This song reminds me of my childhood!
EOS 5 is finally over! Months, weeks, days and hours of crazy studying (and crazy time-wasting on stupid matters) was how I spent my life during the last bit of my time in IMU Bukit Jalil – well hopefully I don’t fail and have to repeat the cycle again for another month. Fingers crossed!
Prior to exams, I had many things in mind that I wanted to blog about but now it seems that the joyous post-exam mood has made me forget everything. Having the mind of a medical student sucks, at least mine sucks because I only remember things momentarily until after exams (but most are forgotten even before exams, right after studying them).
It’s raining so heavily outside now, so it’s a really good time to sleep. But before I go off, here’s something to think about:
Hannyee took this picture for me because she (and Kingston and Weisheng) said my left eardrum was inflamed. I don’t believe them and this picture doesn’t let me see shits anyway. Bah. So now I have to take their words for real since my left ear does feel weird and even though I choose not to believe what they said I haven’t the tympanic membrane of my own left ear so I have just to take their words as they are. Oh by the way, pardon the earwax.
And so here we are, after two and a half years of crazy time in IMU, we are going separate ways. All of us have come a long way in such a short amount of time.
Memories are funny. You can have in your brain two pictures next to each other: on the left you have yourself in the past and on the right you have yourself in the present. At the same time, you can feel all the things you have felt during the time between these two pictures. And the only thing that comes to your mind is: I’m glad I’ve come this far.
And that, is also one of the amazing things that God has given us to treasure.
EOS 5 is coming soon. Next week, to be exact and what the hell am I doing here blogging my time away, instead of mugging and driving myself crazy with this pile of notes:
And this pile is not inclusive of two other systems: Haematology and Cardiovascular.
If I were given a wish right now, I would wish that I could fast forward to the time I collect my results for EOS and find out that I pass!
Life sucks, sometimes.
If you have ever sat in my car before (to be correct, it’s not my car – it’s my dad’s), you may realise that I have this radio FM modulator and it plays songs from a USB thumb-drive or an MP3 player. When nobody except me is in the car (or when my close friends are also in the car), I will sing along to the songs I manually transferred to the thumb-drive and I sing them loud and proud, even with cracks in my voice or even when I can’t pull the notes.
Today, I updated the thumb-drive with quite a few dance hits (or songs with a more upbeat tempo) since I realised ages ago that the songs I had were all sad and emotional. I’d wanted to update the playlist ages ago but I haven’t got the will to do so until today when I finally couldn’t stand it – especially with EOS 5 in two weeks’ time, I really don’t want so much emotion going on in my car and paints the whole car’s internal environment sad.
I looked for a few songs online and came across many old dance hits that used to be my favorites in high school days. One of them were Bye Bye Bye by Nsync (hence the title!).
Then, at the back of my mind surfaced the reminiscences of high school days where I used to enjoy listening and singing to many songs by the popular boy bands at that time. They really helped to color my high school life in Malaysia, which otherwise would only be about studies, studies, and more studies. When I was in UK though, I was exposed to all sorts of bands like Keane, All American Rejects, Oasis, Green Day etc. Sort of balanced out my favorite music genres.
Of course, I have never been able to leave out Celine Dion. If you don’t understand how I love listening to her, neither can I understand how you don’t.
So here’s a tribute to all the songs that mean something in particular to me or I fall in love with:
Everybody
I Want It That Way
Larger Than Life
Get Down
Quit Playing Games With My Heart
Drowning
I Lay My Love On You
If I Let You Go
Swear It Again
Uptown Girl
Mandy
Unbreakable
Flying Without Wings
Bye Bye Bye
It’s Gonna Be Me
Truly Madly Deeply
I Knew I Loved You
Everyday I Love You
Picture Of You In My Mind
No Matter What
Words
That’s Why You Go Away
Take Me To Your Heart
You Took My Heart Away
25 Minutes
The Actor
When The Lights Go Out
One sixth of my playlist consists of her songs. That’s a huge proportion, if you’d ask me.
All By Myself
I’m Your Angel
My Love
Think Twice
Have You Ever Been In Love
That’s The Way It Is
Alone
Stand By Your Side
Because You Loved Me
My Heart Will Go On
Map To My Heart
I Got Nothin’ Left
AND MANY MANY MORE!!!
So, what about you? What songs remind you of your high school life?
I don’t intend to write another post whining about how exams are a huge pain in the ass but, EXAMS are really a GIGANTIC pain in the ass.
Let me share a joke with you:
Three men, A, B and C were stranded on an island. As if their fate was not bad enough, they were caught by a group of cannibals, who brought them back to see the cannibal chief. The chief was kind so he gave them two options: to be released but on one condition or to die and then be eaten.
Weighing his options, A thought that nothing could be worse than dying and then being eaten by a bunch of ugly-looking cannibals, so he chose to be released on one condition. So the chief said, “Good. Now here’s your condition: my men, please tie him up and flick his balls a hundred times then let him go!” Poor A had his balls flicked a hundred times and by the end of it, his balls were red and swollen and he could barely walk, but he was still glad that he was alive.
B was awfully shocked by the sight but he thought a hundred flicks on the balls were way better than dying so he chose being released as well and told the chief “I want to be flicked a hundred times on my balls and be released.” The chief laughed and replied “Says who you’re going to be flicked a hundred times on the balls? My men, tie him up and flick his balls TWO hundred times and release him!” At the end of it, B was barely conscious and his balls were bleeding, heavily swollen and blue in color. To make sure that B did not pass out, the chief ordered his men to splash cold water on him and as the cold water met the inflamed balls, B screamed and regained consciousness and walked away.
