tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295782192012-01-27T00:28:15.597+11:00The (un)eventful life of a unashamedly ordinary personJasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.comBlogger3751100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-76738565400380488112012-01-23T00:13:00.002+11:002012-01-23T00:13:45.671+11:00

Hey, hey. Was incredibly busy in the pre-Christmas period with the usual rush as surgeons hurry to finish as many cases as possible before jetting off on their expensive holidays. Though, we did actually get elective cases over the holiday period as well. It seems not all surgeons go galivanting at the end of the year. Then my sister came for a visit which meant, for the first time since

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Cleaning the house (yes, anything is truly possible), I came across my stethoscope. It's been tucked away, unused for two years now and holding it, an emotion came over me. I couldn't quite name it but certainly there was an element of sadness, of regret and remembering all that occurred in the past 11 years that led up to this moment. This very point in time. All that family and personal drama

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-4041374154396636172011-11-27T00:04:00.001+11:002011-12-09T18:27:55.012+11:00

It was every where, every day. The story on comments made by a particular radio presenter and the co-presenter who seemingly stood by, silently endorsing his words. Any person in this country who reads the paper or watches the news would have heard/read the brouhaha generated by Mr. K Sandilands response against a news.com.au reporter who did  her job and reported on the less than successful

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-69742113557014124842011-11-22T18:21:00.001+11:002011-11-22T19:00:04.792+11:00

No matter where you are - the refugee slums of DRC or the glossy building of a private hospital - there is one shared truth: a person can inadvertently pass gas when they relax their pelvic muscles to pee. Was not referring to myself, of course. Reading the previous post has led to one conclusion. I'm not built for commuting. Not. At. All. The daily two hours spent going back and forth to work

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-90977061878207612932011-11-12T00:34:00.001+11:002011-11-12T00:47:22.835+11:00

As I sit here at 12.30 a.m surrounded by junk in a filthy house having had McDonalds for dinner I have to wonder - what's the point? For the past few days I've been melancholic. I miss having a conversation, you know? Just talking. The way I do with friends from back home, my family. To be understood despite my accent, despite my less than perfect grammar. I miss knowing that I can speak my mind

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-68544316749935053482011-11-02T20:53:00.001+11:002011-11-02T20:53:30.767+11:00

Check this out: Swoon.

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Two years from today, I will be thirty years of age. Assuming the average lifespan is 80, it means I'm 12 years away from being middle-aged. Oh it's not the age or aging that affects me - it's an unstoppable process so why worry about it. It's the fact that I still feel like a child and, let's be honest here, behave like one. Maybe being the youngest among my fellow registrars doesn't help. Even

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-23865886755896833662011-10-29T16:47:00.000+11:002011-10-29T16:47:48.901+11:00

After much internal debate, I bought a sofa. Just went out there and dropped money like it was no big deal. Now, I'll be armchair living in style in my brand new 2.5 seater sofa. A small step towards living like a working adult and discarding the 'student' label. It was on sale so that helps. It'll take 3 months to arrive but hey, I've waited for over 18 months so no dramas there. Went with a

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Yes, I'm whinging about my pay/salary again. I've been calculating how much I would need to save over the next 5 years for a 10% deposit on an $800 000 property. The deposit for the loan would be $80 000 but you have to add another 5% for the transaction costs which includes stamp duty, lenders insurance (insurance which protects the banks not the buyer), building inspection fees et cetera. So

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-23636098039694945202011-10-04T22:55:00.001+11:002011-10-04T22:55:59.001+11:00

Back to life. Back to reality. The holidays went over too fast. Lots to catch up with at work and the jet lag is not quite cured. Will post more details, a few photos and what have you nots. Until then, good night.

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It's just past 4 a.m. I've spent the night cleaning and am considering not sleeping until i get on the plane - that way i can guarantee i'll sleep on the long flight. Usually, I am able to nod-off easily in a moving vehicle. Even a 30 minute domestic flight is enough to send me to zee-zee-land. But I am forever haunted by an international flight where my sleep was constantly interrupted by noisy

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-53191453171654544312011-09-11T18:07:00.001+10:002011-09-11T18:07:40.627+10:00

Why does the thought of standing in a structure or a place decades, hundreds or thousands of years old give me goose-bumps? The thought that 400-years ago, there was another person standing in the same spot, inhabiting the space that I now occupy, sometimes does my head in ... humans do time-travel, just not in the traditional sense. Did that person imagine what the future would be like? Or was

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-29443428487565688282011-08-29T23:46:00.000+10:002011-08-29T23:46:46.475+10:00

I'm being paid as a third year resident despite the fact that I am a second year registrar.  It is a $16, 000 per annum difference, which is a lot. Is there anything I can do about this? I did speak once to the RMO office and they basically said that we are paid based on our post-graduate year rather than our level of responsibility. That is that. It does feel incredibly unfair. I've spent $7000

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-90244177328987131542011-08-28T17:49:00.000+10:002011-08-28T17:49:39.677+10:00

The past two weeks have been rather stressful. Staying back at work til late. Like 9 - 10 p.m late. Reporting more cases and realising how little I actually know. Freaking out about unfinished work, upcoming exams and the disgusting state of the house. My diet is abysmal, I'm getting flabby and tired and not sleeping well. Yeah, feeling like a million-dollars. I'm pissed off. Pissed off over two

