On The Last Few Weeks of My Penultimate Year in Medical School
For lack of a more direct title (the dissolution of creativity must be blamed for this), here are the highlights of what has happened so far; in reverse chronological order of course.
#1. BodyPump MasterClass
I love the gym. Like really. It is a fact that I am cursed with chunky genes; no amount of exercise (I have gathered thus far) can make me any less curvaceous. So throw those ‘Oh you’re not skinny’ accusations at me with much passion if you must, but at least I can be proud that I have passed the holy grail of all BodyPump classes - the MasterClass (special class for fitness trainers, open to regular members). The instructor - an award winner and senior trainer - was awesome. Possibly due to his uncanny resemblance to Aaron Eckhart, he was an absolute charmer as he kept encouraging me on (I had challenged myself with heavier weights); publicly coaxing me to smile. When the class ended, he teasingly approached me to ask how I thought the class went. Major endorphin rush for the day, people!
#2. TT’s 21st
Putting aside the unbearable fact that she’ll graduate from Medical School at a young 22, my good friend TT pulled a birthday-drinks-cum-end-of-school bash last Friday night at BarCuba. We had a blast doing silly things like playing ‘daredevil candle-blowing’ (Kianny won). And with much enjoyment, I had a humorous (3 hour-long!) drawn-out debate with Channy on the eternally controversial topic of Males vs Females and Cate Blanchett vs Natalie Portman (a must, everytime). Serena and Jenna pitched in occassionally to inject their much-appreciated feministic views.
#3. The Aunt and Uncle visit
Although it was difficult trying to juggle my numerous presentations and tutorials with the coming of my paternal family members (they had dropped by from a Sydney conference), I had enough luck to shave some evening time off to meet them for dinner at my cousin’s every night. As expected, being overseas makes one yearn to spend as much time possible with fragments of home. Despite my not being as close to the father’s side as I should, I enjoyed listening to my Aunt’s tales of yesteryear. And as my cousin and I propped up our elbows till the wee hours of the morning, I learned humbling things about my late grandparents that I never knew before.
HMM I’m pretty sure I won that candle-blowing competition, I did after all blow it out despite being told not to!
Comment by clare — October 25, 2008 @ 4:54 pm
You weren’t there long enough to defend your title!
Comment by pinkmutton — October 26, 2008 @ 10:00 am
yay, i’m not the only one who thinks aaron eckhart is adorable ^_^
how was bar cuba btw? my friend’s bday’s coming up, and i’m running outta places to go!! :
Comment by Jun — October 26, 2008 @ 11:35 pm
find your website via the almighty google!! How was your weekend? =D
Comment by Jenna — October 27, 2008 @ 1:15 am
Jun: BarCuba’s a very intimate place, so yes it’s a wonderful place for friends!
Jenna: Why hello! Doing nothing - knowing that there’s a storm lying ahead - was the best way to spend my weekend. How’s SWOT-ting going for you?
Comment by pinkmutton — October 27, 2008 @ 7:00 pm
again with the cate blanchett versus natalie portman…
Comment by Aly — November 1, 2008 @ 7:31 pm
ALY!! Why, how has SWOT Vac been treating you! It has made me yearn to punch my fists into a wall, but like most stupid suggestions, I don’t think I’ll act it out.
Comment by pinkmutton — November 1, 2008 @ 7:36 pm
oh thank god, because id have to work out which of those damn nerves you’ve damaged..
ive been blog-trawling, facebookng… tv watching.. of all things..not to mention sleeping heaps *sigh*
i feel slightly comforted when the fb status’ tell me tha others are also in the same boat..
is this false reassurance?
Comment by Aly — November 1, 2008 @ 8:09 pm
False reassurance is a delusion I do want to embrace.
On one spectrum, there’s the disconcerting group that can somehow plod through dull pages of text and proclaim (annoyingly and perhaps unconvincingly) that they are already too prepared; and then there’s another that agree that they don’t study and yet they burn candles by moonlight.
And then there’s normal people like us who enjoy doing inconsequential things while our textbooks lie open, waiting to be exhaled.
Comment by pinkmutton — November 1, 2008 @ 8:42 pm