november is my new birthday month

thanks for the celebration guys.
as usual, i didn't know it was my birthday. and as usual, manny is good at sucky lying. last time it was mints, this time it was i had stuff to do at home. wad stuff? stuff lah. that is so un-manny. very wayne, but un-manny, but still i didn't suspect anything cos it was supposed to be gummy's birthday celebration.

anyways, pitstop was great. cos its empty and yu can scream and laugh for all yu're worth without feeling too idiotic. i hate brainy games that require common sense, cos i really do have none. poor lynn had to pair with me for cranium and lose cos i spelt jettison as jettinson. hah.

steamboat after was good too, though i've decided i'm not a fan of ma la. tmd chili oil impermeates all the floaty cooked stuff, esp the white fishcakey thing with a hole in the middle. that hole is a perfect spot for chilli flakes, oil and seeds to collect la!!! and once yur chopstick is polluted with chili oil, there's no turning back cos yu can't pollute the chicken soup side or yu'd get fucked by the non-chili people for burning their tongues.

after that we wento wayne's house as usual, cos its the only house with alcohol.
manny and me were the first team to arrive, and we decided to do martian hellos to all the cars passing wayne's house, just for fun and cos we're weird. it was manny's idea really.
and later, i won $1.80 at holdem. my first win!

btw, thanks manny for the lifts to and fro!
i like the driving-manny, cos she gets angry and actually gave someone the finger!!!!!
"road rage is fun when yu're the one doing it" or smtg like that. haha!
but she says only to do it in situations when yu won't have to stop or the person can come out and bash yu up.
i say, do it anytime anywhere! especially when yu're in a pissy mood. great therapy for the angsty soul.

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one week of sgh o&g is over, and wayne always gets the weird ass funny tutors.
le coq has a kennethmak aura, rat baby hair, a sharp mean tongue and funny-ass comments so that though he's pwning the crap out of yu, yu just can't help but laugh like shit.

i was assisting an op by le coq after my tutor abandoned me (and pissing my pants cos i really dont know how to assist), and then i was told to suction while he cauterised.
so i suction the blood lah.
MO said, no suck the smoke.
so i suction the smoke lah.
but the stupid smoke wouldn't disappear into the sucker, and kept spiralling up uncontrollably. so i chased the fucking spirals with the sucker. after alot of me shaking of the sucker all around, lecoq couldn't stand me anymore and said "just hold it still at the start, don't wave it around like a wand!"
zomg pwned.

for the last op, wayne and me were assisting. it was the finishing bit of stitching up the rectus sheath and everyone was carefully retracting silently for my tutor to get a good view of the rectus sheath. then suddenly a loop of bowel popped up through gap in the sheath, and wayne said: ooh.
immediately everyone turned to him, and lecoq said: what, why?
wayne: er, nothing.
lecoq: yu are always making inappropriate noises.

!!!!??!?
after just 1 week together, i wonder what made him say always.
wayne must really suck, haha.

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otherwise, sgh is really pretty boring. filled with garrulous harpy climacteric incontinent fogies.
gawd, i hate o&g for painting a bleak future for all ladies.
apart from the occasional sweet heart warming birth (which inadvertently comes with ALOT of pain, so really what is the cost-benefit ratio?), all we have are pms, dysmenorrhea, menorrhagia, contraception (which are all pretty gross in terms of side effects, except maybe yasmin. but i still say stick to the stupid condoms lah), becoming a whale, abdo distension, cysts fibroids endometriosis adenomyosis CIN 1 to infinity and omg dont even talk abt the climacteric

argh

pringle

O&G write up is the sickest bastard of them all.
freaking tedious guidelines to adhere to, like a freaking SOP of writeups. ugh.
i'm finally done with procrastinating and finally done with the damned piss of shit writeup!
frickin 10 pages!? sick lah.

and i only just realised that there's QnA tmr, at 730am no less.
gawd. lucky wayne save my balls.

argh i wanna watch my hbo lah. sian

first up,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTINE SIEW!
frickin 21! :)

bet it was great fun, tell me what yu did for celebrations!!

sorry didn't wish yu or anything on yur birthday itself, was on call and delivering babies with the same bday as yu!!!!
had to resist being totally out of point and telling every mother that her baby has the same birthday as my sister. haha!

oh and i'm not going jay chou lah! no free tickets, no $, and i haven't been following up on him so don't know his latest songs. cui ah.

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and so we traditionally ended our kkh posting with a sickly late day, and again its cos of the same tutor: cardio wong. gawd, some 1hour plus waiting, and just for his autograph. wtf, some movie star prof. but he is really so freaking funny- hiding elusively in the interconnected rooms of the cardio clinics, and when i finally caught him and showed him how many of us were waiting for him, his response: i'm dead.

