony of the four walls. There's no car available to make that much needed trip to mamak with my friends and walking's out of the question. I've tried watching tv but there's nothing on worth any sort of entertainment value short of watching telesales ads of exercise equipment that never work (although the Ab King Pro is looking more desireable the more I watch that ad. That's the power of repetition for ya :P). I spent a very long time showering 'Jebbrine' style (who spends enormous amounts of time in the loo washing up with scrubs, masks and the lot). I am now VeRy clean. My paedetrics selective notes are virtually useless... there are slides with only 1 phrase... ugh... I'm beginning to regret picking patho and sabo-ing everyone else into it just because seniors told us it was easy to score. I've been without social contact for so long I even made chicken soup today for goodness sake! And I never cook. Haha!

I've made a list of things one can do when bored:-

1. clean toilet (I haven't done that)
2. do laundry (nope...)
3. make soup (yep yep... I suck at making soup... :P)
4. hair treatment session (yep yep... my hair's going back to the beautiful shiny healthy strands they were before the whole hair show thing that turned my hair to grass. The next haircut I'm planning to have is in the picture below. This is 'Shane' from 'The L word'. She, yes she, is a hairdresser in the series with a rockstar 'I don't do relationships' kinda lesbo. Watching this series for long periods of time can brainwash you into wishing you were gay too... if you're a girl that is. Girl on girl action is fine but guys kissing is just too gross).

Happy Valentine's Day! The exclamation mark betrays my need to be sombre and melancholy but let's not be depressing. There will be no special dinner or flowers or chocolates or candy or teddy bears for me this year, but that's okay. I didn't get anything special for valentine's last year either. Haha... still bitter but that's okay too. Bygones. I'm stuck doing the selective powerpoint presentation for congenital asphyxia :P All random ramblings...

Two birthdays have passed. Mr. Lee Kah Heng and Ms. See Lina. Pictures Lina's in a moment. Fondue party and drinking party... MMMmmMMmmMMm... Haha! Van Ren was gracious enough to lend the use of her den for the party as well as the use of her liqour cabinet (it was full of XO). Van was to lure the unsuspecting (or rather suspicious) Lina to her house on the whim that Kah Heng, Van Ren and her were supposed to go watch a movie. So there we were hiding out in the darkened den trying to light the 20 candles (yes, 20 not 2) on the cake and to be quiet as Van Ren lead Lina upstairs and then downstairs again outside the house to allow us the time to walk out of the den just as Lina walks back in, thinking how sluggishly slow Mr. Kah Heng the designated driver is taking to get them. I'm not quite sure whether Lina was more surprised or more expecting the surprise, but no matter, we had a good time playing 'Ring of Fire' (Van introduced the very complicated drinking game with cards that one can only understand after a few rounds after which lots of drink will have impaired one's capacity to comprehend even the simplest of commands). The big loser is the fella who has to drink from a big bowl that's been filled with any kind of drink by three other people before the unlucky 4th girl/guy.

Lina had to write her initials with her butt every time she took a drink (it never gets boring :P) but since she can drink like any Punjabi can we didn't quite get her pissed drunk (not even close!). Ling Wei on the other hand turned a bright beetroot. With the green shirt she was wearing she looked just like a Christmas tree ready to puke (which she did, and turned a whiter shade of pale thereafter). The rest of the story is in the pictures. Enjoy! There were lots soooo I only put up some of them. The theme was green or yellow but the message didn't quite get across to everyone so yep... And we got her a pendant... but I haven't a picture of that.

Life is getting very boring. As a whole it is also becoming very empty. Due to the lack of Astro at my place I also have nothing to watch and since I've heard that it is risky to use Limewire I'm stuck with the sluggish speed of downloading entertainment by Bittorrent... I am also blogging for the sake of blogging. Haha. Topics discussed among the group I go around with are also getting very repetitive. And since speed dating is the nearest to any level of interesting I shall tell you a little bit about it.

While on the bus back from the Spastic Children's Centre, a bunch of us got on the topic of speed dating, since Valentine's is coming up and all 4 of us will not be guaranteed a date. None of us knew much about it but it appears speed dating exists in Malaysia because someone read something about it, it also appears to be quite fun and in all appearances it appears to be a good way to meet people. A morbid way to look at it would be that it is similar to sitting for ospe because each station is 5min and you gotta pencil a tick mark beside a bunch of questions in response to what you think about the fella sitting opposite you after asking some questions of course. After the whole session you hand in your score sheets and hopefully receive some sms's regarding matches made during the whole ordeal. You get e-mail addresses or phone numbers and you get to choose if you want to arrange a date with that particular tall dark stranger.

I suppose with the myriad of choices at IMU, speed dating does look very promising. Haha. But with a requirement list (recently made) like mine I doubt anyone would pass. Let's see... the perfect man: is freaking good-looking, bloody rich, very smart, someone I can talk with, can dance, can play an instrument well, can write good poetry, would go shopping with me, is comfortable to be with, is straight, available. If any one guy were to pass the above list, they'd probably be gay or unavailable. Sigh... I realize the shallowness in my list but I'm just setting a bar. I must get out of the cocky guy pattern. (but a guy with all the above is bound to be cocky though... hahaha... ah well... can't have everything :P).