I was just 'resting' and accidentally fell asleep in the afternoon.
Next thing I know my mind brought me to a dingy dark room somewhere back in my hometown - only somehow I was supposedly in some unknown part in Melbourne.
A guy I used to like came to me and said he was back in Melbourne and the reason why he was back was for me. He had broken up with his girlfriend and he realized I was the one for him. Then somehow he seduced me and I slept with him.
The next morning I woke up and there was an SMS from him telling me that everything he said was a lie and that he was just into it as a fling. And if I wanted a fling - I should give him a call.
Then I woke up.
It was so real. So
Does this dream mean anything?
I thought I've heard and seen it all until yesterday
Me: Where are all the hot guys? Where?!
Friend: Well, none of my friends are hot. Well, X is hot. But you don't want to date him. He smells funny.
Me: Smells funny?? That's the weirdest description I've ever heard! What smell?
Friend: Well, he just has a strong smell - not necessarily bad.
Friend: What? Don't you detect people's scents? I know I do. When I meet someone and they interest me, I smell them out.
Me: ...Omg it's proven - everybody I know are maniacs in some twisted way!!!
Friend: Now you know my secret *cackle*
The Chocolate War
I love going to Borders to read. I used to sit there with a whole stack of the latest Cosmopolitan, Vogue and Harper's Bazaar in their various editions and destress.
Strangely, my interest in magazines like those have faded. I don't head for the magazine rack anymore. Instead I head towards young adult fiction.
Because the stories tend to be shorter and there's always a good ending. Because some of the best books I've read in my life had been for children. Because it's good to pretend I'm not as old as I am.
Currently perusing "The Chocolate War". Halfway through and I think it's one of the more thought provoking books I've read for a long time. Must head back and finish it off.
Now, back to books.
1. Study daily without watching pointless DVDs about aliens in Roswell and romantic comedies.
2. Finish studying Cariology tonight.
3. Decide where I'm going to live by Wednesday.
4. Stop eating like a pig to escape comments from aunties back home like, 'Dental Girl, you've gained weight!'
5. Stop fantasizing x 1000000000
Alright. Now - demineralization must equal remineralization.
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I spend my waking moments daydreaming that I would have the perfect life next year - no crazy housemate, nice apartment, good life.
I guess I want it so much it invades my subconscious and I dream about it when I'm asleep.
I live an alternate reality where my life really is perfect when I am asleep.
I have the
apartment, happiness and love.
Then I wake up and I'm back to the harsh realities of life - the real world.
Real Estate War
Now that I've decided that I'm going to move, the next step is to find a place to move to.
Studio apartments around uni are the size of shoeboxes - if not smaller. The one bedroom apartment I just went to inspect is the size of 1 1/4 shoeboxes. And both are ridiculously priced and
even with the shoebox size people are queueing up to get them.
The logical thing is to move further out - but because I'm staying alone my parents have concerns about my safety etc.
Why is it so hard to find a decent place to live?
Praying for the
apartment to appear soon.
I"m moving out either the end of this year or early next year. Which means some unfortunate soul has to take my place as well as my second housemate's place.
My second housemate (a perfectly sane and normal person) discovered that her friend was looking for an apartment and suggested she come stay here.
Is it right
to ask a friend to stay with a psycho, knowing that her life is going to be a misery?
Things are more complicated than that - but in essence, that's what it is.
Do you save your own ass or save your friend's?
1. Apple MacBook
- Because my current iBook is slowly moving towards retirement.
2. Louis Vuitton Epi Key and Change Holder
- Yes, I really do think that spending a couple hundred dollars on a glorified keychain is justified.
- The nicer the packaging the better. Half the experience is how pretty anything looks.
I was doing a restoration in the clinic when I heard a familiar song on the radio.
"I don't care who you are, where you're from, what you did - as long as you love me".
If you don't recognise the lyrics, clearly you weren't a teenager in the 90s. I heard that song and was transported home - back to when I didn't know Melbourne, didn't know what it was like to be away from home. Didn't know that there's actually such a thing called a cavity design when you drill into a tooth. Back to when the biggest crisis in my life was to figure out how to get out of PE classes and why I wasn't getting perfect scores for maths tests.