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man i miss paeds, and i'm seriously so sick of vaginas.
not that i've seen that many.. but seriously, a lifetime of yur head between someone's legs at the (usually) hairy ccb. especially colpo, got vinegar marination somemore!! smelly and boring. everytime i see those spread legs in clinic, i cannot get over thinking about whether the woman cleaned up well if she wento the toilet before clinics. and then i involuntary hold my breath and self-asphyxiate a little. like as though the asphyxiating ride to kkh (recall the pwning route of 67 thru little india and geylang) isnt enough to kill my brain cells. in retrospect, hengsai that today's UG had only G and no U, cos i think vagina plus piss would seriously be point of no return. even if mr metrosexual running the clinic was wearing any cologne, i think i might still have died.

anyway enough whining, what is more worth blogging about was OSCEs!
in case yu're a nerd, no la not tips la!!
osces are the only fun bit in o&g. cos we have awesome actors like wayne and randal, who just love pretending to be girls and pwning each other. and we have tutors who are both disgusted and tickled by the rotbish we say cos we just don't freaking know wad to say. and for me, also cos no need to see and smell vaginas.

re-enactments may not be exact words, cos i think some memory cells died while i was asphyxiated.

1) wayne vs ran #1
wayne as a girly: doctor, how! will i be able to have children? cos... cos.. i'm in love with this guy! (in the true spirit of playhouse(m2) eh).. and he expects alot from me! .. how!

wayne as a girly: doctor, can yu explain ALL the blood results to me? like, why do i have testosterone!!! am i a guy!

2) wayne vs irene chua (the patient)
patient: doctor, how can i still have retained POC after my abortion?? can i sue my previous gynae who did the op? how can this happen!!

wayne: well, that's because, yu didn't come to me!!!!!

3) me vs irene chua (the con)
con: how do yu stitch up the uterus?

me: (from wayne's hint) 2 layers

con: always 2 layers? wad about 1 layer? what if i'm the best surgeon and i can do it just as well in 1 layer?

me: well.....(and everyone thought i was going to say something intelligent cos i took so long trying to think).... that's great.

ok maybe after typing it out, it don't seem so funny anymore. but maybe we would do a live re-enactment if yu ask lah.
aiyah, there are lots more funny things, but after typing irene chua's name, all i can think about is choon keok and the handphone ringtone.

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yesterday, i assisted delivery of a chindian baby. damn sweetie couple, after the delivery when most husbands just cf the baby and ignore the poor beached-whale mother, this guy actually kissed his wife on the forehead and said i love you. although he did noob the process when the woman is already G2P1.. i admit i almost puked, wished i wasn't there, felt super intruder and pretended to be fixated on the CTG that wasn't recording anything. but still, it was a damn sweet sight. and is also probably the reason why women scream their fucking lungs out that they can't take the freaking painful contractions anymore, wanna die, and enough! no way no more kids! but in 2 years, zomg, there they are lying in the labour ward once again. women are such suckers for love.

anyway, the baby was cute. it had an indian head and a chinese body! hahahaha.
no lah, it just looked that way cos of the congestion from prolonged 2nd stage after head out. heehee. ponzi, don't laugh at me lah. i lack sleep, but not really that retarded.

so anyway, i have decided: C-section for me!!!
tmd potentially 10 hour labour that may convert to c-section? hell no!
but then again, i might have to eat my words next time lah. but for now, its C-section. and i think epidural fucking hurts, just freaking GA me lah.

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sianz, i still got irene chua's hp ringtone in my head, better get lost now before the rumination takes over!

this is an understatement,

but i really really fucking hate playhouse.

its 2am, and i have painstakingly gone thru abt 50 dinosaurs, 3o flocks of geese, 20 owl hoots, 5 crickets, 50 knocks, 20 whooshes, 40 squawking birds, 20 drumrolls and 10 fanfares. plus searched like crap for tribal bullshit, reggae nonsense, an eerie witch song, a french song and a LION DANCE SONG.
gawd, i am downloading stuff like chariots of fire, wong fei hong, la vie en rose...

wtf!!!!

oh, and did yu know that the survivor theme song is ancient voices? WERT.

and i must say the flocks of geese are the fucking most irritating things ever.
owl hoots come in a close second.

honestly, why am i going thru such crap?
sound does not even fucking get any recognition or award.

fuck.

oh well, at least wayne's got it worse than me.
oh but if we win, at least he gets something.

anything wrong with this picture?

i am once again addicted to the reality bitch fight crap that is america's next top model.

so, 2 week holidays! and the first few days have been spent watching america's next top model and grey's anatomy online.
it really pisses me off when some episodes are not available!! like yu watched 18, but 19 is not available. so do yu just go on to 20 or wad!? cos if yu go onto 20, yu missed some bits and cant completely get it. (though they do have the irritating "previously, on grey's anatomy" that previouslys till damn long ago) and it would be completely cock to watch 19 again if yu do manage to get yur hands on it, cos yu alr know the future.. but at the same time yu are just damn gian and just wanna watch all the episodes nownownow!!!
argh, SSRB!!!! I NEED YU LAH!!! come back from tioman and supply me with shows! :)

kkh paeds is shit BUSY. a whole tower of patients, but no time to clerk cos we're just packed with tutorials. our crazy group rep is trying to break his record of 5 tuts in a day. -_-!!

