of AMS and the biker dude

and so I got the Youth Mental Health AMS unit.
instead of Paeds Haematology that I originally wanted.
but owells.
everything happens for a reason.
so it's all good.

though I wish I could work at RCH and see the little kids and do the whole Starlight thing.
but when I got to ORYGEN, the place seemed fine and the supervisor was a cool dude.
and omg, there was a little shouting-cum-swearing incident that happened when I was there with this totally hot, angry biker dude in black leathers.
he looked like the exact replica of those rebellious, ultra hot biker from movies that you see, complete with piercing, brooding gaze and heck-care attitude.
but this one this morning was a patient at the centre.
a very angry patient.
must be having one of those days.

and and and...
I will be having a friend with me at ORYGEN.
actually, there will be 2 familiar faces.
so double yayness.

but oh goodness. I pray and hope and wish I have the strength to go through with the whole mental patients fiasco.

but then, maybe it won't be so bad.
we are all a little crazy, after all.

of apartment-haunting

thank you to the bloody landlord of my apartment.
stupid idiot just informed CS that he/she/it wants the apartment back.
and it's totally legal to evict me and my brother because he/she/it gave 60days notice. and that period is sufficient enough by law. hello, I'm an international and I would love to spend my hard-earned term breaks in peace back in Malaysia. should I be grateful instead that I am still here in Melbourne and not back in Malaysia and still have the time/energy/effort to go apartment-hunting?!

and it's frigging Nov27. and moi leaves for sweet, hot, muggy Malaysia on Dec5.
so I shall have to accomplish the almost-near-impossible in like 1week.

darn it.
goodness knows how much I hate packing and unpacking and carrying frigging heavy crates.

give me my 3 wishes now, fairy godmother.

1. a gorgeous 2-bedroom apartment under $1800pm

2. our stuff neatly packed and labeled in pretty boxes already sitting in our gorgeous 2-bedroom apartment and maybe a small, nifty sprite to unpack my stuff too.

3. water pipes a-flooding, stoves bursting into flames and general apartment-haunting pheonomenon when he/she/it moves in. or maybe just a poltergeist will suffice.

thank you.
and I wish for nothing else.

Oh goodness.
I really really really really need a good book right now.
I need a good dose of imagination, and less of reality right now.
And the books mum brought over is just outside my room, sitting on the shelves so innocently.
My fingers feel damn itchy now.
omg.

And the thing is, I want want want one really.
and I hate the control.
I loathe it really.

Another 48 hours to the first of the Sem4 exams.
then soon, I'll be done with Year 2.
woohoo..
I so wanna do something crazy during the holidays to celebrate that I am just 4 years away from graduation.
I think I shall get another tattoo. lols.

Obama 08

Obama 08.
It'll be interesting to see this Democrat leader wrestled his way though the worst US financial crisis, the 2 wars that Bush created and the nuclear showdown with Iran.
but hey, I'll say that change is good for the US.
Martin Luther King's famous speech has now been fulfilled. It's a huge step for Americans.

Been watching parts of Election Day during the afternoon.
Exciting stuff!
Now back to mundane, mind-choking Neuro.
Exciting stuff!

was watching bits and pieces of the ARIAs amidst frantic revising.
Aussie bands are seriously mind-blowing.
some of the acts were awesome.
step away, US mainstream bands.
Aussie bands are now on my playlist.

Sam Sparro, The Presets, Operator Please, The Living End, Faker
just to name a few, rock my socks.
and on a sidenote, Gabriel Cilmi is a tad overrated.
sure, she's 17 and has 5 ARIAs and she has this husky, unique-sounding voice.
but in my humble opinion, it's a bit too young to acknowledge her.

and Pink is still me love.

of Famous Amos recipe!!

hello.
guess what I got in my Hotmail box today?
something really astonishing that it seems like a hoax to me.
I got this forwarded email for the recipe of Famous Amos famous ChocChip cookies...

so good things must be shared thus tadaa....