I miss those days. Miss the days when it was raining outside and I was lying in bed with my favourite book. Miss my kindergarten days when my pink alarm clock would ring (where is
that alarm clock now?) and I'll go down and have breakfast - a perfectly boiled half boiled egg prepared by my dad, with just the right amount of soy sauce. Miss my dogs. Miss my entire life back home.
I guess I never thought things would be like this when I am 21. I certainly didn' think I would be in Melbourne - very likely I didn't even know where it was. It's like... when you're 13 you think 21 is ages
away - inconsequential to the right here right now. Yet here I am.
I was brought up in a small town. I lived my entire life in the same house until I came to Melbourne. Since then I've moved 3 times in Melbourne and at the end of the year - it'll be four.
I like predictability. Permanence. I don't like moving. All the places I've lived in in Melbourne, I've never called them home
. I'd always say to my friends, 'I'm at my apartment' or 'I'm at my place'. Everything here is just temporary. Each time I move into a place I have to remind myself that I'm going to have to move again.
I know this is a phase. But I want to belong and find my grounding - so that I can put out roots and grow into a tree instead of staying in my shell - waiting for the rain to come.
A friend of mine has seen someone he really likes and wants to go for her.
She happens to be my friend. She has a boyfriend.
Me: Don't bother - she's taken.
Friend: I don't care if she's taken - I don't care if she's married
. She's hot
! Give me her number!
Me: In case you forgot, you have a girlfriend too.
Friend: So what?? She's hot! *slobber*
Me: She's been together with her boyfriend for ages now - don't think she's going to drop everything for you.
Friend: Why not?? Anything is possible.
Me: Please don't go around breaking hearts.
Friend: If she is so happy with her boyfriend, she won't leave him to go out with me anyway. So what's the deal?
Me: ....I'm ending this conversation now.
Which makes me wonder - if you were together with somebody and someone else who is equally compatible and attractive comes along - how do u know if you're with the right person? Maybe you're meant to be with person No.2.
Not that I'm advocating going around stealing people's partners. I'm just saying
Life is complicated.
Went to the city yesterday and came back with DVDs.
When I was in high school Roswell was on TV every week. Problem was, the TV was in my parents' room. So whenever my parents felt that I should be studying instead of wasting my time I'd have to miss and episode. Well, I found this yesterday and snapped it up.
And also this.
Not sure why I would do such a thing considering exams are in 3 weeks. This is poison
Oh well, it's done now.
Selfishness or Selflessness?
I admit that there is the distinct possibility that I am - in fact - a selfish girl.
I have been staying in this apartment for the past year and with each passing day I'm just waiting for the day that I can move out and stay alone - no crazy housemate, no having to compromise, no having to be considerate - just me, myself and I. In control with what I want and happy. At peace with the world. Contented
So now that the moment has finally
come I presented options to my parents. They say I should be contented with a studio apartment which is half the price of a one bedroom and 'equally' comfortable.
I beg to differ.
Call me whatever you want - but after this nightmare of a year I really think I deserve more than 'comfortable'. I deserve fantastic
. Even as I say this I feel guilt washing over me - how can I ask this out of my parents when I know they don't exactly grow money on trees and every cent that they spend on me was through their own sweat and toil? Why can't I be grateful and thankful that my parents would even entertain the idea of me staying alone as opposed to the cheaper alternative of living with housemates? Why?
I struggle to understand my parents' point of view. I really do. But at the same time - I want a nice apartment. I want a nice kitchen with an oven and a spice rack with a row of bottles filled with different pasta shapes. I want a home, not a student accomodation where I stretch my hand out and I'm in the kitchen and when I roll over I'm on my study desk.
I don't know which side of me is going to win.
Truth is - I guess deep down inside of me I know I should tell my parents that I choose a student accomodation. But my selfish alter ego is screaming NO. I can't help it. When I moved into this apartment from a luxury apartment last year - it was because the rent was cheap and see where that brought me to. Am I going to make the same mistake again
I don't know what to do.
