bonjour brightside

‘love of the family is life’s greatest blessing’

i’m thankful that i have supportive parents who only wish the best for me, who believe in my abilities and share my dreams. i miss them badly and although they are far away, they are always close to my heart.

lots of love and happy mother’s day mum! as well as to all the brave women out there who endured the pain of childbirth (as evidenced by my labour ward experience) and screaming toddlers and angsty teenagers to bring us up into the individuals that we are today

+ props to gwenda for the lovely video which i first came across in her blog, then pilfered and stuck it on my own.

boy has it been a crazy week! i am so knackered- but thankful, of course- i managed to get most tasks on my logbook signed off, yay! although the best part of my week is/was catching Iron Man just a couple of hours ago i have to say that i’m hardly a marvel/DC comic fan but i LOVE these superhero movies! Iron Man was fantastic, Robert Downey Jr put up an absolutely stellar performance, *swoons* and i loved how it kept me on tenterhooks and also made me laugh out (too loud) at too many times (Jon Favreau obviously has a sense of humour) and the computer generated effects- too amazing(out of this world, really)! i could go on and on but i don’t want to spoil it for you if you haven’t seen it yet.

yes i am hopelessly in love with Iron Man now, never have i thought that a robot could look this cool (and hot) – i know it doesn’t make sense but whatever! MUST.GO.SEE!!!

p.s. gwyneth paltrow’s hair looked bad on her- straw coloured hair and pale ethereal complexions do not go together.

it is tres gloomy and cold (brr!) outside and i woke up (late again, as usual) feeling awful… i blame it on the oreos i wolfed down before going to bed last night. this is what i call a downer day, where you know it’s going to be a crap-awful day the moment you open your eyes… so i gave school a miss, was supposed to spend my time studying very conscientiously but as you can see i am still(!) procrastinating. i want a large poufy skirt (see picture) and some glossy patent black lace-up oxfords, and some nice brown leather boots (i really need new boots!). i think i might feel better then!

on a side note

i was just wondering… have you ever met a person whom you know is the love of your life? it doesn’t matter if you dated before and then broke up, or are still loveydovey together- what i want to know is whether you’ve ever had that feeling you get when you look back on fond memories and you just simply know….? do things like these exist only in the movies, or do they really happen to real people in a real world? anyway forgive me for the rambling soliloquy, i’m beginning to think that bad days always put me in a semi-contemplative mood. haha

+picture from lorick (the designer behind the waldorf collection in gossipgirl, which.is.back! yay!)

p.s. just caught ‘how to look good naked’ on tv! ooh it looks wikkkid!

don’t you love musicians who improvise? david cook takes my breath away

it’s funny how people dream dreams and can’t remember a thing about them, while other people dream the most vivid dreams and remember every single detail. (i belong to this latter group)

so last night i dreamt of prostaglandins and cardiac contractility! seriously. i am far from pedantic so i have zilch idea why i dreamt of something like that. bizarre! anyway, i saw myself in the lab with lots of rats (eek!) and injecting them with something to cause them to arrest (sick, i know). it was all really weird so i googled it up…. and found dozens of studies to do with cardiac contractility and prostaglandins. the most interesting of which was an incidental finding of how prostaglandin F2a had a surprising negative inotropic effect on cardiac contractility after myocardial infarction. plus it was an experiment conducted on rats’ hearts! sheesh. if dreams have meanings, i wonder what mine is trying to tell me.

p.s. i haven’t been reading any cardiology lately, and obs&gyn doesn’t even remotely involve the heart

p.p.s. i have never, ever, read/heard anything about prostaglandins and cardiac contractility. i dreamt them up randomly, it was like dreaming of brigitte bardot and john f. kennedy and later finding out that they were related. (although they aren’t of course)