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-70246311193155911292011-08-09T21:19:00.001+10:002011-08-09T23:32:58.083+10:00

Have you been reading about the London/UK riots? Or rather acts of cowardly, narcissistic thuggery by bullies who really just need a hug from their mummys. Rising up against the police, the 'man'? Wanting respect? What utter bull shit. Oh, we don't get respected. Oh, we get badly treated by the cops. Oh, they treat us like we're nothing. Grow a pair. The world is a crap place. You are going to

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-22516630192942927382011-07-31T02:27:00.001+10:002011-07-31T03:01:07.375+10:00

The events in Norway has triggered debates and conversations about the man's motivations. It would appear he came from a middle-class, university-educated background. He's your stereotypical 'white man' - blond, light-eyed and Christian. He appears to view the increasing presence of 'immigrants', in particular those of middle-eastern backgrounds who practice Islam as threats to his beloved

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-39195582563657993832011-07-22T00:41:00.000+10:002011-07-22T00:41:00.250+10:00

Two weeks ago, the laptops AC charger went missing during a trip to Adelaide. The battery was less than 20% so I had to shut it down. Who knew I used this chunk of metal so much? Now I'm thinking it's ridiculous to bring a 17 inch super heavy laptop on my travels. Perhaps a little 10 or 13 inch notebook would be good.  Well, it's late and the weather is perfect for sleeping. Good night, sleep

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-77794457295805514952011-07-07T21:02:00.000+10:002011-07-07T21:02:53.324+10:00

In about two months I'm joining the parents on a short week-long tour around Britain. We are also throwing in a day-trip to Paris and two free days in London. There is so much to do and see in Paris! How I would love to visit Paris for four weeks. Wanderlust is not really something I've had. I suppose people expect young people short on funds to stay in hostels, go backpacking, eat in cheap

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-36079249356372651822011-06-25T20:16:00.000+10:002011-06-25T20:16:29.771+10:00

As much as I appreciate a pretty face, good body et cetera, there is one thing above all else that, for me, makes a guy extra attractive. The sound of his voice. Allow me to illustrate my point. 1) Benedict Cumberbatch He has an incredibly sexy voice and while not classically handsome, he is actually very attractive. Very, very attractive. 2) Rob Thomas 3) Michael Grimm 4) Simon Aldred 5

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-57264876472287580632011-06-18T17:56:00.000+10:002011-06-18T17:56:57.054+10:00

Apparently, when women ovulate, they are more attracted to masculine men. An evolutionary mechanism to ensure the female half of the species mate with males who have greater chances of survival, more capable of hunting and protecting his family. Never mind that in todays society, a man's ability to catch fish with his teeth isn't exactly highly prized. It's hard to beat millenniums of biology.

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-48746282391276504612011-06-09T20:55:00.001+10:002011-06-09T21:08:54.011+10:00

I'm not one who watches lots of reality tv. I've never seen Survivor. Amazing Race only if there was nothing else to see. Masterchef, nope. Not Dancing With the Stars, or The Kardashians. But I do watch So You Think You Can Dance and talent shows. There is just something about talent shows and I'm not talking about the singing-based ones. I guess I'm refering more to 'Fill in the Blanks' Got

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What's bonkers I hear you say? The weather for one. It's cold and the rain positively tropical. I have so much trouble waking in the mornings without the sunshine and the thought of leaving a warm bed. After one and a half years, I have retired my slip-on Grosby shoes and brought out my lace-up Grosbys'. Because the poor slip-ons: 1) Were leakier than a sinking boat. 2) Had loss every piece of

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-6676110110861629612011-05-30T20:03:00.000+10:002011-05-30T20:03:40.359+10:00

It had been just over ten years since we left high school. Graduating class 2000. Many went on to private colleges or government pre-uni matriculation. I went on to do STPM, the Malaysian equivalent of A-Levels, with a few friends who continue to be amongst my best friends. But by and large, I haven't met many of my old classmates - some of whom I have known since Primary 1. Since seven years old

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-87061390211167061222011-05-18T21:40:00.000+10:002011-05-18T21:40:48.874+10:00

After the ranting, I a) did not go to the pay office on Monday :) Went Tuesday instead b) did not do the whole 'no nonsense, super angry' act. Went with desperate instead. And it worked. My hair now has dark-brown highlights. It reminds me of my hair as a child, that kind of sun-kissed deep brown. Amazingly my hair isn't dry or look like straw. I'm not entirely sure what brand of dye the

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-40947996391280135672011-05-17T19:16:00.000+10:002011-05-17T19:16:03.650+10:00

I failed. As expected, though I had a faint sense of hope, i did not pass the basic exam. Sigh. It's all my fault. Not studying hard enough, not taking this seriously enough, just not doing what was needed to get through this exam. So I'll have to take it again next year as well as to sit the part-1 exam. BIG sigh. It's so hard to gather the energy or motivation to do what I must. Why? I

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-47451907917992526112011-05-14T12:27:00.000+10:002011-05-14T12:27:23.067+10:00