Housemate complaints of the week:
Believe it or not, my housemate has gotten so lazy it's gotten to the point where she can't even throw rubbish into the rubbish bin.
Basically, the rubbish bin was full. Does she tie up the bag and start a new bag? No. Does she leave the old bag and start a new bag (something marginally acceptable)? No.
She throws the rubbish next to the bag on the floor.
Her self declared maid i.e. me has to get a new bag, tie up the old one and pick up her rubbish.
After leaving notes about the microwave oven failed to produce it's proper effect, I decided to just tell her face to face.
Me: Hey, do you mind cleaning the microwave oven? It's really dirty.
She: *Opens microwave oven and feints innocence* Oh, really? Oops..okay okay. Sorry!!
Me: That's okay. *pause* You know, the easiest way to not get spills or spatters in the first place is to just use cling wrap.
She: Yeah, okay.
I told her that on Monday and till Wednesday the microwave oven is still dirty and the door is still open.
Wednesday came along and I told her once again to clean the microwave.
She: Yeah yeah...I'm going to do it now.
I went out, came back and voila - the microwave was 25% cleaner than before.
I actually managed 25%! So proud of self (not!)
3. Used Plasters
For some unknown reason she doesn't have the ability to throw plasters into the rubbish bin. Hell, she can't even throw rubbish rubbish into the rubbish bin. Instead, she just chucks it around in the bathroom.
Not sure who is she expecting to pick it up.
What next - throwing used sanitary pads around the place too?? Wouldn't put it past her.
Alright. Enough. I've promised myself that I am not going to talk about her anymore. It's a waste of time.
I went to get a haircut after my test, as a reward to myself. Not that I studied heaps or anything - I just felt that I wanted to pamper myself needlessly.
The person who cut my hair was from the UK and was quite chatty. On discovering that I was a dentist:
Hairstylist: Are you serious??
Hairstylist: How do you do
that? I don't know...I just couldn't...Ewww!!!
Me: You get used to it.
Hairstylist: Even the drilling?? *shudder*
Me: When you're the one holding the drill, it's less traumatic.
Hairstylist: *pause* Yeah. True.
Incidentally, he used to work at Toni&Guy for 7 years before opening his own salon. Which technically means my haircut is something a person who went to Toni & Guy would get.
Frankly, I can't tell the difference.
Oral medicine test tomorrow.
If the questions I spotted don't appear - I'm doomed.Doomed
Where has my motivation gone?
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Chocolate Baileys Cheesecake
I love baking and decorating cakes when I have the time.
However, I didn't have the luxury of time
this week but managed to get all the ingredients and came up with this:Chocolate Baileys Cheesecake with a Tim Tam BorderView from sideFiligree piping on the surface
- My favourite style of piping due to it's simplicity.
I'm quite proud of my effort, even if I do say so myself.
It's a Chocolate Baileys Cheesecake with a Tim Tam Latte border. The ingredients cost an arm and a leg thanks to the alcohol and chocolate, which I bought from Koko Black.
alcoholic - I hope the guests don't get drunk on it tonight. I guess I got a little bit bottle happy and poured a little too much in.
Now, if you will excuse me - I'm going to get dressed.
Friday the 13th
It's funny how things happen.
Came home and found a letter in the mail addressed to me from the other side of the world. Opened it up and there it was - a blow by blow report about how wonderful and amazing my friend's new girlfriend was. Did I mention she is 33 and he 21 - and he's a multimillionaire?
I choose not to comment.
Next surprise came in the form of a phone call.
Ghost of the Past: Hey girl, how've you been?
Me: I've been good.
Ghost of the Past: Yeah? You free tomorrow? Let's meet up. Come over to *name of restaurant we used to eat at all the time*.
Me: That's freaking far away from where I stay now. No way
Ghost of the Past: Tsk... you've changed. Amazing what 2 years can do to a person.
Me: Yes, it is.
