screwed up

I am currently using Lynn and Armaan’s internet at their place because they have so kindly allowed me to do so, so I decided to type this entry because I am supremely annoyed that my place still isn’t ready yet, there is no electricity, not all of our furniture has arrived, there is no internet connection AND the icing on top of the cake, school starts on Monday and unpacking seems to be something in the far off future.

wth man. I feel so annoyed about the whole situation, but I guess I should consider myself blessed that I have a roof over my head thanks to shuyu and her parents. :) heee. So I’m very thankful

Wooohoo. Apparently the fuse in our house blew so it was just replaced and we have electricity! We are one step up from before! Excellent. I can start unpacking tonight, strewing my books and stuff all over the floor.. excellent :) hee hee hee. -rubs hands-

voice of truth

I really love this song. :) Practising for monday last night at daryl’s place was really wonderful, with all of us singing and the fellowship was awesome. I really miss being with them, the church people. I feel more wholesome again, in a way. :) We sang this song, voice of truth, and I fell in love with it when I heard it.

Oh what I would do to have
The kind of faith it takes
To climb out of this boat I’m in
Onto the crashing waves

To step out of my comfort zone
Into the realm of the unknown where Jesus is
And He’s holding out His hand

But the waves are calling out my name
And they laugh at me
Reminding me of all the times
I’ve tried before and failed

The waves they keep on telling me
Time and time again, “Boy, you’ll never win!
You’ll never win!”

[Chorus]
But the voice of truth tells me a different story
The voice of truth says, “Do not be afraid!”
The voice of truth says, “This is for My glory”
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth

Oh what I would do to have
The kind of strength it takes to stand before a giant
With just a sling and a stone
Surrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors
Shakingin their armour
Wishing they’d have had the strength to stand

But the giant’s calling out my name
And he laughs at me
Reminding me of all the times
I’ve tried before and failed
The giant keeps on telling me
Time and time again, “Boy, you’ll never win!
You’ll never win!”

But the stone was just the right size
To put the giant on the ground
And the waves they don’t seem so high
From on top of them looking down
I will soar with the wings of eagles
When I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus
Singing over me

I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth

blisters

I am irritated. I wanted to go running today because I’m feeling highly unfit and even more unprepared for the marathon next Sunday. -.- I overslept this afternoon and woke up at 6. I was supposed to meet Paul at the coffee shop near my place for dinner, or rather, me just watching him eat while I had a drink. After he was done, we walked to the bus stop where he could catch his bus and I started running. Unfortunately I had to stop halfway because there was this gigantic blister the size of a baby cow on the back of my foot where the shoe rubs against the skin. It is disgusting. pfft.

I think I’m going to die for the marathon.

On a side note, it’s been exactly one year since I passed my driving. No more triangle plate! woohoo~

memories

Today I went for a buffet lunch with mom and I am now suffering the consequences. I am trying to console myself with the thought that I went running this morning and am in not such a dire state right now.

pfft. yeah right.

So anyway, I was sitting at the window, looking out and I saw the esplanade, vch.. and I was beginning to remember all these wonderful memories of times gone by. I thought about rgssb and my dears and I felt happy that I was home again, able to send them little retarded messages and our usual “I’ve got a STORY to tell you -makes wild hand gestures-”

Like I said in the previous entry, it is the people who make the home what it is. When I’m with the people I love, somehow I feel as if I have never even left home. That love, that friendship, those bonds.. the invisible thread that holds us all together, despite all the changes that have taken place in our lives. We are all still wonderful together.. and I love my dears to bits.

let the shrine of friendship never say die, let the wine of friendship never run dry.. here’s to them and here’s to you.

home

i’ve been home for 4 days. I would have blogged sooner just that I left my laptop at my friend’s place and just got it back last night haha.

