Thursday, December 27, 2007

Things falling down sinks

Things are falling into place. Thanks xx

My bank manager waived my bank fees so i can now buy new jeans and choccies for family guilt free (who knew chocolates could cost so much?) and i finally settled our bed in Edinbrugh.

A friend of a former crush found out about my long over-crush on the former crush last night. If that sentence confused you, it confuses me too, but you get the gist, ja?

The former crush: He's the one i write poetry for. The one i wrote the most poetry about, anyway. It wasn't cos he was so overpoweringly insprirational, it was just cos i was in a poetry phase at the time.

Made eggy, heavy pancakes at 3 am and had them with cinnamon butter last night with some friends and a friend of friends (the same friend of former crush) after watching Ratatouile and I am Legend- must say i am getting fat, almost reaching high school levels of fatness. Ring the alarm bells!!!

What this post was suppose to be was about how small things can fall down sinks- my heart clenches at the sound of my pendant hitting the sink as i watch in horror as the shiny metal winks at me, balancing at the edge of the black hole, the cling-cling of blue crystal as it tips over the edge falling into the dark abyss of the sink.

Retrieving it is a mission- opening up pipes is never pleasant, but having to look for shiny metal and blue crystal through murky water and strands of hair coated in gunk is plain disgusting. Still, i love that pendant, im not letting it go that easily.

Found it at last, somehow ended up in the pail, under all that gunk. Washed it and cleaned it, and i managed to get it on without tossing it into the sink this time.

Oh, and i wanna say that i feel old this christmas, and i miss all my loved ones a lot this year. I miss my loud, suffocating, overbearing family, the crazy friends who know me well enough to know what i mean and my cats. Even if they dont love me- i mean the cats. People show me a lot of love; and most of the time, i feel i really don't deserve it.

Listen- Elliot Smith's Miss Misery

To vanish into oblivion
Is easy to do
And I try to be but you know me
I come back when you want me to
Do you miss me miss misery
Like you say you do?

A Long December

It's a classic, you must've heard it; sometime long ago. It's been my new year song forever. Listen to it, k? I cant wait to see you......

Lovies xx

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

The end?

I hate finding out that i need someone more than they need me. I want to be needed and loved. And in a situation like this, i dont know what to do. I'm making an effort, but it seems that whatever i do, it's not making things better. In fact, it's making things worse.

Im becoming someone that you dont like. Im becoming boring. Im still the stupid, airhead girl you knew. Then perhaps you thought i had potential then, something you though, if you stuck with, might become interesting.

But sad to say i never grew up, never changed; didnt get smart, complicated or cool. Just boring, untortured emo chubbette. I even have skinny jeans now.

I dont wanna lose you. I care, you've been so good to me, but i dont want us to have a massive falling out. It would take a lot for me to hate you; i suspect im nearing your threshold for hating me though. I refuse to let it happen. So im gonna just slip away. Perhaps it's best if i leave on a good note, even if there is a twinge of bitterness. I still want you to think well of me.

I understand that you dont need me; never did, and so, i take my leave.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Long december

A long december and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last

I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were leaving
Now the days go by so fast

And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood

If you think that I could be forgiven...
i wish you would

The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that its all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl

And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood

If you think you might come to California...
i think you should

Drove up to hillside manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her

And its been a long december and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last

I can't remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass

And it's one more day up in the canyon
And it's one more night in Hollywood

Its been so long since I've seen the ocean...
i guess I should

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I've been singing this song during december for years
before i even understood what loneliness really was
or how cold it can be this time of year


I now understand somewhat
of the smell of hospitals in winter
and of numbing cold


I know how terrible it is to miss someone
and to be far away from the ocean
just trudging through the days


i'll take stock of my year
and look forward to the next
maybe it'll be better than the last

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Essays

Someone teach me please, show me how.

I cant write scientific essay, dissertations or anything with substance.

I don't know how to use Pubmed, Medline confuses me, and my Athens login doesn't work.

Reading journal articles are fun, i just don't know how to extract information from them.

Help, help, help.......the essay is due tomorrow.

Sunday, December 09, 2007

The Prayer

I went out this evening.
And i ran away at 12.00, not cinderella-like, but more of the Beast-style.

Im self-absorbed, and this is going to be another in depth analysis of why im a social retard. You have been duly warned.

Block Party's The Prayer is my getting ready song. Everytime i go out, i hope and wish that i will have fun. Most of the time i dont.

I feel out of place, awkward. It seems that no one has anything to say to me, and i have nothing to say to them. I'll try and make conversation, but its always boring, 'oh how was your week' talk that lasts all of two minutes before they turn around and talk to the person next to me, and i just stand there looking lost, feeling alone. If im nursing a drink, it'll be ok for awhile, but i'll drink it all up very very quickly.

I feel uncomfortable, like i dont belong. That's not new. It seems that with this group of certain people i become this introvert, i lose all my charm.

With certain others i can be entertaining, charming is a loud, brassy way. I might even seem confident, wild, joyful.

With them yeaterday, i felt unhappy i guess. They make me feel a little low in myself. I feel like im the odd one out. The fat, ugly one. The charm-less girl. I stood there having nothing to say. And i dont know how to make conversation with drunk people. King's of convenience's "I'd rather dance with you" comes to mind.

I know its partially my fault. If i'd take more of an interest in people's lives, then perhaps i could make better conversation when i see them. Do more interesting things, so i can talk about them, then just going 'yeah, im chilling out this weekend'. And learning some wicked party tricks- that'll make me popular, definately.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Lost in Translation

In the insert that came with the DVD there's a interview with Sofia Coppola and Ross Katz. In the last bit of the interview she's saying about why she made the movie-

''to convey what i love about Tokyo and visiting the city. It's about moments in life that are great but dont last. They dont go on, but you always have the memory and they have an effect on you''

Im reminded of christmas eve in Sevilla last year where i met this guy at the hostel there. I had arrived at 5 in the morning at Sevilla, having taken the bus from Madrid at 10 o'clock the night before. I only found the hostel 2 hours later after asking for directions from every drunk on the street and seeking refuge at a 24 hour churros stall where no one spoke English (but they had hot churros and coffee, bless them).

We were both sitting at the waiting room of the hostel, waiting for reception to open at 8. He was rifling through maps and papers while i was sitting there, bleary eyed and tired- our eyes met and we said hello. I asked him what he was up to- he said was gonna go sightseeing straight away. I smiled and told him that i was gonna shower and sleep first and go around a bit later. Then he told that places were closing early for christmas eve. I was blasted. I didnt have a plan and i was tired....it wasnt good.

I didn't even think it through when i asked him if i could tag along. I didnt expect him to say yes but then he said, 'sure'. I dumped my stuff with his, we grabbed some breakfast in the hostel and headed out. It wasn't awkward at all, in fact, we got along like old friends. I even forgot that i was really tired and was in need of a shower. We toured the Alcazar and after much pleading (on my part) and making sure no one was looking, he plucked an orange for me off on of the orange trees that surround the Alcazar.

We talked about things: home- his is on a farm in Brazil where his father plants coffee; about family and school. We talked about our adopted countries and how hard it is to get used to a foreign place. We wandered Sevilla- he was full of trivia and stories of the places (he had the guidebook after all). We sat down by the river to have lunch- bourbon creams, crisps, juiceboxes and bottled water as we watch the sun glinting of the water and rowers. I told him about rowing, he told me about the places he's been to and we just sat there, munching and enjoying the winter sun.

