I'm officially in love with this song by Gazette, a Jrock band with visual kei stylings and a tinge of gothic.
It'd been sitting in my MP3s-to-decide-whether-to-keep folder for a while, before I gave it a real listen and got impressed by the velvety flow of the whole song and mainly, how well the guitarwork goes with the mournful vocals.
Visual kei bands are such an un-KC thing to like. But then, good music is good music, pretentious or not.
Night. Can't sleep. Overcaffeinated perhaps? Ramped up my caffeine intake (evidence based, okay!) because I was going running yesterday, and now it bit me back doubly hard in the ass.
Messaging on the phone. At least, much of those thorny issues are resolved.
Listening to J-rock on my trusty MP3 player, staring at the maroon clouds blowing across the pitch black sky. Fell into fitful sleep, and woke up totally groggy.
New day. If it's any consolation, it's a Friday! Walked down the stairs with a crazy blocked nose. Breakfasting while sneezing my nose off.
Needed to use another pair of earphones for my daily commute - the in-canal earphones gave me a red and irritated ear canal after prolonged use with damp ears, the clip-ons feel uncomfortable after some time. And when I open the bag where I leave all my old earphones and cables. the dust sent me into a sneezing fit.
I don't know of anyone who sneezes in as rapid succession as I do.
With the cheapo Sony earbuds that came stock with my MP3 player and an embarrassingly red and shiny nose, I got onto the bus to school.
Couldn't take the sneezing and itching any more, and succumbed to using those magic pills I carry along with me all the time. Thank goodness for antihistamines!
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Clinical attachment today was absolutely weird - there were all sorts of uncommon and complicated conditions being seen that session. Totally unlike the first 3 days.
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After lunch, QY and I decided to slink off early. And along the way back, I was accosted by an alkie at the void deck in Dover.
He asked me for the time. I told him the time.
He thanked me and shook my hand. Red flag. Normal people don't usually shake hands for something as trivial as that.
He kept on ranting on and on about religion and how I should study hard and filial piety and how he has trouble lifting his right arm (he slurred like a stroke victim anyway) and how his 3 kids are really successful and how old he is and so on and so forth. And he insisted on shaking my hand another 4 times.
Oh did I mention? He had a can of Baron's by him.
I tried to slink away - but he continued talking, oblivious to my pleas to leave and catch my bus.
The further I walked away, the louder he kept on ranting. Gee. That's it. I don't entertain alcoholics who don't have anything better to do. Or rather, I'm not going to offer myself as entertainment to them.
Still pretty freaked out. After he shook my hand that 5 times, it felt... dirty. I couldn't say no; I'm too nice a guy. Sigh, I should work on that.
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Why do I have this mysterious affinity to the crazy and drunk and insane? I seem to get approached by them way more than anyone else I know.
Maybe I'm cute.
Highlight of the day - I got this stuck into my nose.
Yep. That's a flexible endoscope. It's a fibre-optic device that lets a doctor view the inside of the nasal cavity, the posterior nasal space and the voicebox.
Was a slow day at the clinics and I was musing to the doc how I suspected that I might have some sinus trouble. And in the frontal sinuses - the bad kind.
And it ended with the scope down my nose. Thankfully, nothing was visibly wrong. But the scope doesn't view the insides of the sinuses, so it's not a 100% green flag.
Argh.
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My body's fragile. Still having twinges of pain from the shoulder, but at least, it's way less painful today (without any painkillers, yay) than yesterday (when I was high on painkillers).
Even managed a slow jog in the park (it hurts a bit if I jostle around too much). Wearing my newly-bought tank top, in order to try to even out those damn tan-lines. Hey, at least I'm just sufficiently toned enough to not look amusing. (My self-conscious me thinks that I'm fat and flabby, my delusional me thinks I'm totally hot and hunky so I guess it averages out.)
On second thought. Maybe I DO look fugly. Gotta admit though. I edited the colours of this photo to death, trying to compensate for the wonky auto white-balance of my camera phone and the horrendous florescent lighting in the lift.