The last time I cut my hair was in May of last year. Over time it became ridiculously long and unruly. Last Friday, I had it cut short. Not short short but shoulder-length short. I don't have to tie it up but that brings up other issues - when you have long hair, all you have to do is tie it up. Easy. Shorter hair requires a bit more attention and me digging around for a head band.  Today however

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-38491825556337652872011-05-07T11:22:00.002+10:002011-05-07T14:49:24.859+10:00

Sandwiched between a wedding and a death, was the story of a woman. A journalist who was brutally assaulted by a mob of men. A woman whose story gave me chills, made me cry, made me rage. It made me curse the existence of men who violate women just because they can. No rhyme, no reason. Just a show of their 'manliness', of 'manhood', of control which is ironic because by doing something like this

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-5323949467262756182011-05-06T13:27:00.001+10:002011-05-06T13:58:45.476+10:00

I haven't been paid for the past 6 weeks. Profanities to follow. F**k f**k f**kitty f**k. Those bloody useless inefficient inept incompetent shitheads who entered my details as that of a relief ie temp employee when I have a full-time contract, a contract that those idiots drew up! I went there last week to discover this. To discover that it was their incompetence that led to me not getting paid

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-13726527703147974172011-05-05T19:20:00.000+10:002011-05-05T19:20:26.652+10:00

I don't think you need too many guesses to know what I'm talking about ... the royal wedding of course! Unfortunately, I was not one of the anticipated 2 billion who watched it. Not even a peek. Instead, I was preoccupied with my favourite So You Think You Can Dance.  Of course there was that other thing. The death of a man in a house in Pakistan. I swear, the first thought that popped into my

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-21974634338502647502011-04-30T17:08:00.000+10:002011-04-30T17:08:20.368+10:00

Now that that's over, I am wallowing in self-pity and chocolate ice-cream. I found the exam tough which can only be my fault - what did I expect for studying over two days? I do not know how people worked and studied medicine while at Uni. I honestly have no idea and I am bowing to you all now. It all comes down to motivation, to mental, emotional and physical endurance to work, study and care

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-66686585744907630002011-04-24T11:29:00.000+10:002011-04-24T11:29:52.000+10:00

Enough to throw together some food and eat it, watch tv, shower, sleep and be online doing nothing of any real significance. Other than that, my brain activity is minimal. There is an exam next Friday and I have yet to study.Yup. As usual. It's like I need to have that panicked sensation, to wait for the adrenals to pump out adrenaline before I can tackle studying. Or anything really. I only do

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-30189286957988877612011-04-10T13:38:00.000+10:002011-04-10T13:38:23.031+10:00

Or there abouts. I've probably have had many more declarations of new beginnings and resolutions that sometimes I wonder, what is the point of it all? Why bother with all the "I promise to stop eating take-aways" or "I will wash the dishes the minute I am done with them". Yet here we are. Again. I'm sitting at the dining table, looking at the mess around me and wishing I had the capabilities to

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-88895354576598586862011-04-01T19:55:00.000+11:002011-04-01T19:55:40.076+11:00

There was an elderly man in North Melbourne. I never knew his name. Only that he would be on the tram. Or walking along Errol St. Always with a blue beanie hat, a backpack and a worn jacket.  There were days where he seemed a little more hunched over. Walking slower. Some days he appeared lost in thought, other days quite jaunty. I never knew where he went. Where he came from. Only that he was

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-57823076086536295782011-03-14T00:36:00.002+11:002011-03-14T00:41:04.893+11:00

It's been a while. Work is actually going well, I'm enjoying the learning process though I am getting strange dreams like the ones we would have just before exams. You know, the one where you are staring blankly at the exam paper because you don't know any of the answers. I think that's an indicator of how concerned I am about  passing and doing well in Part One exams next year. Though now I

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-40740774450434169282011-01-07T19:01:00.000+11:002011-01-07T19:01:20.215+11:00

Some days ago, I was on my mobile phone, talking with my sister. I was in the office, packing up and getting ready to leave. I started looking around, beginning to worry because I couldn't find my phone. Because I was using it. And I'm supposed to be smart. Next week is my last week in this Hospital before I make the move to a much, much larger and much, much busier lab which entails much,

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-19260587908036259582010-12-20T18:34:00.000+11:002010-12-20T18:34:35.168+11:00

High in cholesterol that is. Went to have fasting-bloods done last week and there were two abnormalities: Cholesterol 5.7mmol/litre. The normal range is up to 5.5mmol/L. In someone like me, with a strong family history, it really should be lower than 5.5mmol/L. ESR 22mm/hour. The normal range for women under 50years of age is 3-9 mm/hour. Then again, ESR is so non-specific and at that slightly

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-43401663130269617812010-12-15T19:16:00.000+11:002010-12-15T19:16:54.321+11:00

For resolutions. Well-intentioned, gung-ho, optimistic and dare I say unrealistic resolutions. It's funny how the goals are the same year after year for the past 10 years - lose weight, be healthy, study more and ace exams, work smarter, be friendlier, be organised, be proactive, procrastinate less blah blah blah. It's quite telling that even after all this time, I'm still hung up on the same

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-32193958141396766752010-11-25T20:25:00.000+11:002010-11-25T20:25:24.300+11:00

Like that tv ad in Malaysia for an insect spray, when the flies drop to the gound with the sound of eee-tok, I feel like ee-tok-ing. Though I would make more like a crash-boom-bang sound. I've been coming into work at 7.30 a.m and leaving at 6.30/7 p.m for the past two weeks. Today, it's 8.15 p.m and I'm still here. I finished with the cut-up half an hour ago but I'm just too exhausted to move.

