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Sunday, June 11, 2006
Of scumminess...
Brother scum, word has it that thou would not have me numbered among thee any longer, though the days where i would speak of the qing or the huang have now passed, and no more does mlj catch my eye yet i have fallen short in but one of the scum criteria. Though we be scum and lacking in intellectual capacity we all know that one does not have to meet all the criteria to make a diagnosis, take the criteria for sle, or RA or von recklinghausans disease as an example, and lest thee forget i did invent the criteria. Unless the criteria is like the ten commandments then well all of us are disqualified.
I would think though that scuminess is not a state from which we strive to escape, but rather a bond of shared common experience,we failed in JC together, and got smished in the army together, and somehow by hard work and i suspect an administrtive error in my case we got into medicine. And if the criteria of scuminess is all that matters then the scum is sadly diminished, for then the sniper would be long disqualified, leaving the fancier of fair shoulders, splat, the fashionesta and crooked standing man as all that remains. And who knows how long these few will stay? Already the daughter of yx and stalker of bay has expressed an interest in splats pets, the chinese proverb ai wu ji wu springs to mind, and lest we forget another has displayed his possessions on her msn nick, furthermore a cushion awaits patiently among our juniors... the fashionesta has had his admirers who is to know when a new one will appear on the horizon? And what of the past wearer of blue berms? What of the girl with the broken smile?
some have suggested inducting new members, jm and qy, jm is an officer and has had success in his cca's andis clearly over qualified, and lest we forget his rifle still awaits ready to be swept off her feet when he appears clad in tight pants and flowing white shirt with ruffles... And what of Qy, in past years he has singlehandly increased the birth rate of s'pore, who is o tell that he will not wrest the mother of his children bac from he who cannot lie? Of the baystalker? Well emm we did beat her one, but it was the exception that proved the rule.
So brother scum i appeal to thee count me once more among thy number, forget that my heart is no longer mine and that the glory of the qing holds no more interest to me...
Sincerely,
Lardlad, scum de la scum
Brother scum, word has it that thou would not have me numbered among thee any longer, though the days where i would speak of the qing or the huang have now passed, and no more does mlj catch my eye yet i have fallen short in but one of the scum criteria. Though we be scum and lacking in intellectual capacity we all know that one does not have to meet all the criteria to make a diagnosis, take the criteria for sle, or RA or von recklinghausans disease as an example, and lest thee forget i did invent the criteria. Unless the criteria is like the ten commandments then well all of us are disqualified.
I would think though that scuminess is not a state from which we strive to escape, but rather a bond of shared common experience,we failed in JC together, and got smished in the army together, and somehow by hard work and i suspect an administrtive error in my case we got into medicine. And if the criteria of scuminess is all that matters then the scum is sadly diminished, for then the sniper would be long disqualified, leaving the fancier of fair shoulders, splat, the fashionesta and crooked standing man as all that remains. And who knows how long these few will stay? Already the daughter of yx and stalker of bay has expressed an interest in splats pets, the chinese proverb ai wu ji wu springs to mind, and lest we forget another has displayed his possessions on her msn nick, furthermore a cushion awaits patiently among our juniors... the fashionesta has had his admirers who is to know when a new one will appear on the horizon? And what of the past wearer of blue berms? What of the girl with the broken smile?
some have suggested inducting new members, jm and qy, jm is an officer and has had success in his cca's andis clearly over qualified, and lest we forget his rifle still awaits ready to be swept off her feet when he appears clad in tight pants and flowing white shirt with ruffles... And what of Qy, in past years he has singlehandly increased the birth rate of s'pore, who is o tell that he will not wrest the mother of his children bac from he who cannot lie? Of the baystalker? Well emm we did beat her one, but it was the exception that proved the rule.
So brother scum i appeal to thee count me once more among thy number, forget that my heart is no longer mine and that the glory of the qing holds no more interest to me...
Sincerely,
Lardlad, scum de la scum
Friday, May 12, 2006
I spent a very fruitful elective posting. Many interesting things happened to me and my group of friends. I guess it can be summed up in this song. Not as good as a lardlad entry but hopefully it achieves it effect.
