oh... loookie what pete has in his hand... the ticket to carol's happiness....
mr legend did make us wait a wee while... 
let it be known, from this day forth, that carol's love for the legend knows no bounds... 
this can be attributed to the following reasons...
mmmm... carol loves a man who can dance.
- coming home smelling of weed (don't worry mom, didn't touch the stuff!)
- coming home at 330 am in the morning absolutely shattered and having to be up in 4 hours
- coming home at 2am the next night even more shattered
- having to do the same tonight
- seeing drunk medics immersed in debauchery
- having to look after drunk friends with lowered *ahem* inhibitions
On being a Christian medic:
There is the risk of being prideful and elitist, but there is also the milieu of being surrounded by complete idiots, incompetency, inefficiency and utter oblivious-scatter-brained-pod-scum-of-bottomdweller-scum-phytoplankton-scum people...... GRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrr...
beware the contempt of a very organised medical student.
meanwhile, carol is in need of the banter of another very-busy-person who can understand the frustration, isolation and support that is needed by a miserable very-busy-person.
indeed, misery loves company.
on a less miserable note,
i love amalgamating with a certain eponymous character (oh, i love how this is so apt!) and a certain other southpark-ish character... meetings most oft take place at night, most oft banter-full and absolutely wonderful. :)
once your needs are fulfilled, u realise that u can be back to normal again...
gartmore.
"Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life."
- Proverbs 13:12
the national scottish cmf conference at gartmore was amazing. of note was:
sooo... since coming back from london, i've had a renewed obsession with goth ways...
now, if only i had the time to dress goth. but... i guess if i had the privilege, i'd also ask for the time to do more important things, like... have a decent social life... read and reply letters and emails, sort out the bills, etc etc....
alas, i am condemned to the futility of the musings of the workaholic...
"We are condemned to futile efforts, and our happiest moments are those in which our consciousness deludes itself with the dream that its constructions are perceptible and meaningful to others"-- Beckett
today i watched in silence as a star fell from the sky, as a leaf fell from the tree...as it gave up its life and descended. today i watched, helpless, not knowing the words to say, as a soul cried, as a boy died, as the world swept by, not giving a care or even a nod as a life was lost. today, i watched as Beauty faded away, as Life lost meaning, as Man failed. today, i watched, as a stranger to this sadness, i watched and i didn't know what to say to them, because they could never understand... today i watched as i was helpless, my words powerless in the face of humans and their way of knowing that they know best... today, i watched, helpless, and so very sad. joy... is not the absence of pain, but the presence of God.
the combined effect of Medicine and Immunity in Health and Disease has the corollary of robbing me of my conversational skills, my vocabulary and my creativity. the limits of the human mind in terms of delving into different subjects is evident of late. spreading out = lack of depth = a jack of all traits and a master of none. but hyperfocusing (the direction i seem to be headed) has left me with little to say about other aspects of Life. (which contributes to the paucity of blog entries of late)
of note was the case study of the one time i deviated from my usual west end / city centre hangouts and ventured into the wild realms of greater glasgow... that day just utterly threw me off.. i was struck, so much by the randomness of the place, the novelty of taking a public bus in the middle of the night, the thickness of the working class accent, the sight of the teenage mum pushing her child in a pram, the druggie stumbling along the path, a dwelling that was not a student flat! my goodness... i balked at my naivete! i was never so dissociated that i actually FORGOT what the rest of the world was like.. damnnit, i need a holiday.... and non-medic friends, and time to relax and see the big picture, to listen, to speak less, to refresh my eyes... i hate going round in circles..
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anyhow, halloween and trick or treating was great fun like... cheap wine + non-medics + heavy metal music + crazy costumes = a merry, merry night.
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a tribute:
kenneth and xiaoling-
the lovely people who delivered the doughy goodness of a krispy kreme all the way from london to me. i'm sorry, i know i was meant to take a photo of it before eating it...
ivanna-
the lovely lady who turns 21 today!
so despite the fact that i should be blogging about more ecclesiastical things, the little devil in me still can't forget the rapture of the sweet sweet conversation i had with my medicine men last thursday evening.
alas, it is true, as pointed out by my dear flatmate, Amy, that there are only so few 'cool' people in medicine. and i am soo utterly grateful to God for dropping these lovely men in my lap... for those of you who know my comings and goings in my wee university life, u know the two men of whom i speak of...
so anyway, it was such a respite from the new people and faces i meet in my new course.. the loveliness of familiarity, of unforgiving bitchiness unrestrained by the antiquated social-norms demanded by the sense of propriety required when meeting new people. so the merry three of us were reunited in the SL (study landscape) on that merry thursday evening, our insides acheing from all the giggling and laughing and utter taking the piss... oh my life in medicine is made so much merrier with these men...
also of note was my very stress-relieving time spent last night, post-Confident Christianity weekend, ensconced in the newly created niche that is my digital-tv-equipped kitchen, watching America's Next Top Model season 6 with Amy and being totally..... blase.
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on watching angelina jolie drop the last piece of the puzzle on a biplegic denzel washington and attempting to pick it up with a pair of tweezers in 'The Bone Collector'...
richard: do u know you can still get an erection if you have spinal injury? you just have to stroke the feet.
issaam: yeah, but doesn't that cause the urge to defaecate as well? kinda loses the mood, u know?
richard: yeah, but some people like that.
you know that feeling that you need to jump out of your skin? when there's an inner something in you that needs to get out and needs to get out? i'm feeling like that right now. when i'm surrounded by all the things money can buy, all the friends and banter a university student in the uk can have, when work's piling up beyond what i can manage and deadlines are looming in the near and present future - when i've got ALL THE THINGS IN THE WORLD TO DO... i feel like there's not one of them that i feel like doing. that's how i'm feeling right now.
but what do you do when you want to burst, but there's noone lurking around to mop up all the pieces and sew you back together? absolutely nothing. you keep it in, you wrap yourself up with another layer of woolly fleece, you sip up your peppermint tea and study the autumn away.
but all the trees will clap their hands...
| Monday 9/10 | |||
| 0900-1000 | 0900-1015 IHD Lecture (403) - Intro to Chemokines - G. Graham | ||
| 1000-1100 | |||
| 1100-1200 | 1100-1215 IHD Lecture (403) -Neutrophils, Mononuclear Phagocytes - JAG | ||
| 1200-1300 | |||
| 1400-1500 | 2-5 FRS (403) - Nature of Immunity & Immunopathology - M. Thomas | ||
| 1500-1600 | |||
| 1600-1700 | |||
| 1700-1800 | 5-? Immunology students social | 545-700 CMF meeting (Rob's flat) | |
| 1800-1900 | 630-10 girl's bible study (Gill's flat) | ||
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