Alicia

And all I'm thinking about are the messages that I have to reply and, well, there's not much else I do on facebook. Also I can't get on msn messenger but that's all right, considering once I get on I'm more or less stuck on it for.. like.. ever.

Anyway so I'm just pining for replying those messages!! I read them on Jennie's phone but didn't reply them, and it just kills me how much I want to get on facebook and just talk to people. As if I didn't spend the past 3 hours talking to my high school friends that I met up with for Kim's birthday dinner. Which was awesome - food at Chili's and lovely cake. :) Hehe it was kind of funny when the manager came with a piece of tissue with cream in it and sneaked it to one of her friends, who creamed her :P She screamed and was really shocked cause we were saying it was a cockroach, just to mess with some other people.

I don't play games on Facebook, do all those quizzes - because they aren't real anyway. So what do you do on facebook?

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It was good. It really does feel great to be doing stuff again, and unnecessarily (more or less) stressing myself out. About studies, about errands I have to run, and definitely about people.

"People are the most important" - quote from the first lecture I had today. Haha. Terry and I were talking during the second lecture and we decided that the majority of the accidents and stuff under 'patient safety' isn't really because of incompetence of the doctor. But it's more like the miscommunication which causes all these things to happen. And it's unfair really, to blame one person. Miscommunication occurs really easily. Say, 2 people talk at the same time and what you hear is kind of distorted, but you think you hear one thing when actually your friend is saying something else. But in your head, what you hear him say is exactly what you 'think' he said, so you have no reason to doubt what he said. Then you go off and do your thing and the next thing you know, a patient is dead and you and your friend is fired. It's tough, and I think to a certain extent, it's rather unfair.

Miscommunication KILLS, like how smoking kills. Was also discussing about smoking and addiction with Terry. How you should quit kind of when you're ahead of the game. When you're not addicted, I mean. Because if you imagine how much money you could save by not buying ciggies, then that's like... If we're assuming that each cig pack costs Rm6, so 6X7 is RM42/week. Then that's like RM168/month. Which is a pair of jeans. Or a new perfume. Or lots of sweets.

So smoking isn't worth it. And also in the long term, think about how many diseases you can get because of smoking; COPD - Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease. Under this would be things like emphysema, lung cancer, chronic bronchitis. How much more money would you need to spend on healthcare when you end up with these kind of diseases? Okay now I'm kind of just targeting the smokers, but it's really unfair to people around you - what you're doing to their bodies due to second hand smoke. And also it's unfair to your parents, who have raised you and given you your body and your consciousness etc, and you're just smoking it all away. And I'm not Christian, which is why I didn't say God gave you your body or something like that.

Which reminds me, R is really nice. When I was sick, she said she would pray for me. Aww :( And the next day (today) she asked how I was feeling. Aww. I honestly think that if you take a general population of Christians, they are just very nice and friendly and giving.

Had a pretty friendly conversation with the CSU nurses today with Lisa and Ann haha. Which was totally different from the conversation I had with one of the nurses on Monday when I was late and wearing big earrings. Grr frightening! Can't remember any of their names though, thanks short-term memory!!

Have to buy:

So I finished season finales to 2 series today: Grey's Anatomy and Gossip Girl.

It's pretty crazy. I feel like I've watched so much my brain is spinning a little bit. But that's what happens when you get addicted. I thought I'd never know what real addiction feels like, but I guess this is it. I guess. Once you start, you can't seem to stop, except to eat of course. And showering is optional. But at least it doesn't seem as bad as smoking or drinking! There's no such condition as addicted to TV. I mean, it's not real anyway. Is it?

Grey's Anatomy season finale was AMAZING. Action packed and dramatic and totally worth watching. I'm so glad I've started watching Grey's. Tbh I don't know why I was kind of against it anyway. There was always some kind of choice that people made, between Grey's and House. And since I started watching House first, I thought it was pretty awesome and I was all House and no Grey's. But then I haven't even finished the House season and I've really caught up with Grey's in a matter of months.

Well this isn't what I wanted to talk about today, I wanted to say that Gossip Girl has gotten sooo bad. The only reason why I finished it today, was because I kind of felt super fashion deprived. Not that it helped, cause Jenny kind of looked like she was all over the place, and this one time there was this close-up of her and I cringed. Oh wait that isn't really a fashion thing anymore. Well, nah, just too much make up really isn't good. But I'm not one to be hating.. However!! I really thought that they could have done a better job with Gossip Girl. Josh Schwartz directed The O.C. and I thought that was really good. There was a much wider kind of scope to it, and not everyone slept with the same person. Like, really?

