Sunday, 30-May-2004 10:37

Mini you. Coming soon.

I really need to organise myself. Some kind of study schedule. My notes are all over the floor, different subjects mixed together. It's not a pretty sight:(

Went out with friends last night to watch The Day After Tomorrow. I really liked it! Or perhaps I would've liked anything just because I was out for the night - something very unsual for me this month. We went back to one of the guy's apartments to celebrate G's bday but he wasn't even there! Still out with his gf, who pulled a Jessica Simpson and hired him some fancy car to drive around in for his bday. How unoriginal :) If I was watching that show with my boyfriend and he thought that was a really cool idea for a gift etc, I'd probably lead him to believe that I'd do that for him for his special day and hire him a bicycle instead :P Anyways, we headed to a local bar hoping to find a few other friends but all we found were some deadbeat teens, getting into a fight.

Had yum cha in the morning with my mom, bro and his wife. She's big now...scary! When my mom arrived last week, she brought all these baby clothes and things with her. It's just scary, holding all these mini-sized things, knowing that in a few months, there'll actually be a body wriggling around in it, pooping in it, staring back at you in it. S.c.a.r.y. The only thing I'm jealous of is that Sam's decorating the baby room - painting it and what not. My brother drew this really cool wall-to-wall picture of this big jungle scene, with a waterfall and characters like Simba from The Lion King and Nemo. She's also making this big banana tree out of felt, and you actually use it to measure the kid's height. It has a banana that you remove and restick everytime the child grows. There are also felt monkeys that you can stick anywhere on the tree. So cool! :D

Finally, all my must-watch reality tv shows are now over and I'm actually glad. I hate that I succumb to bad reality shows just because I've watched it from the first episode. No more of that! I will be completely selective from now on. I will. I will. I will.

Saturday, 29-May-2004 1:45 AM

There's just too much of study and not enough of you.

Mom's here and already I'm beginning to feel the stress. Dad will be here this Monday and although I want to see him, I'm not looking forward to being angry by the presence of too many people in the house, walking in and out of my room, turning the doorknob of my locked door left and right and left and right and left again. I can't stand when my dad does that. Or anyone for that matter.

Everything has been piling up to the point where the piles are even landsliding, that's how much work I have to catch up on. I guess I should thank my lucky stars that I only have ten exams coming up instead of the 21 I had this time last year. Still, I feel like I'm going to implode and I just wanna cry.

I'm depressed :(

Sunday, 23-May-2004 10:24 PM

Busted.

Two things:

ONE: I cannot stop eating junk! This past week and a half have been absolutely bad bad bad. Chocolate, coffee, tea, chocolate, chips, pizza. God, I could do with a slice of pepperoni pizza right now.

I've never eaten a block of chocolate like this. I'm not even breaking the pieces off. It's sooo good :D

TWO: I found out yesterday that my mom's coming home tomorrow. Now that wouldn't be so bad except that she doesn't know about the kittens and of ALL pets, she really has a thing against cats.

My my my my my. How to tell her..? Any suggestions? Maybe I can convince her that Boston is really a guinea pig, it's just her eyes fooling her.

Saturday, 22-May-2004 5:13 PM

Pets and personalities.

Lynn wrote me an email and in one of the paragraphs she was saying she never realized how pets have feelings too until she met her bf's dog. It led me to start reminiscing about my previous pets and how they amusing they were. Then I started thinking about the kittens and trying to sum up their personalities. My sister's bf thinks they're just like Bart and Lisa Simpson.

Emmy (my sister's kitty) is too smart to do tricks to earn her food because she knows she'll get fed regardless. She's not amused by the jingling bell that's trapped in a plastic ball (one of their toys) because she knows it's just a cheap bell inside a plastic ball. She doesn't paw at the fake furry mice because she knows they're just fake furry mice. She doesn't play with the worms because she knows they're just tiny bits of cut up string.

Boston will sell his soul for a treat. He'll devise plans to sneak up on and attack the mice, like he's the crocodile hunter. I haven't quite figured him out yet. Either he's too smart and just does silly things to amuse me or he's really a dumb blonde trapped inside a the body of a kitten.

Last night I was lying on the sofa, my head propped up by one arm, watching tv when Boston came and sat right in the line of view. 'What?' I asked him. He tilted his head to one side, then the other, looking really confused...

...and then he punched me in the face! Not an arm stretched out, claws extended grab, but a furry, closed-fist punch!

Then he tried to do it again! I mauled him first though :D Hahaha. Don't mess with the human, you miniscule furrball.

Today for the first time, I let him up on my bed and was about to take a nap when he walked right up to me and put two paws on my face. I put him beside me but he insisted on standing on my head. I've told him not to do crazy things to me or I'll just do them right back to him. I'm waiting for tonight to come, so I can creep up on him and stand on his head. :D

Friday, 21-May-2004 5:37 PM

I haven't updated in a long while because I have been:

stressed

angry

exhausted

panicking

irritated

I always imagined that if one wanted to do a postgraduate or Masters Degree, it would be because they wanted to further their education. They wanted to. As much as us students want to be chiros, we can't unless we do the Masters course - which is why they make it a combined course. We don't really get a choice.

