Hana

This was a real chilly morning, and I really begged to skip today's morning round simply owing to my make-believe stomachache or something else, then spending the rest of the day in my warm comfy bed.

This was not true, certainly, and of course I ended up attending the unfruitful round on time. That wasn't too bad after all, until I was totally at sea with those unlearnt scorings and fascinating buzzwords. It's also more than intriguing to quietly observe how a senior doctor resembled the famous Professor Ochanomizu in "Astro Boy".

You should know whom I'm referring if you were there.

On the way back to the dorm, I hummed a short tune of "Hana" by Atari Kousuke (中孝介). I had no idea why I picked this song on any purpose. I would say this was due to the frigid weather perhaps, and a song by an Amami singer could warm up myself a bit - at least mentally meanwhile.

What I really want

Too bad I've lost something I'm yearning to have, but on a second thought, I suddenly realise I might be the right person to have it. I'm too lazy to add a cover for the songs, too lazy to catergorise them in genres, too lazy to fill in the names of the singers and the lyricists...

Perhaps it's just sour grapes, but at some points I think I won't be a good user of an iPod Touch.

Smile

"Smile though your heart is aching

Smile even though its breaking

When there are clouds in the sky

You'll get by

If you smile through your fear and sorrow

Smile and maybe tomorrow

You'll see the sun come shining through for you"

"Smile" by Nat King Cole

All of the blue I've discovered the unseen happiness of my favourite teacher. In the picture he was hugging his daughter with immense joy and satisfaction. How sweet.

Okay, I know I'm a stalker.

A sudden honesty

There're few occasions I've encountered some kind of sudden honesty which hardly can I forget, and I had one for today. The lesson is that everyone has his or her hidden problems; someone that you envy badly might himself or herself is in great jeopardy.

Em.

Quit envying. I really yearn to.

Grab rice from a beggar's bowl

This is the most hilarious thing of the year I've ever heard of.

Rumour has it that a special tutorial for the few Med 6 was held by a doctor on a commonplace Satuday. This was nothing near to outrageous until I knew three of my dear colleagues went to gate-crash the teaching.

Not having the slightest idea how they knew the existence of the bedside lesson, I was overwhelmingly shocked by their sheer impudence and thoughtlessness. Come on, I don't believe they were deprived of sufficient learning opportunities throughout the weekdays for goodness' sake. How come they had the guts to join the lesson without a decent invitation? Have they ever considered their intrusive behaviours did create hard feelings to their fellow colleagues? Oh god, what they were doing was no different from grabbing rice from a beggar's bowl to eat ﹝係乞兒兜拿飯食﹞. Eww.

And the story did not end right here, unfortunately.

On the first weekday after that Saturday, an em-ass, who was a groupmate of one of the gate-crasher trio, kept making grudging remarks towards her co-worker. "How dare he did not tell me there's an extra lesson?" she complained. "He should inform me earlier for the sake I recommended so many bedside teachings to him!"

Fair trade, huh?

Gossips in earth

While the heaven is explicitly discussing about the recent notorious email from the earth, gossips with regards to the divinities have never ceased on the ground. Yes, ad nauseaum. I guess it's more or less the tenth time I was approached with the question "are you sure that EN is going to re-marry?"

Sometimes I really want to have "Who cares?" as the answer.

A very good example in Sandra Bullock's "The Proposal" has reminded us like the Apocalypse: rumours these days don't really go around like plague - they go like sms's, emails and window messenger. I could not believe how fast they could spread, until one day I had a witty conversation with PL the other day I was described as "rubbing him in with disgrace".

Oh shoot.

It's comprehensible; many emasses lead a freaking boring life sadly.