I mean in Gossip Girl, everyone's had a thing with everybody else! It's demented. I think it should follow The O.C. a little bit and introduce more characters. Not have characters continually recur. And they should all stop sleeping with each other and they have to stop being so dramatic about every little thing. And I could probably never end this rant but I really should. But seriously, it just gets a little bit too boring and safe.

So when I watched the last few minutes of the season finale of season 3, I was slightly impressed with how they really very slightly pushed the boundaries with Chuck. But it's still nothing compared with thinking out of the box plots like with Grey's Anatomy.

But still, really. Who am I to complain? It's still very entertaining and they've done a good job on it all. Not like I can do any better, but it started off much better and perhaps I had higher expectations after reading the books.

:)

I don't know why many people hatin' on it but I honestly think that they have some pretty good moral lessons in it that you can take, and apply it in your own life. Really.

There is always something more.

At this point, I might start to analyse the psychology behind a hacker, but I have to admit I'm rather afraid that they hack my account and send all these embarrassing emails to everyone. Which will really not be cool. Okay I think I'm going to delete all my emails today. :)

I suggest you do that too, because not only might it be embarrassing, some of the emails you send out may do some real harm.

So... on a totally unrelated topic, (this post really does not deserve the title 'hacker', considering how little I wrote on it) I went to see the podiatrist today @ Jln Solaris. Family Podiatry Centre. It is hard as hell to find it. At first we went to Solaris Dutamas and it is not an easy feat to find parking and walk around asking guards who are super clueless etc. And especially with a mum who was more or less naggy and grouchy the entire time. But we called the clinic and eventually found the place, after several (wrong) turnings.

He said that I have Achilles Tendinosis. Hmm I find it strange why they didn't name it Achilles Tendonosis. 'Cause initially I thought that was how you would spell it, considering it is related to the Achilles Tendon and all, but nooo they made it Tendinosis. This is really why most people who study medicine and stuff end up half coo-coo. Well, that's what I would have originally thought. But ever since starting med school, I find that lots of people that I've come across really know how to have their fun and are really easy-going! (I still really can't wait for orientation in Sem2. I swear it will be supar epic.)

And he also said that I have pronation of my feet. Ah, well. I just have to undergo physiotherapy, my first session starting tomorrow. Well when he was saying all of this, all I could think he was saying was basically, 'Hey girl, you're supposed to be 17 years old. Why the hell do you have all these problems? Plus you have lower back pain and you're supposed to be seeing a chiropractor. You are OLD!! Dude, even my grandma doesn't have as many problems as you.' And the thing is, these things are COSTLY.

Also I discovered today, that after studying a little bit, I find that for the rest of the day, I feel more inclined to be proactive and do more productive things.

Today I had lunch with Ben. I feel like I more or less got the closure I was looking for, with the probability of opportunity somewhere in the near future/far future? Whatever, I've gotten the closure that I need and I am totally content with things now. :)

Ah today was a relatively good day:

I completed my piano A1 piece! I have gone through it top to bottom and I know how to play it. Now I just have to add in the expressions and make sure it's smooth. Finally I can move on to my second piece, which I have already begun. Was listening to the pieces in my car. I don't think I can ever reach that kind of awesomeness though. And if I haven't already mentioned, I'm taking my grade 7 piano practical exam sometime next year, in April I think.

AND I also managed to make my bed. And it wasn't some kind of half-assed make the bed attempt. I MADE MY BED PRETTY.

Anyway, so today they were discussing why birds fly into glass/windows. And why they would do it repetitively. It goes like this roughly:

"Apparently they do this for a number of reasons. One is because they don't actually see the glass and they see a pretty room with floral wallpaper and they fly into the window. The second is because it's maybe a territorial thing. They see their reflection in the glass and they fly towards it to defend their territory. They're actually just attacking themselves. This usually happens during the frisky season, when they are trying to mate with lady birds."

"They should actually mate with other birds, because ladybirds are a bit small for birds to mate with, aren't they?"

"Female birds, thank you, Chris."

HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

So whenever you need an intellectual pick me up, I suggest The Naked Scientist.

Went to the MPO tonight, which is where all this originates from. I swear there were actually tears in my eyes at some points - it was that beautiful! Mostly because it was so joyous, and it's amazing how music can evoke those kind of feelings. Screw Jasper from the Twilight saga, despite his awesome powers, he's got no hold over what music and orchestras can do!

