today we had pbl with the head of plastics at SGH, and his enthusiasm was far too much for the 2 hour session. we were doing the module on myocardial infarction (yes, that's how it's spelt!) and i don't remember much except that he kept asking questions and we kept having to answer. he got particularly cheesed off when 2 classmates were using notes from wikipedia, which incidentally gets like 50% of its info partially wrong all the time. i don't know which med student can actually say with a straight face that the source of his pathology presentation is from wiki, especially when it's an open-source encyclopedia for everyone to screw around with. i learnt that one day when i was stoning through a case i was supposed to be helping my TP debaters set up, when suddenly their teacher barged into the room and was like "NOBODY IS TO USE WIKIPEDIA!" that's how i realised they were talking about how the iraq war has been a major political success with minimal collateral damage, which we all know is not very right.
anyway, it didn't help that i happened to be sitting right opposite our tutor, so he kept asking me explain this and that and like my brain was working on 500% overload. then when he got paged to go back and wrapped up, he was like, "so is it TGIF for you guys?" and i wanted to say yes!! tgif starts from thursday and lasts till sunday, dammit. too bad we had anat prac after that, and it was a rather nasty one concerning the pelvis. examining the nether regions of cadavers who have been dissected years ago = not enticing.
the rest of the day has been a lot better, thanks to food and the promise of sleeping in tomorrow. after pbl i was trudging my way down to the anat lab, when i saw mark sitting outside clutching this paper bag which contained... a blueberry muffin! he must have psychically seen me frowning away during pbl from the thought of how lunch would have to be forgone thanks to long pbl + nasty prac. after that i had a ham and spinach quiche and ice-cream, which are both apparently considered healthy food. AND THEN I WENT RUNNING! omg i shock myself sometimes, i really do. it's like every once in a while i have a little mental aberration about how my body longs to run with the wind, which leads to a frenzy of pavement-pounding and profanity until negative feedback kicks in and puts a stop to the undesired muscular contraction. i am like, a retard in everyday life.
oh and check out how hot britney looks just 2 months after HAVING A BABY, now that she's ditched that bum:
