vent

I just feel like writing okay.
You may all ignore this blog post and go on with your lives. shoo.


Its just, when anyone else in the house is sick or has some small pain somewhere,
everyone expects me to jump around doing things for them.
I'm not sure if it's because I'm the youngest, or if its just because I'm doing medicine and therefore am supposed to be insanely interested in every small ailment..
It just gets to me okay.

If you have a headache take a Panadaol or something! Why run to me?
What, am I supposed to do some magic trick and make your headache disappear?
Or would you prefer I sit and hold your hand til your headache goes away? I mean, seriously!


And today I'm not well.

I have the most insanely painful cramps. Can't sit, can't stand. So while everyone else was busy watching a movie, I went and filled in a hot water bottle and went to lie down with it on my stomach to ease the pain.
Not like anyone noticed, but I wasn't doing it for attention.
If I wanted attention, I would have moaned and groaned and rolled around on the carpet like my sister-in-law does (only mild exaggeration there)

And then to add to that pain, I sprained my ankle this afternoon and that started acting up,
but its easy to forget about that when your uterus has decided to turn itself out.

AND I develop a migraine.
Just had to happen. And I was in too much pain to get up and take my Cafegot, so I just let it be.



And then after all that, when their movie is over, they're all like
"eh can go get me water?"
"eh can go take my towel for me?"
"eh do this, eh do that"
And I'm just like "omg I'm hurting go away"

And what do I get for that?

"Why are you always such a bitch?"


No really.
Really.
I do fucking everything for you, and one fucking day when I'm in so much fucking pain I'm a bitch?
Really?
YOU'RE FUCKING MARRIED GET YOUR WIFE TO DO YOUR SHIT FOR YOU.


GAH.


Just so much pain ok.
I can't even sleep.


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The Dream (or semi-dream or non-dream dream or wtv)

So its not like any of you caaaareee about my X-Men/Michael Fassbender obsession,
but I'm going to keep blogging about them/him anyway ok.

Ok.



As you all know I had my EOP this afternoon,
and as most of you know, I spent the whole of last night obsessing about Michael Fassbender on facebook.
Because I'm so sensible that way. *cough*



So I wanted to compensate by getting up early today and studying.



I set like three alarms this morning because I was so paranoid that I wouldn't wake up in time to study,
and true to form I switched off the alarm and went back to sleep the first two times.

On the third alarm though, (my alarm tone and ringtone are the same)
when the alarm rang, this thought ran through my head :

"omg why is this Fassbender calling me at this time of the morning"

And I picked up my phone fully intending to answer his call....




Except of course it wasn't a call.




Then I became sad. :(

So I woke up properly and went to study.




True story.










Yes you all needed to read this story ok.




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Study Break (not that I'm studying)

Michael Fassbender will you marry meeeee?

I mean I know I wanted him to marry James and all because they're SO freaking in love with each other but I mean seriously, he'd obviously pair off much better with me, primarily because I'm female and capable of producing his babies and.
yeah.
Or they could both marry me I don't mind *cough*.



So obviously not studying.


WHY CAN'T THEY MAKE US ANALYSE X-MEN CHARACTERS INSTEAD?
They've all got deep-seated psycho problems too!



gaaaaaaaah.


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Psych EOP

So apparently Dr Shane fails people during EOP if they can't diagnose the patient?
(at least that's what Chin Nam told me)

...well on my way to failure then.

They all look schizophrenic to me, and I can't for the life of me remember any of that DSM crap.


Gahhhh I HATE Psychiatry!

Unless I get a substance-abuse patient (pleaseGodpleaseGodplease) which would be easier for obvious reasons.


So instead of cramming diagnostic criteria like mad, I'm sitting here blogging, the night before the EOP.
...but then again, I always do this.
So wtv.



And the icing on the cake?
My exam is tomorrow afternoon.
yay.


WHY COULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN IN THE MORNING AND THEN I'D BE FREE OF THIS TORMENT SO MUCH EARLIER.


Gah.


*throws random things around*




Btw I had a patient the other day who went psycho and killed her daughter's kitten.
yeh.
awesomesauce.





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Alternate Ending

In my opinion, this is how X-Men First Class should have ended.

I doubt this would count as a spoiler, but if you haven't watched it and you don't want to read this post...
...
...THEN DONT.

GO AWAY.

SHOO.




















(leaving lots of space so no one "accidentally" reads anything they don't want to read and blames me for spoiling the movie for them)

















Right so.

After Charles gets shot in the back and Erik is holding him in his arms...

(I don't remember the dialogues verbatim ok so)

and Erik is feeling guilty and he spouts that dialogue about how he cannot be ruled by men again and bla bla,
and Charles is trying to be stoic for him,

but as Erik makes to get up and move away,

Charles grabs his hand. And whispers the words only Erik can hear "don't leave me",
and Erik feels his heart clench,
and his resolve breaks down,
and he falls back to his knees beside Charles.

"Oh Charles what have I done! Of course I'll never leave you, NEVERRRR"




And then he hugs Charles,
and Charles lets out a sob,
and Erik has this whole manly tears thing going on,

and then they get married on the beach and live happily ever after.


Ta-daa!



Seriously though.


At this one point during the movie I thought they were going to grab each other and start making out or something.
So much ~sexual tension.
roarrr.

SEE JUST LOOK THEY WOULD BE SO PERFECT AS A MARRIED COUPLE LIKE SERIOUSLY.

Michael Fassbender is a fiiiiine specimen of a human being, no?



Om nom nom.

My love for him can almost rival my love for Hugh Jackman. Almost.

Nommmmmm.