I don't have the programme booklet, gave it to Ian. But I do remember there being 6 movements and all of them were more or less fantastic. Even more so when the soprano and the choirs started singing. Although I do wish that they sang more. Kind of disappointed me a little bit there.

The chamber itself is gorgeous!! There are lights shining everywhere, and they look like little diamonds on the curved ceiling, and all the people were dressed so super dapper. Despite Ian and I thinking that we were going to be overdressed, we weren't at all. In fact I myself was a little bit underdressed. :P

The lights shone off the brass instruments, and if you shut your eyes, the music feels as if it's coming from everywhere but also perhaps at the same time, nowhere at all. It doesn't really start or stop, and when it does, you kind of feel like it's been there all the time. Well, I felt like that anyway.

Some violinists were really passionate, as in their whole body was moving to the music. I swear this guy would rub his foot before each movement or something just for luck. He was the solo violinist. This one chick was moving so much it looked like she could just up and fall off her chair haha. Moving their heads to the music, tapping their feet to the beat.

No idea what the drummers were doing though, cause they kept putting their head down to the drum, as if trying to ... listen to it? Or something.

I really do wish that I took up either the saxophone or the flute. I would be so competent in it right now (maybe I could be part of the orchestra)! But on a totally serious note, I really did want to learn how to play those instruments years and years ago.

To end on a frustrating note, the people that were sitting near us - a guy and girl, spent the entire time talking and flirting and the guy just wouldn't stop burping and touching and feeling and the girl's lip gloss was so god damn shiny, the lights were bouncing off her lips 360. Mental.

I did begin to try to write a poem, about the rain and how it makes me want to sleep,

But I decided I could utilize my time so much more effectively by just going to sleep.

I can't poem anyway.

It really doth look like a Graafian follicle! Can't really tell, but there's the antrum and the oocyte. :D

which are (I shall recite this from memory):

Anyway so that is what I basically got done in the library today, instead of chatting of empty nothings.

I went for dinner with Robert and there was the typical banter and then we were in Waterlily (Balinese cuisine), and we decided to do an experiment.

Hypothesis: Which drink (Coke or Carlsberg) would cause you to burp more?

Method: Glass of coke and carlsberg. Drink coke - how many sips until you burp? Drink carlsberg - how many sips until you burp? Record results, compare. Draw graph. Haha no not really.

Eh what else do you have.

Results: (Robert) ; coke = 2 sips. beer = I don't think we ever really got there.

Improvements: so that was a really flawed method. Our next attempt at this experiment would be to drink an entire can of coke, and count how many burps. Then when we're burp-free, drink an entire can of carlsberg, and count how many burps. Record and compare. I think that is so much better than the initial method.

Conclusion: It seems as if coke seems to have a stronger burping inducing effect rather than beer.

Anyway, I've heard many good things about the movies Up In The Air and also Fight Club! So I plan to watch those very soon.

Also some artists that I suggest:

Had this fascinating conversation with Siew Jim last night, about dreams. He said that the way he got a lucid dream was when he literally just overslept and moved around or something and didn't eat. anyway I do believe that if I tried that, I would just wake up with a massive headache and cry myself to sleep because I overslept and my body is angry at me. I wonder how it would be though, to do anything that you wanted in the world. And really feel as if you're experiencing it, with no limits whatsoever. No wonder so many people want to readily achieve lucid dreaming

You can jump really high, you can fly in the sky, you can shop till you drop, you can grow hair like a mop. No I don't really want to do the latter, I was just trying to rhyme it actually. Amazing :) Am just thinking of the time I would sometimes dream about getting together with this guy, and we're dating and stuff, then I wake up and I feel attraction for that fellow that was never there previously. Building on that, I could more or less just imagine how real lucid dreaming would be like. You could really just slot that experience into your memory and know how it feels like. Although you wouldn't really be able to do something like that in real life, and your brain is just conjuring up feelings and all that while you're doing that stuff. Maybe I'm just getting really confusing now, because I'm getting confused myself. And if I'm confused, what i'm typing out here must just be absolute rubbish haha.

But example:

If I were to fly in my dream, it wouldn't really be a 'real' experience in the sense that I wouldn't know how that is like in real life. It's only an experience created but my mind, of how I think that flying would feel and how it would really be. Ah, the sky's the limit.