Ramblings of an Individual

Heh

What can get me out of my warm and comfy bed into the cold, wet street of London?
Coffee.
And Milk.
I'm addicted to both of them.
Not drank together, apart.
Weird?
Naah.
I used to like eating tuna and honey on a bread.
Together.
Heh.

The other day my professor thought I'm Elaine.
She thought I'm a chinese girl called Elaine.
Me.
Wearing a bright pink tudung with a face of pure Malay-ness (agak la~)
Heh?

The marking system is so that everytime you get one wrong you'll be deducted for trying to guess the right answer.
It's like negative marking (penalty for a wrong answer) except apparently there's a certain percentage.
So like, the more salah you make, the more they'll deduct.
Doesn't this go against everything we've learnt in TOK.
How the heck does the computer know we're guessing?
How can a machine know that?
Is this another conspiracy to try and deduct our marks?
Heh!

Okay, enough with the hehs.
Spilling over thoughts threading in and out of my head.
Gnite.

The Grinning Dog

Had clinics at the lab filled with computers and phantom heads.
It's so cool!
(ick, why does that ayat sounds so... teenager-ish?)
Anyways, I was mesmerized by the handpieces and the foot paddle when the lecturer said this:
"Now it's very important to make sure you locked in the scaling brush.
Or not, it might fall off while you're treating the patient.
If you're lucky it'll enter the GIT and all you have to do is search the patient's stool. (eww, gali through all the taik?)
If you're slightly lucky, it'll end up in the trachea and obstruct the airways.
The patient would then have to do a major surgery and will end up with a huge scar at their back
If you're not lucky, the surgery might fail..."
I CAN ACTUALLY KILL MY PATIENTS WHILE I TREAT THEM??
*stunned, horrified and scared all at once*

Pushing that aside, I saw the coolest thing ever at the tubey station yesterday.
(ignore the teen in me that keeps saying 'cool!')
I saw a blind man being led by his gorgeous, light brown dog.
The dog's so clever- it led the man up the stairs and kept nosing him to hold the railing. He even waited at each step so that the man could keep up (and pat him lovingly).
I was so amazed at this, serious.
I stared (way too openly) as they went up the stairs slowly.
Then, just as they're about to reach the top:
The dog turned around, looked at me...
....and he gave me this doggy-like grin with a 'i'm-so-macho' twinkle in its eyes.
SERIOUS!

I was cutting my banana to add to my cereal this morning.
Suddenly.
The knife fell.
Missed my foot for about an inch.
.....
All i can say is...
...God, thank you!

Life's like a Wheel

Like my Pak Hassan (PJ teacher in Langkawi that goes 'PANJANG, CEPAT SIKIT') always say:
'Life's like a wheel. Sometimes you're on the upper part and sometimes you're on the downward part'
Doesn't make sense?
Yeah, i know. Tried to explain it verbally once and everybody around the table gave me blank stares.
Let me explain:

• Up: Finding the pump needle (yes, that tiny needle) in the middle of the busy, dirty, trodden Mile End Road.

         

Down: Poop-ed by a nasty bird while walking down that same road.

• Up: The whole team turning up to play netball and dragging their friends with them. (Thanks Alia!)

          Down: Lost the whole tournament.

• Down: Toe getting stepped on some vicious GS or GA or GD. It was so painful that my toe screamed by itself.

          Up: At least I didn't sprain my ankle like poor Iphin.

• Down: Cooking in a white shirt (now it's colorfully decorated with yellow minyak patches) after the depressing netball game although my muscles were groaning due to lack of earlier warm-up.

          Up: Watching Melissa make her first Cheesecake dedicatedly and successfully.

Adv: Melissa made the nicest cheesecake :)

Well, that's what I meant by the wheel thing.
Anyone else ever experienced it?

Pathetic Toenails.

My ibu jari kaki nye kuku tercabut.
Yup.
(it's not the first time plak tu)
Disgusting right?
These kind of things can only be casually mentioned in blogs.
I mean, you don't go to your coursemates and say:
"My toe's nail came off last night"
(exception to Melissa & Amir, to whom I share many, many other disgusting things)

Anyways, got a chance to watch some seniors treat patients at clinics yesterday.
Shadow-ing. I think it's called that.
I was watching the 'dentist' and the 'nurse' do their thing; scaling and polishing.
They did fine, they look like they know what they're doing.
It was smooth.
(wonder if I can be that smooth, like James Bond's ultra smooth-ness)
But it just got me thinking how weird (to me) it looked.
Compared to my mom.
Every move they made I compared it to my mom.
And all I can say is...
....My mom's the best!
:)
It's so great complimenting her here. She will never, ever find out
;p Got my ego-ness from her as well.

The other day I was hafal-ing my nota on emesis (puking) and had the greatest desire to muntah.
My brain was like, 'Ok, you know how this work now so let's try it!'
Aiyoo, so bad, right?
I learnt about hypoxia (lack of oxygen) and had a panic attack in the tube just because I was trying to remember my notes on hypoxia.
Told this to Amir.
Know what he responded?
"Nasib baik kau tak belajar pasal reproduction"
*glares a deathly jeling at amir*

Chicken Eggs

Ever been called 'lampi'
Translation: slow response to surroundings.
Me? Loads of time.
My nature, I guess, to just zoom out and come back again still stuck on the last conversation; asking questions that should've been asked 5 minutes ago.
I don't mind- only Amir and Melissa use this frequently, sort of like a pet-name?
(Or maybe they're asking me to change my lampi attitude...
... If that's the case, they should've told me direct, since I am lampi. Hahaha)

Anyways. Story-telling:
One our way back from Sainsbury, I fell.
I was waiting for the traffic lights to change, zoomed out, next thing I know Amir's shouting:
"Oiii, Lampi~ Jalan!!"
...Took a step forward, slipped and fell tergolek-golek on the road.
Not those 'terjatuh gracefully, looks like anak deer' kind but the tumbling, scraped my knees on the tar road and spun on my butt kind.
It's normal to stand up again, bright red in the face.
It's normal to scramble upright and quickly cross the road in fear of cars running you over.
It's NOT normal to sit there, feeling depress because you think you broke those eggs you just bought at Sainsbury.
That's exactly what I did.
Can't believe those chicken eggs were more important to me than my life....
....My brain reflexes to survive is so not switched on.
*kerut dahi maximum*