pet peeves

i dunno what sets off my lateral inferior rectus muscle spasms more, the qualification that i'm MADAM tan SHEEEE YEEEEEENG with a 2D code number (instead of a visceral, fuming 3D, or even 4D, person) or that all surgeons are infinitesimally more interested in the multiple golfing-putt holes on my lower abdominal region than who or what I am.

today i visited the []GH SOC C to consult the erudite, eminent A/P WWK. his initials reminded me of my currently umemployed status cos it simply looks like a blaring notice spelling WORK. or the abbreviation of the aforementioned offensive word. my spirits drooped a little as my neural circuits configured his initials to my deepest woes. lol. this poor guy will live in darkness in some obscure part of my brain from then on, haha :P

[]GH because i dun wanna get sued for mentioning names. for which the blasted HR departments across S'pore are famous for, as Denise would agree with 2 hands and an armpit. cos they simply do nothing else that's within their job scope all day.

anyway. the A/P expressed his concern and disbelief that anyone could have 9 surgical operations squeezed into the short span of 16months. especially when i informed him 3 times that it all arose from 1 innocuous, harmless lil appendicectomy. the 9-ops-in-16-months thing is actually quite feasible. I mean, consider the cases of severe trauma patients, or burn victims. they undergo multiple times of those 9 operations. and a humungous lot more pain at each debridement session than I, the great meek creep coward, do at each dressing session. yes. from a medical point of view, there are so many cases of people who're more hardy under constant exposure to Halothane than me, so seriously. it's the 2nd eye-bugging-out-factor that i agree with.

so i marched off to my GP after i talked to the sparse-haired A/P (who further cements my theory that all intellectual men are bald or balding) and told him that I was sick and tired of being kicked around like a human ball. it's all and well to look like one but when the real action starts i dun really fancy the boot butts. and he said that nobody has a single faint INKLING of what weird crap is invading my adipose tissue (some really perverted martian bacteria?) so all they can do is that. kick me around. and i said i feel disturbed by it. and he said it can't be helped.

so i guess that's that. lol.

been putting my nose into science novels (try crichton, cook and preston) and came across impressive stuff. learnt more about quantum physics in 1 morning from crichton than what i grasped in all my life as a student (up till now, that is). picked up the jargon of quanta, quantum foam, transponases, prions, and amyloid proteins. i think i've discovered that learning through the eyes, or writings, of a person who has understood the topic from a layman's point of view (as is the case of crichton and quantum physics) helps to crunch the information down to sizeable, digestible chunks. i actually found it easier to visualize photon interference compared to a class presentation done just 6 months ago! yes. it's not so much of brain capacity but rather the relative ease of reception of the presented data. but there is a tangible downside to this, especially if the person has a less than perfect understanding of the topic he/she is trying to illuminate. the end results come out a little skewed to coerced conjugation into a convenient round whole, or miss significant bridging parts, or worst of all, are riddled with minuscule pockets of falsehood in the author's attempts to cover up his/her ignorance.

anyway. i need a one page long personal statement. preferably cogent, erudite, underscores my intellect and empatic nature, and nothing short of a positively glowing account of how angelic i am. which means i need to hire the world's best liar.

which means i'm employed. oh wow.