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-10720358099733262762010-11-15T19:22:00.000+11:002010-11-15T19:22:07.720+11:00

Christmas is Australia is like Hari Raya holidays in Malaysia - everything grinds to a halt. All the rich surgeons and physicians are going to jet off for extended Christmas vacations which is why they are frantically operating on as many patients as the can before the hospitals effectively cease elective surgery for the holidays. Which is why I am still here at 6.30 pm and why we ran out of

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-20894156626190817552010-10-17T18:18:00.001+11:002011-10-29T20:43:48.781+11:00

As usual, I was going through the online articles and comments on The Sydney Morning Herald when I came across this article. Reading the comments made my blood boil and never have I been so angry at all these Westerners. At these rich people with their welfare system, schools and opportunities. At their lives without war, extreme poverty, starvation and severe hardship. People who can blithely

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-51269870190341737602010-10-06T18:45:00.000+11:002010-10-06T18:45:20.406+11:00

Some people would start out with, oh I don't know, a sofa. A dining table. Or a bed. But not me. I got a tv. A beautiful Panasonic 32 inch LCD 50 Hz Viera with built-in HD tuner, full HD (ie 1080), USB and X2 HDMI connectivity as well as a Sony BluRay DVD player with HDMI cable and 5-year warranty on the tv for a grand total of AUD$ 1038. Muahahaha! I was grinning from ear to ear like a fool

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-63941583274529123262010-09-28T19:28:00.000+10:002010-09-28T19:28:24.021+10:00

Whenever I read articles like this, I always go for the comments because you are guaranteed an interesting and at times infuriating read. To address the article itself, I really don't care what a person wears to the beach as long as I am not getting crotch flashes. Heck, I haven't been to a beach in years so who am I to say. As long as you are having fun with family and friends, that should be

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-8494898990996868452010-09-26T23:58:00.000+10:002010-09-26T23:58:26.285+10:00

Called my new boss, well my new boss for next year, and you know what he says to me?   " I chose you because I think you can handle the work that you'll be inundated with here" Oi vey. It is an extremely large laboratory with twelve, that's right TWELVE, registrars for anatomical pathology. He was also happy that I "put in the hard yards" by going off to rural-land in my first year. Though I

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-20091972300043858372010-09-21T19:00:00.000+10:002010-09-21T19:00:59.839+10:00

Had a fantabulous week in Melbourne. It was not so great for my wallet but certainly good for the soul :) I have come back with grand plans. These plans can be neatly divided into 2 parts: Home & Living – I think I need to expand my current furnishing and furniture repertoire from one single sofa (rented), one foldable table (laptop size), one single bed (ensemble, rented) and several plastic

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Merely tyres in desperate need for air. Both my rear and front right wheels were ridiculously low in kPa especially the rear. The one with the metal bit in it. I have a feeling the metal pin thingy stuck in it has not actually punctured the rubber but is lodged in a groove. That would explain the sound I hear when driving with my windows down. A sound I have heard for a while now. I am

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-73013050709924556282010-09-03T01:37:00.000+10:002010-09-03T01:37:11.037+10:00

Next Friday I'll be on a plane heading to Melbourne - happy would be an understatement. It will take me one and a half hours to get to the airport by train and costs $35. A private shuttle bus or taxi costs, return trip, $220. That's almost as much as the plane tickets. The Sydney Airport terminal is actually quite confusing and I was disorientated the first time I went there. I do like to think

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-40148693328769720632010-08-17T22:49:00.002+10:002010-08-17T23:01:29.286+10:00

Well, not going back to Melbourne for 2011. The hospitals there have said no so I'll be casting my lot with the New South Wale-ians. Was I disappointed? Yes. A bawling, heaving, snot dripping yes. I went numb when I saw the emails, manage to have a coherent conversation with my baby sister but as soon as I got back to a dark, empty apartment in a colossal mess with boxes still unpacked four weeks

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-88662892781124848932010-08-03T19:06:00.000+10:002010-08-03T19:06:10.876+10:00

Today I had witnessed my first autopsy. I consider it a success because I did not faint. Huzzah! In all seriousness, it is very odd to see another human being in that state. The state of death - so vulnerable yet you know it is merely an empty shell, the soul hopefully in a better place. I was not completely freaked out. I imagine if I had never seen a dead person before, then this would have

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-33521442274895584202010-08-02T00:22:00.000+10:002010-08-02T00:22:02.346+10:00

Went overboard with the food and now I feel sick. On the other hand I do have enough left-overs to last two days at least. I don't think I want to see pasta ever again. Especially not the creamy store-bought kind. Oi vey. Also, after two caffeine-free days, I am having withdrawal symptoms. Specifically, my head is pounding crazily and I feel cranky as hell. And all I have is a cup a day! This is

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-74962089131730363142010-07-30T17:39:00.000+10:002010-07-30T17:39:38.941+10:00

