curse of the pink oleander
snobs are happy, so happy that they know the half life of digoxin, digitalis or digitoxin. as i sat there in gaping awe, with jaw dropping incomprehensibility as my mates go on discussing therapeutic options for patients with cardiac failure. truth is i never knew that u are expected to know the names of origin of drugs. say all this while i thought tubocurarine is a drug for neuromuscular paralysis, my counterparts KNOW that it was used by the American Indians who shoots the poison to make their enemies "sleep" or whatever and that they KNOW digoxin's other names include foxglove and pink oleander.
i'm doomed! sobz. the thing is they CAN ask such stupid questions when it comes to exams. so what to do don't answer lor. mcqs are already crazy like 200 in 1 hr! and 6 essays in 2 hrs...how to finish!!?? and they advise us to "plan"- Plan to ____. I don't know how these people do it! amazing lah. already i'm so random and tired, coupled with impending erraticism, compounded by subconcious gan-cheong-ism and overloaded by insurmountable what-i-have-to-know-but-don't-ism!
damn!
i hate it when this period comes. who am i kidding right? being forced to do what you don't wanna do. boh bian~ pity those ants who have to work for the lazy queen!
woah. getting manic here! train of thoughts like a runaway train. or maybe it's my vision, or something wrong with the screen. why is it that i'm squinting here? shit. bad habit! naughty boy you, told myself over and over not to read notes so close (average distance between my notes and my eye is approximately 10cm). worse thing is i'm doing a project on myopia with the SNEC and HPB and i'm supposed to recommend good eyecare habits and look at myself, myopic prone. i think i had myopic vision once u know and that i was referred to the optician once and that he told me to put on glasses and i refused, now...like the problem's gone. i told my mom i don't wanna be those asses with glasses! ok better not speak too soon.
the feeling's always here lah. exams. exams.exams. must have something bad to say b4 it and after it. but it's not as if it's not uncommon. like yah i know u're bitching bout me bitchin bout exams, know what, think aiyah never mind can? i tell people they sound Cina, like i more can? hahha. of course intentionally. better not let my sister read this, she is so going to re-type this into proper sentences! blearrghh.
expressive or what someone?
anyway, was with the M5's just now they're having their MBBS soon, like tuesday or some shit like that. and in that room where i was with them, i felt the pressure. to be updated, informed, knowledgable and "smart". they're stressing me up can? and i'm only in my third year and i don't even know half the things, of course, medically and surgically speaking. but that aside i was quite pissed off wit them cos they were yacking throughout the 5 hrs i was there with them, so much for sensitive, emphatising doctors wannabe. they bitch some more can. at least i don't sound like that. "yeah right! worse lor you!!", or so my friend proclaimed.
despite not being acknowleged (it wasn;t the matter for me), i don't know?! what does that show? must be something weird right. at least i talked to them, they're like bloody automatons man!! psycho and they're studying psychiatry, think some pple need help themselves! ok i can't help myself i gotta bitch. shit i;m so awake now! damn and yes, while i'm at it might as well go the whole 9 yards. so they were having dinner and all of them order healthy macs food like diet coke and fries with no salt and McChicken w/o mayo over the phone! and NO SUPERSIZE! ah ah no way. the most surprising thing was they didn't finish it and theworse part was here it comes, they're all men, bigger than me. in terms of size of course. i'm like damn, "my grandma eats more lor. shit you pple!" and the had the odacity to throw it away while the ants in the room walked halfway from their niche just to get it! so now, i was left with ants-who surprisingly like fast food, must be a metropolitan down there- and they're like strolling all over head banging and all. bummers!
another funny thing was i was at tampines mall just now and there the author "james Lee" of the series Mr.Midnight was there at Times. not that i'm interested. i was there to purchase Amy Tan's "the joy luck club". so there's te promoter who went about the loud hailer and promoting the Author's books and all! and i was like trying to find my book among all these little rascals running around the store- obviously there're new to words like "order", "quiet", "silence" and "queue". i decided to inquire over the counter and ended up asking for Amy LEE. thanks a lot!
i'm doomed! sobz. the thing is they CAN ask such stupid questions when it comes to exams. so what to do don't answer lor. mcqs are already crazy like 200 in 1 hr! and 6 essays in 2 hrs...how to finish!!?? and they advise us to "plan"- Plan to ____. I don't know how these people do it! amazing lah. already i'm so random and tired, coupled with impending erraticism, compounded by subconcious gan-cheong-ism and overloaded by insurmountable what-i-have-to-know-but-don't-ism!
damn!
i hate it when this period comes. who am i kidding right? being forced to do what you don't wanna do. boh bian~ pity those ants who have to work for the lazy queen!
woah. getting manic here! train of thoughts like a runaway train. or maybe it's my vision, or something wrong with the screen. why is it that i'm squinting here? shit. bad habit! naughty boy you, told myself over and over not to read notes so close (average distance between my notes and my eye is approximately 10cm). worse thing is i'm doing a project on myopia with the SNEC and HPB and i'm supposed to recommend good eyecare habits and look at myself, myopic prone. i think i had myopic vision once u know and that i was referred to the optician once and that he told me to put on glasses and i refused, now...like the problem's gone. i told my mom i don't wanna be those asses with glasses! ok better not speak too soon.
the feeling's always here lah. exams. exams.exams. must have something bad to say b4 it and after it. but it's not as if it's not uncommon. like yah i know u're bitching bout me bitchin bout exams, know what, think aiyah never mind can? i tell people they sound Cina, like i more can? hahha. of course intentionally. better not let my sister read this, she is so going to re-type this into proper sentences! blearrghh.
expressive or what someone?
anyway, was with the M5's just now they're having their MBBS soon, like tuesday or some shit like that. and in that room where i was with them, i felt the pressure. to be updated, informed, knowledgable and "smart". they're stressing me up can? and i'm only in my third year and i don't even know half the things, of course, medically and surgically speaking. but that aside i was quite pissed off wit them cos they were yacking throughout the 5 hrs i was there with them, so much for sensitive, emphatising doctors wannabe. they bitch some more can. at least i don't sound like that. "yeah right! worse lor you!!", or so my friend proclaimed.
despite not being acknowleged (it wasn;t the matter for me), i don't know?! what does that show? must be something weird right. at least i talked to them, they're like bloody automatons man!! psycho and they're studying psychiatry, think some pple need help themselves! ok i can't help myself i gotta bitch. shit i;m so awake now! damn and yes, while i'm at it might as well go the whole 9 yards. so they were having dinner and all of them order healthy macs food like diet coke and fries with no salt and McChicken w/o mayo over the phone! and NO SUPERSIZE! ah ah no way. the most surprising thing was they didn't finish it and theworse part was here it comes, they're all men, bigger than me. in terms of size of course. i'm like damn, "my grandma eats more lor. shit you pple!" and the had the odacity to throw it away while the ants in the room walked halfway from their niche just to get it! so now, i was left with ants-who surprisingly like fast food, must be a metropolitan down there- and they're like strolling all over head banging and all. bummers!
another funny thing was i was at tampines mall just now and there the author "james Lee" of the series Mr.Midnight was there at Times. not that i'm interested. i was there to purchase Amy Tan's "the joy luck club". so there's te promoter who went about the loud hailer and promoting the Author's books and all! and i was like trying to find my book among all these little rascals running around the store- obviously there're new to words like "order", "quiet", "silence" and "queue". i decided to inquire over the counter and ended up asking for Amy LEE. thanks a lot!
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