Wet feet...
Mood:  accident prone
Topic: (scary) hospital stories
MMhhhh I knew it today when it started with wet feet... I was in the daycare and just emptying the bladder of a patient... I actually (almost pfffeewww) managed to pee in my own boots. Well, actually the patients urine, but that is a minor detail. Somehow it just wasn't a top day. Next thing I know I'm assisting one of my profs in a laparascopy. Halfway we had to change the instruments and before I know it my thumb is on one of the openings in the abdominal wall. Yeah yeah... the Dutch are saving the day again, as tradition dictates they are holding the finger in the dike...

And the next working day...
Mood:  quizzical
Topic: (scary) hospital stories
Mmmhhh... so typical... today she comes up to me and promises to compensate me for the laparascopy I missed out on... It puzzles me and I wonder if her spells are really only temporarily and as easily over and forgotten as they had initially started. Maybe after all it is only this big issue for her that upset her, even if to me personally it doesn't seem a big deal. but like my friend S. said; for Indians especially, the idea of seniority is a big thing...

Post scriptum... She'd already been spreading some nonsense story behind my back, even while pretending to be nice to me. never mind, for as my supervisor dokter P. said; a tree with strong roots and a broad base isn't afraid if there will be some wind, for it has nothing to fear... Only the weakly rooted trees will fear the wind...

Squirrel on a wire
Mood:  bright
Topic: House & Garden Philosophy
Yeah, that's life sometimes, I think... balancing on a wire, like the squirrel does. But now and then, like the squirrel, you sometimes reach a tree and you can sit down to take a rest, think things over. Now I've passed my MRCOG 1 I can take my momentary rest. I used the occasion to alter some things in the webb.. hope everybody likes it, cause I got quite some complaints about the colours of the text.. Anyway, let me know how ya like it, cheers.

Question 23: Ron's bloodgroup is 100% arabica roast; O true O false
Mood:  caffeinated
Topic: Starbucks
Nothing beats the tranquillity of the night after the rain has swept all the dust from the roads earlier in the evening. Just a bit drizzling, still, it won’t stop me from walking home when there is no cab to be seen in the whole area. When after some 3 minutes a cab is approaching, I hesitate for a moment, but decide to walk on. Especially up Hill Street there is a strong scent coming from the white flowers in this tree that I only know under both the name Japanese tree as well as Cambodian tree. I love the scent as it always reminds me of Bali and the times I spent there. Ahh, memories memories…
This evening was another evening of trying to cramp all the exam stuff in my already overloaded memory. This whole exam is really driving me nuts, and if I’m gonna make it through this exam @ all I actually ought to buy all the Starbucks people some cake or something. From time to time I must have looked quite sad, and they always seemed to know when blood levels where dropping and I needed another caffeine boost. If I would have gotten into an accident one of these evenings and they would have checked my blood group, they probably would have found something like 100% Arabica, double roast.
But still, it’ll keep driving me nuts for the next 9 days or so I guess. For anyone in the medical business who wonders what I’m talking about; go and take a look at the free physiology sample questions @ www.busyspr.com and see how you like it

Mont Kiara Jazz
Mood:  suave
Topic: Night life & other action
Last weekend I finally visited the Sunrise Jazz & Rhythm Festival 2005. Cipto came home late after a surgical battle with the old man… Having no energy for anything else and me being sick & tired of MCQ’s we decided to go there for 2 hours. Good choice, it turned out. I should have brought my camera cause the setting was quite ok. As the matter of fact, it was a bit similar to the Jazz-in-Duketown-thing in my own country. While sitting down and actually realising that I miss my country the way it is in Summer time, I also felt a bit at home, for the mere reason of ending up in a similar atmosphere. To make it even more complete, I even managed to get my hands on a 2 bottles of White Hoegaarden beer from Belgium… It cost me dearly, but it was definitely worth it and for a moment I was back home again. And as far as the music was concerned, it was definitely worthwhile and good for a second round, either next weekend or next year.

The Italian job
Mood:  caffeinated
Topic: Starbucks
Well, thought it was about time for a tribute to my barista's; the people who make sure my cafeine levels keep on flowing on steady levels without too many fluctuations, unlike my life... I must say that the absolute summum of their service extends to even getting me home. Having spent another heavily intoxicated evening with me, my laptop and an occasional ICQ-er intruding my study activities (huh-huh), they were so nice as to bring me home @ the end of the evening. This meant that all 5 of us managed to get ourselves in one of these small, "mini"-like cars you see so often around here (Kancil). Well, my salut for its horse powers, for the driver (who would have done a good job in the F1) managed to steer the thing around the catacombs of the parking basement in the way they drove those mini's in the above mentioned movie (they have more than just espresso in Italy I guess).
Anyway, turns out I'm not the only one maintaining his blog here, so here some attention for another blog that might bring us some interesting topics in the future. I must say that the topic on panty liners was very educational hehehe... Check it out on the "Mi log"-link @ the left. Unfortunately I couldn't leave comment, one apparently has to log in, but here's my cheers for the site...