2 cups butter
4 cups flour
2 tsp. baking soda
2 cups granulated sugar
2 cups brown sugar
5 cups blended oatmeal (measure oatmeal & blend in blender to a fine powder)
24 oz. chocolate chips
1 tsp. salt
18 oz. Cadbury bar (grated)
4 eggs
2 tsp. baking powder
3 cups chopped nuts (your choice)
2 tsp. vanilla

Cream the butter and both sugars. Add eggs and vanilla; mix together with flour, oatmeal, salt, baking powder, and soda. Add chocolate chips, Cadbury bar and nuts. Roll into balls and place two inches apart on a cookie sheet.
Bake for 10 minutes at 375 degrees. Makes 122 cookies..


again, I have my doubts about the authentcity of this recipe.

so Mel to Pheyyee: girl, if you got time, go try this recipe ya? you're like the most awesome baking goddess that I know of. so if this recipe is the real deal, then you will be the one who can reproduce the results... lols. i will gladly supply any baking ingredients if necessary.

*greedily awaiting supposed-Famous-Amos cookies from PheyYee aka domestic goddess**

Beautiful sunshiny day.
But I'm stuck inside, as usual, at my desk, looking out to brilliant cloudless sky.
I hope that everything will fall into place, so I can move through space with ease.
Ergo the two mindsets that will solve themselves and I can get on with life.

here's to praying and hoping and finger-crossing that I get the AMS unit that I REALLY REALLY REALLY want.
if I don't get it, I will just retreat under a huge mossy stone and lay there and come out only in June 2010 for my clinical years.

please please please please please....

*on tentherhooks right now, in need of serious mind-numbing and thought-occupying lecture materials*

I very much like to spend my time as a boho, living in long flowery skirts and billowy kaftans and stringed sandals and plaited headbands. I love the whole mentality eg the chill-out, flower power, love green earth, love and peace.
I would spend my time sunning out in the gardens and still have lily-white skin.
I would be an illegal resident in small bookshops.
I would hole up in those hole-in-the-wall bars with brilliant, undiscovered artistes.
I would use only organic veggies in my dishes.
I would have this small stone cottage with those big fire ovens out in the garden.
I would make pretty jewellery out of iron an stones.

And most of all, I would have gone for the awesome, brilliant, out-of-this-world concert by The Script.
sucks to missing it.

*back to grouchy old med student me.*

I hope the girl is feeling alright now. And you know we will do anything for you la, including buying Cadbury choccies!! lols.

Today was a sunnier, warmer day than all the yesterdays combined. Lovely, lovely day. Should've worn a dress instead of my jeans and sweatshirt and sneaks. lols.

And feeling the blahness from LMS since last night. I need mudcakes.

Much turmoil going on back home that I almost wished I was on a plane home with a front-row seat to what is going to be the biggest political drama in Malaysian history.
Now, I shall just have to remain informed with my parents' juicy soundbites and articles from the Internet webzines.

And the one week of holidays passed way too fast.
One minute, I was trekking in Launceston's National Park in my unappropriately-attired-boots.
and the next minute, I'm back in Asia Centre, trying to make sense of the lecturer's mumbo-jumbo-ing. What joy!

*am currently out of witty blogbites right now. lols*

**i'm too lazy to post up the Tassie pictures as my mum has the entire file and this blog is really for her and my dad's purveying. lols**

of la-di-da and samosas

holiday's in a week.
yayness.
am in my la-di-da holidayland now.
and i just had a smashing great time with the AlbertHousies, cooking samosas and pigging out in front of the telly.
all that sugar from the meringues is going straight to my head with that high-sugar-rush thing before going straight to my thighs and taking up residence there as dimply fats. lols
can't wait for dad and mum to come jetting over here. double yayness.

