the end

finally
i'm free.

the terminal

the new house is pretty

still too many un-unpacked boxes lying around to physically tell she's (i've decided that our new place is too pretty to be called a he, so she it is) gorgeous
but i can feel it.

so i've traded irritating souped-up ahbengmazdas and mitsubishilancers zooming up the flyover outside my old window
for the roar of boeings over my new ceiling

so much for giving me poor old battered ears a respite.
but getting my own room,
i'd say it's a fair trade-off.

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currently loving otorhinolaryngology.
first bunch of surgeons that are not too harriedbusyobnoxious to teach you, go through every single patient with you
and if i must say, damnbloody nice.

plus really funny to boot.

clinics with a certain drleung, taking a follow-up history from a patient with recurrent vertigo
(patient had consulted him a week ago for vertiginous dizziness. but made a trip to the ED a few days later for the same problem)
drL (in mandarin): did you become giddy after seeing me that day?
earned a huge giggle from me and a blush from the patient.

as i go through my postings ive been slowly realising that maybe surgery might become an option in the future.
not general surgery, maybe something more specialised, not gut or PR-related.
i love performing procedures, i get a high from throwing a few simple sutures
(it may be all due to novelty now, giving myself a couple more years to see if that high sticks)

i have a feeling
that i might just enjoy removing ear wax for a living in the future.

how many faces can you make in 10seconds?

smilesquishfacewrinklenose in 5seconds

ilovemysis

taken yesterday night at marketcafe, raffles the plaza during mum's birthday celebs.

food wasn't all that bad. nice spread.
particularly enjoyed the hors d’œuvre/canapés/whatever you call those things-lying-on-tiny saucers-in-even-tinier-portions cos it's so rich that when you eat more than 2atago you feel damn jelat.

hellogorgeous :)

and the durian pengat. which i didn't take a picture of. because we were all too busy stuffing ourselves.
and really, a bowl of yellow gunk just doesn't do well in pictures.

ended the night with more photo-taking, which my parents were, strangely, complete sports.
days like these - when my mum willingly airkisses in front of the camera, are (really!!!) hard to come by. :)

my favourite shot of the night:

must be the food!

heh. my dad can be so adorable.

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seeing him today sucked.

i mean, it was nice meeting him again after so long.
he looked like he grew skinnier.
i wanted to tell him that.

but when i went over to talk to him,
to say hi; to try to get things back to normal;
my heart just plummetted and all my happy thoughts went poof! outofthewindow
monosyllabic answers; eyes on some ancient yellowing newspaperclipping on proper posture.

i've never experienced so many conflicting emotions in that short 10second span of talking to him.
hopeconfusionpersistencehurtiwanttomakethisworkjoyresignation.
i alternated between wanting to tell him i kindofmiss him to wanting to smack his head, throttle him and tell him to talk to me like a normal person.

so much for wanting to be better friends.

(not-so) brand new person; brand new start

free cone love!

one of my favourite days of the year!
(the others being birthdays, weekends & holidays)

strawberry cheesecake
:)

the happy people co. rock my socks
for starting a b&j franchise
for giving out free scoops of my favourite ice-cream
and not puny scoops that normally is the case with freebies
scoops large enough for you to spend a good 15min eating
enough for you to get your entire face coated in a sticky film of pink gunk
and still have some left over to sticky-fy your arms too.

so today i learnt loads about palliative care;
hospice home care (not all cancer patients stay in the hospital);
i saw 2 patients with terminal cancer.
i didnt really know what to feel when i saw them.
pity? sadness? helplessness?

the tutorial about death & dying
i got reminded of my granny and her last days/weeks/months/whatever
i don't know if it was right for me to stop her from drinking her 2cupsof coffee; eating hotcakes from macs/meereebus/whatever she wanted.

because ultimately, with death as the common endpoint,
nothing else before that matters;
save for that small dollop of happiness from doing whatever you want,
even in the last stages of your life.