Functional Insanity

I ate a bowl of maggi.
And a chunk of my hair fell out.
….
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH~
….am I that old already?

I started my day disgust:
There’s a used plaster in my shower compartment.
Dekat tempat letak your shampoo and stuff tu.
And because the stall is like really, really small.
Plus I’m tall.
The plaster is about 2 inches from my nose.
Eurgh.

To make up for the horrid morning, someone asked if  I’m Japanese.
*pleased*
YES I AM, ARE YOU FROM JAPAN? DO YOU KNOW NINO!?!!?

Had dessert over at Iman’s with her, Amir, Apip and Terry.
Obviously I pressed him about the finals.
The conversation went as so:
Terry: You guys got the list (anatomy structures to remember), right?
Me: Eh?!?!! NO! Kan amir, kan? *pleased that I wouldn’t have to hafal the whole anatomy bok*
Terry: Oh. Got list one.
Me: Really, that makes things easier
Terry: Not really. Got about 100+ things on the list
Me: *pengsan*
Anyone got a recipe to cook the book so that I could just eat it?

I watched a Japanese show. (yes, lazy-mode fully switched on here)
It was about one of their governors or something.
Something struck me odd.
The governor was so bongkok.
Like really, hunchback-like tau.
It’s because he keeps bowing down at everyone.
Him. The governor. Yang bow to people. To commoners.
…
*speechless*

Laziness surrounds me, seeps into my lungs, runs in my blood, settles in all the fat in my body (ade banyak plak tu), passes my blood-brain-barrier and finally overrules my mind.
It commands me to relieve myself from all of my responsibility.
And just crawl back under my duvet.
To sleep.
-escape-

I’ve been back for at least 4 days and I’m just about to write about my 10-days-hols at Ireland + Romania.
Yes. Well. Blame Arome for coming to London with her 500gb  external  disc filled with Japanese goodies.
*dilated pupils*
Anyways.
Dragged Amir and Melissa all over Ireland and was lead by Terry and his friend, Marcel in Romania.
Top 10 highlights:
    10.    Free accommodation in Ireland. Thanks to Melissa and her vast                              connections. Heh. I’m hopeless~
     9.    Met my cousin at Galway. Actually, I had no idea he was there. *peluh besar*
            My mom will be pleased to find out he has gotten thinner though I doubt
            she’ll like the reason ;p
    8.    We were stuffed with cookies, breakfast bars and fruits by wonderful                       Gurvin, Lim Zhi and Jo Lin. It’s nice to be guests.
    7.    I touched a goat! No wait, I petted a goat~
    6.    Managed to skim through ‘Kite-Runner’ at Adilah’s. It’s been awhile since I’ve             read books like that; superbly touching. *plans to cilok Amir’s one later on*
     5.    Found a bread named ‘Saratelle’
    4.    Playing cards every night at Romania. Who knew Bridge was such fun and
            Amir’s hand is so big~
    3.    Got a nice room at Romania complete with bathroom, heater + air-con and             a TV with local and english channels (which apparently changes to porno                     shows after midnight)
     2.   Doing the ‘Chak-chak-chak’ in the middle of the (slightly)                    deserted Train Station. You wouldn’t believe how 20 year-olds would still                    enjoy doing this.
     1.   Spending my first 10 days of Easter Holidays with Shat, Melissa and Amir.

I had a horror attack when I:
    10.   Found out that a text message costs like 50p. *cries watching my 13pounds             credit reduce to 18pence*

    9.    Nearly left my camera on the bus. (REALLY,                 nearly had a heart attack imagining my dad’s face if I told him I lost the                     camera he bought me yang sangat mahal itu)

    8.     Received the ‘emo blow’ from Amir due to miscommunication about the bus              to the airport. Urgh, trust me everyone… you do NOT want to be the one                  yang kene marah by Amir.

    7.     Realized that I had only about 4 hours to re-pack, eat, check my email,                     stare at Nino (rindu betul saya!) and sleep before going to Romania and go              traveling all over again~

    6.    We were scolded by the Politia (police?) for taking pictures. Eek. Dahlah the             city was practically swarmed by them.