The flight back was a rather harrowing experience. wd was separated from shu, eugene and myself and xf was in business because she could use her dad’s miles. lucky duck. so shu eugene and myself were sitting in a row and eugene and i were being tormented by these 2 kids in front of us. it was so irritating. i was trying to watch stardust, which is an excellent movie, and the father of the kid of front of me reclined the kid’s seat all the way back, so i was watching the movie slouched in my seat. at least the movie was enjoyable. and these 2 kids kept on crying or screaming periodically throughout the whole flight. the kept on looking between the 2 seats at either eugene or me and then they would play with little toy trains and drop them so that we would have to pick it up. there was one point in time when they were sticking their feet behind and kicked eugene. it was rather alarming.

many thanks and hugs to px, hy, paul, jon, yy, darryl, marlom and osh who came to the airport to pick me up. it was so wonderful seeing them again. -hugs- after that i went home, took my shower and went to bed. the next morning, i went for prata! whoo~ met daryl, mo, dan and bona at jalan kayu and i had my plaster prata and a milo dinosaur, which is bad for health, so i doubt that i’ll be having it until.. i come back in december next year. heh. ugh unhealthy. i can feel my arteries being clogged up as i type. after that i met paul for lunch, and it really was a wonderful afternoon. it felt very nostalgic.. if i used that correctly. i dunno.. after that we had our small “surprise” party at fish and co glass house, the rjcsb ‘05 hangout place and it was a really nice dinner. they made paul stand on the chair and they did their little fish and co chant, and he then smartly told them that it wasn’t his birthday and charged us for the cake. -.-

on sunday i went to church and met some friends. then i slept the afternoon away like the pig that i am. (ugh fats) then i went for brendan’s wedding! :) it was a rather entertaining event thanks to marlom and paul, especially the grand finale in the lift. haha. there was a general consensus that we would not be inviting either of them to each of our weddings. it was really fun though.

met paula and hui yan for lunch yesterday. hee :) we went to s11 and ran into oafie. paula saw her first and went “opheleia!” upon which hui yan and i whipped around and there was a lot of screaming and we realised that we were making quite a bit of noise. then last night i went for a charismatic prayer session at church. after that i drove to serangoon gardens and had coffee with rach, val, daryl and daniel.

the past few days back have been wonderful :) all these little things make me feel so at home. home means nothing without the people in it. it is with the people that i feel at home.. not the place. i had a wonderful dinner last night with rice and real dishes instead of some concoction (yes concoction, because half the time what i cook looks like [edible] mush) that i see when i open my rice cooker. to reduce my guilt of eating.. quite a bit, i went for a 5km run this morning! i nearly died. running here is absolute torture. but ah well. i need to train. and i don’t want to put on weight back here, although I am starting to resign myself to fate. -.- ah well. I think this entry has been long enough. take care and God bless~

last night in richo

it is now 0134. I realised that this template doesn’t indicate the time at which the entry was written. Just for the record, the previous entry was written around 6am.

It feels quite weird. My room is now empty, save my luggage and the items that were here to begin with. To think that just a few hours ago, (ok more than a few I guess) it was full of all my things and it looked like a place that I had inhabited for the past year. Now it is just a shell of a room. I walked past some of the rooms on the ground floor whose windows face the corridor and they’re all empty, in immaculate condition, which is probably a great difference from when there were people living in them.

It kind of makes me think about the cycles of people who come in and out. So many people have lived in this room of mine and I’m sure each individual had done something to it to make it seem like home to them. How one room could have been transformed into thousands of different designs..

I will miss this room. It was the perfect size to me and it was a place where I could find sanctuary from a hectic day in school.

On a lighter note, I went to the city for dinner with damien, paul, shu, kw, xf and armaan. It was a very nice dinner! We went to this restaurant called ling nan on little bourke street. After dinner we walked to armaan’s place at southern cross where shu and xf left some of their purchases before coming for dinner. I was extremely tired, since I had only gotten 2 hours of sleep last night and I didn’t get any sleep today because I was busy moving our belongings to Storage King. I didn’t see where I was going. xf and I were walking side by side with me walking closer to the road. I was very sleepy and was not concentrating and all of a sudden, I walked straight into a pole. I didn’t even see it and to make it better, this couple walked past and the guy burst out laughing. I felt rather embarrassed and walked towards the group, who was still laughing at me.

At Southern Cross, there were numerous poles of various sizes. kw didn’t hesitate to bring my attention to them. Ah well. So that’s my dad. I think I really ought to get some sleep, lest I die tomorrow.

