A Series of Disjointed, Unrelated Events

"Diazepam is administered to patients suffering from febrile convulsions in the form of a rectal suppository."

Dr. Rajendra Holla, Professor of Pharmacology,
and Associate Dean of MMMC

Was I the only one who found the idea of shoving-something-up-a-patient's-ass-while-he's-convulsing hilarious?

I'm having a bad case of acute examinitis right now (with an additional side helping of flu as-if-I'm-not-screwed-enough) so the posts you guys are getting this week would be lame (like paraplegic-lame), patchy, shallow and borderline incoherent.

And short.

Thank the gods for short.

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Okay, now for the first item of the day;

I spotted a firefly floundering in a puddle three nights ago near my front door. Here's a pic;

You gotta admit that I got good eyes, no?

See that pinprick of light on the floor there? That's the bugger. It wasted nearly an hour of my time which I planned to spend studying Pathology - because I just have to rescue the microscopic idiot, dry him with a a microscopic towel and gave him a microscopic cup of hot chocolate before sending him out in the streets again.

Here's a video of him floundering on the floor of my anteroom and spilling that microscopic cup of hot chocolate I gave him. How's that for gratitude, I ask you?

The cup is in there somewhere. It's just too darn dark for you to see it.

Good luck in deciphering what the bugger said.

I wanted to attach some head-banging music to the video actually but I simply don't have time. Pharmacology exam tomorrow, peeps.

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Yesterday when I came back from my Pathology exam, I discovered that I have stupidly locked myself out of my own house. I already wasn't in a good mood at that time *cough-that-Pathology-exam-I-just-sat-for-cough*. When I discovered that I didn't have my keys with me, I can swear that I heard Simple Plan's Welcome to my Life playing at the back of my head.

And the lock itself mirrored my emotional state at that time;

EXTRA TULAN.

I tried futilely for a few minute trying to open the window at the side of my door so I can reach the spare key I keep inside (it's a loose-latch affair and I thought maybe I can dislodge it with a good shaking). I was on the verge of breaking the window with my Pathology textbook (two birds, WTF) when one of Acharya Compound's groundskeeper came running to me with what appeared to be *pinches-self-to-check-if-it-was-a-dream* my keys!

My door and window. Fifi just won't bugger off for me to take a proper picture.

Turns out that my Aka came by to clean while I was out and noticed that I have left my keys behind. She then proceeded sensibly to give them to the groundskeeper for him to pass to me when I come back.

She's a gem, my Aka. I'm glad I raised her pay.

Fifi, Socks and Mom at my front door.
This picture has nothing to do with what I'm writing, I know.

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From my extensive blog-hopping experience, I found that the most common names bloggers choose to call their blogs are;

• Life's Like That (oh, really?)
  
• C'est La Vie (Life's Like That, in French - to prove that they are sexier than their English counterparts)
• Pieces of Me (when I first heard this Ashlee Simpson song, I just knew people are going to start calling their blogs that)

Blogging is a medium for celebrating one's individuality - not murdering it by stabbing its still-beating heart with a generic catchphrase. Sorry. Grumpy mood. Welcome to my Life is still playing in my skull.

And the most frequently used post title is;

• A Series of Unfortunate Events

Every time I see this, I feel like driving an ice-pick through my eyes. For the benefit of my sanity (or whatever left of it), please restrain yourselves from using it. Please?

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Okay, that's all for today. I'm signing off now.

Have a nice life.

And good evening.



Molesting his Pharmacology textbooks,
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