    5.    The bread that share my name (sorta), ‘Saratelle’ wasn’t as nice as                     another bread, Dolce.

    4.     Found bacon on my pasta *pengsan nampak meat-ish thinghys in my                          carbonara*

    3.     Heard a consistent loud banging sounds while playing cards. Shat was                       thinking about murderers, my mind was all bout Draculas and the                             supernatural. Not sure what Amir was thinking; might’ve been involved a                 bed ;P and Melissa, well, I think all Melissa was thinking at the moment was             to take a bath.

    2.     Terry’s hair did the porcupine-like action when we                 were tricked into paying 100leu to the cabby. Seriously, like Shat nicely put             it; it mengembang dengan garangnye. (Thank God Terry never reads my                 blog)

    1.    Realized that my 10-days holidays were over  (T_T)

So there it is; our 10-days hols filled with bus trips, tumpang-ing rumah orang, eating fish and chips, enduring the horror winds in Ireland, stuffing ourselves with bread in Romania, putting an ‘a’ after each word to sound like the locals, snuggling each other, laughing over the smallest things, constantly mimic Terry and taking loads of pictures.

Ah yes. I also manage
d to paparazzi a couple of doggy pictures:

 

Ok, the last one is not a dog. Just wanted to put the macho leopard here

Me; doing what I liiike~

   

Eek, can’t belive I took like 700 pictures~

Ah well, holiday is now officially over… back to studying for finals!

*sighs while opening a book*

…maybe I should start on Monday?

 

   

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.

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!

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?

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*

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*

First of all:

*DROOLS*
That’s Hayden Christensen in the movie Jumper.
He teleports.
Yeah.
He can go anywhere, do anything, sleep with anyone.
Until a bunch of people chases him around the world to kill him off claiming that only God should have that power.
Load of crap?
Yeah, I thought so.
But that didn’t stop me from enjoying the view.
This boy is H.O.T.
And at one point of the movie, he was in Tokyo, swirling around in some BMW and started to play some car-game.
*pauses to daydream about Hayden, teleporting, Japan, sushi, BMW…*

So anyways.
If you could teleport yourself to go to anywhere at all… where would you go?
Me?
Easy-peasy.
I’d teleport myself straight into Nino’s arms.

First off, Happy New Year to those celebrating Chinese New Year!
May we all have an auspicious and prosperous year, ne~

I went to Paperchase today.
That superbly HUGE shop filled with pretty stationaries that got me pengsan-ing everytime I see a heavily patterned notebook.
Anyone who knows me long enough would know that I’m such a sucker for stationaries.
Really.
I love Popular.
My dad totally knows this.
And he’s very glad ne. (Popular’s stuff is really cheap~)
Anyways.
I checked the website and it says that it opens at 10am on Sunday.
They. Are. Such. LIARS.
They totally open at 12pm.
OH GOD, EVERY KEDAI HERE BUKAK PKUL 12PM OK ON SUNDAY!
So.
I arrived at about 11am.
And the shopkeeper halau-ed me (grrrrrrrowl)
I started walking.
And what did I see?
…Starbucks.
This is why Starbucks is rich. They’re perfectly situated at places for people stuck in situations like this.
Kyionk~
Then obviously.
I had to pee.
Gosh.
Rushed to MSD, but the tube-y is taking it’s own sweet time.
(or maybe my bladder is too demanding?)
Tapping my feet, jumping up and down, occasionally smiling to myself (Nino’s song was playing on my iPod) and silently pronouncing the word Turn-bull in British accent (don’t ask!)…
…People in the tube openly stared at me.
I have no dignified image in London.
*hides behind a pole*
No wait, that’s not really possible since I don’t have a supermodel-size-zero frame.
Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.

On a brighter note. Met the macho-est black cat ever. He totally had this ‘Pet me. Now’ look. Wish I could bring it back with me…
…MORTY, I MISSSSS U!!!