a typical day in kkh goes like this:

morning asphyxiating ride in 67 with the china and bangla workers. (i not racist ah, i also got say chinese smelly. but bangla more smelly.)
breakfast is either macs or mr bean (life's simple pleasures). its hard for the auntie in me to choose between them, cos both have coupon. and both can be $2 only. i usually go for tuna pancake with super soya milk cos it gives the illusion of healthyness, and i like to sit in the sunbean area and watch unkles train agvs/kids running ard.
then its a blur of tutorials, the occasional clerking, waiting for the f slow lifts, laughing at ben for still being noob at directions in kk (aiyoh, haven't been to the wards!!), watching cute babies sleep, watching kids pretending to be each other's dog by tying toilet paper ard their necks like a leash, ph33ring the fretful child, watching a NAI-kid squeezing milk bottle milk all around his cot and considering lifelong contraception, checking out potential hot mats in the making/the occasional hazmat (so wad if i like brownies. white chinks just dont do it for me if yu can't already tell), being ks-ed by chiongsters, looking for green dots (in my desperate search for the elusive green dots, even the blue dots start looking like green dots), searching in the secret ward, stealing air con from the homo room, smelling prima deli waffles as my GPRS, choping raptor as my slurpee buddie on wednesday, getting KILLLed by our cardio tutor ( I KIILLL YOU), building rapport with khai:), getting pwned by daprof (2h standing tutorial on guessing game), watching the mantennae in action, losing my eyeballs in my head at wayne's CIC "joke" ("" cos i don't even count it as a frickin joke, can't even make the status of lame joke).....

that's why i'm so tired i can hardly blog.

and so ends my prawn story.


and, i think balls of fury is nice!
maggie q is hot-daym as usual, and the fat guy is just plain funny. we think his funnyness is partly cos of his fatness. haha.
i give it --- a salty popcorn and a coke! cos that's wad i had during the movie.

there's a new season of survivor! survivor:china.
gawd, now that's some tough shit to survive if yu ask me.
way before the cardboard paos came out, i wento china and had coke that tasted like soya sauce.


anyway, our neonate tutor looks like bellatrix lestrange.

damn disturbing lah. seeing her with the little babies in icu and in my head i keep hearing her going "weetle weetle potterrrr...."

bryan got to book out today, and he didn't even tell me till he was already out and it was late.
but that's ok.

then he said he was going zouk with his friends, cos its ladies night so there will be babes everywhere.

oh wtf, i sure feel great rotting at home doing my favourite part of the posting - the fucking writeup.

oh fuck la, i am having eternal pms this month.

my current favourite quote : stickers on the wall!!!

but nothing can beat my beloved ngtzekiat's what did she say?

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anyways, day 1 of new posting. and seriously, ophthalmology is bad for my eyes.

i started the day rubbing my eyes cos i was sleepy, and i ended up poking my eyeball with my very long nail.

then i wento the clinic, and the doctor immediately asked me to do millions of fundoscopys and even let me use the slit lamp. like wtf!?!
i can't even freaking remember how to use the fundoscope, so i ended up doing the scope peering from like half a metre away, till i saw the doctor in the opposite room doing it like nose to nose with the patient. then i was like oh my god now i remember. and half the time i couldnt see shit, and just fakied him with alternating 'yah i can see the disc! but its fuzzy.' and 'i can't see anything but black spots'. which are all partially true lah..

unfortunately i got caught in a lie when a ahmah with cataracts came, and he asked me 'did yu see the red reflex'. i forgot all about doing the red reflex cos i was close to asphyxiation from not breathing while nose to nose with the ahmah. so i just quickly said 'YAH! I SAW!' which was a gg. cos apparently cataracts=red reflex is dulled/got opacities blacking it out.

so after that i decided to be honest and blind the patients with the bright lights in my numerous attempts to see the damned disc. and i really saw them, but i ended up with super dry eyes from not blinking in case the stupid disc suddenly disappears.
the asphyxiation is really killing me too. cos we're like so close that i don't wanto breathe on the patients, though they just blatantly breathe all over me. once i really almost died so i had no choice but to let my breath out thru my nose in gentle little puffs, and the patient pushed me away!!!! quite violently!!! wtf!!!!
the slit lamp is worse. its damn hard to move plus im terrified i'll poke the patients eye out with some bit of the machine. so i ended up examining the ahmah's lower eyelid instead of the eye.
i am so not for ophthalmology.

the doctor was super onz, keep spouting stuff like 'perfect beautiful amazing superb' all over the place. he dragged me to see lasik surgery, which was uber. cos each takes like 15minutes, and i heard yu get like thousands of bucks for it. ker-chinggg!!!!
most of the time in the room i was just really pleased that i got to wear the blue doctors hat :) like, finally rid of the fucking white bathroom cap!!!

the uber enthu doc was gonna drag me around for more crazy eye shit if not for wayne (squirming around like a worm looking for babes with his divergent squinty eyes) ran into the both of us. after realising 4 friends are waiting for me, i was released. oh phew. i have never, and probably will never, be so glad to see wayne.

