Yoooo.

I wonder if anyone checks my blog anymore, lol.
I forgot I had an open blog and I just remembered I did own a blog and then I realised I couldn't remember the address >.<
I feel terribly awkward typing in English. Half my lessons are conducted in English and all my textbooks except for 'math for biology' are all in English but all I speak everyday with people here in Korea is Korean so hehehehe I scared my roommate a while ago talking to myself in English - I was afraid I'd forgotten how to speak in English T^T
I'm finally sort-of-free(?) today but silly MSN's not functioning on my computer and my hotmail's just.. plain..weird;;;
Ha... updates! I'm finally declining my Cambridge offer and yeah, decision's final this time. I've been too weak each time I tried to send the email I wrote donkey's years ago saying I don't want my offer but I'm staying in Seoul because I get to do my specialisation at *my dream university hospital-secret lol* provided my GPA's good! Looooooooooong way to go >< Another 6 or 7 years damn! One bad thing about Seoul - NO TOPSHOP NO MANGO!!!!!!! Ah but lots of other pretty pretty shops teehee ^^ I think I'll be going back to KL (like finally!) this winter! Just for about a week or two though;; I'm definitely going to hit TOPSHOP TOPSHOP!
Argh bad thing about med school you need STAMINA. And stamina comes from food, I think;;; Been eating like a cow and putting on weight so I cut down on food and brrrrrrrrrr I nearly fainted >< So I'm gonna contribute precious time towards GYM tomorrow onwards! As if hiking up to school everyday isn't enough already T^T
My entry's definitely what you call incoherent;;; But I gotta gooooooo so choochoo >< I'm pretty sure I won't be blogging again for the next 10 years HAHAHAHAHAHAAHA *goes mad*

Sorry mum, the kitchen is not where my talents lie.

Urm uh yeah so... *clears throat vigorously*... I urhhhh... cooked... slices of *cough* ham *cough cough* with barbeque *cough* sauce.

I forbid you to judge the dish by its appearance - underneath the burnt outer skin, it actually tasted delicious. It'd be a crime to lie on my own blog - it's like lying to yourself so I assure you I'm being very truthful with the taste.

It's not that I didn't know when to flip the slices of ham and get them out of the damn pan so they wouldn't get burnt. It's just that I panicked and didn't know what to do when the ham slices started sizzling on the pan and jumping like idiots, splattering hot oil everywhere. While freaking out and recovering from fright, I left them to do their jiggly dance for way too long and by the time I plucked up the courage to go check on them, they'd all been murdered by the heat already. Serves them right for spitting oil and burning my finger!

My cousin sis kept asking me if 'that' (she was horrid enough not to call my dish by its name) was all I was going to eat with rice so I grudgingly pulled out the kimchi container from the fridge. Only to pop one small piece into my mouth and spit it out immediately. The taste was so strong I even had to drink a bottle of yakult to wash the kimchi flavour out. I can't stand the smell or taste of kimchi anymore. Being unable to eat kimchi or stand the sight of it... let's just say I'm starting to question the authencity of me being pure Korean. Maybe I'm actually Indian (since I love curries) and my parents really were telling the truth when they said they'd picked me up from the drain.

Ah, burnt ham and kimchi aside, I regret eating dinner. I wish I could throw up what I just ate. Oil + meat slabs + rice + yakult = fats + proteins + carbs + sugar = a nightmare! I'm so going on the treadmill later! I hate myself for always feeling hungry! It's not like I'm even growing taller with all the food! Ugh.

Maybe I should just taste and spit out food after chewing on them from now on. C'est une idée brilliante, non?

Ugh the sight of my elephant thighs are killing me. I'm going out to exercise. Ciao. (Gah, the treadmills at the gym were all occupied so I went on the swing in the playground instead for over an hour. Trust me, it felt great, being the tallest among the kids. --Ed)

Oh hey blog dearest how've you been?

Everyone falls, but not everyone gets up.
I want to be one of those who are courageous enough to embrace their mistakes and misfortunes and rise to my two feet once again, with confidence unrivalled to that of someone who never had to fall in the first place.

I shall stop moaning all over the place, plaster my usual constipated smile onto my swollen face (yes yes, I cry over the stupidest things) and be the ever optimistic fool that I am. After all, I trust everything's going to go well, beyond expectations, surpassing my highest level of satisfaction imaginable. As always.

I don't promise very good posts for my new blog but heck, it's not like I ever had superb posts that were worth anyone's time anyway. The only reason you kept returning to my blog was because you love me very much and unconditionally to the point of infatuation so yeah, keep checking my blog for updates! I mean, come on, given the option (rhetorical question alert!), you'd choose me over your tv, right? *iron hands ready to throttle any fellow human audacious enough to disagree*

I now have 24.375 teeth. Random, but it is vital that you know.

I'm not wildly enthusiastic when it comes to politics but changes do get me interested and I'm pretty pleased with the latest swap of presidents. I'm one day late but I LOVE YOU MONSIEUR BARACK OBAMA, DO US PROUD!!!

This post has been very incoherent so far. I am abashedly ashamed of my poor writing skills!

Oh and before you start thinking I'm thoughtlessly throwing in all the vocabulary I know one after the other, coming up with ridiculous stuff like 'abashedly ashamed', I'd like to say I'm fully aware the two words mean the same thing. I'm just experimenting the 'coupling up' effect with those verbose, redundant things called adverbs before a verb. Again, 'verbose' and 'redundant' mean pretty much the same thing but it does make a difference using two rather than one yes? Agree or die!

I'm flawless to the very details, very typical of a left-brained person don't you think? But until I become a cadaver myself and have bloody murderous medical students all gloating with blades, screwing me over-my-dead-body and fighting over which side of my brain's been used more (if at all either side was used) I shall live thinking I'm a genius like Leonardo da Vinci who is thought to have used both sides of his brain equally to excel in everything he got his head into.

Not having sliced up anyone's head matter yet, I'm curious. How do neurologists tell which side or part of the brain the person's been using more in proportion to the other areas and how much of that area the person's been using while they were up and alive? When the person's alive, I do have a faint idea of what can be done - a functional MRI could be used to detect changes in blood flow and it is obvious that blood will gush to areas with increased activity to replenish any oxygen debt and so the variations in blood flow would enable an fMRI to detect active sites of the brain. But...what if the person's dead and all you could do were biopsies?

Normal days, I would crack my head and resort to Google for an answer to my questions but I'm just not in the mood today. Guess I should go sleep and give my poor stressed brain cells a break.

Nights! (It's 4am+ and I'm still not in bed, so much for wishing everyone else goodnight and forgetting myself! -- Ed)