I’ll be home tomorrow! Take care and God bless~

i haven’t slept in a day

The packing is killing me. It is absolutely ridiculous. I’m really going insane. I can’t even walk through my room properly. This is coupled to the fact that in the process of defrosting my fridge, I forgot to place a towel underneath, so now the carpet in my room is damp and I’m convinced that it’s starting to stink.

Crap I really can’t think straight at the moment.

I have a grand total of 2 big boxes, 2 smaller boxes and about 10 million small boxes. I’ve been packing non-stop and I’m wondering how on earth I managed to accumulate so much rubbish in the past 10 months. Actually it hasn’t even been 10 months. This is what happens when you travel with your family and exploit their luggage space. Ugh this is so disastrous. Thank God the movers are coming today. I really can’t take it anymore. I think I’m losing my mind. But then again, that’s probably just because I didn’t sleep for the whole night.

I think I should go and sleep but I really need to do my luggage as well. It’s exploding. It’s so terrible. I think I need to do that vacuum sucking thing. -mutters-

About a million things happened in the past couple of days, but I don’t think I’ll blog about them.. ugh I’ so tired. I think I’m going to go and sleep for a while. Nightey.

I’m free!!!

WHOO the exam is finally over! While I was walking back to richo with perryn and sheryl, we were talking about how weird it feels to be so free and then we deduced that we have no more purpose in life and how sad that our only purpose at the moment is to just be hard core muggers.

Now that such a horrendous paper is over, I can talk about my disastrous OSCEs. My first station was the MSE station and I was completely blown away. The first thing that happened was that the “patient” started talking non-stop. I didn’t even get the chance to introduce myself and ask for consent and she just went on and on and I didn’t know whether I should interrupt or to continue asking her about her obsession with tennis among other things. So that was pretty screwed up and to make things worse, I didn’t know how to report my observations to the examiner. I just drew a complete blank. So that was messed up. The next station was the rest station, which was just plain stupid after only doing one station. The next station was the carpal tunnel station. The dialogue with the examiner went something like this:

Examiner: Ok.. what is this? -points to a computer screen with some pictures of radiographs on them-
Me: uh.. the wrist
Examiner: yes yes, but what are you looking at?
Me: uh.. the wrist?
Examiner: yes yes but what ARE you looking at?
Me: uhh.. -thinks very hard and attempts to look like I know what is going on- uhh.. the hand?
Examiner: yes but what is it?
Me: uhh.. the distal upper limb?
Examiner: (I think he probably wanted to kill me by this time) Yes that’s all good, but see the picture? What does the computer screen show you?
Me: -finally comprehending- OHHH radiographs!
Examiner: ok good and what do you see?
Me: uhh.. the wrist?

It was really retarded. The next station was CPR, which was kind of scary because Ian Presnell was in there and when I was doing the cycles of 2 breaths and 30 compressions, after 2 I was wondering whether the examiner was going to tell me to stop, but she didn’t! So I just continued doing the cycles and just wondering when it was going to end. After 5 cycles I decided to give up and tell her I’d repeat the 5 cycles in 2 mins and then see how it goes from there. or something along those lines. Then after I was done there was still time, and then the examiner and Ian started to discuss one of the marking sheets. I must have had this absolutely horrified or panicked look on my face, but then they reassured me that they were not discussing my marking sheet. hehe. This station was followed by a history taking station where James was the examiner! whoo James rocks. This one went well and I was quite happy about it. The HEP station was disastrous. I just spoke like a bullet train and the “patient” had to tell me to slow down numerous times. The eye exam was also disastrous because I couldn’t get the guy’s visual fields and I kept on forgetting to report my findings back to the examiner. Ah screw it. It’s over.

Today’s paper was another hellish one. I opened the exam book and nearly fainted right there. i got owned by the first 5 questions! dammit. And there was so much epidemiology. I HATE epidemiology. I really do. And there were so many epi questions. -grumbles- and anat was retarded. There really wasn’t much. Thank God I didn’t bother reading my PCLs because nothing came from them. It was kind of cool though. The exam was held at the Caulfield Race Course. As in, it was a REAL racecourse. The exam hall was actually the viewing gallery for the races. And we were facing the race course itself. So when I look up, I see the racing track and various tractors and people walking past, mowing lawns and stuff. At the end of the exam we all just walked out in a daze.