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for some non-nerdy stuff.

go catch knocked up!





it is really fucking good.
when i was in cali, it was being advertised all over the place as the most hilarious comedy this year. and the one night stand to own all one night stands. all that advertising shit lah. plus its from the people who did forty year old virgin. and it has katherine heigl! (aka izzy the babe doctor from grey's aka the alien sister in roswell)
so when we couldn't get tickets for harry potter (fucking juveniles overcrowding vivocity), we caught knocked up!
best comedy we've watched since like telladega nights and borat. both have ali g that's why their funny. :)
anw it's really funny. and it totally highlights the differences between guys and girls. seriously, cos bryan and me were laughing at different parts sometimes. so, something for everyone. if yu're bisexual then its yur lucky day, can laugh like fuck all the way through. its M18 so plenty of boobs and even a vagina for the horny boys. and its 2h+ long! comedies are seldom that long i think. damn value for money lah, some more got safra discount. haha shit so auntie.

i know underhype is the way to go, but shit i really find the show really damn good lah.
i am so gonna buy the dvd!!

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ok now i have to go read wikipedia on diabetic retinopathy before i get screwed tmr.
i am probably going to do smtg stupid instead (eg. blogging, like now), but heck at least i tried.

patient of the day

doc: explaining post op analgesia options. aiyah, boring stuff that no one wants to know la, except nerd med students like maybe me to increase knowledge to prevent rape by evil tutor.

pt: aiyah doc yu choose lah. and after i sleep, yu can do whatever yu want to me, i don't care. so long as i wake up, i'm still in singapore, and not in heaven. or hell.

lucky i wearing mask, if not he can see me giggling.

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i am relatively glad this damned lonely posting is ending soon.

life in singapore, in pictures


axis bar at oriental for post-holiday catchup

i am proud to have the tannest face. FINALLY i am the tannest in a group of people.
anw, notice wayne is wearing a cool transformer shirt. everytime he wears it he will do a robot dance, serious. bug him enough and he will do it for yu.


and then, its back to school

mugger manny is extremely glad to be back in school :) ...not!

sushi tei. where i was almost forced to eat edamame. fucker wayne.

anyone spot a banshee in the background?

marmalade pantry and canele with 2 skinny twigs.

good dinner, good dessert and good company make a good end to a not as good week.
anw, olivia, we missed yu! i especially miss laughing at yur slowness :)

anw, i feel weird, cos minjia is working already. like, real working. not lame stuff like tuition and waitressing to earn extra cash. but doing real work that actually involves stuff yu learned in school as a real adult with real salary (salaries below $1000/month while temping don't really count as real mah..) i feel like a kid, cos i still have 2 years of school. :(
next year will be weirder, cos more people will graduate. that includes my sister!! who is younger!! and then when she officially completes her studies in the same year as me, she will have masters!! and what do i have? only mbbs. oh no, i am cui. :(

to up the weird factor, next week we are going to the mortuary.
freakydicky! i still remember when i first entered med school, some idiot told me that all medical students must spend one night locked in the mortuary to qualify. wtf, i actually kinda believed it. what an idiot.
damn, i kinda hope there will be interesting autopsies. but only kinda, cos its mean. cos for interesting autopsies to happen, people will have to die in interesting ways.
anw, i predict it will stink, which hopefully will help my pseudo-diet. cos i don't feel like puking all over myself (minjia, smtg familiar? heehee don't pao-box me)

ok enough crap. out!

because yu don't need talent if yu have a twin!

ping: hey pong!
pong: hi. .. ..
ping: pong, why yu look so glum?
pong: i just got my driving license...
ping: then yu shd be happy what!!!
pong: i know, but, they gave me an F in sex..

i love ping and pong!
and i think pong is the stupider one. but i have to listen to more adventures of ping and pong to conclude.

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everyday i wake up wishing i would see palm trees against the bright blue sky, and walk out into california sunshine with breezy wind blowing so its not that hot. then just chill and bum the day away with my mum and sis in some cafe/park/by the pool, or do idiotic touristy things. and have good american food and shopping, and later at night, good american tv.

but everyday i wake up and see ugly angsana or wadever shit tropical trees and hdb blocks obscuring the blue sky which somehow just ain't the same shade of blue as the california sky i admired everyday. and i realise i have to trudge 15 damned minutes to the mrt, and by then i'd be drowning in sweat cos the damn weather here just fucking sucks. then squeeze with all the rest of the stupid morning rush hour crowd for a 45 minute train ride to buona vista. after which i spend close to eternity waiting in the queue for the NUH shuttle, which happens to be inches away from the very smelly public toilet and surrounded by hazardous construction. then its hours upon hours of mostly shit boring pathology lectures and i'm frickin stuck in the damn first row. when the day is finally over, its another hassle of reversing the journey i made to school. the only bright bits of the day is talking cock with friends and the uber lunches we've been having - marutama ramen with seasoned egg and grilled cha siu, superdog and botak jones western so far. and with sgh coming up next week, it can only get better! maxwell curry rice, that nice chinatown foodcentre (honglim? dunno la), maybe central again (central has shitloads of good food, but unfortunately the carpark involves a winding spiral of hell and is damn bloody expensive la)

i miss california and my twit sis alot.
i wanto be back there where the sun is already shining when i wake to pee at 545am, but only sets at 8pm. all this relative lack of sunlight is making me fatigued and lethargic. ok, way past my usual 8pm bedtime. goodnight.

caroline siew -- [noun]: A human transformer (Robot in disguise) 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

HAHAHAHAHA
fucking funny!!