We walked along- past the bars where old ladies dance flamenco outside, fueled by alcohol and the hearty claps and cheers of everyone there. Wandered the winding streets of the Jewish quarter in the fading light of evening. The streets so narrow that balconies almost touch and in some, we had to squeeze into doorways to let cars pass. There were random pretty buildings and we'd take a quick peek through ornate doors into someone's fountained courtyard while hunting out places marked on his map.

It was late when we finally got back, and he had an early start the next day, so he went off straight to bed. I chirped a quick, 'thanks for a great day! see ya in the morning!' before he climbed up the stairs.

That was the last i saw of him. I woke up late on christmas day and didnt even get to say goodbye.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

The happy song: siki siki baba

Good music week

If you've been listening to Beirut, then you'll love what ive stumbled upon.

A hawk and a hacksaw at La Blogotheque.

Kocani Orkestar is great! I cant help but feel happy listening to Macedonian wedding music. Whan i figure out how to put it on this blog, i will. It's music that makes me wanna get up and shake booty!

Start Wearing Purple- Gogol Bordello

The band's name is Gogol Bordello. Gypsy punk, that's what they're calling this riot of sound that is absolutely crazy and happy.
In an alternate universe i would be working in new york and hanging out with the likes of Gogol Bordello in seedy underground clubs.
I love the campyness, OTT drama/crazyness, accordions and borat-esque lead singer. Its a weird but not all too bad sound.
And i heartily approve of wearing purple all the time.

Friday, November 23, 2007

The experiment begins

Baby BenQ crashed this morning.
I cant find my copy of microsoft office.

But, Adrafinil has just arrived through the mail.

Im elated and hopeful.

The information sheet is in French. But i've figured out that i have to take 2-4 tablets per day. I guess that's what "2 a 4 comprimer par jour" means.

Im gonna take one with lunch, and see what happens.
Wish me luck people. This may usher in a new era of brainier, better me or.............lets not even explore the less than favourable alternative. The drug is classed as a psychostimulant.

Im just really curious if it really does works.

Update

I got a wee bit hyper in the afternoon, but no percievable improvement in concentration or focus. I slept like a baby. Damn, maybe a up in dosage is needed.

Sisu


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Thursday, November 22, 2007

Sixteen Military Wives - The Decemberists

Since im on a roll, and i might as well entertain you lot.

Just in case you didnt know, or forgot, The Decemberist rock. Not in a Machine Head kind of way, but in the way that they make good stuff. And this video is uber-funny. And thought provoking at the same time.

On a side note-my essay is not going anywhere. Someone help- to get my essay done, and another someone to drive me to Lyon to see Beirut. Please.........

The Mariner's Revenge Song

The Decemberist weave a happy upbeat tune that belies a dark and tragic tale of a young man's life long quest for revenge.

Worth 8 minutes of your life to watch. These guys did a pretty good job acting the song out too.

Dont forget to sing along:

" Find him, bind him
Tie him to a pole
And break his fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole
Until he wakes up, naked
Clawing at the ceiling of his grave "

Alanis Morissette sings My Humps

The best parody ive heard in ages....A right good laugh!!!! Alanis has this amazing ability to make even the most inane song (my humps) sound poignant.

mayan-aztec astrology

Your Most Personal Traits -- The Day-Sign of Your Birth

Here are your strongest and most obvious personality traits. The delineation below describes who you are and how you appear to others, at least on the surface. In Aztec astrology this part of is your horoscope is your Tonalli, or Day-Sign, the form bestowed upon you by the Sun.

Flower: You are a person motivated by your ideals. You have a beautiful vision of what life, and most importantly life with another, can be. In many cases, your obsession with the future and perfection leads to illusions, unrealistic expectations and, ultimately, disappointments. In your effort to create a more perfect world, you try to be as "nice" as possible to others.

The world of art and beauty holds your interest. You could be a successful artist, or more usually, craftsperson -- a producer of decorative or aesthetically pleasing products. You may have a particular liking for jewelry. While you appreciate man-made things, you also appreciate the perfection of nature. The more intellectual Flower personalities will be interested in the beauty of numbers or ideas.

Relationships, particularly close, intimate relationships, are your greatest challenge. You must be with others -- at least that is what you think you must do. But your motivations are complex. In many cases, you may be using others to meet your security needs, yet you may be unaware of this. Relationships can become so fraught with problems that you find it easier to stay home and dream, a temporary, though deeply unsatisfying solution to your relationship dilemma.

A major stumbling block in relationships is your unwillingness to compromise your ideals. You can be a very stubborn person who would rather die then accept a less-than-perfect situation. You will devote yourself to another with unbelievable intensity -- and hold on for years after the relationship has ended. Such fanaticism leads to an unbalanced life, exactly what you fear the most. You should strive to become more well-rounded and flexible.

Over the course of your life you will realize, to some extent, your dreams and ideals. Your devotion and dedication to another, or even to a cause or crusade, is considerable and can effect changes in the world around you. You are a person who takes on the responsibilities and work involved in such projects, and you are rewarded accordingly. Ultimately you are a person who needs to combine realism and idealism, and when this is done, the doors will open to a more perfect world.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Is it mania or plain and simple self obsession
when i think everything is a sign
for me

The shade of sky
the broken plate
all that goes wrong
or right

A reminder
Lest i forget

A warning
should i dare defy

Sunday, November 18, 2007

The photoshoot

I spent my sunday afternoon with my best mate getting our photos done!

For someone so ugly and fat i am very vain. And thus i spent an exorbitant amount of money to have a few copies of the photos i liked best. They arent the sexiest, or the most posed, but its the photos that i think capture my spirit best.

I look a bit silly, slightly droll and quirky, but definately me. Yes, i can look slightly sophisticated too.........

My best mate looks stunning in her shots. She looks great most of the time, but in her photos she looks fucking awesome!

So yeah, check out phatty's photos on the side bar. And laugh. I hope at least when my grandkids see it (hopefully, god willing, i'll have a few) they'll think, yeah, she was cool in her day.

Heart breaks

Im leaving my lovely Scottish doctor behind and i found out that i missed Beirut playing live in london. In fact, his whole bloody UK tour.

Anyone living in Lyon?
Driving down to Lyon next friday, in time to be there by saturday evening?

I have a sleeping bag, and if you let me, quite happy to sleep on your floor/ in your barn/ in the car.

I know the tickets are sold out (that's what i think 'Pas de places disponibles' means) but i know if i'm there i could wangle a ticket. Somehow.

So, anyone doing a roadtrip to Lyon? Its ok if you're driving down earlier- im free from wednesday. I may have to hitch a truck ride back to london saturday night after the gig- i start a new firm on that coming monday.

New firm, hence i'll be leaving lovely Scottish doctor and will be missing the 'just the two of us' ward rounds, him enticing me with chocolate before 9 am, and just listening to him talk........

There are joys though- Beirut has a new album! The Flying Cup Club!!!

The more i see and listen, the more my heart breaks because i missed them. I love them/him! Come back to England, Zach Condon, please!

Listen!!! Just pick a picture- you wont regret it!

Monday, November 05, 2007

cute

he called me cute.
he keeps on telling people im cute.
and sweet.
and a good student.

i adore him. he has the cutest scottish accent. i love the way he says 'perf'.

he's a brilliant doctor as well, and i love the way he treats patients. he's so smart and friendly. he takes the time to introduce me to patients and explains things to me. he buys me (and the team) cups of coffee.

he shouldnt have told me he thought i was cute.

im convinced he means it in the 'adorable but ugly' sense.

It doesnt matter though, at least he has an opinion about me.


never ever tell an impressionable girl with a frail sense of self worth that she's cute. Especially if she adores you and follows you around like a lost puppy. She'll have a stupid grin on her face and obsess about it. for days on end.


at least i look forward to something in the mornings.

silly me

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Henley

My second year on the henley trip.

