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[Spiced Up The Bowl on Thursday, January 3, 2008 @ 7:26 PM]

School started already and its pass 3 days history since last post. Anyway, I've been outta blog lately and so here am I posting.
School started on 2 of Dec. What a day to remember. Wednesday, Comms Skill Lessons. And I was friggin late for lesson because of the damn long wait for bus. But all was worth it because she was there. Yes, my bus-stop goddess. She was with me all the time. Just beside me. Must have been the happiest day ever since I met her. We don't have contact though. 3/4 of the journey, we were squeezed like packed sardines in a can on the friggin bus 45. SBS should really make all the bus double deckers. Anyway, she looked great that day. She's not a chio bu that bin would grade 7.5-8 anyway. She's just 5.5 - 6.5 . =D

But yet again, some things are best left untouched and unknown. I never really took all the chances I met her to take her number and blah blah. I dunno why too. Its either I dun wanna spoil that special feeling or Im just too friggin scared to take the initiative. She seems like the kind who would give me one tight slap I were to make any movements and ideas on her. =/

And so, I reached school. Happy with the image of her swirling in my mind for the whole of comms skills lesson. Didn't really pay attention to what the new lecturer was on about. Anyway, comms skills is just another talk cock lesson. Agreed?

That day ended with pool session with the usual. Won exceptionally lot that day. Check out the power of infatuation. =D

And well, today. Probably one of the most boring days of my week. What's more interesting is that today's Cost Accounting lessons were cancelled. And so, after that stupid 9 - 10 e-learning lesson, I had break for god knows how long. Good thing I brought my screwed-up laptop along. Could do the CA project and friggin chionged to 98% done.

2010 was crap lesson. With copy of notes and easy lab sessions, what can be more easier then to sit inside a cold room with a boring bald head yakking on and on about the things we should understand that he is making us not. Thought I go home alone and asked Bubu whether she was going home. She didn't want to skip her next lesson. I had lunch with zx and left school of home. On the way, saw Bubu. She decided not to go lesson and accompany me to AMK hub for our regular grocery shopping, how sweet. Anyway, I met niece min and her good friend. Was it twinny or twiggy? Can't remember. Chatted awhile and she went off shopping with her friend. The both of us shopped around and saw Mark Lee and that Su Zhi Cheng hosting the 《物物大交换》show. Went home shortly after and had high tea.

And I told everyone I wasn't reading. People who know me well don't even know I read alot and alot and alot. I bought this book that Saturday I nearly fainted. Its entitled "Why Do Men Have Nipples?" by Mark Leyner and Bily Goldberg, M.D. Its rated as bestseller in New York Times and I really must say its worth my money. Its not science fiction nor fiction nor your daily "go to sleep fairy-tale". Its a book where it has all the knowledge you would like to know but normally would not ask in normal situations. The questions they compiled are seriously like what they say, people would ask only after thier third Martini. Its more to a medical book actually, compilation of some of the most funniest and embarssing questions people won't ask thier doctors.

Here's an extract of their story-telling. ("Why Do Men Have Nipples?" Preface Page 21-22)

*As I made rounds with Leyner at my side, the first new patient to arrive was an "EDP". This is the term that we used for emotionally disturb patient. He was wildly agitated and a dozen burly New York CityEMS personnel and cops were barely able to keep him restrained on a stretcher. Mark and I hurried over to see him wide-eyed and ranting psychotically. He was screaming in Spanish and English, "I am Superman, mother****er. Get me Jimmy Olsen. I am faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive." I stepped up to the bed with the goal of getting an IV and calming Superman down. He screamed again, "I am Superman, goddamnit, your medications won't work on me." Leyner, who have been coolly observing yhe scene with clinical detachment, popped some Skittles in his mouth and made a stunningly unorthodox suggestion. "Give him Kryptonite."*

Of course this book is not all story telling, it has questions and answers inside. Questions like "Can you get high from licking a toad?" and "What are goosebumps?"

Before I end this lond-winded post. Here's a picture of the book. And Im off to buy the second book by these genius duo. =D


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