WAYNE YAP, if yu read my blog, BOW DOWN TO ME!
i frickin am a transformer!!!!!
WTF!!!

angst

just how weird is it that i fucking bring our applications to california to send cos it just makes more sense to send a piece of mail in the country of destination... AND MY FUCKING MAIL IS LOST!
some 3-4days, MY ASS! its been frickin 3 weeks and 3 days!
ugh, just let the damn mail get sent!

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i was supposed to check my mail to see if my sister helped me check up on my stupid mail. checking my mail took me less than a minute, but i ended up wasting a whole shitload of time propoking people on facebook and graffiti-ing their walls. ZOMG, wtf is wrong with me!

i should be reading up abt the damned liver and biliary system for owning aileen wee tmr!!!

be on time or be left behind


i almost missed my flight home from LA. which would really not be a bad thing actually, cos i'm already fucking missing california and my twit sister.
major pangseh by super shuttle fuckers and the famous major uber crazy los angeles rush hour jam doesn't make yu feel too good when its 530, yur flight is at 915, but yu dont know how the fuck yu gonna get there.
but thank God for people's taxi, and carpool lanes. i love carpool lanes. it just makes me wanna flash my middle finger and hold up a 'see ya suckers' sign to those losers stuck in the huge jam. HAHA.

this near miss reminds me of philly 3 years ago, when there was a major jam from jersey to newark. which resulted in us really nearly missing our flight home and me peeing in the middle of the fucking highway. my gift to america :)

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previously, americans used to think singapore is a paddy field in china.
but they have a new updated version now.

taxi driver: so where yu guys from
me: singapore
taxi driver: no, i mean like city, yu know. like south korea?
me: no, not south korea. singapore
taxi driver: OH! south pole?
me: WTF?!?!?

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anyways, california was great.

from the san francisco trolleys to shamu in san diego and meeting up with xinyi in beautiful la jolla to the freeway shootings of los angeles.

yes, FREEWAY SHOOTINGS! 2 freeway shootings on the same highway in just 1 week! isn't LA awesome. it used to be drive-by shootings, but now upgraded already. bam, shoot the chappy dead on the freeway, the car go mad and out of control and smash into other cars and the highway divide. UBER. straight out of the movies or GTA man.

daym. i miss the weather, the palm trees (my obsession. i have like a million photos of purely palm trees), the slopes of san francisco that give yu breathtaking views of the city (but not the evil slopes of san diego that give yu claudication), navigating those slopes while hanging out of a cable car, the beautiful double bridges of san fran: 1 silver 1 gold, the smeally sea lions and seals, the san diego sun that is almost completely responsible for my burn tan, seaworld!, the beautiful beaches with awesome surfing waves, the san gabriel mountains in the background that my sister's friend thought was an elaborate backdrop hahaha, the glitz and glamour feel of hollywood and the uber residential areas with no pavements so nobody is allowed to walk in the neighbourhood, poking my head around trying to spot a twiggy celebrity on rodeo drive, the fantastic american shopping (some summer sale), the uber food (in-n-out burger!! IHOP!!)...
its never ending.
i just miss that california vibe and the general feel of a holiday.
oh, and of course, my rocket scientist sis.
I MISS YU ALREADY LITTLE TWIT!

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i can't sleep cos its 10am in california now!
photos soon, once i get them from my twit sis.
probably take 1 year, cos of the millions of palm tree photos :)

on the golden gate bridge

haha, i love this sign!

california is awesome! :)

california, here we come


take a break from this shit,





to daydream about this!












to the home of palm trees, beaches, bridges, theme parks, druggies, drive by shootings, shamu the whale, in and out burger, hollywood and twiggy celebrities....

i love.

omg, can't hardly wait!

its 5.29am on a sunday morning and i'm awake.

i know, wtf right?
the only time i'm awake like that is fucking last minute chionging for exams.

but chill, today is different.
i fucking watched episodes 19, 20 and 21 of heroes. from 2am till now.
frickin uber.

and daym, i can't help it but i love peter petrelli.
milo ventimiglia is my new johnathan rhys meyers.

awesome!

my twit of a sister is back! :):):):)
and she's off to a good start - she has spent her first 12h in singapore eating and sleeping.
some holiday.

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i have decided that all kumars are funny people.
prof kumar, (harold and) kumar, and singapore's tranny kumar...
i have yet to know a kumar who is not funny.

so abt prof kumar. this is what he said today abt a hill-sach's lesion:

"the lesion will never go away! the legacy (of the 2 idiots hill and sach) will last forever!" at least 3xtimes in different variations.

i am inspired to name something cool after myself.

