她是个神秘的女孩， 不知何时从何方来， 总是在夜晚里徘徊，好像位被诅咒的灵魂，只有在黑暗的遮护下，才能得到行动的自由。。。
她是个害羞的女孩， 重不在人潮中露面，娇滴滴地藏在树丛中。只等夜深人静的时候，当微风轻轻地掀开她的头巾，才能悄悄地见到这位洁白纯净的姑娘，默默地望着高挂的月牙。
她是个寂寞的女孩。 在这万物沉睡的季节， 她一个孤零零的身影颤抖在雨滴中。
好想问她：
你为何在这？
你在渴望着什么？
你在寻找着什么？
我们能交个朋友吗？
可就当我冲出勇气去问她的时候，她却已经离开了。 唯一留下的痕迹是那瞬间芳香的回忆。
After being on hiatus for...a few years...tk3fighter has decided to restart this blog, because she can't be bothered to create another blog account and having to remember yet another username and password.
So after obtaining post traumatic stress disorder from the last exam and job interview session, and waking up in the morning/noon with melancholy depression (characterized by its diurnal variations), decided that I needed to get out and experience some of the real world to get my perspectives right.
The aimless wandering of a drifting soul with a growling stomach arrived at the bustling Degrave Street packed with lunchtime patrons in business suits. Nestled amongst the cafes is a warm little booth selling French style baguettes, advertized as baked in store daily. The Le Parisian roll, consisted of a crunchy French baguette filled with butter, cheese, ham, a good dollop of French mustard, baby pickels and a sprinkle of freshly grinded pepper, tasted every bit the gourmet baguette it sounds like. Indeed, there are many rolls out there that boasts similar ingredients, but the quality of the ingredients actually makes quite a difference.
It is indeed true what they say about the relationship between food and the environment. Taking the French baguette down to the Yarra River side, biting into the savoury mix of French flavours whilst looking out at the river (albeit a bit murky), with the European and modern buildings framing either side, does enhance one's appreciation of both the food and the environment. For a while, I could almost imagine walking on a breezy Parisian afternoon beside the Seine with a woven picnic basket in hand looking for a nice spot to sit down and enjoy a generous spread of pate on bread.
To extend the European theme, the National Gallery of Victoria is currently showing the European Masters exhibition. Having been to world class galleries in the US, I have to applaud the NGV in consistently having high quality exhibitions from prolific international artists and curating them to a very high standard which IMO is pretty much on par with the international level. The way the exhibition was structured explained well the different European styles and evolution of the art movements prominent during the 19th-20th Century, that made it comprehensible to a naive art novice like me.
It's amazing what one afternoon can do to one's mood, frees one's perspective from the tiny entrapped black hole of spiraling despair into the wide expanse of a universe, glistening with wonders to be explored, understood, and appreciated.
Today, I am the happiest retractor holder in the world.
While the PCR reaction was happily amplifying downstairs in the lab, I took the opportunity to go up to the operating theatres to watch a few operations and hopefully do some trivial clinical tasks. Little did I know I got more than I bargained for. To my amazement, the Orthopedic surgeon asked whether I'd like to scrub in for the operation. That was an opportunity I simply could not refuse.
I had previously scrubbed in for short muscle biopsies, but never a case of this calibre. It was an exostosis operation taking around 2 hours. I made many mistakes while scrubbing in since extreme care need to be taken to maintain sterile, and that there are certain differences in scrubbing protocols between muscle biopsies and orthopedic cases. Yet, I managed to survive the gruelling task of THE ULTIMATE HANDWASHING AND PUTTING ON GLOVES.
Throughout the operation, I had extreme close up views of the wound, the bony outgrowths, and how the surgeon chipped away the bone using what I call a bone chisel. While my heart is pumping away with the adrenaline and endorphin, the surgeon remained calm and in control, a quality I will endeavour to acquire in the future.
