Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Thank you Kiankiat for your tag. You are indeed one of my most beloved seniors. Its gratifying to know that you peeps enjoy my crappy entries. They are usually written out of sheer boredom. In case anyone should forget, I'm holidaying for a whole year already.

Anyway now that you guys say that I do write amusing entries, its kinda stress because if you ask me to blog about anything amusing right now, my mind registers a blank space. All i can think of is my comment to angie about how sagging breasts of old ladies, those that sag to their bellies are more disgusting than my ONCE ingrown toe nail, which is why we need to get breast lifts when we grow old.

If you are wondering how I know they sag to their bellies or you think I'm exaggerating, which i'm not, I know because I have seen them during my short stint as ECG operator. They sag till its like 2 flaps of wrinkled skin, in which if you try to lift them up to paste leads on them, there's actually perspiration trapped between the gaps of skin. Its THAT saggy. So girls, pls save money for breast lifting.

Ooh since we are on the topic, let me tell you peeps about my ingrown toenail. I know its disgusting and ironic to have a ingrown toenail, especially since i'm a to-be-podiatrist. In case you people still dunno what's a podiatrist, here's the exact jobscope, copied from CGH's website.

A Podiatrist is a healthcare professional who deals with the prevention, diagnosis, treatment and rehabilitation of medical and surgical conditions of the feet and lower limbs. You will be part of a multi-disciplinary team of professionals involved in a wide range of challenging tasks(clears throat in a self importantly manner), such as:

1)prescribing, designing and producing orthotic devices,
2)performing minor surgery, and
3)applying biomechanical principles to analyse and modify stresses that may affect the lower limb and foot.

Ok back to my toenail, it started to grow in because i wear too much wedges and heels. And I hit my toe at least five times when I go swimming, which is prolly why the nail was squeezed in. I din really realise how serious it was until I took a close look at it one day. I told Kailin that its embarassing that a to-be-podiatrist can get ingrown toe nail and she consoles me by telling me doctors also have piles, so its really ok. And she emphasizes the fact that people who have ingrown toenails are not disgusting, certain peeps *cough angie cough*, please do take note 7 out of 10 people have ingrowns.

I tried to do self surgery but it din work out. My last resort was to go to my mother who's really good in doing ingrown toenail cutting. She can even cut her nail when she was heavily pregnant with me. Imagine squashing the big stomach and bending over to cut them. It's no mean feat. Anyway, she grabbed my feet and snipped her way through wadever. I screamed like a banshee. Tears were just forced out due to sheer pain. My mum's good. I was cured after 5minutes. I can wear my look-atas-wedges again :))))

If i can endure the pain of this, I think labour pain is no kick. I told angie I shall go thru labour in a breeze and asked whether she needs me to be her surrogate mother. She tells me labour is worse than ingrown toenail extraction. If she's right, I'll die in labour. Serious. If I do drop dead inside, please take care of my newborn yea?

On another bright note, I'm glad that people dread consulting a podiatrist to extract their ingrowns. The feeling of seeing a podiatrist is like seeing a dentist. It's like a love hate relationship. Oooh I love to inspire fear on people. I think I will love my job :)

To think about it, a podiatrist is quite redundant. Cut nails only wad, my mum also can do it. Some people, like my employer is willing to spend $0.2 million to educate me how to cut toenaila. But of course I'm not complaining.

That aside, i'm really not that amusing. I'm actually as depressing as eeyore. Moans. I just got diagnosed Pre Departure Depression Syndrome, by angie. I've been spouting loads of nonsense lately, stuff like my plane will crash, or I will get shoot during a racial demostration, or my shipment of winter clothing will get strewn over pacific ocean, or I should have stayed in Singapore to be a science teacher instead. Crumbs. Jitters. The lao sai-ing feeling is here again.

On another note, I've been rushing some stuff like crazy today, and and I learnt things about SUPA glue the hard way.

1) They have high freezing points, becoming ice if you put them in the fridge, happily wasting a whole tube costing $3.20
2) They REALLY stick onto any surface in 5 seconds, a fave combi is fingers and the cloth.
3) Move your fingers involved every 4 seconds(refer to pt 2)
4) If glue drips onto your lap, do not wait till it dries to think you can peel them off, because they will NV come off without taking with them your skin
5) Never use them when you have long hair that's long enough to touch the table filled with glue patches. Bad idea.

I shall be taking a hiatus from blogging till i sort out all the stuff in my life, which mainly is PACKING for my god damn shift to the other continent *yells in hysterical manner and threatens to go in spasms*

Unless there's desperation to vent my pent up frustration in anything, or to share any immense emotions with you peeps or any important events, the next entry would be written in Australia. Stay tuned.