pink eye

its another long saturday morning of me sitting in the uncondusive, uncomfortable lecture hall 5 for that infamous good for nothing common programme. i just had my obs night postings until 1am in that freezing cold central delivering suite last night and guess what ?!! i've gotten conjunctivitis from skinny (don't ask me how it got transmitted from leow's eyes to mine... there were no contact between us. i don't favor skinny males. i swear that i had never used my tiny lil fingers to wipe those yellowish discharge in his pink eyes. yueekks!! ) and to make matter worse.........miss snobbish MS had nearly gotten my left eye blind with her endless video presentation. her boring presentation took exactly an hour with >9 videos on endoscopies!!! ok ok.... so what if dr P had once complimented Ms snobbish that she did the most excellent presentation for comm med, simply because she had inserted a video on gene therapy?!!

who doesn't know that endoscopy involves insertion of a flexible scope into the mucoid digestive system for diagnosis and repair of any bleeding spots by clipping / cauterization / banding / injecting a sclerosant ? hey, we were all posted to endoscopic rooms, stood there for 3 miserable hours during surgery postings. it would be nice if she had just shared 2 of those videos. duh..... last week's psy posting on breaking the bad news ended 40 minutes later. all because miss snobbish was showing some videos AGAIN! it was supposed to be a role play and class should end by 3pm. now... my left eye is crying in pain while i blog about miss snobbish. thank god, she's no longer my hostel neighbour. those were the most horrible moments of my life. sob

so, do all the people who has the same name as miss snobbish behaves exactly just like her? there's another sis M that i knew of. she is the most fussy woman that i have ever met! i understand that she has to take care of those pelvis, fake limbs and dummies in the skills lab. those good ones were kept 'neatly' in the cupboard and we, students are supposed to practice our hands- on with the spoilt ones. i still remember that pathetic dummy that we used for endotracheal intubation. Dr V had to do plastic surgery to fix that trachea with a syringe! come on... i don't know how much money that my parents had been incessantly paying the college but we deserve better learning facilities. i was in awe when dr S sarcastically scolded her for providing only one maternal pelvis instead of 2 yesterday. 'those pelvis do not belong to you sis M. open the cupboard now'.

i've decided to stay away from people with that name 'M'. trust me......life will be more beautiful.

ridiculous

So, its a sin to mouth bad things about your lecturer? no matter how nasty/ferocious/cunning/ crazy nuts he is? this particular lecturer of mine is pushing me to the verge of no return. its like standing at the top of a skyscrapper with 3/4 of your lil feet exposed to the still air before you have the courage to do that thrill seeking bangee jump. all he needs to do is to use his middle finger to give a light push. i do not know when he's going to use his notorious obscene middle finger. once he has the urge, it will be dooms day for all. that's why we have to abide to more and more crazy rules. i wonder whether his frontal lobes are functioning well. afterall, he has impaired judgement.

ok......so, how does a 100% attendance sounds like to you? can't he just treat us like adults? we don't need him to shove us to school every morning. gosh!! You need to give reasons for not maintaning that perfect attendance that he wants. are you going to get a MC if you have dysmenorrhoea? if he wants a prove for dysmenorrhoea, are you going to wrap that bloodish tinged kotex , put in an envelope and deliver it to his office? this is just so ridiculous!

with love your valentine

i was indeed fascinated by the magnificant pink and purple balloons admist those heart shaped manila cards. it was a day to celebrate and to appreciate your special one. Those unromantic homosapiens would be boasting that its just another day of the year. Some claimed that its just a day to waste money. It's true. come on....a dozen of roses would cost at least RM150. Food tasted bad and i believed that a lot of XY would have their wallet bleed so profusely until they cry in pain. i was reading on the origin of valentine's day this morning. it all started in Rome since 269 AD when the Emperor Claudius was having a difficult time getting soldiers to join his military leagues. He believed that the reason was that roman men did not want to leave their loves or families. As a result, Claudius cancelled all marriages and engagements in Rome. The good Saint Valentine was a priest at Rome in the days of Claudius II. He aided the Christian martyrs and secretly married couples, and for this kind deed Saint Valentine was apprehended and dragged before the Prefect of Rome, who condemned him to be beaten to death with clubs and to have his head cut off.

Ok... so what if saint valentine got beheaded with an axe or a sword? nobody is going to remember how he died. at least, i wouldn't. you can just call me evil... heartless.... I wouldn't want to think of a dead priest on these special day. i would rather think of how lovely and caring my prince charming is.... duh.....

now now.........what i did on the day when that pitiful priest got beheaded 1740 years ago? hmm, we had a lovey dinner in simply fish.. it was not that romantic that i thought it would be. there was no place in that restaurant. we had no choice but to sit OUTSIDE. i am spoilt. ya... i am always spoilt and i hated the idea of celebrating val's day without AC. at least... i get endless supply of AC in my hostel room. it was so hot that i drenched my nicest dress. oh gosh!!!!
we ordered a set meal. it was printed in the menu ' lobster for 2'. wow....... i was being silly again. i thought that we would be served 2 lobsters. in the end, we got a tiny lobster. that pathetic lobster was as small as the one that kf reared in his aquarium 1 year ago before he threw that mollusca into a pot of boiling water to alleviate the exam stress that was building up in him. arghh...

