Monday, February 26, 2007

Chronicled Boredom

"It's not just me - but all the other anatomy lecturers as well think that [Batch 18] is the worst batch ever in the history of MMMC!"

Dr. Seetharama Bhat,
High Priest of the Church of Anatomy,
during one of his emo rants

"...and everyone knows that Batch 18 sucks to the core. If we're not meant to be the champs, why not be number 1, from the back?"

Kit Sze, a student from Batch 18, in her blog

"LOL"

Me



I woke up at 12 pm today after plopping into bed at 10pm the night before. That's 14 hours in total. Guess my debt to Morpheus is all paid for.
I had the strangest urge however, to head directly for the library after lunch. Odd, considering that I did not even visit the place once during the exams. I just needed a quiet place to finish reading Agatha Christie's Sleeping Murder without the distractions my laptop and the internet have to offer. I bet the the library would be deserted - and I was right.

To review that book as succinctly as I can, it was a thorough disappointment. There's no way to prove or catch the murderer if he/she did not take the trouble come out of his/her silence and attempt to murder someone else who's death would not help him/her at the least. I am beginning to think that Miss Marple (the novel's detective) is nothing more than some old crone who happens to always be in the right place and time just so she can shamelessly claim that she suspected so-and-so all along and c0ck up some dumb theory why she thought so to impress the other characters. It could just be me but I rather suspect that Dame Agatha was also a tad too generous with red herrings in this particular offering.

The highlight of my day came when I was on my way to do a bit of shopping. A group of American students were tossing the ol' pigskin (the American egg-shaped excuse for a football) around in front of the Chandrashekar Girls' Hostel. One particular spirited toss landed the ball right in front of a speeding silver car. The ball popped up from under the car's bumper and flew 50 feet into the air - tracing a narrow arc and finally landed with a crashing loud thump on the car's trunk.

Two more American kids came out of the car - the driver was a mean-looking tough bloke (though he was kind of short) while his passenger was this hulking, monstrous guy who looked as if he can fling me up a tree with just one arm.

I was chanting, "Fight! Fight!" in my mind at that moment. It's always interesting to see Americans maul each other. From most accounts, these Indian Americans are impossible ass-wipes to live with. I heard lots of tales from the Malaysian kids that stayed in the New AC Hostel - in close proximity to them.

To my utter disappointment, no brawl ensued. Not even a middle finger salute or a 'Go f*ck yourself, asshole!' from any of them. All they did was give the football playing kids dirty looks after searching pretty hard and thoroughly for any sign of a dent on their car. Bah.

Here's a useful info-byte for all the folks studying here in Manipal (if you don't already know);


There's a factory outlet store opened by a company called Primus which carries brands like Adidas, Nike, Levi's, Dockers etc right downstairs of Premier Enclave. I don't know when it was opened (I have the general impression that it had been recent) but I only spotted it today. Incidentally, they are having some sort of discount fest at the moment. Go check it out.

I bought a pair of black pants from there and I am proud to announce that my waistline is only 32 inches at the moment. Two months ago, 34 inches would have been a snug fit. Now even at 32, the pants were kinda roomy. All I did was eat 4 times a day instead of 5 - and stop myself from ordering an extra burger/mashed potato/garlic bread along with every meal I chow down on (yeah yeah, I'm a pig - give it a rest already).

Very soon, I'll be rid of the 'overweight' label. In your face, Body Mass Index!

In case I have any non-med-school readers (fat chance!), here's the BMI formula;

BMI = Weight (kg) / Height2 (m2)

Here's what your BMI means;
  • Starving African kid: less than 15
  • Anorexic model wannabe: less than 17.5
  • Underweight and un-pretty: less than 18.5
  • Sexy: 18.5 to 24.9
  • Still sexy: 25 to 29.9 (people who call this overweight is just jealous)
  • Oh-ho-ho-obese: 30 to 39.9
  • Whale: more than 40
So what are you?



Still sexy,
k0k s3n w4i

3 comments:

michelleg said...

ur post is not boring la.

ooo im sexay.. haha but still need to keep fit. those flabs. yucks..

lingghezhi said...

wtf...i'm borderline obese?? kidding ar???

k0k s3n w4i said...

@michelleg

flab is fab... more to hug!

@lingghezi

cough*

which side of the border?