I had fun this year. It was good fun. I wouldnt put it down to alcohol, but maybe because i've warmed up to the other rowers, and them to me. I adore the girls and more comfy with the boys (when they're not stupidly drunk).

Partied hard on friday and then did some leisurely rowing all day saturday. It wasnt all stressed- there was some coaching, and a lot of it was for the freshers, so i was left well alone. Henley is beautiful as always, but somehow its a lot more beautiful this weekend than i remembered. The sun glinting off the water and the gorgeous autumn trees in rusty browns and orange......and rolling hills in the distance. Even that jog i had didnt kill my good mood.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

I will try to be droll

I always though droll had a bad meaning, like someone that's a bore and always complaining (i.e yours truly) but i found out today it has totally opposite meaning.

droll /dr@Ul/
· adj. amusing in a strange or quaint way.
· n. archaic a jester; a buffoon.
– DERIVATIVES drollery n. drollness n. drolly /"dr@Ulli/ adv.
– ORIGIN C17: from Fr. drôle, perh. from MDu. drolle ‘imp, goblin’.

The weekend has been wasted, but in a good way. I still have things unfinished, but im not too worried yet.

I watched Frida (the movie), slept tonnes, read up on greek mythology and malaria. Oh, and i called up my parents.

Must finish off pbl tonite and call up some friends just to chat.

Did i tell you all how im in love with my surgical registrar? He doesnt give two hoots about me, but im a smitten kitten anyways.....

Inarticulate

Sunday, October 21, 2007

i'm spending the weekend in harlow- spent my time wisely....i watched the whole first season of Heroes and got tonnes of sleep.

Think i might be able to face next week.

I was suicidal on friday. The horrible mix of bad week, PMS and nasty luck making me hate life and forsee no future.

I still cannot forsee any future for myself, not in medicine, not in anywhere. Its like i lost my 3rd eye. Im used to knowing what to expect and now i just cant see where this is going.

I've lost motivation and really, i dont know what im doing..............

What the hell was i thinking when i thought i could do this whole medicine thing.

Argh- i my hate life, i hate me, i have no idea what's going on.

Will have proper update when back in london in a week.
Thank God its a nice autumn day outside.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Humdrum hospital life

Going for clinical placements is supposed to be a great and exciting time, where im learning at the frontline of medicine, putting my knowledge and skills to the test.

Instead im taking naps at midday.

Its been a let-down. And i dont know if its me, my firm or my house-officer. I've been on firm for 2 days- and the total hours ive been on the wards is probably 5 hours. Today was slightly better than yesterday. Yesterday i went in for about an hour- got some teaching on taking a history and appendicitis and then was sent to the library to do some 'reading'. The library was cold so i went to my room for a nap. My post-mortem at 12 was cancelled so i faffed about till the lecture at 1. In the afternoon i hunted down my house-officer for a good 45 minutes, i bleeped him 3 times! When i managed to call him, he sent me home for the day.

Today i came in bright and early and had a ward round. Saw a patient and did a clinical examination, though not throughly. Got some teaching and then got sent off home. The firm only has 3 patients- we did have 4, but one got sent to another department. I arrived back at my room at 11.30, napped and hit the local library for some internet.

Not what i was looking for. Or expecting or anticipating from my clinical firms. I would've been content if everyone else wasn't learning anything- but they're all running about and doing things. They're taking blood, clearking patients, being grilled by consultants (its twisted, but i really want to be grilled- it makes me learn) and having a proper clinical education.

I haven't even met my consultant.

Maybe its me. Maybe its the fact that i had a bird shit on my head on Monday.

A bird with diarrhoea.

I was standing in Liverpool St. station when suddenly i heard a splat and felt wetness on my head and saw green white bird poo all over my lovely red jacket. It killed all the excitement i had for firms. Some people say its lucky. I think its a bloody chore and fucking embarrasing. I had towash my hair in the sink at the station toilet and pop my jacket in a paper bag to clean later that evening.

Maybe some would consider it lucky that i get to take afternoon naps, eat pizza and be stupid and lazy. I dont want to. I want to learn. While im still motivated, shiny and new. Before i start hating hospitals, become fat and lazy and get bad habits.

Or maybe, just maybe, its me.

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Pauper no more

I hate always being the broke one.
I never have enough money.

Its always been an issue with me. Am i too lazy , too blase when it comes to finances?

Do i spend too much or care too little about making money?

Its envy, everyone else is doing so well, and here i am, pretty much a proper starving student. Im living off free dinners, the kindness of others and Sainsbury's basics oven chips.

What happen to the cycle of wealth? What happened to all my savings, all that planning, all that self denial?

I have no fucking idea. I have to get to the bottom of this. I really need to check. I dont wanna always be the broke one, hell no.

Monday, October 01, 2007

Deep s**t

Im gonna be in trouble.

Im actually 2 and a half months behind my rent, and i have no money to pay it off.
I broke my camera and i want a new one.
Im moving away and i need to travel back and forth often.

I dont wanna run to my parents for help. But there's no other way to get money. No other way.

I knew they'd be hell to pay for summer.

Friday, September 28, 2007

Friendless and angry

I do realize that im a social retard with no friends, what i didnt realize is the extent of my anger. I have made enemies. I thought they were friends- i hoped that we were.But now that i've let the evilness out, i've made proper enemies, the kind i havent made in a while. I try not to pick fights- when you're a social retard you wanna keep what few friends you already have.

Like all major fights, this was a bad case of miscommunication and stubborness. Everything else i was willing to forgive. Not telling me anything, when you knew i had vested interest, is upsetting. What is infuriating is that you spent the whole evening with me. You talked to me. You knew it mattered a lot to me and i was losing sleep over it.
And they couldnt have the courtesy to wait, to ask, make a short phone call.

I think i kind of screamed at them on the phone. And hung up on someone. And argued face to face.

I hate it when people hate me. But i lost self control this time. Good thing i didnt spontaneously combust.

Sorry Big Guy Upstairs. I hope you'll give me strength and temperance.

Sing it like it is

Thank Buzz- i wouldnt know of this song if it werent for you. This is one of songs where the words could have been taken straight out of my mouth.
Im not particularly wednesday-sy at the moment, but this song captures the slight desperation and hopeless questioning i feel every time a wave of the 'wednesdays' hits.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

He's arrived!!

He got here today! I wasn't expecting him to arrive so soon, but he did. He's a little smaller than i expected, but he feels just right in my arms. I love him already!

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

i love talking and i hate sneaky bastards

Those who know me will realize that i love talking. Im not a wonderful conversationalist, sadly, because of of my social retardity and lack of wit. But given a person strapped in a chair with eyes taped open - i could probably talk to them to death. They'd die of bad conversation or boredom or both.

Talking rarely gets me anywhere. Not to bright, i'm limited talking of happy, simple everyday things. Simply said i talk more than i do.

My procrastination is killing me; this usually because of the 'talk more than do'. I say things and hell, i never get them done. It will kill me one day and more painfully than rusty poles stuck into my abdomen. I'm try my best to work around it, but somehow, i fall into the trap time and time again.

So far im lucky that there are always people to catch me, kick my ass and get me going. It's not gonna last and they're not gonna be there forever. One day i'll fall, hit my head real hard on the landing and die of a subarachnoid haemmorrhage.


Im sneaky bastard; and i hate myself, so saying that i hate sneaky bastards is not a contradiction. Its worst when they're sneaky bastards i think i can trust, people i spend time with and talk to. I trust these people, i have long, albeit boring conversations and i was just beginning think that they'll bother to talk to me about something that may affect me (a lot).


