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Noteworthy in 2009

  By judene | December 31, 2009 - 10:48 pm | Uncategorized
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Seungri

This is definitely the best thing to happen to me in 2009. I will always thank Tina Theajan and Perez Hilton for showing me what I still consider to be a damn sexy music video. Seungri has served as the best eye candy, fantasy subject and desktop wallpaper for the past 12 months.

Big Bang

Naturally, with Seungri comes Big Bang. This is the first K-pop boyband I’ve ever liked, and quite possibly the first pop group I’m not embarrassed to talk about. Friends from school may recall a Gil and The Moffatts phase. Apparently, I’m so unashamed of these 20-somethings dancing around in sequined suits and hot pink pants, that I deemed it appropriate to order their concert DVD and bring it with me to Moscow. Even Blink-182’s Urethra Chronicles is sitting in a suitcase somewhere with all my other CDs. That’s gotta mean something, man.

Good Eye Gone Bad

“It’s a virus. DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING.” Comforting words to hear from a doctor when you’ve got fluids oozing out and it feels like you’ve got menstrual cramps in your eye. Although lovingly known by me and my uncle as “Amma’s sore eye”, it’s probably known better as kerato-conjunctivitis. Trust it to hit my good eye, rendering me partially blind during its course. Thanks to this sweet infection, I missed 3 weeks of class, and had to catch up on numerous tests and classes, and most importantly, campus gossip. On the bright side, I managed to get better acquainted with Big Bang and many other shows that are easily downloaded (i.e porn).

Camwhoring on Orchard Street

Can you believe that a 3-day trip to Singapore that consisted of a lot of walking to various shopping malls and living in a budget hotel took 18 months to materialize?? I’d like to blame our busy schedules and hectic lifestyles, but that’s only a small part of it. The real obstacle was a canine diva with more tantrums than Mariah Carey. Lots of camwhoring,  lots of Korean(?) street snacks and truckloads of laughter.Totally worth the wait!

At The Snake Farm? Place? Exhibition Center??

Oh my gosh, this trip to Langkawi deserves its own post. This trip was proof that no outing with friends is complete without a 12-hour train ride, a rented car which has a clutch that chooses to work at its own discretion and feeble attempts to not get ripped off (RM300 for an Indian lunch in duty-free Langkawi? Really?).

This post was not supposed to be this half-assed, but the pictures should make up for it, I suppose.

Happy New Year, everybody!!

It’s Winter, Why Am I Not Snuggled Up In Bed?

  By judene | December 29, 2009 - 2:32 pm | Uncategorized
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Operative Surgery and Topographical Anatomy. Two weeks. In Russian.  Doesn’t it make perfect sense that I’m blogging?

Me and Anat don’t have a good history. From the first class (which I had missed) right up to the exam, we’ve had bad blood. And that was in English. You can imagine how much fun I’m having with this demonic baby.

I know that so far, all I’ve done is bitch about my studies. I don’t really hate all of it, just some. Besides, all the cool people whine about studying *snicker*.

2010 arrives in a couple of days. I’m always excited about the new year. It gives me another “do-over”. Awesome days for these do-overs are Easter, my birthday and New Year’s Day. Oh, how could I forget months that start on a Monday? Those are pretty rad, too. Why the constant need to hit the “reset” button? Because my ability to stick to stuff is only slightly better than the working memory of a goldfish.

Initially, my post for this week was supposed to be momentous events that took place in 2009, but my mind and fingers decided to run amok and spew this nonsense. Just as fun as the other post would have been, but does nothing to defend my mental state.

A few thoughts have been running through my mind, and I wish someone would either explain them to me, or empathize with me. Anything that’s easier will do.

  1. When a chick sleeps with a guy just because she wants to and doesn’t expect stuff, she’s cheap. Wouldn’t it be worse if she expected dinner, a movie and other material objects in exchange for sex? I could be wrong, but the latter scenario sounds like prostitution’s more high maintenance, sophisticated cousin.
  2. Some guys are boob-sessed, and some are ass-essed. I understand that the ones who check out asses are just part of the whole evolution-baboon-mating-call explanation. So, does that make the boob-sessed guys more evolved or are they men with mommy issues? (Freud’s gonna love me!)

Now with that out of the way, I probably should get back to the real reason I’m not in bed (other than the fact that neither Seungri nor Gerard Butler are here to join me).

Fa-Friggin’-La-La

  By judene | December 26, 2009 - 7:22 am | Uncategorized
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Merry Christmas everyone!

I’ve been tossing around the idea of writing a post about girls being crazy (because they are), but so far nothing good comes to mind in the example department, so that has to be kept on a shelf for a while.