Not only did I stand up close for the operation, I also fulfilled my duties as a medical student to: 1) give the wrong answer for questions asked by the surgeon, 2) pretend I didn't bludge through med school by stating the obvious, 3) entertain the surgeon by asking stupid questions, 4) annoy the scrub nurse by getting in her way 5) Find the best pose to look cool in while holding a retractor.
Although this is just a mundane task compared to a surgeon's, but for a first timer like me, as if the first time driving a car, it was a terrifying yet exhilerating experience.
Now to document a few other clinical encounters so far.
1) I was learning how to be a "people person" and relate to patients, so while the anaesthetist was putting on the mask for a little boy going in for a CT, I said to the boy's father, "your kid has the most gorgeous eyes". ( WHICH IS EXACTLY TRUE!!! THE KID HAD REALLY BEAUTIFUL CRYSTAL BLUE EYES!!!) Then while the CT scan was on, I read the patient history to realize the CT scan was for a retinoblastoma (tumour of the eye). To make it even worse, the ophthalmologist later on commented that it was the biggest retinoblastoma she'd ever seen, it was so obvious, and the only way is to excise the entire eye. I felt devastated, and to think that the last thing the parents heard before they find out about the diagnosis is some unwitting med student telling them how beautiful their son's eyes are.
2) One of the nice anaethetists decided to teach my cannulation of the vein. Although the patient was asleep, I was very nervous. I mean, you ARE STICKING A NEEDLE INTO A PERSON WITH THE INTENTION OF MAKING IT BLEED. So after I got the cannula into the vein, I was already flustered, so as I took the needle out, the blood started gushing out of the cannula. I was panicking so badly, thought I had hit an artery or something, then the anaethetist pointed out that I forgot to take the torniquet off. I was already shaken pretty badly at that time, but the procedure hasn't finished, I still had to flush the cannula with saline, but my trembling hand didn't screw on the syringe properly and all the saline began spurting out over my hand and gown. Throughout all this time, not only was the anaesthetist present, but also the anesthetic nurse and the surgeon, so I have publically humiliated myself in front of all these prominent ppl. I was sure that silently they were laughing at my stupidity. Then as I was trying to recompose myself and reading the poster on "how to insert a cannula properly" on the wall, the light-hearted surgeon probably tried to cheer me up, and so he sneaked behind me and shouted, "BOO!" I literally SCREAMED!!! Thinking back now, it's kind of funny, but at the time OMG IT WAS THE MOST TRAUMATIZING MOMENT OF MY LIFE!!!
more tales of the sine wave to come...
finally....
after much anticipation and slave labour...
it has arrived...
my sexy black Nintendo DS Lite
I got 2 games, one a free GBA fishing game that came with it which I found surprisingly addictive. And the second game, one of the main reasons why I bought a DS....POKEMON DIAMOND!!!!!!!!!!
*dances around in glee* GOTTA GOTTA CATCH THEM ALL!!! POKEMON RULZ!!!!! (man, haven't used that word for like 5 years.)
I chose my character to be the girl one cos I thought I will start a feminist pokemon revolution by developing my pokemons really really strong, and also the fact that no other boy can be ask good as my original ASH.
yeah, so if you have a DS, let's WIFI!!!
My laptop got infected by a virus.
DAMN IT!!!!
It's taking up all my RAM, even preventing me from running a virus scan and turned off my firewall. So all last night, I've been trying to terminating processes to free up RAM so that I can back up all my files onto my portable HD and taking it to the hospital with superior antivirus software to make sure there's no virus in my backup files. So far, I only backed up half of the files I needed.
DAMN IT!!!
Whoever created this virus is EVIL!!!! I mean, you would need to be pretty smart to create a virus like this, yet you chose to use your brains for evil rather than good! What satisfaction do you get out of frustrating people you don't even know, or are you an extreme sadist satiating in other's suffering??? It is people like you that make the world a worse place. You have been gifted upon with intelligence, but instead of using it to improve the world, alleviate the plethora of warfare, injustice, hunger plagueing our society, you utilize it to create misery. How can you live with your conscience?