Then they do something, quickly, quietly, and serve me up with an ultimatum. What's even better was that i was made to look like the idiot because of my fucking procrastination. What's brilliant (i can appreciate a good sneak, even if im the victim) is that they know they have the upper hand. The ploy perfect. Sneaky bastards. Damn it.


Im not a very good victim- Lets use a Jaws analogy (not that im a vicious sea creature on the top of the food chain). As the shark, i see a shadow on the surface and take a nibble, and realize that this is not the yummy seal i thought it was, its a chubby human thigh. Humans taste vile to sharks and so they usually let go, and the shark attack victims dont usually get eaten, they die of blood loss (clinical shock). Fooled by the sneaky fat human thigh, the shark will trash, make waters murky and generally make a mess. I do that when i get duped- not make people bleed, but bitch and whine liberally to anyone who stand within hearing distance for longer than 3 seconds. Im not very good at getting back at people- my memory's too short for revenge. So i murk out waters as much as can while i remember and let people manage through the mess. In most cases people dont care and dont realize that ive been bitching about them for hours.


The shark analogy is rubbish.


But my memory is not as bad as i think it is. I do remember the grievances, its just that i carry them inside. My core's all rotten with bad thoughts that have festered too long. In a year or two i'll get paranoid, think that the world is plotting against me and never leave my room.


over and out
lovies
huggies,
kissies and
a pout

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Feedback

I had volunteered to interview a 'patient' (an actor) in our communication skills class today. It was nerve-wrecking. It started with me waiting for the patient, and when she came in, i stood up, asked her name and mumbled something about taking a seat.

The introduction was standard, and i began with the prerequisite open question. Got a bit of the history from the open question but 2 minutes in my ears were turning hot and i had run out of things to ask. What to do you ask a patient with a history of non specific epigastric pain brought on by stress and large meals? I couldnt even phrase the questions about bowel movement questions right.

And the whole empathy thing makes me feel like such a hypocrite- as part of 'good communication skills' we have to say things like 'i understand how you feel' and 'im sorry to hear that'. There should be a glimmer of genuine empathy when saying it, but really, i feel like a faker. Im just saying these things because i know i have to show the patient im listening and i care. Its not that i dont care about the patient, i just think saying a phrase doesnt necessarily mean you care. It just appears as if you do. I felt so fake- during the interview i was thinking, "oh yeah, say that, sound empathic..."

My ears were burning and i was running out of questions fast. I was going through my mental list of questions and trying to tick then off, which by the way, is not the way to do a consultation. I did the classic stalling technique- quick recap of information gleaned from the patient, hopefully it'll trigger either fresh questions from my point of view or a comment from the patient. Didnt work for me though. I was stuck, and stuck good.

I did get the patient to open up a bit more, but i had totally missed a clear clue/flag in what the patient was saying. I was so harried, i didnt really listen and picked up that her symptoms were brought on by stress. It was my cue was to ask her to elaborate about the stress- i missed it instead and so didnt get a whole chunk of information.

By this point i was looking at my tutor (the very fit, yummy and slighty quirky young lecturer) with a desperate 'come and save me' look. He ignored me the first time, but the second time he got a hint and ended the session. Relief.

What was really surprising was i didnt get shot down, criticised or screamed at for being such a twat. The feedback was mixed. It was like criticism wrapped up in lots of candy floss and fluffy cushions so i wouldnt feel the slight slap on my wrist or terrible the burn of embarrasment (there were 7 other people, my classmates, watching me do this).

It bothered me, because i work better when i know exactly what how i've screwed up, where and when. I can fix something when i know what, where and how badly its broken. I dont really like 'lets look at what was good' approach to feedback- hell, if im doing that ok i dont have to know about it. I wanna know where i suck. And how to fix it.

What ive learned is that i gotta 'signpost'- a fancy way of warning people subtly that a sensitive question is coming up. Just so that the patient knows its coming and is not surprised by the bluntness of these personal questions. Also, signposting can also be a show (read:show) of empathy.

i also have to learn to be comfortable with silence. Ask a question and let the patient think. Not to be so quick to lead the patient, offer ideas or alternatives. Instead, allow the patient a good 30 seconds to mull the questions and formulate their answers- if they're still stuck, then yeah, either clarify the question, rephrase it, or offer up some vocabulary to kick start the patient's brains.

And most important is to not get so hung up on the symptoms. Most of the time i find im asking questions to confirm my diagnosis. In a sense im being biased because im looking for the 'right' answer from the patient. I ignore or pay less attention to other things the patient is saying that doesn't support my diagnosis. I close my mind to other options or alternatives explanations and in this lies the danger. I might miss something important because it didnt fit in what was the diagnosis in my mind. Worse, if i do that im caring more for the disease than the patient.

There's a lot more things, but these to me are probably key issues i gotta address. Sigh, the suffering of a witless social retard.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Onde-onde

Disclaimer: nicked this pic off someone's blog. I wish my onde-onde looked this good. Let's start with something sweet before we get on with the bitter and ugly.


It been a trying week. The first few days of ramadhan- the fasting month- have not been kind. My stomach rumbles and roars. I get exhausted and light headed from the lack of food and water. Just when i think im getting the hang of it, i get my period, so i get a break from fasting. So im happily eating during the day, enjoying a full blown lunch and many cookie and coffee breaks. I seem to be lacking my usual ramadhan resolve. The holy month is a time to reflect and repent- for a month we are free of satan's presence. But satan's influence lingers. And im fighting a failing battle against temptation. I find it difficult to fast, what more everything else?

It's difficult to explain. Im still trying to figure it out. Im a hypocritical, undecisive, flaky person. Im keeping the faith, just flaunting the rules.

I've got conjuctivitis of my right eye- it's clearing up but im still feeling a bit crummy. Add a good measure of PMS and cramps from hell- i feel absolutely shit.
I accidentally swallowed my clear labret retainer. That's the plasticky thing i use to keep my piercing open but invisible- i had to go to the wards this week. I didnt cap the end because it was a bit too short, and during dinner that day i acccidentally swallowed it. I didnt realize till i looked in the mirror and realized it was gone! My piercing is ok though- got my usually metal thingie back in.

I made onde-onde for the malaysian society fresher's fair- it turned out pretty well. I got the balance between sweet potatoes and pulut flour just right. So even when the onde-onde is cold the texture was still soft, not at all chewy. A good bite will release the dark, smoky sweetness of gula melaka that contrasts so well with the lightly salted coconut in the outside.
I gave myself a cramp kneading the dough and all the way i was bitching about Z. There's a long story there apart from the fact he asked me to make the onde-onde (there was no one else to bully). Still, I think he got unfairly bad-mouthed (slightly more that he deserved) because i was manifesting all my 'men' angst on him.

Thanks to S for making me realize that "sitting, waiting, wishing" is not a happy song.

Thanks to another S for getting the Escape (pina colada) song stuck in my head.

Thanks to all the drivers in London for not running over the fat girl on the black and orange bike.


Thanks God, for everything.


Yours
Chubbette xx


Saturday, September 15, 2007

I miss you

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Basikal saya!


Basikal saya berwarna hitam dan penuh dengan pelekat promosi syarikat telecommunikasi Orange. Topi keledar saya tergantung di 'handle' basikal saya. Saya amat menyayangi basikal saya, walaupun tempat duduk basikal saya terlalu tinggi. Akan tetapi, itu masalah remeh temeh yang senang untuk diselesaikan jika saya dapat mencari sebuah 'spanner'.

Hello, im a third year medical student

I've started class- and i've hit the ground running. Most days we've got 9 oclock starts and classes that drag till late afternoon. Ramadan has started and that's a bit of a strain, especially when im biking up and down to classes. It takes 15 minutes, but i feel the strain on my poor chubby thighs.