***
i thought i can see it through but i don't think i can.
because ultimately, you know what it is like to feel that way but you still did it.
so thank you very much. you totally made my year.

i am a daddy's girl.
i am 20 and yet i still do manja-ing thing with him.


i am a mummy's girl.
i am 20 and yet i still need her advice in everything.

of comic hottie-ness

going off a tangent here, comic book heroes and sometimes villians do it for me. *giggles*
ergo the last comic-to-movie film that i watched. awesome stuff.

there's something edgy and delusional and rebellious in him that i totally fell for.

least to say, the martial arts sequence he did in the NY sewer and the rather enjoyable fact that he was shirtless and had total washboard abs.

and him, with his 4-books-a-time (that totally cinch it for me) and his grace-out-of-water.

and her, like her twin, was totally gorgeous in the film, though i would prefer her to be slightly stronger in character.

sometimes, a girl likes to escape from reality just for a while, where there's a underground market full of monsters and bizarreness and the villian is a golden-eyed, white-haired delusional ergomaniac who is coincedentally, a total hottie, in my very humble opinion.

of jumpers and that damning decision

Sept 11.
just that day, i happen to chance upon this documentary about jumpers from the Sept 11 incident.
and as i saw person after person cartwheeling, tumbling through the air, there was this clutch and ache in my left chest.
and you can't help but imagine the thoughts that ran through their minds as they plunge slowly but surely to the grounds.

some say that those were so brave, so courageous to choose this form of death.
to be able to stand at the window of the 110th floor, glance down and think, "i rather die jumping, my own form of death, than stay here and burn to death.", and then follow through with it and jump, flying throught the turbulence, tumbling, and the inevitable meeting fo the hard ground.
and on the way down, did they regret their decision?
a whole agonizing 10-second worth of free-falling, with no parachutes strapped to your back, no giant air mattress to break your fall.

that 10-second-wait is that culmination of their lives.
to go out oh-so-gloriously, oh-so-sensationally and oh-so-damning.

Quote of the day:
Frailty is like pornography, it's difficult to define it, but when you look at it, you just know it.
- lecturer who did geriatric syndromes today -

of smarminess and EQ

there's this girl in lectures that totally pisses me off day after day after day, till earth stops to turn. *roars*
i hope she continues to sit far, far away from us, together with her posse.

there are meddies who despite, scoring top percentile in their VCE, have rock-bottom EQ.
i am definitely not the most EQ of people out there. (most EQ??)
but hey, give the rest of us a break.
we paid top dollar and lotsa lotsa dollars to sit in 1-hour lectures, hoping to get our money's worth of knowledge. (ergo us internationals and our full-fee places)
but you there, with that smarmy look on your face, have some common sense.
don't crack jokes about what the lecturer was wearing.
nor do i want to hear about your clever comments about how sex can lead to more than transient global amnesia.
and i do not want to hear what you did with your girlfriend last night.

and i sure hope as hell that your friends would have the courtesy to tell you to shut up, instead of laughing along with you or keeping as meek as possible.

*lols. i feel like some righteous nerd, campaigning for quieter lectures everywhere but that girl sure as hell, pisses me off to no end... or do i sound like a righteous nerd-slash-bitch?*

of spree and whee-ness

sitting next on my bedside table is a whopping amount of 9 books stacked on top of each other.
makes for some impressive tower of books.
and my heart totally skips a beat whenever i glance it.
lols.
thanks to the outrageous Spring Sale for Borders where everything was 15% off for that night and of course, the wonderful med peeps who got me a 50bucks book voucher for my lovely bday which i totally put to good use.
*hearts* med peeps and Borders!!
you need to understand that since i'm in Melb and books are darn pricey here, having 9 books at one go is heaven on earth for me. hence the excited gushing post.

and the fruits of my spree is sitting there, waiting for me.
thank goodness for the non-exam period where i can indulge just a bit more than usual.
wheee...

am now on Eoin Colfer's amazing Fowl story and Vladimir Nabakov's Lolita (btw, it's a banned book in Msia which i got here for a mere 10 bucks!! lols)....

and i love falling alseep to the smell of those pages, new books and old library tomes alike.

of fictionary playmates and schizo

i was daydreaming that day of authoring and illustrating children's books.
and of a pig with wings and could fly and having adventures all over the place even though people and pigs alike enlighten him about the fact that anything that is impossible to achieve can only be done when pigs can fly.
sense the irony? lols.
and my little piggy hero will be called Jiggles due to the jiggling fats on his tummy.