*wink wink*






AND I SWEAR AZAZEL LOOKS LIKE DAVE FROM MEEPLES.


And I nearly died when I saw Kevin Bacon in the movie. I mean what.





I am obviously going to fail Psychiatry.




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p.s. Pictures and gifs not mine, I claim no copyright.

Hello I am still alive.

For someone who seems to have absolutely no time for anything,
I have watched alot of movies in the past 5 weeks.

Priest
Fast Five
Pirates of the Carribean (twice because I was forced to)
Kung Fu Panda
X-Men First Class
..and those are just the ones in the cinema.
The only thing I wanted to watch but didn't manage to was Thor. Oh well. Wait for DVD copy la.

Hindi movies :
Chori Chori (because I just had to watch it again :3)
Aaja Nachle
Khatta Meetha
Jhootha Hi Sahi (twice because its awesome)

Some random tamil movie on ABO that I've forgotten the name of.

Christian Brothers (malayalam)

I don't think I've ever watched so many movies in such a short span of time before. Exam next week summore.
yay me.

Obviously not studying. haihs.



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Prince Charming

This happened a couple of days ago, but I only remembered it just now, so..

Story sharing time!

:D


Right.

So it was my cousin's wedding anniversary,
and her husband bought a bouquet of roses,
which she found waiting for her in her bedroom after she returned from work.

Her daughter, who was very excited by the thought of daddy buying mummy roses,
asked when she could get some of her own.

So my cousin goes like "don't worry, darling. When you grow up, someday a Prince Charming will come and give you roses"

And her daughter replies with :

"Prince Charming? You mean Justin Bieber?"




...


I'm not quite sure whether to laugh or cry.



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Rant.

To rant or not to rant?

...rant it is.


The HBIL is coming over today.
Apparently he shouldn't be considered a brother-in-law, because he's only my sister-in-law's brother, and thus not MY brother in-law per se, but whatever.
HBIL he has been christened, and HBIL he shall stay.

So there are some days when I quite like him, and some days where I hate him with a passion.
Today is one of those hate-with-a-passion days.

Partly because of the gossip cloud surrounding us.
I do not like being involved in slanderous/scandalous/wtv gossip.
I mean, get real. There is no fucking way I'm marrying the git.
He's fun to be around, and I will admit to having had a crush on the guy, but let's face it, there is no way I'm slogging 5 years at this stupid MBBS course just to end up marrying some dude with a diploma and no stable job.
This is not some tamil movie where education doesn't matter when it comes to love.
It does.
the end.


AND SO.
I do not like having people speculate, and whats worse, attempt to encourage the beginnings of a relationship.
Go to hell.

AND I DO NOT AGREE TO SHARING MY BATHROOM WITH HIM.
GO AWAY.
MY BATHROOM IS PERSONAL OKAY.
I'll share it with my other relations, but I do not want to share it with HBIL.
Especially with all this gossip rubbish.


yay rant over.



And I swear if my mother tries to set me up with anyone at the dinner tonight I will run amok and hit alot of people.

...would make a nice sight though, no?, come to think of it.
Me, in a punjabi suit and a shawl and heels standing in the middle of a hall threatening to whack people with...a frying pan?
(I dunno. The frying pan seemed to suit the situation)


Oh well.


I love sweet potatoes.





I'm going to start a bucket list.




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Of broken contact lenses.

So my contact lens tore/broke? in half today.

While it was still in my eye.

During Child Psych clinic this morning.



I honestly believe the number of mishaps I encounter in daily life would be enough to form a sitcom series that would run for quite a few seasons.



Anywayyy,
I didn't know it tore at first, but there was alot of irritation, and then my eye started smarting and I figured there was something seriously wrong,
so without Dr Rajan or anyone else noticing,
I sneakily pulled out the lens,
only to see that only part of it was there.

Cue panic.

Then rushed to the toilet, and checked my eye thoroughly...it was the public toilet, I must've confused all those poor patients who were waiting to relieve themselves.

I suppose the other bit must've fallen out of my eye at some point before I pulled out the lens, because I couldn't find it, and the smarting in my eye had stopped.


But I looked a real sight.
With one normal eye and one red, swollen eye.
-_O

yep.


Left in my other lens though or I'd have been completely blind and would have walked into absolutely everything.

The only problem with having one lens on and one off is that it messes with your depth perception.
I almost walked into absolutely everything anyway because I completely couldn't judge how far away things were.

Thankfully I know I'm a klutz and so I keep my specs in the car so I could change.

I suppose thats why they tell you you can't keep your nails long and sharp when you're wearing contacts, eh?



Might lay off the contacts til Saturday at least.


..or not.


I'm vain. Not particularly partial to wearing my dorky specs in public unless I absolutely have to.




On another random note,
I suddenly have the urge to watch that old Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen movie...the one where their dad meets some woman and they don't like her and her son, and so they try to break them up...
..hold on lemme google.


.
.
.
..OH YEAH. It's called Billboard Dad!

...to watch or not to watch?

I know I loved the movie and watched 12039203458 times as a kid, but I'm not sure I'd appreciate it the same way now.

hmm.




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And the heartbreak just continues

SCHOLESY COME BAAAAACCCKKK

I know he's joining our coaching staff and in that sense he's not really leaving United,

BUT NOOOOO.
WHY YOU DO THIS SCHOLESY.
WHYYYYYY.
MY HEART HAS NOT RECOVERED FROM LOSING GAZZA AND EDWIN I CANNOT ACCEPT THIS.



And omg.

This just cements my utmost fear that Giggsy will leave too after next season.

Don't. :'(

I won't be able to handle it.


Say it was a joke, Scholesy, and come backkk.







I'm going to go cry moar now ok bye.



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