I'm acquiring patient phobia and selective amnesia. Im AFRAID of going to hospital. I cant even take a decent blood pressure. Im going to be so FUCKED. I dont want to kill anyone. I dont remember even basic shit ive learnt. Its TERRIBLE.

And so, i have 3 and a half weeks to reacquaint myself with all the stuff i learnt before. I HATE my damn selective amnesia. I dont remember anything! And in the same period of time be decent enough at doing all the 'doctor' stuff- do blood pressures, take bloods, do examinations....decent enough to do them on real sick people. I REALLy hope i dont KILL anyone.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Random thoughts for today

The ball end of a labret stud is really hard to put on. I've spent so much on the piercing, and half the jewellery is too short by 4 mm. I had to have a really fat lip.

Im forgiving the super-bass-voiced lead singer of interpol. The music is too good to be ignored anymore. Even if i cant stand his voice.

Beirut......beirut is good. The Gulag Orkestar album was bought last weekend, and now cherished. Im a full-fledged folk fan (forever?).

I didnt think i'd look good in apple green and white lace, but actually, i look pretty snazzy.

I spent my saturday rolling roti jala and selling it. At my friend's parent's stall. By the end of the day i smelt of ghee and batter.

I have read the last harry potter book.

I leave for norway in less than 7 hours. I dont have clean jeans to wear. All that i have packed are my toiletries and my bikini (skewed priorities, i know..........)

I am the proud owner of a television ( its been passed down for generations- my name is being added to the long list of owners). It's occupying the space i had for my printer. I have so much crap.

Friday, August 31, 2007

demi-dreams

demi-dreams are those dreams that occur when im at the place between sleep and awakeness, when the alarm clock has rang twice and im telling myself just another five minutes and i'll be up.

There was a girl- blond with all black outfit- jeans and maybe a leather jacket. And black lipstick. There was a rollercoaster ride- going up and down my head whipped around by the sharp turns. And her, just there, looking at me quietly.

Then im back in my bed- i can see myself, lying in bed, but im also the one in bed, asleep under my comforter. The sun is streaming through the half open curtain and she's standing there in my room here. She comes close, puts a hand on my bed and leans in. Then she kisses me. A slow kiss, the kind that starts off gingerly, first just a touch and then it becomes deeper and stronger. Im no longer seeing myself, im now the one in bed, being kissed awake by this blond girl with black lipstick and all i can think of is how im getting black lipstick all over me.

And then i wake up, properly this time. I knew it was all a dream, but it felt so real. My lips are slightly swollen and sore- like ive been throughly kissed, or been biting my lips through the night.

Very odd. I shouldnt be posting this really, but this is dream that i wanna remember. Because in my gut it feels important. This is my paper-saving diary after all.

Curveballs

Life throws me curveballs.

I had the meet with the Swedish guy who said hi through couch surfing today- he's nice and sweet- not a psycho axe-murderer as i had initially worried.

We had coffee, walked a bit round southbank, saw a free play, had nasi lemak and char kuay tiau for dinner at a malaysian restaurant. We did find common stuff to chat about, and i think i went into my insano chatty mode (i must figure out if there is a discreet mode i can put myself on and an intelligent mode so i can not sound like a silly chatterring twat). He listened, and it always bothers me slightly when people actually look at me when i talk. Like really look at me, in my eyes and pay attention to what i say. I guess im used to being ignored so much, or dismissed as a background noise that when someone actually is really looking at me when i talk i get a bit thrown off. Im used to difficult audience and so when i get a captivated one im at odds at how to act. But im a trooper and i do what i do best: chat.

After dinner we met his friends for a drink.
His friends are these two totally hot french guys. I didn't meet any hot french guys in france, i had to meet them in london. Like in yum yum hot. One's white, tall, with aristocratic features and has that haughty arrogance which i find so attractive and the other is gorgeously tanned and simply beautiful to look at and really easy to talk to, with a bone-melting french accent. Now i understand the thing about french men. Its not just the accent, its the stuff they talk about, their mannerism. And the way they look at you.

I'll be honest- i looked a mess. I had not touched up my lipgloss, my face was shiny and my hair was falling outta my braid. And i wore a manky T-shirt.

I hate curveballs- i can never hit them right.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

interlude tois

Was lazy, whiny and mopey and then suddenly- meeting loads of people and having a great time.

That's life going 'surplise, surplise!!!!'


I met a malaysian guy who's cycling around the world. He's just finished the united states and now going through the uk and europe. He's been up Everest and planning to swim the channel next year. His cycling buddy has swam the channel and said it was one of the most boring things he's ever done- he was swimming for about 9 hours. I would think you'd have deep profound thoughts about an experience like that. But there you go- they're so down to earth.
Best bit is these guys are nice, sweet, regular and unassuming; you'd never think they've climbed up the world's tallest peak, cycle thousands of miles and do all these amazing things.

To find out more about him: clickhere and here
And his travel bolog: clickhere

Meeting him was random- through a friend of a friend, and the reason was they were looking for someone with a bike to give him a cycle tour of london. And the free orange bikes save the day!!! His two londoner friends borrowed bikes off the housemates and the lot of us cycled for 4 hours around london. It was good fun and i really enjoyed the whole day. I had cycled on my own that day to Hollaway Rd and Camden- for the heck of it. In C's words "ah, eliza, passion de velo!" Cycling in london is risking life and limb- but i enjoy it. I'd cycle here for fun. I break all the rules though- cycling on kerbs and cycling through red lights:

Demon cyclists of London- UNITE!!! We have nothing to lose but our chains!!!!



Didnt sleep last night because i was at C's- chatting for hours and eating pizzas, noodles and ice-cream. Her new apartment is a yuppie penthouse with a great balcony to watch the sun set, drink and smoke. And the neighbours have a cute chubby cat that comes over (i named her fei mau!). At 2 or 3 am last night C took out her knitting project and taught me how to knit. Im rubbish at it, but we stayed up to watch the sunrise and then went to sleep at about 7. The churchbells woke me up at 10. I had to apologize to a friend for a late text reply, my excuse was 'i only got home this morning, so i could only get it then'. It sounded so cool, i just hopes he never finds out that i spent my saturday night out chatting away with a friend at her house eating and knitting.


Oh god, im on the fast track to spinsterhood!!!


Spent the day with 2 french girls- one of them a londoner and the other just visiting. We went to brick lane, spitalfields and petticoat lane markets and did a tour of tower of london, tower bridge and walked along the Thames all the way up to St. Pauls. Enjoyed the sun, listening to french being spoken and the company.


Its been a cool, albeit unexpected few days.
New developments: i got my first couchsurfing message. What do i do?

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Travellings: France! First stop : Aix-en-Provence

Flew into Marseilles on a thursday-i was greeted by glaring sun and T, my pal who's been studying in France. From the airport its a 20 minute bus ride to Aix, which is a little town somewhat west to Marseilles. Its pretty- lots of fountains; big ones, little ones....it gets pretty hot there so its nice to have a stop at a fountain, have a drink, splash some water on my face and just run my fingers in the cool water. The town is built around a main street called Mirabou which is where its at in Aix. The street is tree lined, and it shades the little cafes and shops. Off the Mirabou are winding cobbled streets- lotsa brand name shops and posh restaurants and further off you've got all the other little shops and things. T's place wasnt far from town, about 10 minutes away. His place was small, so i tried to stay outta his hair and be in town most of the time.