Ghost of the Past: Anyway, no biggie. I'll go pick you up and we'll go wherever you want to go. Okay, princess
Me: Yeah. Whatever.
What else is in store today?
I know nothing about occlusion.
Sat in a lecture today with an animation of the jaw when it moves sideways. There are apparently 4 different ways and frankly speaking I couldn't see the difference. Nor did half the class.
Hate occlusion lectures - almost as much as I hate prosthetics.
On another note, went to buy ingredients to bake a Baileys Cheesecake for my friend's 21sts on Saturday. My only hope is that everything turns out according to plan and I don't get a sunken cheesecake which tastes like cardboard.
Test on Monday and have not studied a thing. However, still strangely calm.
Labels: Dental School
Fantasy vs Reality
"If I had a millionaire boyfriend who had his own apartment with random spare rooms, I'd move in without even thinking about it. Like, NOW." I said, whining to my friend.
"Yeah yeah, your fictional millionaire boyfriend I've heard so much about. *rolls eyes* You know, I don't see why you would want to go out with rich pricks like that. All they do is spend their parents' money - anybody can do that." Friend sniffed.
"Fine. If I myself were a millionaire I'd buy my own
apartment and move in."
"That's more like it. See? There are better things to hypothesize about."
Truth is - I'm sick and tired of being responsible for myself. For once in my life can I slack off and let someone else deal with stuff? Why can't I depend on a millionaire instead of becoming a millionaire myself?????
No millionaires anywhere, self or non-self. Back to the reality of my aparment.
I haven't wanted anything lately - well, not wanted anything that I could afford lately.
Until I saw this.
Now, if only I can make myself believe that I'd actually stay fascinated with it for more than 2 weeks.
Suddenly I'm a really busy girl.
There's a test next week and every single night this week I have something to do.
Trivia night, 3 birthday parties (all 21sts. It's the season) and work. How am I supposed to cram study into the schedule?
If only I could stop MSN-ing. I've long concluded that if MSN was out of my life, I"d be a person with heaps of time on my hands.
Should also stop the habit of looking at apartments/houses on real estate sites, in my effort to feel as if i'm doing something
active to get out of this house. However, it seems to only make me realise what I'm missing out there.
Okay, going to dive into the world of cysts, extractions and oral medicine now.
Heading towards the shore...very very slowly.
Labels: Dental School
I love Nutella.
I love eating it with bread for fun - thus rendering it impossible for me to stop myself from eating another slice. And another.
I hate people who steal my Nutella.
I hate it even more when Nutella thief denies it.
I am sick and tired of telling people what to do only to be ignored.
I am fed up
Compilation of the things my housemate has done to piss me off this week:
She dumps all the clothes she wants to wash into the washing machine for weeks - thus rendering it impossible for me to use it because every day I think she's going to finally
do her laundry. She doesn't. After that, when the clothes finally
leave the washing machine, she leaves her clothes on the drying rack for another week - thus hogging the rack. When I politely asked her to take the clothes off so that I could do my laundry, what does she say? "Huh, it's not dry yet?" Yeah right it's not dry after 3 days out in the sun.
I finally couldn't take it anymore and took in her clothes for her. I left it on one of the dining room chairs and to this day they're still there - she's so lazy she can't even take her clothes in from the dining room. *disbelief*
the smell of fish. I hate seafood fullstop. She has this disgusting habit of frying salmon or whatever stinky fish that is and leaves the pan unwashed for the fish smell to permeate into the pan and the rest of the kitchen.
3. Microwave Oven
Even with a huge sign stuck on the microwave oven admonishing her to (*@#(@) close the microwave door after use and clean up all spills
she has once again failed to do it. I know I shouldn't be surprised but I'm still extremely pissed off.
Naturally, she expects me to clean up after her. Har har har.
4. Crocodile Mittens
- Whole post devoted to it.
When I cleaned up the kitchen she had a random bowl of lettuce lying in there. I moved it to the dining table and to this day the lettuce are still rotting there. On the dining table (No, we do not dine on it. It's just there). Am I supposed to clean that up for her too?