To the tune of Emotion by Destiny's Child. Sung by a besotted straitjacket.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh yeah
It's over and done
But the heartache lives on inside (yeah, yeah)
And the new HO is not as good
Compared to you, my man
And where are you now
Now that I need you
Case files and ward rounds
Wherever you go, go
I'll help you with your bloods
And any procedure
You'll see me working hard
In the words of a wholesome crush
[chorus]
It's just emotions, taking me over
Thursdays without you, just seem so wrong
And If I do see you, I just want to thank you
Don't you know, there's nobody as kind as you on a night call
(Don't you know) there's nobody as nice as you around the ward
The Ward…… the Ward
The Ward…… the Ward
I'm there at your side
Helping you with your team’s changes
But you have to take over team 3
You gotta leave me behind
And where are you now?
Now that I need you
Case files and Ward Rounds
Wherever you go, go
I'll help you with your bloods
And any procedure
You'll see me working hard
In the words of a wholesome crush
It's just emotions, taking me over
Thursdays without you, just seem so wrong
And if I do see you, I just want to thank you
Don't you know, there's nobody as kind as you on a night call
(Don't you know) there's nobody as nice as you around the ward
The Ward
To the tune of Emotion by Destiny's Child. Sung by a besotted straitjacket.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh yeah
It's over and done
But the heartache lives on inside (yeah, yeah)
And the new HO is not as good
Compared to you, my man
And where are you now
Now that I need you
Case files and ward rounds
Wherever you go, go
I'll help you with your bloods
And any procedure
You'll see me working hard
In the words of a wholesome crush
[chorus]
It's just emotions, taking me over
Thursdays without you, just seem so wrong
And If I do see you, I just want to thank you
Don't you know, there's nobody as kind as you on a night call
(Don't you know) there's nobody as nice as you around the ward
The Ward…… the Ward
The Ward…… the Ward
I'm there at your side
Helping you with your team’s changes
But you have to take over team 3
You gotta leave me behind
And where are you now?
Now that I need you
Case files and Ward Rounds
Wherever you go, go
I'll help you with your bloods
And any procedure
You'll see me working hard
In the words of a wholesome crush
It's just emotions, taking me over
Thursdays without you, just seem so wrong
And if I do see you, I just want to thank you
Don't you know, there's nobody as kind as you on a night call
(Don't you know) there's nobody as nice as you around the ward
The Ward
Sunday, March 12, 2006
I say chaps here's a song i heard and i thought that it brought to mind something that the wielder of the calculator of the underworld might have sang abt the light of the valar, its by saving jane, The girl next door...
Small town homecoming queen
Shes the star in this scene
Theres no way to deny shes lovley
Perfect skin perfect hair
Perfumed hearts everywhere
Tell myself that inside shes ugly
Maybe I'm just jealous
I can't help but hate her
Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her
She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands
She gets the top bunk I'm sleepin on the floor
Shes Miss America and I'm just the girl next door
Senior class president
She must be heaven sent
She was never the last one standing
A backseat debutaunt
Everything that you want
Never to harsh or too demanding
Maybe I'll admit it
I'm a little bitter
Everybody loves her but I just wanna hit her
She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands
She gets the top bunk I'm sleepin on the floor
Shes Miss America and I'm just the girl next door
Oh an I'm just the girl next door
I don't know why I'm feelin sorry for myself
I spend all my time wishin that I was someone else
She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands
I get A little bit she gets a little more
Shes Miss America and... she's Miss America
I'm just the girl next door...
Small town homecoming queen
Shes the star in this scene
Theres no way to deny shes lovley
Perfect skin perfect hair
Perfumed hearts everywhere
Tell myself that inside shes ugly
Maybe I'm just jealous
I can't help but hate her
Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her
She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands
She gets the top bunk I'm sleepin on the floor
Shes Miss America and I'm just the girl next door
Senior class president
She must be heaven sent
She was never the last one standing
A backseat debutaunt
Everything that you want
Never to harsh or too demanding
Maybe I'll admit it
I'm a little bitter
Everybody loves her but I just wanna hit her
She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands
She gets the top bunk I'm sleepin on the floor
Shes Miss America and I'm just the girl next door
Oh an I'm just the girl next door
I don't know why I'm feelin sorry for myself
I spend all my time wishin that I was someone else
She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band
She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands
I get A little bit she gets a little more
Shes Miss America and... she's Miss America
I'm just the girl next door...