On the first day i went to an art gallery- the Musee Garnet. There were a few pieces i found really interesting and all day i kept on doing this thing where i would think of a song that went along with the painting. I kept on chuckling to myself because some paintings would make me think of the randomest songs-who'd think
Eve 6's song "think twice" would be the perfect song to a painting?

I lunched there at the gallery, and after wandered the town a bit. I managed to trek all the way to this park slightly outside of town where i spread my pario on the grass, lay down to read my
novel and eat yummy french artisan cookies.

On the saturday we went down to Marseilles- and hit the beach. We arrived at the beach at about noonish, but screw sun safety- we covered each other nice and good with sunscreen and was out there for a good 3-4 hours. The beach was gorgeous. Not sandy, but i can handle a beach of small pebbles. The water was lovely. It was cold, and it was a great way to cool off from all that sun. The water was really salty and so very buoyant- it was perfect to just float in and swim....... Oh, and allow a moment of vanity. I wore the cutest purple halter neck tankini that i had bought at the airport before i flew in. I didnt get matching shorts, but i had tiny-tiny black shorts with hot pink swirls on them. I thought i looked very cute. That's a personal opinion by the way. T didnt say anything. Not like he would. I could've been sunning topless and he wouldnt say anything. Not like i would ever do such a thing.....no........

That evening we met up with some friends of his for dinner. I was lost in the midst of french menu and french chattering- still, his friends were nice to me. There was a spanish girl so i was trying my rubbish spanish, but all of them spoke english (bless!). I had pastis for the first time: initially it tasted a bit like mouthwash, but i liked it in the end. We washed down dinner with some local Rose and after that went to his friend's place for cocktails. Had a few and then went to a little underground bar for a giraffe of beer. I had one slow, and was falsely informed to down my next glass. Before you can guess it i was tipsy and dancing inappropriately. Was dragged home at 4- i didnt remember much to be fair, except walking through the sprinklers and T being very sweet and letting me have the bed.
My allergies didnt flare up much (hurrah! and no hangover) but T suffered somewhat (apparently there's a lot of people with this kind of allergy.....i never would've guess- im glad im not a freak).

I was in Aix for a week- didnt do all that much really. Sleeping in, watching
Death Note, siestas, hanging out at cafes, reading my novel and generally chilling. There was a bit of work involved as well, i was expected to earn my keep :P . T made me do his laundry (to be fair a bit of it was mine) but to make up for it i got sunflowers. Im still a girly girl at heart, flowers can make up for a lot..... on a side note- sunflower petals are NOT yummy.

There was the horror which was trying out the moving van: he couldnt figure out to get the damn thing to reverse for like half an hour and i was getting a stitch from laughing. Apparently there's a funny trick to it, which the lady at the car rental place showed us later. So brainlessly simple, but both of us couldnt figure it out. Brains isnt everything, i guess. That night we picked up Paulo and headed for a midnight drive around Aix- just to get T to get used to the van (it was massive and tall) and practise parking.

I helped pack up his stuff and clean his room- honestly i think i was just in the way, but i tried to help out where i can. We were all done at about 9-ish and set off from Aix about quarter to 10.

Bye-bye Aix, here we come Toulouse!

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Travellings: France! Toulouse

The drive was interesting. We were driving through the south of france in a massive moving van with no air conditioning in the middle of summer.

It was a test of patience, planning and temperature control. I was navigating and in charge of music (hurrah- finally, no more japanese pink bubblegum pop!). The first problem was that the directions were in french. My pronounciation and reading (of french) is rubbish- but by the time we got to the 3rd roundabout i could say rond-point like a proper sailor from marseilles (i have a serious sailor jerry obsession at the moment and a slight southern french accent. i can also cuss in french now with considerable ability).

The views were amazing-massive sunflower fields, some in full bloom.....little villages, castles, fields with bales of hay.....the stuff impressionist paintings are made of. Gor-ge-ous!

What got to us was the sun though. It wasnt that hot with the windows down, but then the sun just burns. I gave up conversation- it was talking rubbish and getting on his nerves. Instead i sang along to stuff on the radio- it was the first time i heard 'jenny dont be hasty'- i fell for it at the first listen....I tried painting my nails, but he cant stand the smell of acetone. There was a bit of speeding, me trying to get the guy to slow down and general scowling at each other.

We had to drive back to Aix to return the van and it was better this time, although there was a little road rage involved. We ended up playing time crisis at one of those highway stops to take the edge off all that road rage. On arrival in Aix we had champagne in plastic cups- in the park! And since he lost a bet, the champagne was on T.

We arrived in Toulouse in one piece (both times), but the problem was he didnt have a place in town yet- we had to dump his crap at a friend's place (we were crashing there too). His friends were not informed of me coming, and so i got some quizzical looks (i may have just been the bluer than blue hat). His friend's place is a great apartment in the centre of Toulouse- unfortunately still shiny and new and sans furniture. We dumped all his boxes in the huge living room, with everyone else's boxes as well. We ended up sleeping on the carpet in the living room- me in his sleeping bag and him on the sleeping bag mat.

Generally Toulouse is not the most touristy of towns- there's loads of churches and interesting architecture, but not much else. Its small enough to walk about comfortably, and the churches have that old feel about them, many still unrestored. Didnt have a chance to go near the Pyranees, but Toulouse is probably the largest town nearest to the Pyranees. It had a chilled out feel though, i guess its all that Spanish influence. There's a canal system running through town, coming off a pretty big river. Its nice to walk around, lots of interesting shops and things though i got lost once or twice (i was frazzled by all that sun).

We went to Domino's a lot for pizzas- it wasnt just because it was cheap, but there's this really cute girl there that T took a shine to. What are the chances- she's half malaysian and goes to his school. I've decided to keep my hands outta this, cos so far my matchmaking have had disasterous results. We'll let the higher powers handle this one. I kinda got sick of pizzas after that- it was 3 pizzas for the price of 1, and so it was pizza for breakkie, lunch and dinner. For about 3 days.

We took and early train to Bordeaux and so had to spend the night at the train station. The damn train station closed at 1, so we had to spend the night outside, on a bench near the canal. A rat infested canal. Big, fat, curious rats. I was so scared, i couldnt sleep and so keyed up i couldnt stay still. It was overwhelming fear. I saw the rats creeping everywhere- my eyes flicked left and right, ready to kick any rat that dared to even come up the kerb. I didnt even have a anything to whack them with. I screamed once or twice, when a rat dared come up the kerb and that was enough to make them run away- thank God. T was happily asleep on the bench throughout all this drama. The bliss of the fearless. The train station opened at 3, and i duly fell asleep in the bright, rat free station, leaning on T.

Continued blissful sleep in the train all the way to Bordeaux!

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Travellings: France! Bordeaux

Arrived in Bordeaux in the morning and blessed; the auberge (french for hostel) was near the train station. We couldn't get our room, so we dumped our stuff and got walking. We took the scenic route and checked out the town's tourism office. We got our rooms a bit later in the afternoon (they were nice rooms- massive and we had our own bath!). Cant remember what we did the rest of the day- i think there was a siesta, shopping, dinner and long walk by the riverside (even messing around in a playground- dont you just hate it when they design swings so that only lil kids can swiing on 'em.....grrr.....i love the thing that goes 'round and 'round though....whirl.......)

The next day we headed out bright and early to St. Emilion- a cute, medieval wine growing town. The train station is basically two platforms on each side of the tracks. We got off and had to walk into town, past vines- some heavy with grapes, and at the end of some rows roses are planted. The town itself is built on a natural hill, with the vines making up the valley surrounding the town. Underneath the town is natural catacombs in the rock, and monks had dug out an amazing church underneath the town. Walking down there is creepy- i felt a bit Lara Croft-ish in my cute shorts and tank (all i need is slimmer legs and bigger boobs, oh, and big guns). The entrance is a small doorway, and the there is very little light- but it opens up to this massive hall supported by these huge beams. There's a painting of a pair of angels on the ceiling- watching over the congregation. Wandered the hilly town- had a canneles which was bought on the steepest street ever- it was yummy! And before we left, got myself 3 bottles of wine to take home: a bordeaux red, a rose and a white. Had an uneventful dinner- another night, another kebab (broke-ness from shopping!).