and also of another cute albeit past-his-due-date doggy who decided to learn new tricks.
hence teaching an old dog new tricks. lols

and also of another fish who wanted so much to explore earth and its earthlings that she built an mobile aquarium that could travel the globe.
hence fish out of water!! lols

exams creates little fictionary animal playmates in your imagination, you know?
but i am quite sure that i am not hearing voices (ergo schizophrenia)...
i just see little moving coloured scenes in my mind's eye when the stories unfold.
sometimes, i just get too ahead of myself. lols.

of that beginning and the end

the week started off somewhat badly, in a way.
the lectures were awful to goodness.
and textbooks and Lectopia weren't helping at all.
sucks.

but hey, it's our dear Shaleen's 21st on Thurs and she's having a glam party on Friday at some Docklands bar/club.
should be a nice resounding end to the week. TGIF!!
and i can finally have fun with the girls. it's been ages!!
and i've been a very good girl, haven't gone clubbing. it's been ages too!!
can't wait for that night. am not gonna miss it for the world...
hopefully, it goes swimmingly...

if Nicholas Chai Chien Hui is reading this post, give me your Sg number leh...
and ask Sushi to give to me too!!
totally sucks la, I sms all the way from Aussieland and I get no reply from both of you NUS-ers.
omg, don't tell me you forgotten little ole' primary-schoolmate me since you have your big, glam NUS peeps. lols.
i'm waiting....

hello.
the weekend was all good.
started off the TGIF with a good solid 4-hour-long dose of pure japanese anime at uni.
it was the annual Geek Film Fest and Friday night was Anime Night for geeks campuswide.
totally *hearts* Laputa and Mermaid Saga.
and and and... i met Kiki, who was as wonderful and talk-eable as before.
it was great to see that girl again.

then Saturday came and went with a visit to Crown and Ikea for some meatball fun.
and olympics awesomeness.

and Sunday was same old, same old.
Supre was having massive sales btw.
will need to spend time rifting through the racks someday.

of perspectives

all this while,
i've been enamoured by the olympics opening ceremony and the floating torch-bearer.
and
i've been preoccupied by the quiz tomorrow.

and on the other side of the world,
2 countries and 2 separatist governments are at war.
all in the name of souverignity.
and still, no peace corridor has been extended by the leaders yet.
leaving the wounded and journalists trapped in basements, ruins and most horrifyingly, a near-collapse hospital.

and as usual,
it puts life to perspective.

the olympics doesn't hold the usual glamour and anticipation for me now.
it seems more of a facade for politicians to mingle and put on their best peace-keeping faces.
and it takes attention away from every other world crisis.
while Aussie tv has been showing images of Steph Rice breaking the world record, nothing has been said about the South Ossetia war, other than a few passing sentences on the 6pm news.

and tomorrow, more images of olympic winnings will be shown on TV
and
we will be having panic attacks at a test that has only 16 MCQs
and
we will obsess over every little detail of neuroanatomy.

such perspectives.

of random phrases

phrase of the day:
"chou2 mei2 ku2 lian3-ing"

statement of the day:
" i swear i won't go havoc-ing."

statement of yesterday:
"i bruise like a to-mah-toe."

understatement of the day before yesterday:
"i have all four books, you know."
"duh."

overstatement of the day before yesterday:
"i have twelve books of the four books."
"haha. very funny."

and the boys had a wonderful beginning to their futsal journey.
it's a 4-2 glorious result.
and a pretty crappy cramp came out of that which scared the hell out of me. lols.

and after so long, today, we all got together for lunch and bridge.
and it was wonderful.
truly.
it's the small things that matter.
outisders see the big picture.
but sometimes, all you need is a little perspective and the small details that delight the soul.

of songs

i need quirky songs now as i am buried, literally suffocating under the load of work i have to do.

Baby's Romance by Chris Garneau is on repeat right now.

The baby's sleeping in the crib up top
And baby's sleeping above you
You will lift him to the parking lot
Your car is waiting there for you
Your car is waiting there for you

I would like to see a little more propriety,
Cooperate with me and answer me
Without a plea.