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Today was supposed to be the 3rd day of my attempt to save my cofm, unfortunately it has not been going too well, somehow or other a bug has choosen me as its victim and i'm feel as sick as a dog... Of course it could be pure laziness and an attempt on my part to put off the inevitable. Now with my brain functions off kilter and my moral compass even more warped then usual what better time to post?
We take up the story where we left off at TTSH after my surgical posting, with the girl for whom the oxford handbook was written gone to the barbaric wastelands, and my jaw still smarting from the handoff i'd received from the long haired MO, i was not in the best of moods when i went to TT for my med posting...But as always my stalker instincts could not be denied and heres what came to pass...
Of the rheumato reg, ah yes she of the perplexed look and gentle voice, i remember the first tutorial when she useed me to demonstrate how to do a rheumato examination, and the look on her face when i bungled it, unfortunately it got me rather distracted and i bungled things further which made her look even more perplexed which set me off into a never ending spiral of idiocy and incompetence... And seems i was not the only one she had such an effect on, the only blue berm wearer of the scum was rather distracted by her name tag in his end of posting test, curse his wandering eyes...
The Respi consultant on the other hand was of a rather different sort, never had we seen a consultant pat a patients head before though at that moment me and my gun loving friend would have exchanged our healthy pink lungs for a thirty stick a day habit ravaged set...
But the TTSH posting was not just about new stalkee's it seems the scum's only canoeist accquired an admirer of his own... Jealously misnamed the tak stamp HO by the mother of 4 who wanted him for herself, many were the tales of their long mornings spent together looking at the case files of patients while the mother seethed with jealousy and rage in the background.... Who knows, he might yet leave the scum like the sniper, for the tak stamp ho hath declared to him that she hath no suiter, a clear invitation no doubt for him to press his suit....
And yet the story does not end here for there is still much to be told of OCT LI, wisest and bravest of the original scum, and his meeting with she of the 40.....
We take up the story where we left off at TTSH after my surgical posting, with the girl for whom the oxford handbook was written gone to the barbaric wastelands, and my jaw still smarting from the handoff i'd received from the long haired MO, i was not in the best of moods when i went to TT for my med posting...But as always my stalker instincts could not be denied and heres what came to pass...
Of the rheumato reg, ah yes she of the perplexed look and gentle voice, i remember the first tutorial when she useed me to demonstrate how to do a rheumato examination, and the look on her face when i bungled it, unfortunately it got me rather distracted and i bungled things further which made her look even more perplexed which set me off into a never ending spiral of idiocy and incompetence... And seems i was not the only one she had such an effect on, the only blue berm wearer of the scum was rather distracted by her name tag in his end of posting test, curse his wandering eyes...
The Respi consultant on the other hand was of a rather different sort, never had we seen a consultant pat a patients head before though at that moment me and my gun loving friend would have exchanged our healthy pink lungs for a thirty stick a day habit ravaged set...
But the TTSH posting was not just about new stalkee's it seems the scum's only canoeist accquired an admirer of his own... Jealously misnamed the tak stamp HO by the mother of 4 who wanted him for herself, many were the tales of their long mornings spent together looking at the case files of patients while the mother seethed with jealousy and rage in the background.... Who knows, he might yet leave the scum like the sniper, for the tak stamp ho hath declared to him that she hath no suiter, a clear invitation no doubt for him to press his suit....
And yet the story does not end here for there is still much to be told of OCT LI, wisest and bravest of the original scum, and his meeting with she of the 40.....
Monday, January 16, 2006
Last january i had a birthday party, so strange, it seemed like it was just yesterday that i was celebrating my 21st birthday, and now i'm 22 and yet it seems like nothing has changed at all. I'm still hanging out with the same people which is good cause it means i haven't seriously pissed anybody off, still telling the same jokes which is bad cause it means my therapist isn't doing his job, and i'm still a member of the scum ie unwanted, not that that was unexpected i guess my days as Jon "no threat" Tan will continue for awhile...