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i'm freaking sad now, cuz tmr marks the beginning of 3xweeks of shit at sgh.
my word.

and its freaky dicky weird cos wayne manny me and koekoe and gummy are all gonna be back at sgh. all together, just like we were exactly 1 year ago.

anyway, daym, i think i'm gonna dream of maxwell curry rice tonight.

the already very fucking thin line between love and hate is being stretched exceedingly thin.
and i know its going to snap. just waiting for it to.


and yes, i am in one of my "dear God, make everyone die" moods. so fuck off and leave me alone.

what do yu do when yu've got diabetes and chronic foot ulcers that put yu in and out of hospital so many times yu cant even make it to the outpatient appointments let alone check out babes along the streets like a wayne?

the power of desperation.

med student: ok byebye i going for tutorial
mr c: eh wait, how will i contact yu
med student: contact me for what
mr c: gimme yur number la
med student: wth, no. what for, don't want la.
mr c: make friends la..
med student: no, i have a boyfriend.
mr c: don't bluff, yu where got boyfriend.
med student: -_-" wth. i have la.
mr c: ok, then wad abt the short pale girl beside yu just now.
med student: she has a boyfriend.
mr c: ok, then wad abt the shorter pale girl beside her just now.
med student: she has a boyfriend too.
(sensing that this is gonna go on for awhile with the girls getting shorter and paler)
med student: aiya, all the girls yu saw have a boyfriend la. byebye.

anonymity has been preserved. so no one can fucking sue me! haha

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i am getting increasingly sad that times up soon at cgh.
daily hitching a hike. yes i am a bitch to make wayne pick me, but what to do when cgh is too far to walk, but too near(1 bus stop) to spend 90 cents on? (90 cents cuz i never top up ez link so when pay cash is 90cent, not 65cent)
15 minute ward rounds with most time spent following up in ward 0. i think wound inspection trumps palpation for abdomen is soft, non tender.
daily breakfast, with settler's after.
good lunch sometimes at places like popeyes and manny's uber dumb bryani [ i am purposely spelling it wrong so it looks like dumb bryan :) ]
early day and lift home for grey's/sleep/tv
niiiice!

and i am completely dreading sgh cos of the epitome of evil manny and me experienced during csfc.
i'm sensing lots of maxwell curry rice, TC4, maybe some margio gokart (i really wanna play that!) and home for sleep.

anyways, for a quick update on life since i have not been blogging
wayne has the galloping consumption
manny and me spread him the TB from our mantoux test
and i am addicted to settler's of catan.
damnit! i must win one fucking game before leaving cgh

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and finally, to sum up 3 weeks of ortho in the words of a wise hsien pa:

"all you need is a little bit of strength, and half the intelligence of a bull"

hsien pa is the new osler. some quotable quotes!

$237 poorer

at a secret salon:

before - monster hair

during



after!


this photo is actually damn fugly, cuz i rushed back from peeing after holding for 3 hours, and i look like shit.
but oh well, focus is on the hair!


yami yoghurt after

niiiice.

random pellets of shit.

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today, i woke up at 730. at 740, a little moron called me. at 750, i was at cgh.
i absolutely fucking love cgh.

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did yu know that sawed bone smells different from burnt flesh char siew style?

strangely, manny gets hungry smelling burnt flesh and sawed bone in the ot.
thank god i'm mostly made of fat, or manny will have alr eaten me 0_0

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today, team ortho dint teach me shit.
but i got a lesson on the food chain.

in to OT changing room, looking at the caps-
random nurse : see this blue one, its for the doctor
manny and me : oh, ok
random nurse : see this green one, its for the nurse
manny and me : oh, ok
random nurse : see this white one ( look like flimsy shower cap one), its for yu
me : talk about being scum :(

and later in the OT, some random silent brooding doctor was trying to wear his sterile gown. so i thought i would be nice and go help tie the ribbons, even though i have completely forgotten how to do it. but wayne kept prodding me to go help and be useful. so i ran up, and he fucking rejected me in favour of the OT technician!!!!!! OMGOMGOMGOMG
seriously, talk about being scum.
i pay $18000/year to be scum. wtfwtfwtfwtfwtf.

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From: wayne

Experience Mahjong madness @ ministry of wayne 6th april. Doors open at 5pm. One for one drinks till midnight. Bring a babe and get in for free. Carol is onz.

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doors open at 5pm, but go earlier than 6 and yu'd see wayne naked in his room changing.
the only one for one we had was canadian pizza 2-4-1.
and babe or not, his maid will let yu in la.

anw, that made a really good friday.
with koekoe the meowf, dj tetanus and zzong
mahjong was the main focus, but its the quotable quotes that made the night.

as the night goes on and zzong gets damn seh, he goes abit nutz.

zhong : eh cat eat bird! [enthusiastically pointing at the cat flower tile and the one bamboo tile (the bird) like a calvin and hobbes. he trying to get 10cents for flower bite]
all of us ignored him
zhong : eh!! cat eat bird!!
all of us : -_- wtf?? then, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!!!

wayne : zomg.
zhong: eh, can yu say it without the z?!? yu are zo irritating la!

towards end of game when everyone is calling alr.
zhong : eh, FRESH!
at the same moment liana : eh from now on must bao fresh alr leh..
wayne : GAME!
koe and me : omg... yu know its fresh then why the hell yu go and put down.......

wayne when he wants to gang : pong gang!
wayne when he wants to gang but under pressure cos zhongyang taking tile alr : PANG PANG PING PANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
note: there is not a single gang in his screaming.