I know now, I know now,
I know now, I'm gonna tell on you.
I know now, I know now,
I know now, I'm never gonna tell on you.

The whiskey's waiting on the firetop,
The baby's going to drink too.
The lady's got no clothes she's at the shop.
But if she'd knew then she'd kill you.
The bugs are out cause they come out at night,
Usually they just bite our hands.
Cause normally we have clothes on without a fight,
But now fighting's a part of baby's romance.
But now fighting's a part of baby's romance.

I would like to see a little more propriety,
Cooperate with me and answer me
Without a plea.

been trying to figure out what this song really means.
or maybe, it's just the fact that it's so all over the place that appeals to me.
because my mind certainly is all over the damn place.

as if i can remember this...
On Old Olympus' Towering Tops A Finn And German Viewed Some Hops

this is much better:
Ohh, Ohh, Oh, To Touch And Feel Very Good Velvet, AH

and this is just plain... *speechless*
Oh Oh Oh To Touch And Feel A Girls Vagina And Hymen

of dirty mnemonics and rainbows

just that day, i saw a double rainbow!
just the prettiest things.

and i must learn the dermatome dance one day from YouTube.
coz learning the damn spinal segments is no fun, thank you very much.
and i just heard the dirtiest mnemonic from my PBL classmate that day.
he claims that you will never ever forget the sequence of the cranial nerves ever, ever, ever again!!

even now, i'm just too embarassed to tell the girls about it. lols.
something about a virgin and the V word and the H word.
but hey, if it helps you remember, my dear PBL mate, go ahead then.
lols.

of books and madness

Mel has the latest and lastest book of the Steph Meyer's vampire saga in her hands right now.
well, metaphorically in her hands.
because the med nerd in her chose to relinquish and banish the book to a far-off place just this evening.
because the med nerd in her knows the book-crazed nerd in her and knows that the book-crazed nerd will spend the entire night trying to finish the 730++page book and abandon her revision for her upcoming test.

*damn that med nerd in her!!*

*stupid, stupid conscience!!*

anyways, i''m not looking forward to the movie adaptation of it.
i've pretty much condemned any movie adaptaion of any literature.
the exceptions being LOTR (the books took me sooo long to finish that i nearly went crazy!!) and the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth in it (I've always had a thing for him, ever since i saw him in that series... *swoons*).
and i took a peek at the Twilight movie trailer on YouTube...

and omg...
it looked boring!!!
Edward was played by this dude who did Cedric Diggory in Harry Potter and he looked terrible!!
and Bella... was well, un-extraordinary...
i've always pictured with her as a strong, exotic, incredible, different kinda beauty.
but in the movie, she was just so... blah.

owells, i still have Breaking Dawn to look forward to!! yayness...

of quirkiness

quite the quirky song...

The Man Who Can't Be Moved - The Script

Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don't understand,
I'm not... broke I'm just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I've been in love with you...

Cos if one day you wake up and find that your missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'd come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.

So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

i'm in another phase now.
the quirky-songs phase.
so what's new??

and i just had the most satisfying Sunday afternoon with a book. i'm almost embarassed to admit this but i have sorta kinda a thing for John Constantine ever since i devoured the Hellblazer comics and watched that kick-ass movie.
and on my weekly Safeway trip, i felt this pull to Borders and in i went and got the paperback adaptation for Constantine and proceeded to finish it in 3 hours straight.
it was an awesome book.
it's the whole tortured, cynical, chain-smoking, saving-the-world-in-his-own-kick-ass-way, anti-hero complex that I'm drawn to. *swoons*
oh and not to mention, the very cool fight occult elements in it.

2 things i can't wait for in this coming week:

the Beijing olympics 3-hour long opening ceromony choreographed by the famed Zhang Yimou (equivalent to the hype of a nation showing the entire world what they are capable of)

and

the 4th and final book of Steph Meyer's vampire saga, Breaking Dawn (equivalent to the release last book of Harry Potter, in young female adult fiction world)