My mood has improved - I can equate the 'depressed' state earlier in the week to the menstrual cycle. A quick google search has revealed that I am not the only one who gets the blues during their periods. I have noticed this for years and can almost always tell when the 'tanah tumpah darahku' moment is going to happen. Yes, I have misappropriated the Malaysian national song. Typically in the days

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And here I thought I could just apply, put in all the paperwork, sit back and wait. But no, I have to 'network'. The very idea fills me with bleargh-ness and I have to work against every screaming cell in my brain to motivate myself to do what is necessary. Why can't job hunting be a democratic process? Why must I expose my biggest flaw - my inability to sell myself, to speak to people - to the

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-79221475140123074852010-07-17T14:35:00.000+10:002010-07-17T14:35:51.072+10:00

The past 96 hours has been the most tiring. And I only have myself to blame for that. I had grand plans of getting everything packed, house cleaned and set to go by last weekend. Of course, the master procrastinator that I am, it was all left to the last minute. I had four-hour sleep for two days in a row, only cleaned the kitchen and fridge yesterday (on the day I moved) and left Orange so late

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-43334659967386331782010-07-12T00:22:00.000+10:002010-07-12T00:22:50.299+10:00

So I thought, what's wrong with a mid-year resolution? Whoever said that making lists of goals and aims to achieve (or not) has to be on the New Year? Here's my list: 1) Lose weight I should start by purchasing a weighing machine. Today, I went to Myers and the changing rooms had those mirrors that allow you to see your back(side) and lateral views, essentially all three dimensions. And what a

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-85114548186592986942010-07-05T02:59:00.000+10:002010-07-05T02:59:56.243+10:00

Oh yah, it's late but before I go off to la-la-land, a few things to get off the chest: 1) Saw Toy Story 3 and loved it - not as great at Wall-E but a lovely end to the Pixar story that started it all 2) I think I'm going to make some mid-year resolutions. 3) A new round of job applications begins AGAIN! That's why I am up so late as I lodge my application for the AP Reg 2011 position at St V.

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What it feels like to have a boyfriend. Or is the PC term 'partner' these days? Non-gender specific to include those who would have girlfriends instead of boyfriends or maybe even both. I digress. I am 26 and a half and very thoroughly single. Very thoroughly single. I have never known life to be any other way that to be partner-less. I used to think I did not care for all this 'matter of the

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-28180490931021321562010-06-22T18:35:00.000+10:002010-06-22T18:35:03.344+10:00

I had held out longer - maybe I would have gotten a nicer apartment?Right?Haih. Either way, I will be spending the next 6 months living on the third level of a block of apartments scarily identical to the old 70' blocks in North Melbourne. Down to the weird, flaky ceiling. The car park looks like a dungeon with the drip-drip-drip of water, dark corners and flickering flourescent lights. The

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-32688334649302383772010-06-03T22:25:00.000+10:002010-06-03T22:25:47.253+10:00

Gee, I am embarrassed. Last post was, hmm, lets see - only over a month ago! In all  honesty, I hadn't been posting because I had nothing to post about. My days were something like this: Wake up 20 minutes to 0900 (which is when I have to be at work) Work Lunch Work Home by 1830 or 1900 depending on work load or if emergency grocery shopping is required. Cook Eat dinner whilst either (a)

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As in - haven't died yet-lah. This is a brief post to say, well, I haven't died just maddeningly busy at work and who knew maintaining your own place can be so time consuming. Also I drowned my weekends in books, books and more books. I cannot wait for the third installation to Stieg Larsson's (hope I got that right) Millennium trilogy to arrive from The Book Depository. So once I get Lisbeth

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-3300865918040646852010-04-04T23:21:00.000+10:002010-04-04T23:21:43.321+10:00

Don't have a phone line, no broadband. I'm sticking with the prepaid wireless because it's hassle-free. Why pay for a phone line only to move again - the next tenants would be the ones to benefit from it. Me, not so much. I think. It's the Easter holidays now and it's day three of a four-day weekend. But of course, my luck being my luck, the lights are all kaput. Not the power outlets meaning the

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-88252450811184273722010-03-31T02:52:00.000+11:002010-03-31T02:52:21.238+11:00

I'm having a headache. Should I: a) Get a landline? I called Telstra today thinking it would be a simple matter of connecting a phone line - but as it turns out, they need to send a technician to check if the line is still working because it has been disconnected since 2005. That costs extra. I don't know if it's worth the $125 and hassle of having waiting around for the technician to rock up.