Am I turning into her self-declared maid? This has got to STOP
It's come to a point where I seriously consider if I really
want to write a post with a photo on it because it takes so
long to open iPhoto and upload the pictures onto my computer. Then it takes even longer to import it into Blogger and post it up.
My computer has been getting increasingly slow as time passes. Not that it is something unusual or surprising, but it's really getting on my nerves.
I have an iBook which is almost 4 years old and I think it's a high time to upgrade to a newer model, i.e. the MacBook. However, I have annoyingly developed the desire to spend on other things such as bags and shoes. Also, ever since I started working (yes, I actually do work part time on top of being a dental student), I've been much more hesitant to spend money. A side effect I did not anticipate.
Most people tell me that perhaps getting an external hard disk would suffice. But the truth is, I would dearly love to give up this computer - faithful companion though it has been for the past 4 years to me - for a faster one.
Bags or new laptop?
Apparently a lot can be told about your personality when you empty your handbag. So I decided to empty out my handbag and have a look at what I have inside.
This is what I bring out on a typical day:
- I have a fetish for them and I wear them when there's even the slightest hint of sunlight. I have a phobia of UV exposure... especially in Australia where the ozone layer is supposed to be thinner.
- With money, cards, coins etc. Nothing special.
- Most important item to bring out. No keys, no getting back into apartment.
- For when I'm walking and need some music to keep me entertained.
- This isn't really an essential. I'm not the kind of person who has to be connected to the world 24/7. Sometimes I choose to leave it at home when all I want to do is be alone.
That's all. What does that tell about my personality?
I can't even analyse it.
Friday the 6th
Such. A. Nightmare. Of. A. Day.
Started off badly due to drinking coffee at night thus rendering me incapable of sleeping for the entire night
. Did not sleep a wink.
Got out of bed, went to dental school and had to tell my F/F patient that there is nothing
I can do with a denture that feels heavy. Nothing
. Spent half an hour trying to get that across.
Went on to retake impressions of myself for making a splint in occlusion lab. Demonstrator was nice enough to offer to do it for me.
Went to the lab to pour them up and survey my partial patient's cast and sent it for duplication.
Went to book in an appointment with the dentist after concluding it is
another cavity I saw. *sweat*
Came back home briefly to bake a chicken pie to bring for potluck to celebrate Mid Autumn Festival
Went for my GP session, only to find my patient still
suffering from pain after the first open and drain session. Had to run around the clinic looking for primary care and getting a 5th year student to do it - in the process trying to find out if amoxycillin is suitable for patients who has renal impairment. Patient was pissed off that he had to go through reopen and draining. Did a scale and clean of Q2 too.
End of the session, ran back up to the lab to remove my impressions from my casts for the splint, only to break off 2 teeth in the process
. Ohhhhhhh, did I mention that the lab technician also completely forgot to duplicate my partial patient's cast??
Pros, GP, Perio, Pharm, persuasion, extreme test of patience all in one nightmare of a day.
Came home and buried myself in a sea of oreo cheesecake and KK donuts.
I'm beginning to think I'm being punished for..I don't know what.
Labels: Dental School
On the whole, this entire year has been a bad one for my academic side of my life.
It's so easy to put studies last - after social commitments, daily stress (housemates, friendship, etc), mood swings, everything. It seems as if the only way I can study is when there is absolutely nothing that is weighing on my mind - which practically never happens.
Now that the year is drawing to a close I can feel that my slack attitude towards my studies is coming to bite me in the back.
I have so many things on my mind I couldn't fall asleep - which is why I'm blogging at this insane hour.
1. My partial denture patient is going to verbally abuse me when I inform him that the next time I can see him is next year because my exams are coming up and the base of his denture isn't ready for trying in yet (partly my fault because I didn't send it for processing earlier).
2. I have another
cavity - this time on my 16. I"m starting to think that baking as a hobby is extremely detrimental.
3. I'm not going to be able to understand what on earth is happening in Occlusion, Orthodontics, Periodontics, Removable Prosthetics and Treatment Planning by the end of this semester.