This Christmas probably would have been better if the Grinch had come and stolen it. Sure, the decor was there and the presents made their appearance, but that’s where it all ended. A few notable highlights would be getting my credit for a cycle I enjoyed (hoorah for Facultative Surgery and Golosnitskii!) and a quiet dinner at T.G.I (save the birthday holler from the staff that we’re still trying to decipher).

This past few weeks have been cementing something that I’ve been….I wouldn’t say ‘fearing’ but perhaps not looking forward to. I guess I could liken it to having a cavity and trying to fool yourself that it’s just the cold weather causing the toothache, headache and fever, when deep inside you know you will eventually have to go to the dentist to be told it’s a damned bad tooth.

Damn, this is un-entertaining. I should have kept quiet till the crazy-girl post came to full bloom.

Don’t Let The Sun Fool You

  By judene | December 17, 2009 - 1:05 pm | Bitchfit
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-26 Degrees

For the past week, Moscow has seen nothing above -18 degrees Celcius. Students have been huddled around heaters like the homeless, but in better winter wear. On the bright side, there has been no wind to take our breaths away, which is a great blessing.

Chief Heater Hugger

Chief Heater Hugger

It’s December, my least favourite month. Many unpleasant anniversaries are coming up, and I do not care to enumerate them. All I know is, my ability to remember dates and useless events seems to be my biggest thorn.

I wanted to post about something that has bothered me for many years. I wanted to lash out and say everything. I knew what the consequences would be, and I didn’t care. I even had my words all figured out. My desire to write was so great that for once, I did not think about Seungri in the shower.

I don’t think my desire was great enough, though. If it were, I wouldn’t have waited till today to post, and I wouldn’t have let myself be persuaded by another blog and a set of memories to keep my words to myself.

I’ll compromise.

I used to reply, “no problem!” when people thanked me for anything. There’s a reason I say, “okay” nowadays.

Longer post later.

Obstruction.Retention.Stones.Penis.

  By judene | December 9, 2009 - 1:22 pm | Uncategorized
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Either everyone lied to me, or everyone is smarter than me in Urology. I prefer to believe the former.

” Oh, it’s like MI (Med Informatics) except that it’s Uro,”

“You just have to sit there and pretend to listen”

“You just go for attendance”

“One guy slept off and the teacher didn’t even care”

COCK.

The only other cycle I ever put this much effort into was Facultative Therapy, which made sense. I had a patient to deal with.

My Urology cycle began with the head of the department saying that we will be given patients so that we can write and submit our patient history. What what WHAT?!!! I thought there was only a report on any topic we fancied? Was I in the right hospital? Was this one of those strangely realistic nightmares? 1st City Hospital? Check. Self-pinch Test? Goddamnit, I’m awake (and that pinch hurt like a bitch).

Nothing got better. I was asked to sit in front of the class. The teacher was more than happy to question foreign and Russian students alike. Sitting in front did not help one bit. After an hour of numb extremities, cold sweat and battered intercostal muscles, he gave us a 20 minute break.

Half an hour later, a different teacher came in. He, fortunately enough for my well-being, couldn’t care less about us foreigners. However, he too went on about patient history and how it should be written. He then proceeded to tell us that to get our credit for this cycle, we have to answer some questions based on what we will learn thoughout the week, submit a patient history and interpret an X-ray. Cue to start sweating blood.

At the end of class, the teacher assigned the RUSSIAN students their patients and informed the remaining groups that our teacher is someone else and we have to find out what he has in store for us. A wave of relief washed over us, and we gaily skipped along.

Day 2: A teacher comes in, passes X-rays around and tells us to name the method of investigation, the organ being examined and our diagnosis. Oi! What’s this?! Weren’t we in a completely different league? You know, the one that has minimal radiology knowledge use, and where I get to sleep off? At this point, my heart doesn’t even bother to pump blood anymore. The teacher says that each person has to come up one by one and explain their answers to the class. This cannot go well.

Then the first teacher from the first day of class comes along to herd us out of the room. Saviour, he is not. As soon as we reach our designated class i.e the corridor of the consultation department, he bombards us with questions. To be perfectly honest, it’s not that bad. In fact, class has been good enough to keep me attentive for 3 hours, and I remember stuff without constantly jotting things down in a notebook. My teacher does have a sense of humour, although he doesn’t really encourage it.

Day 3 was the same and I suspect Days 4 and 5 will be, too. Sigh.

But my beef here is the fact that this is NOT what I expected at all! How is it possible that every other person who has had Urology says that it’s an easy cycle when I could swear I had more sleep during my Operative Surgery classes? I’ve been dreaming about ureters and kidneys and urethrae, and not in that juvenile Blink-182 way either.

Facultative Surgery had better live up to its reputation.