The past two years have been very cut-throat. The students will do anything to get grades, a pass mark, past exam papers, cheat sheets etc. I've found myself caught in a whirlwind of lies, backstabbing, secrets and some very sly moves. It's quite like the other day when I was sitting out on the grass having lunch - it was windy and that time of the year where the leaves are golden brown and crunchy. As I sat there, the leaves blew toward me and circled me, some hitting my face, scratching my already dry, pre-winter skin. If you don't go with the flow, it'll go right through you, and you'll get all cut up as a result. How can everything seem so normal on the outside when in fact, all these scandalous things are going on??

I didn't get a placement for the 4 day uni games offer, only a 2 day placement - which is what everyone else who didn't get the 4 day placement was offered. I was reaaaally bummed out because M got offered 4 days and I couldn't understand why. Why her and not me as well? We have pretty much the same grades for everything, the same skill etc. Then I heard the coordinator had gone to our clinics and asked our supervisor to rate our competency from 1-3 and I started to feel really incompetent after that. Then I started getting really mad about it...I talked to a lot of people about it and found out that the students who were tutoring 1st and 2nd years got a priority and were all given 4 day placements, and there's a few people in there who are just plain favorites of the coordinator. Dodgy bastards.

Yesterday I took a look at the noticeboard at the results that have been put up for our past few exams. On one particular one, we had to do four adjustments and were given a mark and feedback (on the day of the exam) on how we did. Each was out of 45 and I got 35, 35, 45 and 35. My partner had 35, 35, 35 and was told that she failed one of them. Meaning 0, or so I thought. Anyways, I looked up my partner's marks and I see: 35, 35, 35, 35. Well whaddya know. It was M too.

Now I'm starting to think I should get in on this action. I should flirt, and lie and steal other peoples notes (some a$$hole stole my lecture notes for an entire subject). Hell, maybe I should sleep with the important people - something others have done - I've yet to try that move :P

The days are extremely long and I get home and I'm completely exhausted. I've had more coffee this week than the last 4 months. I get less than 7 hours of sleep each night so I'm definitely looking forward to the sleep-in tomorrow morning.

Oh! I forgot to mention too that the car died on me again. Well some part of it...I was told it had to be towed :( Not again.

On to lighter things...

Yesterday I had a new patient. A rather cool 68 year old athletic man. Before I examined him, he took his shirt and pants off and stood there in front of me, staring down. Then he chuckled and said 'oops! I've put my underwear on back to front !'. As a professional, or almost one, you try to avoid looking in private areas but sometimes, you just can't help but notice. It looked like he had a pouch/pocket on the front of his underwear. I mean, I know all underwear have that extra material at the bottom (on the inside), but it just looks weird when it's inside out and there's male genitalia pushing the damn thing even further out. It reminded me of a kangaroo.

Boston has been the perfect little stud. He's absolutely gorgeous and when the light shines in his face, his eyes are so bright and he just looks like a king ! :D I taught him how to 'stay' the other day but I doubt he remembers. He loves sleeping on me and will stretch his arms straight up so he looks like a toy monkey hanging onto my collarbones.

When I get home at the end of the day, I squat down and hold my arms out and he comes running but always stops short of me being able to reach him. I'll always have to lean forward to pick him up and it startles him a little but as soon as my hands are on him, he becomes a purring machine! The funniest thing about him is he entertains himself. He'll be walking up the stairs and suddenly jump up into the air, like popcorn, because something's caught his attention. Although, to the human eye, there's nothing around him :)

He's just a happy chappy =D

Thursday, 13-May-2004 11:11 PM

Everyday has been exhausting me out completely. I'm struggling now to even keep one eye open. This week I've been drinking more coffee, taking more ginko biloba, getting less and less sleep and taking on more classes at uni. I've been running around chasing up after coordinators, supervisors etc since they pinned up our 'clinic attendance percentage' on the noticeboard. I had 92.16% and was shocked since I've only missed one day and had someone scheduled to replace me and done two extra shifts. Technically, I should be over 100%. Some people had 111%! The coordinator got frustrated with me because I was complaining and I guess to him 92% is just as good as 100% and I know I'm being anal about it but I had planned to take a few weeks off later on in the year and I need my percentage as high as I can damn well get it because we need a 70% attendance. Grr, anyway, it involved a lot of running around, to and fro, one building to another and back again. Plus I seem to have strained my quads at their attachments (don't ask how) and boxercise was torture this week. I realise when my entries get this boring, it's really just for me to keep a record of what I've done during the week incase someone in the family gets a speeding fine and accuses me of being the driver, I can show proof and say look here, I was a completely boring human and stayed home every night of the week for the whole damn month.

