Time has flown! Last friday I was officially RELIEVED OF ALL DUTIES to our medical fraternity. Which means, no more mindless sai kang for me. Although, I must admit that I never did take too well to being a saikangwarrioress, and indeed found many a reason to pon. While it was an experience that has opened my eyes to a lot of things, I will definitely enjoy not feeling obligated to turn up / organize events which I don't believe in. I guess there is only so much you can do and change, and after a while it's just time to Get The Hell Out. And so I have!

Ironically though, my last event was on the very day that I was supposed to step down. I won't pretend that I contributed meaningfully to it in any way, but I did lose a lot of sleep towards the end dealing with certain characters and miscellaneous things. Such as trying to coerce everyone in TTSH to join the bash pageant. Eventually though, I did manage to get the very sporting Roy and Amanda to join, which worked out very well ;) And as always, Li Jia was fabulous. I love her! Now, the last question is where did that $7000 cheque go to? I have no idea. Hahas!

I left zouk pretty early after the event because... I was bored. For some reason, clubbing just seems like an activity which only fits if you're single. I just don't see the point if you're not out to flirt or meet potential dates from the opposite sex, and have a responsibility to not drink / dance inappropriately. I sometimes wonder if I am missing out on the perks of swinging singlehood. Would it be more fun? And what is it like to be an independent woman? Because I totally rely on mark for too many things. I even need him to tell me to start studying and not drink Coke / Pepsi. And now that we're in different clinical groups and hospitals, I miss him everyday. But I guess that from time to time we need to learn to do things separately from each other. And of course it's OK as long as he's only a phone call away, and willing to wait 2 hours after work whilst I try to escape from neverending lectures :P :P

Anyway, that reminds me- I definitely need to bitch about today's neuro lec! But that's a story for another day. I'm tired now and have a cofm project to do. YAY x1000000.

And lastly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY WALKER! I hope my present doesn't cause -too much- embarrassment in sheep country. Let me know when you get it! ;)

I keep re-watching this vid and trying to see how Coldplay could possibly have thought it was fit for public consumption. It's ridiculous! Why does Chris Martin look like he's having a seizure??? I mean, his actions are already totally whacked out, but must he bounce continuously too?

I get that there's a revolutionary marching pace kinda theme to it, but I really think they indulged Chris' psycho tendencies a bit too much in this one. And of course I had to re-watch Violet Hill too, and actually I kinda see how such retarded antics are quite the norm for him. I guess when you're insanely talented you're allowed to act stupid, and name your daughter Apple. Haha.

Oh, and don't you think he looks like Hugh Laurie from certain angles? Hawtness!

And, I definitely DO NOT see how this was a suitable song to open the 90210 season. Does that show even have brains?? It's like the WORST new teenage drama ever! Give me OC over it any day man.

Recently my hypochondriac tendencies have been on overdrive, and I have now convinced myself that I am a walking fomite and live in dire fear of dying from one of the ten thousand diseases which I have self-diagnosed. And I should add that out of these ten thousand diseases, I am self-medicating for about half. The stress of all this is in fact making me forget little things, such as taking my daily multivitamins. I suppose this is greatly ironic.

My newest obsession is puzzling over whether or not I truly have HT, which is thanks to my surgery examiner, of all people. I have suddenly become quite conscious of some of these symptoms, although Mark says that I am still missing one or two key features of the disease, which means that my fears might just be unfounded. But still, I could just die of atrial fibrillation any moment now. Oh, the drama!

Also, there's vasovagal syncope. This is for real. I definitely do feel faint when standing in a claustrophobic environment. For example, during bedside tutorials when the curtains are drawn around the patient's bed. Those are PRIME fainting circumstances. I hope I don't alarm the patient too much with the dilating pupils, paleness and sudden hyperventilating. Haha.

And of course, there's DEATH FROM FAILING PATHO. I should be doing something about this, but somehow I just can't. But I should try.

Goodnight, y'all!