But things have changed in a big way in other areas, i've had my first 4 clinical postings and somehow by dint of my skillful application of the art of confabulation and the mercy of my examiners i've managed to pass 3 of em... Now the only posting that hangs in the balance is paeds where the examiners have to decide between risking me giving normosaline to every baby with gastroenteritis or suffering my presence and ignorance for 8 more weeks, i hope they make the right decision, cause i kinda like paeds and i can think of worse places to do a reposting.It's strange how life moves in circles i remember the first patient i palpated,the HO with a rather disdainful expression on his face said: "I say you palpate the patients tumour like you're palpating a babys head stop being such a squeamish little twit" And well the last thing i palpated at the end of the year was a babys head. Both times my examination technique had a similiar effect on my less then impressed audience.Of course i'd like to take this opportunity to repeat my personal management pathway for a patient with fluids and electrolytes problem but i'd rather not say as this might be admissible in any malpractide suits against me... Lets just say lots of normosaline and my handphone
will be used.
But of course whats a scum blog posting without tales abt our stalkee's? And there have been a few since i last posted... Well lets start off with the oldest one. The bishan gym girl she of the high ponytail and the eyes similiar to one of my victims who has shrunk over the years... It turns out she is in fact rather good at her chosen sport while my abilities on the rugby field has had rafflesians of generations past turning in their graves or taking to drink depending on their ages..However i thought that would help me stand a chance, you know what they say about opposites attracting? Then i found out that she had a boyfriend who was an absolute hunkasaurous, at least compared to me, i mean he has a six pac i have a barrel, he can afford to go prancing around in swimwear while the only reason i wear a belt is to demarcate where my belly ends and my lower limbs begin... sob... However this did not stop me from imagining what would happen in a best case scenario unfortunately most of them involve me curled up in a fetal position and trying to protect my head while the hunkasaurous stands triumphantly bellowing "Is this what you left me for???"
But then i realised i thought too highly of myself if i tried anything she'd prob give him a call and he'd take one look at me and say "Is this what u called me for? Ahh no threat la..." And go back to his muscle hypertrophy regimen.
Then there were the victims of my surgical posting namely she who for whom the oxford clinical handbook was written and the long haired mo.. Strangely the thing about both of them that caught my eye was that they both looked good in scrubs which makes me wonder sometimes if my proper place is not in afghanistan with bombs strapped around my waist fighting the great satan... I gave the first a lift home from Gh once, unfortunately jen ming and sasi did not have the decency to make themselves scarce, but i didn't have the guts to get her number or e mail address and
she left for the barbaric wasteland up north... Once i was asked to examine a patient by my reg in front of her unfortunately i did not know that the patient had had testicular cancer and had had one of his removed, sowhen i came to the examine genitalia part of the abdo examination i was appalled to notice something missing and i spent a good five minutes digging aroung for the missing bit while my reg grimaced and shaked his head while she looked studiously into the distance, not the best way to make an impression... As for the long haired MO i remembered my last day in surgery when i was in the ot assisting at the end of the opp she asked me :" Are you staying for the next op? " I nodded... And she said :"Cool" and gave me the thumbs up sign, so i walked off happily to scrub up... And she took the chance to leave the ot, my jaw still aches....
Ah well more nonsense sometime, talk abt wasting my bdae away
But things have changed in a big way in other areas, i've had my first 4 clinical postings and somehow by dint of my skillful application of the art of confabulation and the mercy of my examiners i've managed to pass 3 of em... Now the only posting that hangs in the balance is paeds where the examiners have to decide between risking me giving normosaline to every baby with gastroenteritis or suffering my presence and ignorance for 8 more weeks, i hope they make the right decision, cause i kinda like paeds and i can think of worse places to do a reposting.It's strange how life moves in circles i remember the first patient i palpated,the HO with a rather disdainful expression on his face said: "I say you palpate the patients tumour like you're palpating a babys head stop being such a squeamish little twit" And well the last thing i palpated at the end of the year was a babys head. Both times my examination technique had a similiar effect on my less then impressed audience.Of course i'd like to take this opportunity to repeat my personal management pathway for a patient with fluids and electrolytes problem but i'd rather not say as this might be admissible in any malpractide suits against me... Lets just say lots of normosaline and my handphone
will be used.
But of course whats a scum blog posting without tales abt our stalkee's? And there have been a few since i last posted... Well lets start off with the oldest one. The bishan gym girl she of the high ponytail and the eyes similiar to one of my victims who has shrunk over the years... It turns out she is in fact rather good at her chosen sport while my abilities on the rugby field has had rafflesians of generations past turning in their graves or taking to drink depending on their ages..However i thought that would help me stand a chance, you know what they say about opposites attracting? Then i found out that she had a boyfriend who was an absolute hunkasaurous, at least compared to me, i mean he has a six pac i have a barrel, he can afford to go prancing around in swimwear while the only reason i wear a belt is to demarcate where my belly ends and my lower limbs begin... sob... However this did not stop me from imagining what would happen in a best case scenario unfortunately most of them involve me curled up in a fetal position and trying to protect my head while the hunkasaurous stands triumphantly bellowing "Is this what you left me for???"