Sunday 09-May-2004 10:33 PM

We had class yesterday, can you believe that!? A 3.5 hour class on Saturday! Everyone was pretty dead tired and wanting to go home. I can't believe I've been at uni two weekends in a row now. I made it to the Mind Body and Spirit festival today though, so I'm glad about that since it was the last day. I don't know why but I feel like I have to go every year - it's become a routine now, a tradition. I got a nice qigong massage by the same guy that did me last year. Everyone goes too soft on me :P I have shoulders of steel!

The kittens have been pretty bad although they play innocent extremely well. We're going to have to get them collars with bells on them so they don't sneak off on us. I'm thinking of getting mine some electronic device that plays the icecream truck music so I know when he's coming. :D I've taught him to sit and shake hands =) He's really a big dog at heart.

He's funny =) He sleeps with his feet sprawled everywhere..in the air, over his head, spread eagle, you name it. Here he is pretending to be a kung fu master in his dreams.

Thursday, 06-May-2004 10:35 PM

Gosh, I can't believe it's almost the end of the week! I'm glad this week is over. Five thing due/exams between Monday to Wednesday. I've had enough. I did pretty well in the practical tests. I can't really complain about my marks.

The kittens are asleep and purring out of synch on my lap =)

Monday, 03-May-2004 11:10 PM

A little something just to ease my mind. I think I'm going to name him Boston. I didn't really like the name at first but since he's had no name the whole week and I've been randomly calling him Boston, it's somehow stuck and I can't seem to shake it off.

He's absolutely adorable when he sleeps. He always does so in really funny positions. He LOVES to sit on my shoulder and sleep vertically against my chest with his head under my chin. It's so ticklish =)

Monday, 03-May-2004 10:30 PM

I've got the creeps.

I would have had a record number of patients today at the clinic but one of the guy's failed to keep his appointment, damnit. It was the moaner too. Ahh well. Would have been a whopping FIVE patients otherwise.

But records don't end there. Today one of my patients asked me out. It was my new patient from last week, the one who admitted he was very overweight (110kgs) and had no shame in taking his clothes off in front of me so I could examine him. At first he said he wanted to change his next appointment ( I booked him in with another intern) to come and see me because he really trusted me. Then he asked for advice as to which equipment at the gym he should be weary of. Then he said he had something else to ask me and proceeded by telling me that he thought I was really talented, smart, intelligent etc and then said 'I was wondering if would you like to go out to dinner with me this Thursday night?'

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Alarms were going off in my head. WTF did he just ask me!?

Okay, now I wouldn't have freaked out so bad if this kind of thing happened to me all the time but it never happens to me so I wouldn't have the first clue how to deal with it. All I kept thinking of was movies, movies, what had I seen in movies? What had other girls said?

Then he continued to tell me that he had booked this harbour cruise thing where they take you out around the harbour in the city and you have dinner on board.

Did I mention the guy is 38!? And good lord, everyone tells me I look much younger than I am. Like 17 or something. Grossssss.

So of course I try to reject him nicely but I stumble on my words and splutter out some kind of no. I said I was really flattered but that I had a boyfriend and he wouldn't appreciate that. Then as we were walking out, I STUPIDLY felt obliged to speak somemore so I turned around to look at him and without thinking, asked 'do you have someone else you can ask?' and he said no. Then I said 'well I'm sure you'll find someone.'

I KNOW. I can't believe I said that. I meant that he'd find a friend that could go with him so the booking was not wasted, and not that he'd one day find a life partner.

Anyways, I had my sister's boyfriend booked in right after him and he was actually waiting at the front reading a magazine. I quickly ushered him into the room after the guy had left and freaked out behind closed doors. My sister's bf thinks I should tell the supervisor and the others incase this guy tries to pull some moves on me while I'm in the treating room with him. He said 'you don't know this guy, he may SEEM nice out the outside and harmless but you don't know what he's capable of.' That is creeping me out :(

Saturday, 01-May-2004 0:45 AM

Only two drinks and I'm out.

Gosh I'm getting old. I hardly hang out in the city anymore. Actually, I hardly hang out anywhere anymore. The city is still the same. It's like an endless supply of 17 year olds doing the same ole thing, waiting in the same ole club lines. It was my cousin's birthday today so we met up at one of the clubs in the city (I'm too embarassed to name it) and my brother couldn't get in because he was dressed too casual - which wasn't the case since there were guys in more casual outfits than his that were inside. I'm pretty sure it was because S is pregnant and they probably didn't want that kind of scene in the club. Plus they wouldn't make any money out of her since she wouldn't be drinking. The birthday boy was late and we never intended to stay long because I have to be up early tomorrow and I'm dead tired tonight for some reason, so we didn't actually spend that much time together. Didn't even get to see my brother and S because they had to go somewhere else and had planned to meet up later with us.

Anyways, I'm home and so damn tired and it's not even that late...what's happening to me!? Old bones and tired, aching muscles at 23!?? I had forgotten what it was like hanging around smokey nightclubs with sleazy guys.

This is so off the topic but I feel pretty damn guilty about it. This is the first time I've ignored Salami ...sometimes I forget why I'm doing it. Guys can get too comfortable sometimes.