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 .. Promise! I haven't moved out yet. Ya, still in the hostel because of several reasons: 1. The heating is only being installed tomorrow. And cold showers here are just that - COLD. 2. I'm so lazy! Well, I have a good reason for being completely uninterested in moving. I finish at 7.30 p.m (7 if I am really lucky) and the minute I get back to the room, I have no energy to do anything else. I

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-42940501811113663522010-03-20T22:47:00.001+11:002010-03-20T22:56:59.961+11:00

Well, almost. Had my first injury in the new house to day! Yippee! It started with a box. A box wrapped in cellophane and containing the TableMate II that I had just purchased. Now, imagine me with that box and a knife in one hand. Imagine as I attempt to slice through one edge in hope of breaking the grip of the cellophane tape. But instead of the knife slicing the tape, it slices my thumb. My

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-83240624121297188032010-03-17T01:37:00.000+11:002010-03-17T01:37:27.775+11:00

Got the unit. Now all I need are: 1. Electricity 2.Gas 3. Bed & Lounge 4. Electrical appliances ie. microwave, ?rice cooker 5. Vacuum cleaner 6. Did I mention Gas & Electricity? Everyone keeps warning me about break-ins - is it just this town or is this a general occurance?  Even the lady at the bank said I should consider home contents insurance, though she is most likely trying to peddle the

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-73395608213453960572010-03-13T23:31:00.000+11:002010-03-13T23:31:49.731+11:00

I want to prance around and dance! Just bounce and throw my hands up and head-slam. Is that what it's called? Head-slam? It's all this nervous energy that has no where to go. Cooked together a playlist of songs but with no space to let loose, I am left with leg bouncing. No fun at all :( Today is just one one of days where I truly, truly love my headphones (Sony MDR XD200 if you are asking)

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-18101396870581893422010-03-12T23:10:00.000+11:002010-03-12T23:10:40.797+11:00

Found this site. Probably the last person with an internet connection to find this site, but hey. Found this site. And now this video. Presidential Reunion: Bush Sr. vs. Bush Jr. from Will Ferrell Today was my ADO: accrued day off. What I did was wake up at 3 p.m, shower, took a nap (!), watched Spaceballs and now I am here. What a way to waste a day. But it's not as if I have anything to do

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-54310566574417661532010-03-09T23:52:00.000+11:002010-03-09T23:52:36.308+11:00

First female director to win an Academy Award. Imagine that. For the first time in a long time (perhaps even the first time ever), I did not watch the Oscars. A great tradition, lost, because a) I am at workb) I have no access to the tv.  Am I disappointed? Hell yes especially since Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin were co-hosting and this Oscar show turned out to be the most watched in 5 years.

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That's what I've learnt. They wet the floor and leave a little stream of urine. This level of the hostel is over-run by boys. I think I am the only female living here long term. The other girls are on the level above. And clearly some of the newcomers thought this was an all-male domain when they are traipsing along the corridor in their undies. At least until they saw me come back from work

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-45386146719216798632010-03-03T00:10:00.000+11:002010-03-03T00:10:05.940+11:00

I don't think I am in a good place.  I am scared this is how it will be. I used to think it didn't matter - that having a stable job, a stable income was all I needed. I don't know how to do anything else. I don't how to be anything else. When you find yourself wondering who the ask to be a personal reference for rental application - and finding yourself with a one-name list, it is incredibly

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-84926277939444608272010-02-16T01:22:00.000+11:002010-02-16T01:22:10.220+11:00

Here is how I celebrated the Chinese New Year. Woke up at noon and read a book Ate Domino's pizza - chicken and feta, actually rather yummy, and the easily addictive chocolate lava cake. Spend all my 2 GB of internet data in a day. Painfully shocking - I now have reloaded with 5 gigs. Watched 'The Breakfast Club' dvd Bathed and slept. Meanwhile it rained cats and dogs here causing road closures

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-46930707846998850742010-02-06T21:55:00.000+11:002010-02-06T21:55:41.897+11:00

I feel gigantic. Not tall, gigantic. But wide, gigantic. In all seriousness, I have put on so much weight this year because of: 1) All those lunches during the Respiratory rotation. Yes, we needed sustenance but perhaps I went a little too far.  2) The car. I'm putting all the blame on the car. I wasn't walking anywhere - the car. My buttons are about to pop. The seams are straining

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-32817007887287899172010-01-21T23:09:00.000+11:002010-01-21T23:09:19.306+11:00

Will be leaving in the early hours of Saturday a.m - a 10-hour drive to a country town in NSW. This will be the first time I am truly on my own. Pathetic, I know, but none-the-less I feel ... numb. I think it's a protective mechanism to prevent me from feeling the full extent of my anxiety and fears and sadness. Being away from family and my bestest (and only friend here in Melbourne) friend,

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-81065311907141927142009-12-23T20:23:00.002+11:002009-12-23T21:39:59.197+11:00

So I've just finished reading an incredibly fascinating book: The Family That Couldn't Sleep by D.T. Max. A potent mix of sick sheep, egoistic paedophilic scientist and death by sleeplessness. It starts with a story about a family in Italy with a deadly and distressing family secret where individuals die a painful death with hallucinations, no sleep and a downward spiral into apparent madness.