But then i realised i thought too highly of myself if i tried anything she'd prob give him a call and he'd take one look at me and say "Is this what u called me for? Ahh no threat la..." And go back to his muscle hypertrophy regimen.
Then there were the victims of my surgical posting namely she who for whom the oxford clinical handbook was written and the long haired mo.. Strangely the thing about both of them that caught my eye was that they both looked good in scrubs which makes me wonder sometimes if my proper place is not in afghanistan with bombs strapped around my waist fighting the great satan... I gave the first a lift home from Gh once, unfortunately jen ming and sasi did not have the decency to make themselves scarce, but i didn't have the guts to get her number or e mail address and
she left for the barbaric wasteland up north... Once i was asked to examine a patient by my reg in front of her unfortunately i did not know that the patient had had testicular cancer and had had one of his removed, sowhen i came to the examine genitalia part of the abdo examination i was appalled to notice something missing and i spent a good five minutes digging aroung for the missing bit while my reg grimaced and shaked his head while she looked studiously into the distance, not the best way to make an impression... As for the long haired MO i remembered my last day in surgery when i was in the ot assisting at the end of the opp she asked me :" Are you staying for the next op? " I nodded... And she said :"Cool" and gave me the thumbs up sign, so i walked off happily to scrub up... And she took the chance to leave the ot, my jaw still aches....
Ah well more nonsense sometime, talk abt wasting my bdae away
Friday, August 26, 2005
Ah yes now that i've given up entirely on studying the dumb medical stuff and in an ode to the fair maiden who's departed from my sight and left me with a broken heart that time and constant glances at the image of the light of the valar should heal i decided to post a song that i used to particularly like... Tis a pity that young boromir received all the family smoothness, would that i had said more and done more and that others didn't get in the way.
wish I told her how I felt maybe she'd be here right now but, instead
I pretend that I'm glad you went away
These four walls are closin' more every day
and I'm dying inside
and nobody knows it but me
like a clown I put on a show
The pain is real even if nobody knows
and I'm cryin' inside
and nobody knows it but me
Why didn't I say
the things I needed to say
How could I let my angel get away
Now my world is just a tumblin' down
I can say it so clearly
but you're nowhere around
Chorus
The nights are lonely, the days are so sad
and I just keep thinkin' 'bout the love that we had
and I'm missin' you
and nobody knows it but me
I carry your smile when I'm broken in two
and I'm nobody without someone like you
I'm tremblin' inside and nobody knows it but me
I lie awake it's a quarter past three
I'm screamin' at night as if I thought
you'd hear me
Yeah my heart is callin' you
and nobody knows it but me
How blue can I get
You could ask my heart
but like a jigsaw puzzle it's been torn
all apart
A million words couldn't say just how
I feel
A million years from now ya know
I'll be lovin' you still
Chorus
Tomorrow mornin' I'm hittin' the dusty road
gonna find you where ever, ever you might go
I'm gonna unload my heart and hope
you come back to me... yeahhh
said when the nights are lonely...
The nights are lonely, the days are so sad
and I just keep thinkin' 'bout the love that we had
and I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you)
and nobody knows it but me
The nights are lonely, the days are so sad
and I just keep thinkin' 'bout the love that we had (I always thought
that you'd be right by my side)
and I'm missin' you
and nobody knows it but me x's 2
wish I told her how I felt maybe she'd be here right now but, instead
I pretend that I'm glad you went away
These four walls are closin' more every day
and I'm dying inside
and nobody knows it but me
like a clown I put on a show
The pain is real even if nobody knows
and I'm cryin' inside
and nobody knows it but me
Why didn't I say
the things I needed to say
How could I let my angel get away
Now my world is just a tumblin' down
I can say it so clearly
but you're nowhere around
Chorus
The nights are lonely, the days are so sad
and I just keep thinkin' 'bout the love that we had
and I'm missin' you
and nobody knows it but me
I carry your smile when I'm broken in two
and I'm nobody without someone like you
I'm tremblin' inside and nobody knows it but me
I lie awake it's a quarter past three
I'm screamin' at night as if I thought
you'd hear me
Yeah my heart is callin' you
and nobody knows it but me
How blue can I get
You could ask my heart
but like a jigsaw puzzle it's been torn
all apart
A million words couldn't say just how
I feel
A million years from now ya know
I'll be lovin' you still
Chorus
Tomorrow mornin' I'm hittin' the dusty road
gonna find you where ever, ever you might go
I'm gonna unload my heart and hope
you come back to me... yeahhh
said when the nights are lonely...