4. I'm going to fail my practical because I can't bend a bloody clasp for partial dentures.
5. About what my housemate is going to do next.
Can't sleep. So stressed. Feel like I should study 24/7 until exam time and book another dental appointment ASAP.
OMG I blame myself for everything.
This blog is turning into a dumping ground of my emotions. Forgive me - but as it is, this is the only outlet I have
apart from the friends I have who've been patiently listening to my ranting
During the mid year holidays, my friend went to Darwin and came back with these for me:
I thought they were so cute and couldn't bring myself to use them because:
1. They were a gift.
2. They were too cute to use for everyday baking and messing around.
So I put it into one of the drawers in the kitchen and it slipped my mind. I took it out a couple of times to show my friends what cute oven mits I had, but that's about it.
Anyway, I decided to bake chocolate chip muffins for fun. I dug around for the usual oven mit that I use for baking and couldn't find it. Concluding that my housemate probably had it into her room, I resorted to my crocodile mits, only to realise one of them was missing
I distinctly remember putting them together into the drawer after I showed them to a friend. So obviously
someone took it. Question is, who the hell steals ONE mit? Be normal and steal both, bitch.
They say money can't buy happiness, but I say that it could in my case. Because I'd buy an apartment and shift in there and out of this hell hole.
I love the scents they add into everything - dishwashing liquid, floor cleaners, window cleaners, kitchen cleaners, laundry powder, shower gels etc. I have this fixation on finding the nicest scent.
The thing about scents is that they create the false sense of security that everything is actually clean when in reality it may still be covered with bacteria. But I like them anyway.
I just changed my laundry powder and all my clothes smell great!
Call me anal - but I can't stand it when people are not punctual.
Sure, 2-3 minutes late is acceptable - my patience finally cracking when the 10 minute mark is reached.
I don't understand what is so difficult about being on time. When you state a time to meet, it is a promise. If you can't make it at that time, I don't see what's so difficult about just saying flat out that you can't make it. Don't say I'll be there in 10 minutes when you actually mean I'll start thinking
about going there in about 10 minutes - right after I do my laundry, wash my dishes, shower, decide what to wear and paint my nails.
It may be surprising but I have actually ended a friendship because I couldn't take the person's persistent lateness. The person would show up 3 hours after that promised time, cancel the appointment at the time of meeting (seriously? I'm already there waiting and you're telling me you're not coming??) and was just seeming blase about the act. All the time. To me, it's a sign of disrespect. You wouldn't go to an exam late because you know there's a lot at stake. That doesn't mean you can take a friend for granted and just pass it off as 'Oh well, it's cool. She'll wait.'
When I was complaining about this - a friend told me to be more tolerant and be less uptight about the time. Apparently, I have to let things go
and 'chill'. Waiting a few minutes won't kill.
Yeah, it won't kill. But it sure as hell pisses me off.
Dental Girl Gets A Filling
My upper anterior teeth has some mottling. As a result, when I was about 12 years old my dentist decided to put some composite over the mottled areas to mask the color difference.
9 years down the road and that resin composite has come to bite me in the back.
I didn't think it was anything at first - my demonstrator said it was probably arrested caries that I saw at the mesial of my 11. I believed her.
Then I developed a toothache and decided to go to my dentist. After all, the resin composite wasn't polished properly so even if it was nothing, at least I would just get it polished down a little.
The dentist had a look, removed the resin composite and there it was - secondary caries. Very obvious
secondary caries - even a person who wasn't a a future dentist could tell you that. All under a huge chunk of resin composite (dentist informed me it was way too thick and over way too much of the surface and likely wasn't polished at all
). Which was why it was undetected for so long.
Is it me or is a filling on an anterior tooth more depressing than one at the back?
