FiveTwoNine: Will you promise to stop coming if I don’t sleep?

You have to stop appearing in my dreams like that – with your newly bought bottle of Malibu rum and your offwhite shirt and jeans.

Of course I’d have said yes to your offer of being my… “regular permanent” drinking partner – I’d have said yes to anything to be able to hang out more with you – although I forcefully stopped the dream before you could finish your sentence – they say to quit while you’re ahead, eh?

(I don’t drink)

(Thanks for asking anyway)

(I’d have said yes)

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You have to stop appearing in my dreams.

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The soundtrack for Juno rocks!

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I love my super bright retro desktop wallpaper! <3

My parents are being amazed over some optical illusions somebody sent my dad through email. HAHA SO CUTE. :D

FiveTwoEight: I am a space explorer!

Eh I tell you this cannot go on because if I am any happier it will be pathological.

-_-

Anyway.

Wheeeeeee~!

(I say I am a space explorer because I am being really random and I am feeling really expressive and happy for no reason at all and space explorers seem to be happy people. You have no idea how liberating it is to be able to be as weird and random as you want without having to think of what other people think! If I had the time – stupid EoS – I’d be doodling although my art sucks and I’d be writing and I’d be photographing and I’d be scribbling that 50,000 word novel already. I don’t need NaNoWriMo to write! Pfft.)

(In short I am feeling really happy and nonsensical. XD Anybody who hasn’t tried being utterly nonsensical should give it a try! It’s horribly fun! XD XD XD)

-_-

I should get back to the icky gooey and leaky things now.

Toodle-oo! *hanky wave* :D

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One more reason to boost my happiness:

I was feeling rather demotivated by the icky gooey leaky things…

… BUT THEN IT IS RAINING NOW!!!!!!!!!!!

(therefore I am demotivated no more! :D)

<3 <3 <3 rain

Send a thunderstorm my way, eh? ;)

%@&: Alas, draw I can not.

I wish I had some sort of artistic talent ala Andre or Jho so that I could doodle.

The only traces of “artistic talent” I have manifest themselves in my writing – and words aren’t as easily misunderstood as people make them out to be. (Perhaps I am not good enough yet.)

The icky gooey leaky things are messing with my head.

Aye.

Peanut!

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Sometimes people do things to you so you won’t do the same things to other people.

C’est la vie, darling.

C’est la vie.

526: Stuck in a moment you can’t get out of

C. immitis A: “Um I think we’re gonna be stuck here for quite some time.”

C. immitis B: “-_- … Damn.”

This well-formed granuloma has a large Langhans giant cell in the center. Two small spherules of Coccidioides immitis are seen in the giant cell.

(picture from WebPath)

525: Rainbow Smiley Baby

*giddy with highness*There’s a warm fuzzy feeling where my heart used to be!

*communal “aww”*

(Haha nola. My heart’s always been in the right place – it’s just awol for the moment :P)

It’s like this aaaaaallllllllllllllll over again~!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Oh I knew you’d never disappoint me! ;) I’m sorry I was too emotionally unbalanced to recognise it just now. You don’t know how happy you make me.

*contented smile*

Rainbow smiley parade #3: the rainbow smileys seem to be reserved for you :P

:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)

PS. Hahahahahahahypocritehahahahahahaahah. *wipes tear from eye*

524: We can’t all be in forests every time a tree falls.

If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?

Yes, it does.

Sound doesn’t just fail to exist because you’re not there to hear it.

The world doesn’t revolve around you – the laws of physics apply themselves perfectly well without needing validation from anybody. I don’t get why some people are still unwilling to accept this fact and stop debating over things like these.

Sometimes you’re much smaller and insignificant than you think you are, and it only gets funnier when you adamantly deny it.

523; 5 = 2 + 3 + a lack of sleep

… and I quote, from Talley’s, verily:

#1 Some patients pass small amounts of formed stool more than three times a day because of an increased desire to defecate. The stools are not loose and stool volume is not increased. This is not true diarrhoea. It can occur because of local rectal pathology, incomplete rectal emptying, or because of a psychological disturbance that leads to an increased interest in defecation.

“Psychological disturbance” indeed. :S

Ok ok am supposed to be sympathetic and compassionate and empathetic and all that.

Poor … people. It must be hard for them.

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#2 The Dupuytren’s contracture was discovered by Baron Guillaume Dupuytren (1777 – 1835), Surgeon-in-chief at the Hotel-Dieu in Paris. A cold, rude, ambitious and arrogant man, he was called ‘the Napoleon of Surgery’. He saw 10,000 private patients a year.

Wa. A real life Gregory House leh… LoL.

-_-

Which leads me to think that in reality it doesn’t really matter if you’re obnoxious and have terrible bedside manners – as long as you’re really good at what you do, patients will still flock to you and you still get to help tons of sick people. Although if you’re apathetic and inhuman you’re probably not in the profession for the job satisfaction as much as the fame and fortune. But yala. You’re trained to be nice so your patients won’t file lawsuits against you and so that your future bosses won’t fire you and your chances of having a stable income is increased…

… which in turn, precipitates in me saying that being nice is a prerequisite – only for the mediocre.

(Although of course it’d be cool if you were a really good doc with a terribly pleasant demeanor. Haha. Kinda hard to be though ‘cos once you’re at the top of the metaphoric medical food chain it all goes to your head and things get warped out of perspective and more often than not, you think you govern the civilised world.)

See, this also goes on to prove that nice guys do finish last. Not because you get trampled all over by the bloodthirsty power-hungry competitive people with type A personalities – but because your only advantage over said tramplers is the ability to smile and care and genuinely mean it.

