But, what really shocked me into waking up even earlier (so that I can take 40 minutes traveling to uni at 60 km/h) is that I nearly got into a fatal accident.
I woke up late on Valentines Day. Nope I did not do any naughty things the night before, and nope I don't have a boyfriend. That's not the point. When you wake up late you rush through everything. So I rush to uni driving very fast. Then my bag of chocolate fell of the seat, so I picked them up, only to realize I was heading to a cornering way too fast. So, brake lo. But something went wrong somewhere (though I can't really recall much) and my car skidded across the highway. THANKFULLY there weren't other cars around and THANKFULLY the road way wide enough.
Man I got a bad scare.
My car totally changed directions.
I sat in the middle of the highway, faced in the opposite direction for like a whole ten minutes, ignoring the hons and ponks of other cars. And yes, I was very late for lecture that day.
Moving on to more positive things. We finally had Huey Ning's surprise party (although it nearly got called of thanks to the birthday girl herself).
We had a steamboat-ish celebration. Home-made, and absolutely delicious. Yum yum.
1st up, we bluffed Ning that we were going for a normal dinner. Then, we fetched her, abducted her, bullied her, blindfold her, and told her we were heading for China.
Mind you she wasn't a very pleasant victim. She kicked and struggled. Okay more like she made fun of the whole ordeal, trying to get herself un-blindfolded, but failed miserably while we all end up laughing like non-stop, at her clown-ish act.
Our effort paid off in the end. She was surprised. And loved every part to her heartiesdeariescherries.
Glad you loved it dear!
Have you ever witness you own lecturer dance? Man, I have, my very first too. And the whole Htin Aung ordeal is coming up.
Now now, bet you every college/uni/school/campus has their own very famously fearsome lecturer/teacher/staff. Htin Aung is the most famous in my uni, for his ability to pinch people's cheeks, and shout "you are stupid" straight at your face.
No one expects him to DANCE.
My clinical report ( in which I simply do so chin-chai-ly) came back with a BIG "See Me , HA"
Heart beat racing, mind wishing I've paid more attention to the report, I met him.
He gave me a whole long huge talk (talk, not a lecture, he's quite nice one-to-one) about how medical personalities cannot think outside the box.
Htin Aung : " Imagine I am a choreographer, I can make my dance steps look like this"
*stood up and strike a ballet pose*
"Or I might want to dance a fast beat like this"
*scoots across the room in a funny-but-cannot-make-it-attempt hip-hopish movement*
My jaw just dropped. He goes through that much of an extent trying to prove a point that medical students should not think out of the box unlike other professions. (because if drug A is tested effective against some disease, you will only administer drug A, but not drug Z cos if you do that it'll kill the patient, hence cannot-think-outside-box)
I foresee a very interesting PBL session coming monday.
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