me : wayne yap, yu are the most irritating person that i do not hate!
zhong : but is he more irritating than the least irritating person that you hate?
me : wtf?
zhong : is the least irritating person that you hate more irritating than the most irritating person that you don't hate?
me : wtf? there are too many irritatings!!!
zhong : out of all the people that yu hate, think of the least irritating person among them. then is wayne more irritating?
me : huh. but i hate too many people.. and they are all irritating..

me (after destroying wayne's tile tower) : am i the most irritating person that yu hate?
wayne : yu are... EH? FUCK! FUCK!
us : HAHAHAHAHHA
wayne : shit, that was a good one. cos if i say i dont hate yu, yu win. if i say yu are not the most irritating person then yu also win. so yu win either way.
zhong : yup. so its a damned if yu do, damned if yu don't situation.

koe : (humming birthday song)
[i dunno why the hell she humming birthday song also]
zhong : who's getting married
koe and me : wtf??? its a birthday song la!
wayne : EH! i thought it was a wedding song too!!!

not forgetting the 18luohans and wayne's wonderful za hu.

anyways, great fun on a good friday!
hope we do it again soon.
but wayne needs to speed it up. freaking matrix slo mo whenever its his turn. haha ok now he's gonna kb me for kb-ing him. i hope he doesn't read my blog.
and koe needs to stop owning all our money!!!

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rewind... -- thursday

goh lee gan (on KFPs) : if the question says cross 3, its ok if yu cross 2 if yu don't know howto do. but if yu cross 4, then yu get a ZERO. cos yu don't understand english!!

after the damned family med test, we wento shoot em up. :)
as wayne would say, TCU TC4.
after completing TC2, we tried TC3. but it sucks. cos the machines all cui - gun cui and the screen damn small. so TC4 it is.. and omg its bloody mudda f fun! damn bloody shiok. some brand new addiction. but this time round its more expensive. $2 per game :( getting owned by the multi-screen challenge :(

zhong the beng and gummy the foo(l) ddr-ed. zhong is truly a beng, and gummy is truly a .... hahaha kidding! gummy the brave first timer attracted spectators like mr bean dancing in the french market cuz of her screaming and stomping. heehee. she is probably gonna revenge and describe my moronic ducking while playing TC4, so i better mention it myself first haha. but its not my fault la, TC4 too realistic la.. hahaha. unfortunately, despite really ducking in the game and also in real life, i still got killed pretty fast :( nasty.
manny danced too, after cutely practising on the floor first. heehee.

before that, we had korean food while discussing shit wiping/smearing/dabbing techniques.
and after that, we took pictures with a tuktuk outside a thai restaurant and a police car with prisoner pete.
don't we just act so much like 21 year olds? :)
some regression to childhood.

playground

tuktuk

ANTM

(pictures stolen from meowf the koe)
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today... is a fucked up shitty day. which is obvious since i'm freaking blogging like a loser on a saturday night.
my relationship is a fucking bipolar disorder. rapid cycling, mania, depression. whatever.

here's some forrest gump logic of mine:

life is like a pithole of shit that yu try to climb out of. and sometimes yu succeed, climbing till yu see some sunlight. those are the happy times. but then suddenly the shit yu're grasping to climb out of the shithole gives way, and then PLOOP yu fall into the shit again, and deeper this time. cos of gravity and force and all that physics nonsense. the higher yu are, the more yu fall, and the deeper yu land.
so should we just be content staying in the shithole instead of trying to get out? cos if yu try but yu fall, yu end up worse than before.

HAHAHA WHAT THE FUCK AM I SAYING. i do not make sense at all. my own philosophy is fucking completely confounding me!
fuck it! i'm done here.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!
:)

thanks guyz for the uber fun party


cafe iguana.
with the traditional idiotic hats that accompany my birthday



gummy painstakingly made me a nice card.



these cg mate bitches tricked me into walking all over clarke quay cos manny wanted to buy mints. wtf! i actually fell for that.

we got a bit mad even before drinks.


but wayne and randal decided to make things more mad. so they bought me 3 shots


unfortunately i was still sane..

so they got me some secret concoction that isnt even in the menu.



awhile after that, i wasn't very sane anymore.

uber fun birthday though
let the pictures show yu :)











more shots, cuz 1 for 1
check out isaac's big mouth - fucking scary. its actually why i'm posting this pic. haha



happy birthday to me again!

and happy april fools'
:) haha

GDFM

i will never understand why the fuck a posting like family med requires 4 fucking write ups. that's 1 per week. and if that's not uber enough, yu are a freak. how many variants of ideas concerns and expectations can there be. and how many times must i type diet modification mutual shared understanding exercise smoking cessation holistic approach. BALLS LA. don't ever get Hep B or yu'll be condemned to a life of this shit!!!!!!!

anw i am done with the fucking 3rd write up. one more week of this shit and I'M OUT!