Haha, Hippocrates must be turning in his grave – don’t worry, I still promise to uphold your oath, Primum non nocere and all.

Wow. My first (blatantly) controversial post! (I apologise for sounding so jaded -_- this shouldn’t be how a 2nd year medical student sounds like – I SHOULD BE ENTHUSIASTIC AND RARING TO FACE THE WORLD WITH MY PRETTY METALLIC SEAFOAM GREEN STETHOSCOPE AND BRIGHTLY SHINING PENTORCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LET ME AT THOSE BACTERIA AND VIRUSES!!!!!!!)

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… Cannot la. I need sleep.

I PLEAD (TEMPORARY) INSANITY DUE TO LACK OF SLEEP.

*hysterical shriek of laughter*

PS. Don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine. I still love medicine. :D

PPS. Like, seriously.

PPPS. I wasn’t being sarcastic, by the way. OK STOP NEED TO SLEEP.

522 mirrored is 552

1. There is no fault in me having learnt “classical” instruments like the piano and violin before. That doesn’t make me rigid and unflexible in terms of music.
2. Stop acting like it’s a cardinal sin for me to have bought BuZz for so long and not taken any lessons until now.
3. It is not my fault that I have no problem being able to read notes.
4. It is also not my fault for having being in band for one year and knowing about things like tonguing. Do not act like I lie when I know about tonguing after you asked me whether this is the first time I am blowing the saxophone and I say yes. It is.
5. If you want to pay me a compliment by saying that I am a fast learner and I thank you, do not then proceed to say things like “oh, it’s not good news.” Because generally when people tell other people they are fast learners they are paying said person a compliment.

I don’t know what your problem is man. I am not patronising you when I am being genuinely interested in listening to what you have to teach me – even though you eventually find out that you are teaching me things that I already know.

Maybe you haven’t met anybody who knows stuff and is eager to rub it in your face before. -_-

It’s not like I haven’t tried to act… er… stupid also. :/

Haha. Whatever lah. This is ridiculous.

ON THE OTHER HAND – at least I am motivated to practice more – I AM NOT GOING TO BE AN INCOMPETENT SAX PLAYER IN FRONT OF YOU OK. DIE DIE ALSO WILL GIVE YOU PERFECT WORK EVERY WEEK SO YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SAY AGAINST ME. HMPH.

I will prove you wrong.

(Okla this is getting obsessive. HAHA I SHALL STOP NOW.)

521: I would like to say I’d be your canary in a coal mine but I’m sorry I won’t. (Long title inspired by Fall Out Boy’s long song titles.)

One of coal mining’s earliest systems for warning of the presence of methane gas, the canary in the coal mine, though low-tech, was extremely effective and rather easy to read: if the bird died, miners had to get out of the shaft. As coal mines became deeper, so did problems of ventilation.

Gas was an eternal problem in the mines, without adequate oxygen in the air, the miners would die.

The Solution: taking canaries into the mine. If the canary died, there was gas and the miners needed to leave the pit.

The bright yellow canary birds were an early coal miner’s life insurance policy. Carried below ground in cages, the animals’ highly sensitive metabolism detected methane and carbon monoxide gas traces that signaled potential explosions, poisoned air or both.

On their web site MSHA (Mine Safety Health Adminstration) says “Canaries were preferred over mice to alert coal miners to the presence of carbon monoxide underground…. For instance, when consumed by the effects of carbon monoxide, a canary would sway noticeably on his perch before falling.”

According to tests conducted by the Bureau of Mines, canaries were preferred over mice to alert coal miners to the presence of carbon monoxide underground, because canaries more visibly demonstrated signs of distress in the presence of small quantities of the noxious gas. For instance, when consumed by the effects of carbon monoxide, a canary would sway noticeably on his perch before falling, a much better indicator of danger than the limited struggle and squatting, extended posture a mouse might assume.

I came across canaries and coal mines first while reading Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere, and I thought that the coal miners tied a string onto the canary’s leg and relied on their (the canary’s) fantastic animal intuition and sense of direction and singing to lead the way through the torturous labyrinth of the mines la!

Mana tahu so the reality so much more morbid. -_-

This just shows how innocent and idealistic I still am. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Lesson of the day: Sometimes I am not as morbid as I would like to think. :P

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A year is an awfully long time… :/

(I am saying this partially because I mean it, and mostly because I hope that I am jynxing myself and/or something happens to prove me wrong – does consciously jynxing yourself work? Haha.)

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Cellotape = good stethoscope tubing cleaner! :D

(OMG. I hope I am not turning si lai ala Ho Wai. LOL.)

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Was having lunch with dad and saw this quote by Thomas Edison on the wall.

Dad: *teasingly* Who was Thomas Edison ah?
Me: *roll eyes* Inventor la……………
Dad: Of what?
Me: *mumble*light bulb……………..

HAHA. ANYWAY.

It was something about non-violence leading to the highest ethics which was the ultimate goal of all evolution and how unless we stop harming all living beings, we will still be savages.

HAH. I’m surprised that the idea of human beings being “fully evolved”, “highly ethical” beings was ever conceived.

We’ve been savages (by definition of aforementioned quotation) since the beginning of time – what makes you think we’ll stop being savages anytime soon?

520: My short post about nothing

Surviving off the shallowness of others (and being rather covetous of her pink gemstone bracelet – omgpink, pengsan) for my synthetic smiles because I am rather incapable of creating my own (shallowness).

Ahem.

Haha!

‘Tis a good day!

Time to get cracking!

(Need to get hands on some cellotape!)