C thought that if he was to be flicked 300 times on the balls and then to be splashed with cold water, he might as well just die and save himself from all these troubles. So he bravely told the chief, “Just kill me. I want to die.” The chief was surprised and asked if C was sure about that. C said, “Yes. Very sure.” The chief said, “My men. Flick his balls until he dies. And I don’t like to eat humans who are not really dead. So splash cold water every time he passes out until he doesn’t wake up anymore!”
Okay, if you don’t find that funny, here’s another one (courtesy of Alicia):
A man was sent to hell and was asked to choose one out of three doors, behind which were the punishments he had to go through until the next person sent to hell would replace him. Behind the first door, there was a naked man behind held on a skewer screaming out very loudly as he was being burned alive with raging fire underneath. The man thought this was such a horrible punishment but there were two more doors, so he should see all of them first before deciding.
Behind the second door, there was another naked man being put into freezing cold water. The pain was excruciating, as evident by the loud screams. The man thought this was also another horrible punishment so he wanted to see the third door before deciding.
Behind the third door, there was yet another naked man being tied up and was being given a nice blow job to by a hot, sexy woman. Immediately, the man thought this would be an extremely nice punishment. He quickly told the door guard that he wanted to go in there and be “punished”. The door guard looked in and shouted, “LUCY, somebody has come to replace you.”
I watched the Ugly Truth at around 12.30 last midnight right after getting so fed up with reading the reproductive system physiology. Note: it was “reading” and nothing registered, which led to frustrations and a huge load of exhaustion. The Ugly Truth cracked me up and made it all better. Tonnes better. What made me laugh out the loudest was the scene where Abby had her vibrator underwear on in a restaurant.
Oh and how can I not mention the part where Abby rubbed Colin’s pants in the middle of a baseball game? HILARIOUS.
I am in the school library right now trying hard to concentrate. Having brought my laptop along has made it even harder for me and I am already failing miserably, as evident by the fact that I am typing this blog post right now.
Oooo Tee Bye, I am intending to buy the Complete Compilation of Oscar Wilde’s Works. There’s an MPH book fare right here in IMU and the book only costs RM50. Do you want me to buy it for you, too? And you come collect it from me whenever you come by KL next. I know it’s weird to tell you this over here but I just can’t be bothered to relay you a text on MSN (apart from wanting to make sure that you do read my blog once in a while).
Memorising facts and mugging are two most irritating things I have to do in my life, worse than being caught in the middle when two people that you care about are quarrelling.
Note: Nobody in the list of people that I care about is quarrelling with another person in that list. I was just using an analogy to give those of you who have imagination limits a slight idea on the extent of irritation. But with lack of imagination or limited imagination, I doubt the analogy would help, or any analogies, as a matter of fact.
Note to note: the list is empty, by the way. Because the world is all about me.
No, I am not at all harboring any suicidal thoughts. It’s just that studies have become increasingly stressful as the exams approach and the title is just to attract some form of attention. Like TY likes to say – the whole world is just about me.
There was once, during some time last week, that I realised how passionate I am about being a doctor. I am not a doctor yet, nowhere close to being one, but I realised that there were these huge anticipation and raging eagerness to serve and to make a difference in patients’ lives, no matter how small it is. I am glad that I am pursuing a career that I believe in. I hope that when I can finally practice medicine, the passion does not wear thin and disappear. And as I go on, I hope that I will feel more and more humbled by God’s grace and greatness that never fail to manifest as miracles everyday.
IMU Cup 2009 is over, finally, and my house won the Cup. I feel so proud of being in Hydra and being amongst the first batch of people that won the house system IMU Cup. Of course, it would not happen without the effort and sacrifices made by the house captain, Roderick Kong. He usually has this aura that speaks very much about his “can’t-care-less” attitude towards many things in life but throughout the period of IMU Cup, he appeared to be very much into doing his best for the house. He even joined cheerleading, for irony’s sake.
And I got my bronze medal for swimming. It really made my day because if you didn’t already know, I only started swimming two years ago and being able to represent my house was already an achievement for me so winning a medal was the thickest form of icing on the cake.
Pardon the cheerleading costumes that pretty much resemble Milo. I wonder why they never approached Milo for some form of sponsorship.
Alright, back to studying!
I tend to prefer reading wittily written books that are either very subtly hilarious or genuinely profound, than aimlessly indulging myself in entertainment-oriented books. Oscar Wilde’s works fit such preferences absolutely perfectly. I was halfway through with his “The Picture of Dorian Gray” until recently, I found a book titled “Straight Man” written by Richard Russo. Tee Wye, before you go screaming at me for not finishing Dorian Gray before starting on another book, do let me explain:
I left Dorian Gray at home. In the school library, I stumbled upon Straight Man and I picked it out of the shelf. I started reading it and found it a very hilarious read. Thence, I got addicted to it, but not long before I had to shift my focus back onto my studies since exam is coming in less than 7 weeks’ time and I still have a huge pile of materials to go through. As a result, I am left with half of Dorian Gray and half of Straight Man to finish. Since I bought Dorian Gray and now it is my property for which I can keep for however long I wish; whereas Straight Man is IMU’s property and there is only a one-week period of borrowing, I shall finish Straight Man first.
Don’t worry, however, I shall cross my heart and tell you now that Oscar Wilde’s wit is still unbeatable. Finishing Russo’s first does not mean that I honor Wilde’s work any much less.
Take my photo off the wall if it just won’t sing for you.