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-9165073236388197282009-12-11T16:31:00.001+11:002009-12-11T16:42:52.641+11:00

I'm a lump of clay deep fried in s**t. There are many things wrong with me, but one in particular is bugging me big time: follow-through. Rather, lack of follow through. I have approached the supervisor twice about getting leave but so far have recieved very non-comittal answers. You could say I've received no answer. And what do I do? I sit and twiddle my thumbs. Okay, to be fair it's not

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-89779857842211897282009-11-30T14:47:00.002+11:002009-11-30T15:36:55.092+11:00

By watching vids. And these are my current obsession - talent show performers:1) Brilliant voice and stunning eyes - for the lack of a better description, he's hot!2) I would buy his CD - fantastic voice and I love this song3)She's got that lovely, rich voice and energy - wish I could sing like that4) He is so good looking, it's not fair. And all the ladies were going mental!5) She's hot! And how

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-46994924156210296582009-11-03T23:43:00.003+11:002009-11-04T01:01:54.440+11:00

I was very close to smacking a patient on Monday.There. I've said it.Yes, medical staff do often wish they could smack their patients. Or maybe it's only me.On that note, I thought I'd relay a few interesting patient encounters I've had. There won't be any identifying factors, certain individuals involved would probably never realise how close they were to experiencing first hand my rather rusty

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-29516941423931165922009-10-31T01:43:00.003+11:002009-10-31T02:00:49.741+11:00

Not that there is anything wrong with that. Turning thirty.Q1: Am I any wiser?A1: NoQ2: Am I any more responsible?A2: NoQ2: Am I any more motivated?A2: NoIn other words, being older does not bring wisdom et cetera, et cetera. I still feel like a child - not helped surely by the fact that I still live with my parents. I occasionally, okay more than occasionally, behave like a petulant teen instead

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-79344451751466780182009-10-14T23:37:00.002+11:002009-10-14T23:50:42.061+11:00

He walked down a busy streetStaring solely at his feetClutching pictures of past lovers at his sideStood at the table where she satAnd removed his hatIn respect of her presencePresents her with the pictures and saysThese are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you.These are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met youOpened up his little heartUnlocked the lock that kept it darkAnd

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-60203766100037157672009-10-08T00:53:00.002+11:002009-10-08T01:24:42.173+11:00

I have lost 5 hours of my life. Defeated, I feel defeated. Priorities woman! God.Guess what I was doing?I spent 5 hours burning CDs onto my laptop, trying to create a playlist of songs to be played on the ward or at the very least a driving-playlist. This on iTunes. So I spend hours, then discover the first of two errors:1. All songs were imported as the AAC format, NOT mp3 because I did not

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-71718456640352245842009-10-01T21:38:00.003+10:002011-03-14T00:42:48.411+11:00

At the moment, I'm interning with the respiratory unit. It's quite a busy unit, dealing with pneumonias, embolisms, COPDs et cetera. Among the patients, there would be those with sleep disorders requiring CPAP. Then there is me: the yawning, bleary eyed intern. The height of my zombiefied state was reached last week. We had just finished the consultant ward round, it was a Friday mid afternoon,

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-85399481590979730672009-09-27T04:25:00.002+10:002009-09-27T05:03:44.357+10:00

It's late. Very late.I should be sleeping. Why am I not sleeping?!The past week has been weird in that I slept on the couch. Yup, the lumpy-dumpy couch that caused my sister to cry. Because:1) I did not shower after coming home from work2) My bed suckThe not showering part is very yucky, I know. Especially when my workplace is a hospital. Germ infested, grime covered place with disgusting people.

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-54944971054029106152009-09-13T23:15:00.006+10:002009-09-14T00:10:25.969+10:00

I'm feeling a little high-strung, a little nervous, on the crest of a sugar-high.On the 9th of September, I essentially had a job offer - a trainee position for anatomical pathology. At the time they could not really tell me where. Two days later, the caller tells me: 6 months at Napean Hospital, 6 months at Orange Hospital. Of course, I Google Map the places.View Where I'll Be in a larger

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My childhood was defined by a few musicians. Michael Jackson, Tina Turner, U2 to name a few. Most enduring memories include a tape in the old player, mum cooking and singing along. And Tracy Chapman was in one of those tapes. The gloriously brilliant Tracy Chapman.You got a fast car I want a ticket to anywhere Maybe we make a deal Maybe together we can get somewhere Anyplace is better Starting

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-18843986936151390352009-08-24T22:36:00.002+10:002009-08-24T23:07:40.632+10:00

Perhaps it's indicative of the work load that is the General Surgical unit that that the last post was mid-July.Today was day one of my new rotation. Everytime I start a new term, I get that nervous flutter. Skimming the edges of a panic attack. On top of that, I'm rostered to cover for gen med. Goodness gracious me!It's weird though. After being on such a large team with two other interns, being

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-1177886050897529202009-07-19T01:33:00.004+10:002009-07-19T01:49:02.538+10:00

Which of the following best describes me. Is it:a) Dysthymic Disorder - Wikipedia / Emedicineb) Major Depressive Disorder - Wikipedia / Emedicinec) Avoidant Personality Disorder - Wikipedia / Emedicineord) All of the aboveWell, it can't really be all of the above because technically you can't be diagnosed as having Dysthymia if you have ongoing Major Depression. Right? Psychiatry is confusing.

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-77061456874077725952009-06-29T22:13:00.006+10:002009-07-14T11:44:31.712+10:00

Is it just me or are the movies becoming more and more disappointing? Are the new releases progressively insipid - or am I making bad movie choices? Either way, my money has gone down the drain, made worse by the fact that I now see movies on weekends. That's AUD$ 17 plus $1.oo online booking fee. I cannot bring myself to watch movies online. Why would you wait for ages to have a film downloaded,

Jasveenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04644699944860361868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29578219.post-24527214141025387512009-06-25T21:36:00.003+10:002009-06-25T21:55:22.507+10:00

As the heading says, I'm currently distractable. By Alison Dubois. So very quickly, I just want to say:I really, really like In Bruges. Comedy and tragedy.I found Year One to be a weak movie with fleeting good moments.The Proposal just made me like Ryan Reynolds a lot more. So cute!That's why I rented Blade Trinity - Ryan!Holy mother!