The nights are lonely, the days are so sad
and I just keep thinkin' 'bout the love that we had
and I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you)
and nobody knows it but me
The nights are lonely, the days are so sad
and I just keep thinkin' 'bout the love that we had (I always thought
that you'd be right by my side)
and I'm missin' you
and nobody knows it but me x's 2
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Well the holidays are one third gone and now i have only two weeks to cram in as much slacking and rugby as i can into two weeks before i go back to traumatising patients and disappointing registrars and horrifying consultants... Anyways for those who wondered why the average weight of the scum decreased over the past week, not that any of you would care of course, i was away at church camp... Now one of the themes of this church camp of course is how to deal properly with Bgr relationships now you'd wonder why i signed up considering i wrote the book on how not to look or act when chasing girls, and i'd simply have to do the opposite of what i normally do ie not screw up, and undergo reconstructive surgery to succeed in said pursuit, but my mother figured i needed divine intervention so off i go...
Of course that wasn't the main reason for the church camp and it was meaningful to me, but this is the scum blog and well nonsense is de rigeur here... Now my mum isn't really that concerned about my rather patchy record with the opposite sex, but recently her friends have been asking her if i needed any help and were suggesting that they could introduce me to some of their offspring., "off" being the key word, of course my mum respectfully declined, as she intends to bring her grandkids out into public and my looks aren't exactly inspiring as it is.But this unseemly lack of interest has led to them giving me rather questioning looks, and patting my dad kindly on the shoulder and going"There there old chap, at least you still have joel, no problems with grandchildren there, my my how society has changed, pity it had to happen to you, bad form , he (me) should at least try to keep up appearences and bat off the wrong side in private" To quash such slander i have to at least demonstrate that i'm putting in some effort to remedy my situtation hence my attendance...
Now on to camp, well it was the best church camp i attended, some of the sermons were pretty meaningful, though some of their advice on dating was a bit umm impractical, but i don't think the blog is the right forum to discuss this, but i might face to face if you happen to catch me in a lucid moment, suffice to say my mum and dad would never have met and married if they followed their formula...
Well the camp was held at a hotel in kl, so there was a gym and well in an attempt to halt my slide to an AMI, i decided to hit the gym... Well while i was there a long time casual accquaintance walked in ,who is she? Well heres a clue for the scum (can you take me higher), now as my weights kaki's kenneth george and jm will tell you, i'm no weihao but of course in a pathetic attempt to impress ,i piled on the weights ,which ended up with me pinned to the bench while squealing for assistance
in a breathless falsetto... Of course the person who helped me out of my predicament was my roomate who just happened to be an arrogant rich Acjc alumni whom i rather detested... Sigh...
Now on to my confession, i have led the scum down,in a moment of pure folly i let my standards slip and fell short of the glory of the qing... In my defence i have to say that i'm particularly vulnerable at camps as the scum would recall two of my worse debacles had their beginings in orientation camps, it must be the lack of sleep and unfamiliar environments that disorder my senses, making me mistake pity for friendship not to mention causing my standards to slip.... Now who was this unfortuanate individual? well i can't give many details as too many of our fellow med fac ppl go to the same church, but once more in my defense i must say that it was really slim pickings in my group almost all the girls were older then me while those younger were really xiao mei mei... But back to the topic so i was trying to introduce myself to my roomie when i sorta stumbled into my bag, and she looked up and smiled, ok it was not a hi sorta smile, more like a oh look it talks kinda smile, and well i was kinda bowled over... Of course this being a church camp i didn't do my usual stalker stuff thankfully.. So it was a day or two of trying to curb my spider sense and not accidently on purpose run into her, it was at this moment when all hope had faded that i remembered the photo of the one qing in my phone, so i whipped it out and took a look, and the scales fell off my eyes...
