Always remember that things could be worse off.
This is not for the faint hearted. Or people who are eating at the moment.
I live by the motto: "In the end everything will be OK. If nothing is ok, then it's not the end"
Monday, November 26, 2007
Always remember that things could be worse off.
I would like a few questions answered. And no matter how much googling I have done, nothing seems to turn up to these answers. It seems when I think too much (moments before bed), I begin asking really crazy questions. But I think everyone wants to know the answers to these too. In this instance, it involved my GP.
Next time I see my quack, I'm gonna ask him.
Firstly, what do doctors do when they are sick? Further subquestions which will follow, do they prescribe themselves medicine? Or do they go to their buddy from Med School and ask him to give him a "check up"? And what happens if he was the loner in Med School and had no friends? It can't be ethical to be prescribing yourself drugs.
And yes, I know it's ironic.
Secondly, what happens to all my medical records when he dies? Good doctors tend to be pretty old because they avoid scandal. So when my current doctor dies/retires (touch wood he doesn't, but he IS about to hit 70 odd years), what happens? I know it's a bit morbid...but I want to prepare for this event.
Lastly; I've been seing the same doctor for the last 15 years. Why doesn't he age? Is he witholding some secret of anti-aging from me? It's too weird.
I want answers. All of you, go out and find me these answers. Especially the one with: "What does a doctor do if he was a loner in Med School and is sick now?" it might sound stupid when your saying it to him. But the answer could be worth it. Could be.
I've been a tad busy since the end of exams which means I've been neglecting both Main Blog and 365 Project. Rest assured that enither are done with and I will be continuing both. Sooner rather then later.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
I don't sleep much. Or more specifically. I don't sleep in big blocks. More in snatches. I am having dejavu, I swear I have said this many times before.
I fuel my body with Red Bull and coffee and artificially prop myself up until Saturday mornings, so that on Sunday I can just crash into my head and sleep in until 10. During exam time it's even worse.
I knew one day it would all catch up to me. A whole semester worth of sleep was beckoning.
Today was the day.
- Crammed like crazy until 3am with plans to continue cramming at 5am
- Plans fell through...
- and I woke up super late at 8 o'clock this is highly unusual for my normal 6.30esque starts.
- Got stuck in traffic from 8.05am until 8.50am
- Searched frantically for parking and then FOUND PARKING! at 8.52am!
- Sprinted to the library to return a book at 8.55am (that's what happens when you don't buy your book)
- Made it to the venue with about 30seconds to spare!
- Slaughtered the exam*
- 2 hours later...
- Had to do it all over again
- This exam slaughtered me. It was hard!
Oh...god; the room is spinning again and my neck is feeling all prickly.
*special thanks to Mel who provided me with her notes. And to Josh for his notes (again!) this sem. Heck..and may as well shout at Noelle for IF notes last sem. And to everyone else who always gives me their notes! The list is pretty darn extensive.
Friday, November 09, 2007
There are many things in life which worry us. They can range from the performance in the stock market down to the effects of China's surging economy on the environment. In all of these situations, we always look for reassurance.
The same goes with my exam prep I am doing at the moment.
Reassurance is what we all search for and when it comes to exam prep that means going for consult.
It didn't go well.
Alan: Hey, are you free? i want to ask you some questions about some trouble i am having with the tute.
Tutor: Sure come in
Alan: Ok my first question might be stupid but...
Tutor: (interrupts) There are no stupid questions, just stupid people
Tutor: Keep going...
I swear after that I felt so insulted.
I don't think she really understood what she just said. Worse; I was not reassured.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
I just need to vent.
My life is a cycle of stupid stupid repetitions. The repetitions of stupid people doing stupid things. Hence stupid stupid.
Today in the library I was doing some very important BTP iLectures. An iLecture which involves a review of the entire unit which basically means you never needed to go to any of the lectures anyways. These iLectures are critical and I needed to focus about 99% of my 10 remaining braincells left on it.
Do you get the picture?
Important study. Important study is more important during SWOTVAC/Exam Week.
And it got interrupted. *grates teeth*
It just gnaws at every bone the people who come into the library to just socialise. Can you not do this anywhere BUT the library?
It happens way too much. I might have done it but I realised the error of my ways and at least I move away from people studying and whisper.
Facebook. Youtube. SMS. MySpace. eBuddy. Lecture. Study. All these activities do not disturb other people's study. Only your own. THAT'S OK.
But whatever the hell you are doing. Make sure you are not laughing hysterically as you try to capture the opposite person's attention. It's pathetic and makes you look ditzy. And more importantly YOU ARE ANNOYING THE HELL OUT OF PEOPLE LIKE ME.
Worse; as I am me I tend to confront people about how annoying they are to me and then afterwards we all feel bad. You feel bad because I publicly humiliated you. I feel bad because you are publicly humiliated.
Oh wait. I don't feel bad.
Why am I saying this? Because while I was doing my iLecture these innocent eyed freshers would not shut the hell up. If I can hear you over my BTP lecturer you are too f%$king loud. And your not so fresh anymore either. Its the end of the year and you've been exposed to the lies of student life.
It always, always concludes the same way.
Fresher 1 (boy): Hey, hows it going?
Fresher 2 (girl): OMG good! Did you see X before? His girlfriend is like so b*tchy. Like no one even really likes her.
Fresher 1: Like yeah! *twirls his dyed long hair*
Fresher 2: HAHAHAHHAHAHA You're so funny.
Fresher 1: Do you know Z? Is he around today?
Fresher 2: Like I dunno. But Z's gf is just sitting over there studying.
Fresher 1: So like when do you finish all your exams? LIke we should totally catch up after exams?
Fresher 2: Like next week after my exam. I need to study so much though.
Fresher 1: Like me me too.
Alan: Hey! Can you please lower your voices or move? It's a library and some people are trying to study.
Fresher 1 and 2: *lower eyes*
Guy sitting Next to me: You did it so politely. Why didn't you just say: "Shut the f%$k up" They were way too loud 2 minutes ago.
Alan: You always must be polite. Always.
Guy sitting Next to me: Too polite.
Fresher 1 and 2: *Silently slink away*
This nonsense has GOT to stop. HOW? And if you read that and thought it was fine. Think about volume levels.
The biggest perpetuators of this crime are ditzy fresher girls wearing too much makeup. Say it with me: SUNLIGHT
Why do people not understand this idea of being considerate to other people? Is it really that hard to understand how disruptive a conversation like that can be? And all the warning signs and glances people make. Take a hint and shut up.
I don't care anymore about coming across as arrogant or rude for breaking "social harmony". All that nonsense about Asians and Confucian values goes down the drain with me. I am a Traditional Asian Blending Western Values into my Core Beliefs. Or as I would like to call it: TABWeVaCoBe. Prounounced as Tab-wee-var-co-bee.
TABWeVACoBe value silent harmony.
Silent harmony > Social harmony
As a TABWeVaCoBe, I just wanna smash their heads into the keyboards and then blend the keyboards and make them drink it. Then maybe blend them and make Shirley drink it. Then she can vomit it back up and I'll sell it at some dodgy Asian hawkers in KL.
And another thing Fresher if you ever read this. Your hair looks crap when you bleach it like that. Everybody is laughing at you.