the last post was jan 11 2009.
goodness.
well, at least it was 2009, not something as horrifically ancient as i imagined it was. (along the tunes of 782BC. something like that.)

been way too amorphically uninspired and tired/lazy/hopelessly slackerish to blog.
i couldn't see the point of putting words on a white space when the words will be subjected to antiquity. solitary antiquity.
somehow, things that drive me to action are getting more and more tangible. in the past i used to run on spontaneity, being benzenenana and all. nowadays i don't even deign to pretend to move my rapidly coagulating and conolidating ass unless someone issues me a court order.
it's mass+inertia+aging. which i have nature, good food and my jeans (scratch that) genes to thank for.

clinicals are suspended. it's unofficially chaomuggerlandtime again, but i have not touched my textbook. the useless thin one that everyone says is inadequate. yup. haven't touched that one, and haven't downloaded the 1847582894398 lectures on ivle, and haven't done single effing thing besides playing hell's kitchen on facebook.

i am a pig. but i don't have swine flu. oh, oops. it's influenza A H1N1 now. hahaha.

am awaiting news on my incoming (HAHAHAHA. makes her sound like spam mail) goddaughter. she is umm. on her way over at mt alvernia, where her mummy must be getting rather high on etonox or pethidine right now. and i can anticipate that her daddy is currently nursing 158 bruises, 1 torn ear (the one nearest mummy) and 42 fractures. makes me feel like procreating!!!!! urgh. my friends need to stop getting married and having babies. i feel like some celibate nun from the upper hills of kathmandu next to them :P

am not liking the medical system. am getting freaked out thinking of how i will be sitting my mbbs in 2years' time. i will be standing there, reporting on a patient. i have 365x2 = 730 days to learn and retain enough info to convince winkled old men that i can be a competent doctor. they must be dreading the day they have to examine me and contemplate the fact that they may have a vague possibility of having to qualify me as one of their esteemed colleagues :P

i am SO not a good medical student.

i need to bake. i need to go k box. i need to think about why i am still in this mode when i should be idunnogoingoutbeingaggressivelearningthingsutterlyimmaterialtobeingahuman.

and i need to stop playing hell's kitchen. urgh!