Flat tire...
Mood:  mischievious
Topic: House & Garden Philosophy
The sound of one of those squeaky children’s shoes comes from around the corner, even before I can see the kid. The novelty was introduced some time ago, I cannot even remember if it was before or after I came to live here. Children are given these shoes that make a fairly irritating squeaky sound at every very step these children take. Till this very day I still haven’t figured out why people buy their kids such shoes. I’m sure it’s not like tying a little bell to the cat’s collar, as if they would otherwise attack some harmless little bird. I still feel it’s more like this guy I once knew, who gave his hyperactive son a drum set as a present…. And severely regretted it afterwards. This time, however, it’s different, being… more monotonous than normally. It takes me a few seconds to figure out why, but soon enough I realize; this kid has a flat tire. Somehow the sole of the shoe got punctured and killed the little bird inside, silencing the kids’ foot forever. I wonder if its parents now feel 50% relieved, having only one intact sole left…

Better in bed....
Mood:  don't ask
Topic: Everyday life (weirdness)
Sometimes it is better to just stay in your bed cause nothing possibly good can happen when you close the door of your house behind you...
What am I talking about ?? Well, could be anything, you flunked the exam you had been studying for untill the extent your brain felt as if it went through the microwave, your boss might not allow you to take up your saved-up leave from your unpaid job, forcing you to just "burn" it, you might take a last minute to Jakarta but get stranded at the airport cause the option of getting visa from the airport is not an option anymore. The stupid aircon in your not so cosy new home keeps you awake, rattling all night and while you're walking to the LRT station you manage to fall in a man-deep sewer pit. Ah life is sure fun. I actually hate myself, for not being as meticulate in these things as I usually am and taking more time for the few fun things I plan to do for myself. Then, to compensate for my lost outing, I went to a book shop and afterwards hated myself again, having bought 2 books instead of 1 only. Money money money... the eternal headache. Nevermind, I just bought a book that attracted me so much that I had to buy it. "Shantaram", by Gregory D. Roberts. Basically it's a book about not giving up, I guess, but.... well, just read this short summary below and think of it.... this guy actually had to rewrite the book twice, for prison guards in India destroyed the first two versions... Oh yeah, I almost forgot, it's got 900+ pages !!

Shantaram is a novel based on the life of the author, Gregory David Roberts. In 1978 Roberts committed a series of robberies while addicted to heroin, and was sentenced to nineteen years’ imprisonment. In July 1980 he escaped over the front wall of Victoria’s maximum-security prison, in broad daylight, thereby becoming one of Australia’s most wanted men for what turned out to be the next ten years.

His journey took him to New Zealand, Asia, Africa, and Europe, but his home for most of those years was Bombay — where he established a free medical clinic for slum-dwellers, and worked as a counterfeiter, smuggler, gunrunner, and street soldier for one of the most charismatic branches of the Bombay mafia. He even got involved with a Bollywood movie...

Mood:  don't ask
Topic: Everyday life (weirdness)
Seems as if every single day is getting hotter. Relieve comes when - almost invariably - by the afternoon rain starts pouring out in a way I hadn't seen before. The sky will turn dark within 15 minutes something. Then, even still dry, the thunder will start, threatening, low grumbling of colliding clouds, as if close to a nearby war zone. While the rain turns the whole premises into a small lake within minutes, the thunder keeps rolling, one after another, like a sea full of angry waves.
I suppose it has nothing to do with my sea of frustration... studying for the exam covering most of the undergraduate stuff, it reminds me of those days when I had my high school exams, in the middle of an already hot summer. Or that time, 7 years later, when I was sitting for my internal medicine re-exam while I had already started working in a local O&G department. Back then, I made it, but I don't know about now...

Mood:  not sure
Topic: Everyday life (weirdness)
Last week one of my colleagues told me I reminded her of Ross, from "Friends"... I guess she didn't know even half how right she was... Last night I was called in the middle of the night; long distance call... To pick up and hear her voice was not a surprise... I already grew accustomed to the fact that she is probably gonna be part of me for the rest of my life, regardless of what happens in the future... Strange how cannot let go of some ties...