And i looked at her looked at the photo whupped myself over the head and went
"what was i thinking!!?" Unfortunately i hit myself rather too hard cause she turned and saw which was rather awkward...But anyways nothing came of it and i think i rather destroyed her impression of me when i had a learned and highly technical discussion with one of my friends on how to smuggl drugs across the border... But ah well i did detect a hint of chinese ed in her voice and as i dun intend to bring a dictionary to my dates well twas for the best, and my the grapes are sour this week... But anyways as i've come to believe since i'm going to get a handoff let the hand that deals the blow be a pretty one, i mean while we have only respect for zimin who tried to chase the chioest of the trio, there was only derision and cuddle bitch songs on the blog for me in the chio busaurus rex incident for me... Ah well blog another time..
Of course that wasn't the main reason for the church camp and it was meaningful to me, but this is the scum blog and well nonsense is de rigeur here... Now my mum isn't really that concerned about my rather patchy record with the opposite sex, but recently her friends have been asking her if i needed any help and were suggesting that they could introduce me to some of their offspring., "off" being the key word, of course my mum respectfully declined, as she intends to bring her grandkids out into public and my looks aren't exactly inspiring as it is.But this unseemly lack of interest has led to them giving me rather questioning looks, and patting my dad kindly on the shoulder and going"There there old chap, at least you still have joel, no problems with grandchildren there, my my how society has changed, pity it had to happen to you, bad form , he (me) should at least try to keep up appearences and bat off the wrong side in private" To quash such slander i have to at least demonstrate that i'm putting in some effort to remedy my situtation hence my attendance...
Now on to camp, well it was the best church camp i attended, some of the sermons were pretty meaningful, though some of their advice on dating was a bit umm impractical, but i don't think the blog is the right forum to discuss this, but i might face to face if you happen to catch me in a lucid moment, suffice to say my mum and dad would never have met and married if they followed their formula...
Well the camp was held at a hotel in kl, so there was a gym and well in an attempt to halt my slide to an AMI, i decided to hit the gym... Well while i was there a long time casual accquaintance walked in ,who is she? Well heres a clue for the scum (can you take me higher), now as my weights kaki's kenneth george and jm will tell you, i'm no weihao but of course in a pathetic attempt to impress ,i piled on the weights ,which ended up with me pinned to the bench while squealing for assistance
in a breathless falsetto... Of course the person who helped me out of my predicament was my roomate who just happened to be an arrogant rich Acjc alumni whom i rather detested... Sigh...
Now on to my confession, i have led the scum down,in a moment of pure folly i let my standards slip and fell short of the glory of the qing... In my defence i have to say that i'm particularly vulnerable at camps as the scum would recall two of my worse debacles had their beginings in orientation camps, it must be the lack of sleep and unfamiliar environments that disorder my senses, making me mistake pity for friendship not to mention causing my standards to slip.... Now who was this unfortuanate individual? well i can't give many details as too many of our fellow med fac ppl go to the same church, but once more in my defense i must say that it was really slim pickings in my group almost all the girls were older then me while those younger were really xiao mei mei... But back to the topic so i was trying to introduce myself to my roomie when i sorta stumbled into my bag, and she looked up and smiled, ok it was not a hi sorta smile, more like a oh look it talks kinda smile, and well i was kinda bowled over... Of course this being a church camp i didn't do my usual stalker stuff thankfully.. So it was a day or two of trying to curb my spider sense and not accidently on purpose run into her, it was at this moment when all hope had faded that i remembered the photo of the one qing in my phone, so i whipped it out and took a look, and the scales fell off my eyes...
And i looked at her looked at the photo whupped myself over the head and went
"what was i thinking!!?" Unfortunately i hit myself rather too hard cause she turned and saw which was rather awkward...But anyways nothing came of it and i think i rather destroyed her impression of me when i had a learned and highly technical discussion with one of my friends on how to smuggl drugs across the border... But ah well i did detect a hint of chinese ed in her voice and as i dun intend to bring a dictionary to my dates well twas for the best, and my the grapes are sour this week... But anyways as i've come to believe since i'm going to get a handoff let the hand that deals the blow be a pretty one, i mean while we have only respect for zimin who tried to chase the chioest of the trio, there was only derision and cuddle bitch songs on the blog for me in the chio busaurus rex incident for me... Ah well blog another time..