Started the next day with a bit of faffing about-lingered over breakkie, did some laundry....left the auberge pretty late, but we headed out to the Plage par le Lac (beach by the lake). I wasn't too keen, but T was, so we headed out on the long bus ride there. Basically someone had dumped tonnes of sand of a spot of grass next to a massive lake, cordon off a bit of lake, put some floating platforms around it. It was a great day, so what else- sunning and swimming it was. It was different swimming it fresh water, but what was real fun was jumping off the floating platforms.....There's enough room on the platform to take a short run before"geronimo....!" and leap into the lake. I had almost lost my shorts and had a brief tankini malfunction in the water after a particularly spectacular jump. On the way back we stopped by the mirror lake- its a really big rectangular shallow pool (about 2 cm deep) with jets placed at even distances from each other. It fills up and drains in cycles- when filled up, it reflects just like a big flat mirror- hence mirror lake. We went crazy- chasing each other around and trying splash each other. I watched in fascination as the mist rose up from the jets and then the water bubbles up....lots of kids just running around (me included) and i took lotsa nice shots on the camera. Came back to the hostel utter exhausted and with sore burnt shoulders and back. We went out later with full intent to party (it was a saturday night) but instead wandered about town aimlessly (enjoying the sights, Bordeaux is beautiful at night!) and passed out when we got back.

The next day, after breakkie, we boarded the train headed to the seaside town of La Rochelle.

Travellings: France! La la La Rochelle

Initially we had planned to sleep rough in La Rochelle (because we couldn't find a room there anywhere online)but after the hellish night out with the rats in Toulouse i begged T to find us a place to stay. We managed to get a room at the auberge which was a hike and a half from town and the train station. The room was small and smelled weird, but it was a bed and a shower. We rented bikes that afternoon and headed out to the beach (again!) where i managed to break my bike (don't ask) but the bike shop sent a replacement (hurrah!). Managed to work on the tan a bit and swam a lot (the atlantic this time,and there were weird cold and warm currents- the water wasn't that nice though, its a port town after all).

Got dressed up for dinner then me and my rising hemline had to bike it all the way into town. Found a restaurant that was still serving dinner at 10, and we sat down for the most expensive seafood dinner ever. I had an aperitif and we started off with a massive seafood platter. Oysters, mussels, small lobsters....the works. Came with yummy sauces and dips- seafoods is so much fun, especially when we left the massive crab for last. I made an absolute mess! We shared the main- butterry bass seasoned with fennel and ratatouile. We had a half bottle of chablis too, and finished off the meal with some sorbet.

We then went to tour the city on bike- The main part of town in pretty small, and we found this lovely park by the sea. The sky was cloudless and the stars were shining down- i was lying there in the grass staring into the sky for ages. We spotted a shooting star- which i though my vision was blurring. It was warm and there was a pleasant sea breeze- a lovely night. We cycled past some of sights before crashing for the night.

We got up pretty late the next day- made in just in time for breakkie! Right after, we went out-took the scenic seaside offroad route across the town (basically from one end of town to the other). I could barely keep up- huffing and puffing all the way. We went through a beautiful park in the middle of town (complete with its own stream) and then cycled along the sea.....The path wound through some woods and fields, even a tree tunnel.

Returned the bikes that afternoon and hung about town a bit. Picked up our stuff from the auberge and dragged it all the way across town to the lovely park by the sea. See, we had a 5 oclock-in -the-morning train, so we thought it was better to sleep rough. Except that this night it was cold and there was lightning. I passed out, cold and exhausted on the bench and was woken up at 2 am: 'hey, wake up, its raining....' Good thing i had spotted a gazebo- we dashed there with all our baggage. I climbed back into my sleeping bag and went straight back to sleep- i love sleeping to the sound of rain pattering on the roof (even if it is in a park!). I felt pretty safe with T there and he is nice to snuggle with :P

At about 4 we dragged our dazed selves to the train station- its off to Paris then!!!

Monday, August 20, 2007

Travellings: France! Paris

Work in progress

London is having a nice saturday- im sunning on the roof

Will write soon

Promise.................
xx

Friday, August 17, 2007

Summer songs

I know summer hasnt ended yet, but i wanna post-up a list of summer songs. Some i sang, some i heard, some i thought of during my trip. Some pictures are already up on my flickr- just hit the my pictures link on the side bar. Not that many pictures of me, because i was taking the pictures and travel-buddy only does landscapes ( i gave up after a while of pressing- in most of his shots i ended up looking like Divine - key difference, i didnt look divine, i looked like Divine; who, perchance, is actually a man).
Summer songs- some set the mood, some sing about stuff that happens, some there just cos it was on the radio>

Jenny dont be hasty - Paolo Nutini
Engine Driver - Decemberist
At the stars - Better than Ezra
Brothers on a hotel bed - Death cab for cutie
Wrong Impression - Natalie Imbruglia
I need some fine wine -The Cardigans
Lonely In Gorgeous - Tommy February
Ready? - Tommy Heavenly
Heavy Starry Chain - Tommy Heavenly (they're bothe the same girl, the two tommy-s, just different personas)
How to save a life - The Fray
Highfay lowfay - Spits (they're japanese and so old skool that nothing was available online for them, so search high and low if you can!)
Omiya sunset - Spits
Double jue - Christophe Willem (french and too funny, you MUST watch)
Parce qu'on sait jamais - Christophe Mae (frenchie too, happy morning song!)
Umbrella - Rihanna ( gasp! over-played on the radio, plus it poured on us in Paris!)
405 (acoustic version from forbidden love) - Death Cab for Cutie
Working class hero - Green Day (original by John Lennon)
Big girls dont cry - Fergie (not exactly a summer tune, but i was kinda obsessed with it before i left for france. The guy in the video has the 'bunga terung' tattoos on his shoulders-i love that design)
And how could i forget:
Alive with the glory of love - Say Anything (i cant believe i forgot this, i only kept on singing it everywhere 'i wont let them take you, wont let them take you, hell no, no, alive, alive with love.............')

As so far, that's what i can remember. Or hum. But anyhows, i'll add to them if i recall any hum-worthy tunes. Most song titles are links to videos- the joy of youtube!

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Reality gnaws

Im having a bad case of post-holiday blues.

I just realized how broke i am.
I just realized i spent a ridiculous amount of money (but the trip was worth it, its just the lows are so bad....).
I miss waking up in strange beds (or benches) and looking at him sleeping, then deciding we can have five more minutes sleep. That drags on to half an hour.
I miss planning the day's adventures.
Im not looking forward to school or everyday work.
I miss hearing french spoken.
I miss the sun.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Still in france

Ahoy mateys

Im still in France, now in Paris!!! Spent the day at the Versailles- it is gorgeous, opulence and lovely, but it would have been wonderful if i didnt have to spend it on my own. Got abandoned a bit today. But i had a great day anyway, just wished there was someone to share my witty comments with.
Bordeaux and La Rochelle was great. Went wine shopping at the former and cycling at the latter. In La Rochelle we spent ridiculous amount of money on a seafood dinner and because we wanted to save money we spent the next night in the park. It rained on us and we had to sleep in a gazebo in the park. My first time sleeping in park-all i can say is that it was cold.
Ive got another day in Paris then im headed off to Mont St. Michel.
Lovies!