Note to self:
1. Seal margins properly.
2. Seal margins properly.
3. Polish restorations properly and religiously.
4. Never go back to childhood dentist. The same dentist who managed to fit a crown on my friend's 26 only to have it fall off 2 weeks later
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10 Things That Define Happiness
Perfect happiness is when
1. You wake up and realise it's Saturday morning and you have the entire weekend to do nothing ahead of you.
2. You receive a phone call from a long lost friend.
3. You suddenly remember a good memory from the past that you had totally forgotten.
4. A lecture is cancelled. Make that a pros lab is cancelled.
5. The bag you've been fantasizing about goes on sale. 70% sale.
6. It rains and you get to skip exercise and stay at home pigging out in front of the tv with take out instead.
7. You find something you thought you lost under the bed, in the closet or in the crack between the table and wall.
8. You come home and the entire house is clean and homey.
9. You step on the scales and you lost weight
after pigging out the entire month.
10. There's a public holiday round the corner.
Had my first suturing prac. I have to say that this is probably the most enjoyable prac I have ever attended.
I guess the fact that I spent most of my teenage years cross stitching random pieces of work helped with the stitching. If only pros could be equally satisfying.
Have started studying in anticipation of impending doom if I don't. So far still reasonably motivated. Hope it keeps up.
Starting a food diary to shame myself into eating better. Did I mention I just made a batch of raspberry cheesecake slices?
Doesn't help that half my friends are stick thin. Doesn't help at all. Calories
1 tandoori chicken wrap = 600 calories
1 plate pad thai = 600 calories
10-15 Marie biscuits = 500 calories
6 wantans = 300 calories
Total = 2000 calories
Labels: Dental School
So, I left a big hostile note on the microwave oven telling my housemate to
1. Shut the microwave oven door after use.
2. Clean up any spills that she created.
She managed to do it for a grand total of 3
Not only that - I just realised that a box of tissue paper (the only thing that wasn't under lock and key in the house) that I left in the living room has conveniently disappeared.
Did I mention I am pissed off?
I'm the kind of person that does everything at the very lastest last minute.
I wasn't like this all my life - I started developing this bad habit in first year when I chose to hang out with people who weren't type A personality for a change.
Now even to get out of bed is tough.
However, have decided to get over this bad habit. Looked up suggestions on how to stop procrastinating and here's a list of suggestions that I thought was pretty helpful.
1. Be specific about what you want to achieve
. No point saying 'I want to stop procrastinating' without any actual goals. Instead, should say something like "I will finish my denture design by 9pm tonight'.
2. Reward self
. My favourite. Only do things you really
want to do after all goals are achieved.
3. Start small
. Set realistic goals.
So far, I've managed to clean up my room in the afternoon. Will try to finish one
Perio lecture before I go to bed. (Hey, one is better than nothing. I'm being realistic here, lol)
Call her what you want - a Stepford Wife, Bree from Desperate Housewives.
I was invited to dinner by a friend of mine at her apartment. She made us RSVP, sent us an email with specific details as to when to be there and where it is (she even drew a map!) and told us to go with an empty stomach.
Well, I'm a lowly uni student who serves my friends food from paper plates. Not her.
She cooked up a huge array of food (2 types of salad, bread for starters, hainanese chicken rice, chicken curry) all wonderfully and fearfully garnished. She even had napkins with napkin rings
If that wasn't enough - she topped off everything with strawberry cheesecake for dessert.
Naturally, everybody who went there were in awe and girls who had boyfriends were cracking under the pressure.
I've been frantically trying to contact my patient to book him in for a Perio session this Monday. Haha, it's already Sunday now!!! *trying not to panic*
So I shouldn't have procrastinated and should have called him earlier - not on Thursday. So I should have sent a letter earlier instead of leaving everything for last minute. Yada yada yada...I know, alright? But I didn't do it!
I don't understand why my patient is never at home. Even my 80 year old patient
has a more happening life than me.
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I've been telling myself that if I don't stop eating junk food, I'm going to end up obese. I end up eating
1. Creamy pasta for lunch
2. Gelati for tea
3. Hainanese chicken rice with chicken curry, salad, garlic bread for dinner
4. Strawberry cheesecake for dessert
5. 2 mini Crunchie bars for good measure at the end of the day.
Someone please tell me what to do with my raging appetite.