Went straight down to the city after that and went for lunch with about 14 of the other Singapore meddies at Dessert House along Swanston street, which was absolutely fantastic. :) I saw Lynn W there! I haven’t seen her in AGES and it was so nice to see her after more than a year. Then after that Damien, Eugene, Kaiwen, Perryn, Lynn, Paul and myself went to this really nice cafe and just chilled there for a while until it started to rain. Then we went to QV and sat there for a couple of hours waiting for everyone else to come. It was really nice to just relax without having to worry about the exam. :) :) Came back to uni and I’ve been stoning in my room since! I think I’m going to go and play some retarded games and exploit DC. but first, I shall go and take a shower and chill.

 WHOOOO!!! EXAMS ARE OVERRR!!! So excitings.. good luck to all my darlings still sitting for exams.

exam week

SO it is 4 days to the exam. Wait, no check that..it’s 3 days to the exam because today is over! Well, it will be in 20 minutes and guess what I’m doing now. I’m just so tired of studying and I’m so exhausted. I feel so saturated and I just want to crawl into my nice warm bed and sleep because the weather has been ghastly of late. It was 16 degrees yesterday and it was raining for the whole of yesterday and I just felt really cranky and cold and tired. I wish today was Saturday so that my stupid exam would be over and I can look forward to a nice good couple of days of retail therapy. Chadstone here I come!

I just want to dedicate this entry to my friends here. I was looking at some photos and we really have come a long way. From complete strangers, we have spent the last year in each other’s company for just about every waking hour. I know that we have probably had times when we’ve wanted to rip each other’s hair out, but we’ve pulled through and as the exam looms in the not-so-distant future, I just want to say a small thank you to all of them. :)

 At transition camp

Last day of sem 2

it is 145am

It is now 145 am and I’m still trying to finish studying what I planned to study today minus anatomy. Today has been horrendously unproductive and I’m feeling so tired. Actually, I’m not really because I made myself a drink and put 2 sachets of coffee powder into it, so I’m feeling rather high at the moment.

Exactly 2 weeks to the exam. Well, 2 weeks minus 1 day now. I’m trying to stifle this rising feeling of panic and am trying to slowly take the days as they come. There just seems to be this mountain of work to do and so little time! But I believe that I can get through this.

I just thought I’d write about a thought that I had the other day when I was in the library. I was in the toilet – the place where the most inspiration comes from haha. :) and I was looking around me and it occurred to me that for such a nice, new-looking library, the Hargrave-Andrew library has the most disgusting toilets. So I concluded that there must have been a building there previously, that was in the place of HAL. When they decided to build HAL on that spot, they knocked down the old building, but left the toilets intact and just built around it. There was no other logical explanation for it. For the Matheson library, on the other hand, and this just occurred to me, the toilets are really nice, so the funds for the would-be new toilets in HAL were channelled to Matheson to make up for the older-looking library. When I told xf my theory, she asked me why there was only 1 female toilet in HAL and 2 male toilets, upon which I speculated that it was probably some male-ism thing going on when the building was constructed. AND THEN. I realised that the 2 male toilets in HAL were one on top of the other. So I thought that maybe there is some staircase in the male toilet and that it’s actually one massive toilet that was meant for women, since after all, we do spend half our lives in there. but then, (the male-ism thing coming in again) the men decided that they should get that privilege to use the gigantic toilet. Maybe they were getting in touch with the feminine side, or maybe it’s just the whole bigger-is-better mindset.

So this is what goes through my mind when I’m under a lot of stress – random outbreaks of complete nonsense. whoo~ 2am!

Oh yah I just remembered what I wanted to say: I love KT Tunstall’s album Eye to the Telescope. Ok it’s rather delayed, but there’s this really nice song that I just discovered. I think I’m just slow, but it’s really really nice.

The fire fades away.
Most of every day is filled with tired excuses.
But it’s too hard to say.
I wish it were simple, but we give up easily.
You’re close enough to see that you’re the other side of the world to me.

Alrightey then back to studying! whoo~