On 25
I’m not in the habit of doing things like this, but since this questionnaire affair has turned out to be quite the craze, I must not be left out! Honestly, it’s just the perfect excuse to be narcissistic. And I only have time for 9.
1. It seems quite absurd to me that people like generic bread. No, not that warm buttery scent of toast (for which I do love once in a while); that sodden plasticky excuse that comes packaged in the supermarkets is never ever palatable! My best friend says I’m starting to become a food snob - in which I will attempt to bring you back to my humble beginnings when we used to eat generic bread daily - for I have reverted to the belief that added chemicals are not tasty. And to complicate matters further, I still consume them (for my housemate buys it)…though it doesn’t mean I greatly enjoy them.
2. I don’t like fat patients. It doesn’t mean I crack fat jokes (although some of those ‘Yo Momma so fat..’ ones are GOLDEN) because I understand how difficult it is to lose weight. But seriously, a girl with a BMI of 60 getting impregnated by a boy 1/10th of her size? An overtly chubby woman who says she can’t mobilise because the nurses won’t give her a frame? It’s not me, it’s water weight?! Give me a break.
3. The perfect man for me would: have Italian blood, be able to prepare Japanese food and have a British accent. It is reasonable to assume that I have yet to meet him, though the closest contender so far has a seriously wicked British accent.
4. My mother once told me that if I were in Antartica, the first frozen body part to fall off would be my nose. I thought about it as I experienced my first winter in Australia; it made me laugh out loud when I was stuck in sub-zero temperatures in Tokyo Disneyland. Now at least, it’s still intact as I breathe.
5. I am really quite a clumsy person with a questionable attention span. The Singlish term that would suitably describe me is ‘blur sotong’ - loosely translated as ‘unaware squid’. People have used it to up their Cuteness Factor, but I find nothing advantageous. It has occasionally stunned me to confused silence when asked questions; often it presents as bruises when my toes accidentally hit the IVT metal pole in the wards. And sometimes, during boring meetings, it makes me imagine what I would look like if I had 8 arms.
6. I own 6 pairs of black leggings. They all look similar, they’re mostly in perfect condition and often I re-use the same one that’s just been out of the wash. Despite me using them fairly regularly, I don’t know why I have a fistful of them. This is the perfect introduction to what my wardrobe looks like.
7. I am known to have steady hands when I play Jenga; I have used that to defend my interests in Surgery. I also love to do Jelcos, intubate the crap out of my patients and play Sudoku (in pen) in my spare time; Jimi agrees I should be in Anaesthesia. I have a huge crush on an ED Reg, so I gullibly believe that doing Emerg would give me a chance to score. These are the immature things that run through my head when a Consultant asks me what I want to do in the future.
8. My Silat (an Indonesian form of Martial Arts) instructor says I have a powerful punching/kicking technique. I attribute it to a growing need to vent out some Ward Politics Frustrations. I aim for the head and neck when I attack; he says hitting the chest is better. Being Medical, I know there are so many easier (and quicker) ways to kill a human being; the problem is, you need the assailant to be drugged up and dependent, which is not the likely case.
9. I have an unhealthy obessession with smoked salmon. The reason why I think it will eventually kill me is - save for it’s high sodium content (hypertension!) - is that I have yet to find a packet that suits my tastebuds. They’re not incredibly affordable, which makes taste tests an occassional affair, but I believe that out there somewhere, a dying salmon would be perfectly prepared, waiting for me. I love it so much that I sometimes dream of being proposed with a ring stuck in the orifices of a slice.
jelcos - IV bungs??
i like number 9 esp the ring in the salmon bit. seriously won’t it smell fishy?
Comment by mun — March 10, 2009 @ 5:54 pm
Ah, what is more tempting than the salty sea smell of premium smoked salmon!
Jelcos must be a South Aussie concoction then! Yes, it is what you Victorians would call IV bungs.
Hey, you’re back in Singapore? Coolness! My parents just left for home today.
Comment by pinkmutton — March 10, 2009 @ 8:27 pm
you know the word jelco does not reveal in any way that is indeed a plastic tube being inserted into a vein. for a moment i thought it was like velcro? haha anyhoos yes i am but will be flying back sat!
Comment by mun — March 11, 2009 @ 11:32 am
jelco is a popular brand of those things produced by johnson&johnson’s (i think)
Comment by elia — March 12, 2009 @ 9:55 am
10. i plan to visit jun in the little country town that she’s working in– city life is overrated ;p
Comment by Jun — March 15, 2009 @ 9:27 pm
hey hun, its been a while since i trawled through your blog.
JENGA HANDS!! haha, we’re born and bred to be surgeons!
Comment by aly — April 11, 2009 @ 7:45 pm
Diyana, Diyana, Reading your blog had made me laugh to my dead!! HAHAHAHHAHAH
8 arms would be very clumsy i’m sure
and don’t chock on that ring when u take a bit out of that perfect salmon~!!!
Comment by Jenna — May 25, 2009 @ 9:35 pm
Oh Jenna, I think in that instance, that is one moment where I can somewhat accept choking on anything. Haha!
Comment by pinkmutton — May 30, 2009 @ 8:31 pm