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You know that gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach? The mild nausea, the sense of impending doom? I'm having all that big time.Tomorrow I start a new rotation - surgery. And lets be honest here, I'm not a fan of this line of work. So I'm nervous. Very, very nervous.Perhaps I should aim higher, but in the end, I just want to survive. Get through it, over and done with.What does not help is

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I want to be Scandinavian. Never mind if it's in Sweden or Denmark or Iceland. I want their sense of style and their insanely cool stuff. Imagine, something as simple as a bicycle helmet and only the Scandinavians can make it fashionable. Think Wegner and his chairs. I'm so jealous!You know, I ought to be getting ready for work. But the small piles of tissues scattered on the table are telling me

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Etsy nuts. I cannot not browse the shops of etsy every time I go online. It is an addiction that has cost me money. Oooh, but it was worth it! Two bags, people! TWO BAGS. I'm so happy, I'm delirious. It is amazing to find so many talented individuals who make stuff, beautiful one-of-a-kind stuff that you can't help but feel a little extra excited about. It's partly because you know you have

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Part of me don't want to write this post. Besides, do people 'write' post or do they 'type'? Either way, I'm scared I may offend or get into trouble with the post - so I'll have to be as vague as possible.Yesterday, last night, I think I just lost the plot. The sense of defeat was whole and complete. It has been a long time since I felt such despair and it scared me. The feeling of wanting to

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Has it been a month? Jeez, that's a while. It's not as if I'm filling my time with 'exciting' ventures - it's just me, the tv and chocolates. Heaps of chocolates. I think I'm trying to boost my endorphins and serotonin without filling the coffers of pharmaceutical companies. Instead my cash goes to Arnotts, Cadbury and Sara Lee. The movie scene hasn't been particularly inspiring and dvd rentals

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Cover shift sucks balls. Great, hairy ones. Apologies for the crudity - I need to vent. Steam is pouring out my ears and I shall soon resemble a dragon. A greasy, disheveled dragon but a dragon none the less. Yes, my shift was two whole days ago. Yes, it was my first ever cover shift. Yes, I worked 13 hours straight with no food and water. And the nurse dared to to inform me that a patient hadn't

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I am still young, am I not? Is it normal for a relatively young person to feel bitter, tired and ... old?Often I think I'm not suited for this job. I can't handle this responsibility. Then again, what sort of responsibilities am I able, willing, to take on? Every position has its set of demands. Can't keep trying to run from them forever. It's weird: the only ambition I have (if you can call it '

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On the 29th of February, my mum and I went up in a hot air balloon. Rathyana, the poor thing, was unwell and feeling nauseous - not something you'd want to deal with in a small basket meters up in the air. So it was just the two of us waking up at 4.30 a.m, being driven to the Royal Botanic Gardens an hour later then transported by mini-bus to the launch site. It must have been interesting sight,

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What I meant to say yesterday, was that I'm like a sack of potatoes - not a potato sack. Well, maybe a potato sack but filled with lumpy, dumpy potatoes. All this is imply to reiterate the point that I'm fat. Don't try to be all, oh! but you're not that fat, because the fact is I carry more adipose tissue around my waist than Giselle Bunchan and Miranda Kerr's combined total fat cells.So it's

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Zippidee-doo-dah. Going mental, people! Going mental! Haven't posted in a while, many apologies but work just saps what little energy I have left. I've put on weight, you know. Buttons are popping, zippers unzipping, seams buckling. Such a sad state of affairs. This is what happens when you get a car. Serious adipose accumulation. Couple the car with my maladjusted methods of self-comforting with

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Just about one week left of my annual two-week leave. This is disappointing. Not to say the last week hasn't been productive - to a certain degree. I'm forever amazed by my ability to do absolutely nothing. N-O-T-H-I-N-G. Unless you count eating, sleeping and showering as something, then yes I did do something.We have only just registered with a new dvd rental place on Thursday and borrowed The

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While on the bus ride home, a little girl walks purposefully up the aisle, looking left and right while dragging her mother and says,There are no seat-belts, Mummy.How cute is that?!Just wanted to share.Also, I had completely forgotten to blog about a recent NGV visit I took with my sister. As part of her assignment, we went to see the Andreas Gursky exhibition. Initially we wandered around,

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This has been the longest 3 weeks of my life - and the last 3 days of 43 degree Celcius temperatures has not helped AT ALL. Today the mercury hit 44.5 or thereabouts. Luckily I was indoors at work. Or unluckily, depends on how you see it.Several things have happened since the last post. For starters, I've got the car. It's a cute little fella and quite responsive, but it does take some getting

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I have resorted to typing from the hospital computer, after work, because:a) There is no internet in the new placeb) God knows in which box the modem lies awaitc) Sadly, there is a possiblity there isn't even a phone/internet line yet Work is, well, work. You can't arbitrarily decide you don't want to go today. You can't go hide in some corner for an hour. You have no lunch breaks. Your feet

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