Congrats to the 10000th visitor who hails from Hong Kong! I hardly see a Hongkonger on my sitemeter statistics, so it's pretty cool that you get this special mention!
The 10000th visitor searched for the terms 'french +boyfriend +singapore' in Google Blog Search and found my blog. Hope you get a hot Singaporean boyfriend to french! Or a French boyfriend in Singapore! Or whatever you're searching for.
Your ISP is PCCW, which is pretty big in Hong Kong. They give out tech catalogues on the streets which are as thick and colourful as IKEA catalogues in Singapore.
Way to go! Hope you visit again!
Currently attesting to the miraculous wonders of leftover mefanamic acid, paracetemol and orphenadrine discovered from the back of the cabinet.
Pain's dulled, but it hurts after a while of walking or moving around. I hope it's nothing major.
Kids, don't try this at home. Don't take medications that weren't prescribed for you.
My shoulder still hurts. As if the psychic pain of existence is bad enough, I've got physical pain. We're all growing old; chronic pain and disability's just a corner away.
Fuck ageing. It still scares me, that I'm no longer able to enjoy the thrills of youth - sneaking into R21 movies, having old carefree days where friendships were seen at face value rather than a form of barter trade.
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Yesterday, during lunchtime peak, the hospital staff freaking pushed a trolley with a cadaver inside, all along the main corridors on the ground floor, in full view of hundreds of people.
With an entourage of sobbing relatives. The attendant pushing the trolley against the current of outpatients rushing to the pharmacy, relatives anxious to visit, staff eager to get their lunch.
And the crowds, they just squeezed past, oblivious to the commotion. Fellow zombies prancing the corridors, too absorbed in their own lives to notice.
A visceral rage flashed through me. 'How could they fucking push a cadaver through the crowded corridors? Where's the fucking respect?'
I don't know why it affected me that badly. The logical part of me is at ease convincing myself that a corpse is just a corpse - a pile of dead flesh, abandoned by whatever forces used to make it tick. A corpse is essentially useless. But somehow, it's just wrong.
It's just not fucking right.
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Fell out with someone, and I don't know if it's paranoia or hate or whatever but it feels like my mind is being raped. I'm reading into it too much, too little, fuck, I don't even know.
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Life's pretty bleak now. I could scream and shout and no one hears my pain.
Maybe it's just my messed shoulder that's messing my mind. It doesn't take much to tip me over into nihilist exhaustion.
Evening jog aborted.
Very painful shoulder.
High on paracetemol and mefenamic acid.
Wish me good luck.
The worst thing about shopping in a sale is - how would I know if I'm really getting a good deal? Or that the product I've been eyeing is actually some unpopular unfashionable abomination left untouched on the shelf for years? I'd like to believe I have good enough taste to tell the difference, but it's not foolproof.
Sales are agonising because I just can't decide. Am i really want it? Is it cheaper elsewhere? Have i looked hard enough to find a good bargain? There's never enough information to make a wise decision.
So, eventually i just go by gut feel and buy it. Hey at least they say it's not about how much something's worth in the market, but the value of it to me.
But there's always the nagging at the back of the mind - The product's great value to me, but could I have got it for even cheaper?
Thankfully, I make decisions that I don't regret most of the time.
There's this sale at OG where a number of items are going for a really decent discount. And if I spend $75 or more I can get a 10% discount card for the next year. And well, mom wants to renew the card. 
Off to Orchard I went.
Got the pair of Levi's jeans at a good price. That's $88.50 and I get a free voucher of 20% of the price, that's about $17. Spent that, and topped up a little more and got a pair of boardshorts that are 40% off list price. Yay.
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Crash-landed into the new week, barely past the dreamy daze of the weekend.
School's tiring. Lotsa lectures. One after another. It's always like this at the start of a new posting.
My classmate and I must have been somehow influencing each other alot. We're both cyclists, photographers, Crumpler messenger bag owners, and so on.
Now he wants a limited Edition G-Shock too. Green or blue? Both look equally appealing.
But they're only tied second compared to my red Toyota Land Cruiser Mudman!
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Did I mention? I'm very very exhausted. And headachey.