so, try your best not to have your dinner in town on val's day. those restaurants are just waiting to behead you, just like how that priest got beheaded. please please.... keep that awful head of yours attached.

grab my lil feet

i would scoff at the idea of getting a full body massage. do not be surprised that I might be yelling at the top of my voice if somebody drag me for a foot massage. well, my lil feet are just so sensitive. i don't have to learn those sophisticated side kicks for self defence. all you need to do is........... try to grab my lil feet and make it an imaginary string musical instrument. the next thing you know is ..........you have two huge panda eyes. arghh... to have a massage is like putting worms onto your body and allowing them to wriggle about freely. i hated that process of having 10 delicate fingers on my body. they must be trying to dig a hole in my hour glass body. how pathetic!!!

skinny was boasting about the different massage parlours that he had visited during our usual breakfast at the malay warung. i couldn't believe that there are massage parlours that offer additional services to the XXs in the siam country. don't blame me for being so shallow and slow in catching up. i am just another gullible lil girl who has pure thoughts. Tall Mr A said that i have been mingling around with too many sick boys and that's how i've gotten my lil brain contaminated. i guess that's how i've lost that angelic part in me. let's hope that i have not turn into a devil yet since i can be mean at times.

a visit to a hair saloon in melaka raya had changed my view. i was lucky enough to have two male hairstylists to trim my thick bushy long hair. one of them had orangie nails........ i wonder why would guys polish their nails with those foul smelling chemicals. i was gigling to myself when i try to imagine kf with pink nails, ac with green nails and humlae with purple nails. well, the hairstylist massaged my shoulder and i must admit that it was so comfortable. he's gentle and had delicate movements. owh........ i just can't wait to follow skinny to 'decent' massage parlours next time. i'll make sure i drag shy kf along.

stay away from that lady driver

what happens if you did something silly and you did not know that whether it was right or wrong? all you knew was there were external forces in this world or even voices that direct you to perform this particular act. before you knew that it was wrong (if you were lucky enough to have an insight), you were already given a greenish pajamas and you were isolated from your family members. then, you have this horrible illusion that the iv drip connected to the dorsum aspect of your hand is a snake. that snake is making its way into your tiny blood vessels. you screamt but nobody came to alleviate that fear in you. you were all alone. how scary could that be? i have a molotov cocktail of pitiness and sadness for these unfortunate people.

if i were to be that unfortunate, i would love to have the delusions of grandiosity. i want to believe that i am as smart as detective Jacques Clouseau (he's old but i still find him handsome). i have to admit that he's silly but he's just super smart. he knows when to use his brains to protect the pink panther. he does not need to cut open his skull to fit in that gigantic davidson or bailey!! plus, if you have watched that movie... you'll realised how hard he tried to improve his driving skills. mind you......parking is never an easy job. i have to try at least 5-6 times to park kf's altis inside the parking box. it took me 8 years to realise that those side mirrors serve a purpose. well, i thought those mirrors were merely accessories to make the car more fashionable. how silly i was!! no matter what, i am still trying my best to make sure that altis in the box. so, if u see a lady driver in AGA 8128.... park your cars further away.

speechless

i was speechless when kk reminded me that i was a prefect back in st michaels. i was stuporous for a few seconds because i had totally forgotten that i was a prefect. then, it all came back to my lil mind in fragmented pieces. i had a green skirt.... my waist line was 22cm... i had trouble wearing that green tie around my neck..... i had a pair of black heels to match with.... i had to be in school by 7 am just to stand by the main gate like a statue... wow... i did not know how i survived that 2 years.

i was in an all girl's school before i went to st michaels. i still remember my super short turquoise pinafore which i had never fail to send to the tailor to make it shorter. of course, it was against the school rules. A convent girl is to be taught on how to dress decently. our pinafores must be at least 2 inches below the knee but mine was above the knee. it is not surprising at all that i was a frequent visitor of the disciplinary board. i just can't believe that i was a prefect in st michaels because :

• i was a latecomer back in the convent. hence, i would be standing on the podium during the morning assemblies. i guess that i must have been an attention seeker those days for i love the other girls to stare at me.
• i would never wear my petticoat to school which was part of the dress code. the discipline teacher had once commented that my petticoat was too short. needless to say, i was angry at her.
• i had a boy-cut hair which was again wrong for a convent girl.
• i had never zip up my pinafore. i must have found it sexy.
• i would eat in class even though the teacher was busy babbling in front
• i was too lazy to carry my text books to school. my KH teacher was so mad at me that she punished me to wash the gardener's toilet.
• i was always seen in the cinema after school. i don't mind watching a movie twice as long as i don't have to go home early.
• i had once threatened a girl to settle our argument outside the school. i had a group of rebellious boys to fight for me. well... the girl got 'freak out' the next day when she got to know that i am involved with gangsters. she had to apologize to me.
• i had thrown a caterpillar on a girl's uniform. i found it funny when that pitiful caterpillar got stuck at her pinafore like a super glue. i did not give her a hand. i was merely laughing out loud when i saw how hopeless she was.
  

so, why did i apply to be part of the prefectarial board?

because..........................

because...........................

my prince charming told me to do so and i regretted.