haven't been blogging for nearly an aeon now... *huffing and puffing and choking on the dust floating up from the blog* speaks volumes about my ability to perform basal maintenance on my intellectual property. not that it's worth anymore than the dust coating it jealously, but then after all it used to be the product of my long-dysfunctional neurones ^_^

anyways. let's talk about my very eventful medical school life.

it's tough. it didn't seem to be overwhelmingly demanding when i first stepped into the lt for the first lecture of my med sch life, but fact has proven otherwise *in a hugely raucous manner to boot*. anatomy has been a breathtaking whirl of facts and minute details that threaten to drown those who Do Not Read Their Snells/Moores Before Pract. so what happens goes roughly like this for these unfortunately un-diligent denizens of m1:

*SIDENOTE* alvin, daryl and yihern shall henceforth be named TBT (the bermuda triangle, bound by The Yihern in the most inland corner and The Daryl in the outermost marine corner, with The Alvin making up the boundaries joing the above 2 constituents - why TBT is cos anyone normal who goes near them during anat practs invariable get LOST)

clueless guy/gal/me: oh. yay another exciting pract. *tries to breathe shallowly cos of the formalin fumes emanating from the preserved Once Living Human Bodies)
TBT: YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY another EXCITING pract! time to DEMONSTRATE our superior intellecual powers, boys! *alvin gets too excited and starts choking on the fumes, but it doesn't dampen his enthusiasm a single iota*
me: *pokes flaccid muscle with my finger* so what's this?
TBT: if you look closely, this is the lateral border of the teres major which inserts in the inferior angle of the scapula, and directly above this along the medial border of the scapula you see the insertion of the teres minor, and then you see this REALLY FASCINATING ridge here, so prominent, it's the spine, and hence you get these 2 zones called the infraspinatus and supraspinatus and yadayadayada... *eyes bulge out resembling the appearance of a patient with advanced Graves' disease*
me: *takes 2 frightened steps back* uh, yeah. ok. errr. ok then what's this? *ruffles thru the atlas and failing to identify any greyish strings of tattered musculature hanging languidly from the abducted arm*
TBT: AHHHHHHHHH. *satisfied sigh* i'm GLAD you asked this - this is my favourite!!! veins!!!! :D *maniacal grin*
me: *runs away screaming* but I'm NOT GLAD i asked!!!!!!

afterword: i returned home, stared glumly at my snell, measured its thickness, and failed to read up for the NEXT pract yet again. and the positive feedback cycle resumes.

further horror stories for physio and biochem to follow... ^_^