Sunday, July 22, 2007

From France

Bonjour mes copains

Its me, struggling to scribble a quick post using a french keyboard. Its confusing to say the least. My french has not improved at all- i just smile qnd look lost if people speak french to me. My friend is a gracious host and im having a great time. I got a lovely tan yesterday on the beach at Marseilles, had a lovely dinner and subsequently hammered. Im doing well today though. No clear idea when im going back but we will see- know that so far im doing well and missing you guys and wishing you were here.

Lovies
Eliza

Sunday, July 15, 2007

About the piercing......

I honestly cant imagine trying to explain the piercing to the parents. I suspect my parents may have a cow- but mom taking it better than dad. I know im old enough to make my own decisions and decide what want to do to my body, but i cant shake off my "need to please" instinct.

I have wanted a piercing for awhile but it has never been possible (living at home, visiting family members). I needed a window of time (about 2 months) to let the piercing settle before i can even think of taking it off when meeting certain sensitive individuals (including patients-medical school).

I knew i was gonna be in Camden that day. I knew i had the a month and a half of summer and a month at clinical skills left. I had some money.

The friend i was with was not convinced i was gonna do it. She even egged me on for fun (in all fairness, she really thought i was gonna chicken out, like i usually do). But there was an odd wind blowing from the east perhaps?

I had thought about it for ages. Location, what side effects the piercing might have.....I decided to anyway-because i wanted to. If i didnt do it now, there wont be another opportunity. Such a window of time where i could get away with it, even for a little while.

Even as i was looking for the right shop i didnt know where i wanted it done, but i decided when i entered the shop- yeah, a midline labret it is. Right there, under my pendulous lower lip where daddy always said something could live and be safe from rain and shine.

I came in the room, and sat on couch, much like a dentist chair. I look around, excited and a little apprehensive. My piercer marked the spot under my lip with a purple pen, but it was too low, so i had her make another purple spot slightly higher. Happy, i sat down again and she gave me some mouth wash for a rinse and spit. She changed her gloves, and i admired the black gloves they had in the studio- waaay cool, i gotta get some like that when i have my own surgery. I was trying to make small talk when the realization struck- im gonna have a lady stick a big-ass needle into my lip. My voice quivered as i asked her if it was gonna hurt. She didnt look at me when she replied,"it just stings a little bit." Ok, i thought, no biggie, you're here, let's not embarrasse ourselves by running out.

My friend stood about 2 feet away, looking much more excited than i am. No picture- but she's witness.

I was freaking out internally when my piercer stood in front of me and told me to relax. She came even closer- i was admiring her tattoos around the top of her chest, near her neck. Its was a pretty design of flowers and writing in black, yellow and blue. I looked down, and inadvertly looked into her shirt- she sported a skin to skin piercing on her chest, a straight rod, with a bright blue gem at one end. She told me to relax my lip, pulled on it slightly and told me to take a deep breath.

Well, the piercing itself took all of one and a half seconds. It didnt hurt all that much- she told me to take a deep breath in, i knew it was coming, but when the needle went through my lip i was taken by surprise. The needle going in was so fast, i didnt even have a chance to let the breath i held go. The pain, a slight sting, an automated wince and I started breathing again. Then that rush, the numbness and the slight feeling of shock- what the hell did i just let this woman do to me? I didnt move, and she asked me if it hurt. I said,"no, actually, im numb now" which was true.

Numb, with a hollow needle stuck through the base of my lip. She took the base and put in on the inside of my lip, and pulled the hollow needle out and screwed the ball on in front.I looked in the mirror- somehow, it hadnt registered properly that i had a piercing. I asked her about the aftercare- all stuff she told me before, but kinda went over my head because my internal parliment was in session. I clutched my receipt, said thanks again and walked out......Not really sure what i was feeling- excited, powerful, worried, sore......a bit of everything, really.

I was careless- i didnt actually see her take a new needle or an autoclave. I worry now, but the damage is done.That reminds me, i gotta go for blood tests in a few months, just so im sure. Suddenly my careful side rears it perfectly coiffed head to glares & huffs at my impulsive side's stupidity. All my sides are slighty scared. I'll do it before i go to firms, octoberish. I'll write in my calendar now, just gimme a minute.

So, i walked around- still numb, and with the wierd feeling of metal in my mouth. If i let my lips relax and go slack, you can hardly see the little metal ball under my lip. When i talk and smile it become clearly visible. I couldnt resist looking into a mirror at every opportunity. It feels different having this bit of metal in my mouth. It touches my teeth and gums, and has me slightly worried about gum and teeth erosion. But we'll see how it goes.

I freaked out proper when i got home- my friend was trying to reasssure me, telling i dont look like a man, the stud does not make me more ugly and to sleep on it and see how i feel about it in the morning. I felt better about in the next day- it looks like it belongs. It's still a novelty, but i feel protective of it now-it's healing clean.

Saturday, July 14, 2007


I got it pierced yesterday!!!
Will elaborate when im done cleaning and organizing (at the moment it looks like it'll take me 10 years!!!)

Friday, July 13, 2007

Hello ladies

I should update, but naught has been going on in my life (that's really interesting)

I have passed, merit-ously, into 3 rd year.

Still fat

And alcohol is still giving allergies.

Oh, and ladies.......and gents who play on my team

The stuff wet dreams are made of: find them here

Ohhhh, yum! Have fun!

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

there is nothing to say
but so much to do

Sunday, June 24, 2007

hey you

tried to text you, then i realize i didnt have your no. And i cant log on msn either, so here's my message:

Thanks for staying and revising. Hope you got home OK, it's pretty late. You're smart as hell, and im actually glad im gonna be stuck with someone so intelligent (you can save me when im being grilled!!!) for next year. Im sorry you had to come over under those circumstances, but yeah, im always good for coffee or a cuppa tea, anytime. Take care and good luck for tomorrow!!!

lovies
Eliza

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Everytime im near exams
i dream about other things i'd rather do
But i used to dream about doing this too
Its getting difficult
And when it comes to the crunch
Im not holding up well

It's hard now,
its only gonna get tougher

i wanna do this welll
one thing
if there's one thing i do well
let it be this

this is a vocation
and persistance is what i need
just keep on going
though it feels like im drowning
and losing those other dreams

Friday, June 22, 2007

Perhatikan Rani!

This is a long-time favourite: Perhatikan Rani! by Sheila on 7. It's the last song on their first album (before Duta and crew met their image consultant, so they all looked a bit Indon kilang on the cover.)

I havent heard this song in a long while since my walkman went into retirement and i lost my cassette collection.

I found it randomly, and now its been playing on loop. A message of hope and love. And a reminder not to get caught up in all the distractions.

Just the thing i need.

"Beranjak dewasa kakakku Rani tercinta
Sudah saatnya belajar berpijar
Tinggalkan Jakarta demi masa depan cipta
Sudah waktunya mulai terjaga

Beranjak melentik kakakku Rani yang cantik
Jadikan masa depanmu menarik
Ingat s'lalu pesan kedua orang tuamu
Jalani dengan hatimu yang tulus

Dan jangan takut, jangan layu
Pada semua cobaan yang menerpamu, jangan layu
Kami selalu bersamamu dalam derap
Dalam lelap mimpi indah bersamamu


Padamkan sekejap warna-warni duniamu
Saat kau mulai kehilangan arah
Nyalakan sekejap warna-warni duniamu
Saat berjalanmu kembali tegap

Mungkin semua ini 'kan cepat berakhir
Semoga semua ini adalah
Persinggahan sementara mimpimu"