Tuesday, March 30, 2004, 2234[Kiss from a rose]Got this link from Olivia. If you're as bored as I am, or if you're as reluctant to study for your very-important-exam-in-6-days, then try it out. Got it on the 3rd try. Now that I think I'm slightly less stupid, I shall go and read my neuro drugs. Heh. You know, to make the best of the rare flash of brillance.Sunday, March 28, 2004, 1913[矜持]我從來不曾抗拒你的魅力 雖然你從來不曾對我著迷There are just some days when a song refuses to leave you alone. Today is one such day, and this is such a lovely song. Faye Wong, beyond those infamous publicity stints, her voice is truely timeless. It just melts me into a puddle and my heart, it just aches so much for that one familiar touch. Thursday, March 25, 2004, 0453[Arsenal 1:1 Chelsea]Been getting complaints about my non-action on this page, so thought I'll update a little before I lose myself in the comforts of my current best friend, my bed.Life's been a drag these days. I've not seen the morning sky for almost a week now. Days start at two and studying takes up most of time till dinner. The walks to the staff canteen and NUH kopitiam are back, but somehow, people are different. I remember the rubber-band-tea-legs girl, the cheeze-preztel boy. One year's passed, things have changed. For better or for worse, I don't really have a say. But kudos to the few people still hanging around in the coldness and eerie silence, it's really nice to still have you here. Lesser than 2 weeks to go, I've no idea how this one will go. Ironically, it seems a little too easy. I don't know. Ah well, I'll find out soon enough I suppose. I want to feel the sand beneath my feet, wind in my face, sky above my head again. Two weeks. Sunday, March 14, 2004, 2156[Friends!]
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This has to be me, every different Friends test I do, I just end up being Phoebe. Thankfully, I do like her quite a bit. =) My parents and brother have left for holidays. I miss them. I hope they bought me nice presents. =) Tuesday, March 09, 2004, 0310[Flooded]It rained the whole of today. I woke up, all reluctant to climb out of the warmness of my blankets, decided to sleep in a little and wake up when the rain stops. Right.It's still raining now, it's 3 in the morning of the next day, and I still haven't made it to school. Blame the weather. Took the time to clear my desk today, the same way my mum used to love washing windows when it rained. But hers has a logic, mine doesn't. Anyway, my desk. So I spent some hours going through Medicine, Surgery and Orthopedics all over again. It's kinda interestingly cute to see the progression I went through. Medicine stuff was all neat, every bit meticulously noted down in nice note pads, complete with references, highlights and all. Surgery was a mess, foolscape sheets, half-filled books, incomplete notes on scraps of paper. Othropedics, things were there but only the bare minimal. Notes mostly bulleted, terms abbreviated. And ergo, the evolution of Linqi as a 1st year clinical student. Looking at my grey dusty fingers, I came to realise that I had a hell of a time in Surgery. My prof was the fiercest and days were the longest, but I knew the most of everything then and life had a nice purpose. I liked standing 4 hours behind Prof in a freezing theatre, or stitching my first stitch, or just running around in that frenzy fashion. I think, I want to be a surgeon. Hopefully, after my paeds posting, I'll be able to say with true conviction that what I truly want to be is a paediatrician. Maybe. I threw away everything that wasn't necessary, and that meant many many patient tags and copied case notes. A sense of guilt crept up as the name sheets went into the recycling bin. "Mdm Tan, age 56..." Real names, real problems, people who are still battling with their illnesses and here I am throwing everything about them away. I came, took what I wanted from them, was friendly for that twenty minutes. For the whole of their hospital stay, they were known as "UTI bed 32" and now they're in the recycling bin. But could this be done differently? I have no idea. 3rd Pros in lesser than 4 weeks' time, I can't even sit myself down to read. Probably studying would be a good idea to start me on the path to being a paediatrician or surgeon, so oh well. Kick me. Wednesday, March 03, 2004, 2246[Monsters]I thought Monster was one of the most fiercely depressive shows I've seen for a long time, and this is despite me watching many other depressive shows. And Charlize Theron was brillant. Before the show, I thought she got the Oscar simply because the judges like pretty babes who don't mind looking ugly, but now I think she did do a pretty good job. I haven't watched Nicole Kidman and all so I can't say who's better, but Theron was so un-theron that it was rather amazing.Forced by circumstances, taking a path that you were pushed upon, walking on not because you can't turn back, but you're too weak to even stop. What goes around, comes around. Like what the bad guy with nice eyes in Infernal Affairs always says, 出来混的，始终都要还. Tuesday, March 02, 2004, 2134[Colour-blind]Haven't been updating much these days because I've been spending my days and nights in way-too-far Bedok doing a way-too-stupid survey. So sorry if anyone feels neglected. ;)It seems easy when you see it on paper, just statistics, small insignificant numbers. How hard can interviewing 30 households be? Har. And so we walked and climbed, talked, persuaded and pestered. We spent four days going back again and again to the same 30 flats, smiling like idiots, just to convince the residents that all we want is to do a simple questionaire. Thank goodness for all the nicer souls who offered drinks and comfortable sofa seats. But if you want to experience the ugliness of Singaporeans, just try knocking on random doors. Things have been volatile recently. Many different sticky things poking in all directions. There's you and you and you and you. Four yous and one little me. May you be holding on for good reason; may you be experiencing life the way you think you should; may you be out of that little rut you've fallen into; and lastly, may the colours not matter and the grey clouds clear for you and me. |