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today, geriatric wannabe wayne flirted with the s11 auntie despite pretending like shit that he was terrified she would rape him. he almost sold his soul and balls for a kopi peng. that slut. haha

cough phlegm

every morning i sleep thru an NE trip from tampines-bedok reservoir-eunos-paya lebar-serangoon-angmokio. that's from one frickin interchange to the other balls! but damn good nap la. that is, as long as i get a good seat that ensures im safe from molesters. i slept and woke up 3xtimes and still hadn't reach yet lor. fuckin 1h6min bus ride.

anw, if yu think family med is slack - yu're wrong. ok la, no need to study till a few days before test. but the days are damn long la. bloody 830-5!?
if its damn bloody interesting till yu self impose crazy long hours like emed to see sliced up boys then that's acceptable. but this is like a see one, see all kinda thing. metabolic syndrome, URTI, dizziness (such a favourite really), somatization young males. aiya.. how different can it get. look around my neighbourhood can alr la.
and it may seem weird, but i am damn tired everyday. i think its cuz the need to look interested even though the clinic is mudda fuck boring is extremely exhausting.
anw, i think the lab queue is really a med students blood sucking dream. what better place to practice blood taking than an uber long queue of patients waiting to tew huit. they would be so grateful to end the wait they wont even scold if yu poke damn pain lor! at least i like to think that lar. :) but no i never go take their blood lar. too busy being bored.

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if there is one thing i learnt this posting, its that wayne shd do geriatrics.
cuz he is turning out to be quite the auntie killer. he appeased a kb auntie with a cutesy smile and he captivated the s11 drinks auntie who non-stop flirted with him, starting with his $50 change for the drinks. im quite happy abt that, cos it means when we eat at s11, no need queue for drinks alr!!! :):):):):):):):):)

nihilistic no more.

i am finally done with my emo-angst.
lovesick happiness is back. ok la, i'm not so disgusting. i'm just normal happy. won't have no mushy i love you i need you oh baby oh baby here, so chill.
and i must say i'm really grateful to have so many sweetie hunny friends who really do care. so thank yu to those who asked and listened and helped. :) aren't yu glad that now yu won't have to deal with my whinyness anymore?

now i must create a long blogpost to shift my angsty blogpost down. and also before stupid wayne reads it out loud to me. -_- he loves reading people's angsty blog moments back to them.
so anyway, what better way to do that than with disgusting amounts of pictures.

BENG'S BIRTHDAY - dinner at waraku
celebrated 1 week late on 17 march, but still, happy birthday partner!

and little xian and xinyi - we missed yu!
its disgusting that we have shrunk to 5 people!! eh, but still can make a team! haha.



uber long queue at waraku. lucky we were smart and wento queue before beng reached.



for equal photowhoring opportunities, i must put this picture even though its essentially the same as above. i also like manny's chipmunk smile :) haha





after a damn long wait, we got a window seat overlooking clarke quay and the river and all the ugly construction around it. but it was still nice la.
unfortunately i cannot find a picture of it! hint to manny and huiyi to send me pics!

ok now for food!
we were pigs and ordered the damn worth it set meals.
each set has both rice and udon. and only 16bucks lar.

huiyi's curry beef udon and chicken/egg rice.
i stole alot of the curry :)

luohan's sukiyaki nabe :) ok this is not a set meal. and the soup is so bloody salty it causes hypertension. but its damn nice la. i burnt my tongue stealing so much soup.

manny's hot plate sukiyaki with udon and rice.
checkout manny beating the egg to put on the hot plate. the hot plate is uber small, but the stuff actually cooks!


my pork cutlet with rice and udon. the sesame covered thing is some special sauce which is damn nice.

there is no picture of beng's food cos i think she destroyed it before we took a picture.

i think my food description skills need some improvement. maybe i should consider classes from gummyfool or the celebrity prawn. or maybe not.

after eating so much, we still went for dessert!
we wanted azabu sabo but the queue was so uber long, and the scoops looked damn small. so we wento coffee club instead for 2xbirthday cakes for beng. :)


tiramisu.


muddy mud pie.
(zhuan, muddy mud pie always makes me think of yu!)



group pic on the coffee club balls, with some sexy legs from beng and huiyi :)

anyways, i probably won't blog tmr, so this is an early
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO NG XINYI!!!!
all the way in san diego.
i bet yu're having shitloads of fun alr, and i bet yur birthday there is gonna be great!
i miss yu and yu kb-ing! heehee.
when yu come back, we shall have double birthday bash for yu and xiany alright?

and because i didn't blog in february cos of full-time mugger mode,
HAPPY (exactly 1 month) BELATED BIRTHDAY TO XIANY!!!!
its never too late.
and i shd know, cos i have lots of uber belated birthday celebrations, which i have yet to blog about.
but anyways, i miss yu too little xian. and have fun in beijing/beida/tibet/mongolia/shanghai/hangzhou/shuzhou/dalian
and whatever else crazy places china has if yu're going! and make sure yu're back in time for my birthday as yu said yu would! :)

ok that's some blogging overload. and now its back to my usual sunday tv marathons.

shit. tmr=angmokio polyclinic. and tmr i am group rep! nooo...

one last thing!
say this very fast:

she fill the small spoon full

and if yu can say it perfectly, please demo to either manny, wayne or me ok?