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Things that amuse

Something that amused me greatly today…

When a panel of doctors was asked to vote on adding a new wing to their hospital, the Allergists voted to scratch it and the Dermatologists advised not to make any rash moves.
The Gastroenterologists had sort of a gut feeling about it, but the Neurologists thought the administration had a lot of nerve, and the Obstetricians felt they were all labouring under a misconception.
The Ophthalmologists considered the idea shortsighted; the Pathologists yelled, “Over my dead body”, while the Paediatricians said, “Oh, Grow up!”
The Psychiatrists thought the whole idea was madness, the Radiologists could see right through it, and the Surgeons decided to wash their hands of the whole thing.
The Internists thought it a bitter pill to swallow, and the Plastic Surgeons said, “This puts a whole new face on the matter.”
The Podiatrists thought it was a step forward, but the Urologists felt the scheme wouldn’t hold water.
The Anaesthesiologists thought the whole idea was a gas and the Cardiologists didn’t have the heart to say no.
In the end, the Proctologists left the decision up to some asshole in administration.

I had an awesome time in Sydney! I will be back with a run down, but suffice to say there was much eating and merrymaking! Many thanks to Netter and Kevin and BBOJ!

 

It’s always when I absolutely have to do something else that I blog..

Or blogsurf. But in true “I don’t wanna sleep” style, here’s something I got off a friend of a friend’s blog, because I have so much to be thankful for:

‘feel like saying something? get it off your chest. say something to ten people, the most honest and heartfelt msg. do not leave a name, if it’s meant to be, they will know its for them. partners not included.’

to you – I thank you for your godliness and goodwill, patience and virtue, because with that you’ve shown me all that a modern Singaporean girl has to offer the world. You continue to inspire me, and your support and counsel is like a light as we navigate uni and beyond.

to you – Thank you for showing me that no matter how lost we might feel, some friendships transcend the ordinary. Thank you for picking me up and brushing me off, holding me and wiping my tears and sharing good times and laughter with me.

to you – Thank you for talks on philosophy and the mundane and suppers that shine in the night. You’re always there when I come home, ready to pick up where we left off, a rock in my nomadic life.

to you and you – thank you for building me a home away from home. Thank you for the crazy times, the unconditional love, and the constant whingeing and occasional asian blonde moments that you put up with. You’ve let me be a side of myself that I’ve never been before, and taught me to be comfortable in my own skin.

to you – my tall dark boy =). you always make me smile, and even tho we talk less often now, I always know that my dai kor is looking out for me, lucky thangachi I am.

to you, you and you – it’s almost been a decade hasn’t it? Or maybe it has been. Our friendship has survived exams, different schools, countries and continents, boys in all shapes and forms, education and the working world. Yet somehow every bagel I eat, or whenever I have people over at my place, I remember you, and remember the good times that you taught me to have.

and you – i forgive you. Even if i never actually tell you this, it’s over and done, laid to rest. You have your life, I have mine, and at the end of the day, you’re not going to recapture the past. Just forgive me my foibles, and I’ll forgive you yours.

 

Homecoming

It’s really lovely when you know that no matter how far you roam, there’re still people who’ll take you back in with no questions asked. To all my friends, aussie, singapore, anywhere in the world, who cheerfully set aside time to do everything from picking me up from the airport, getting my hair dyed, travelling the island for tea and laksa, doing last minute timetable changes, star gazing, or even drinking in to the wee hours of the morning while commiserating on the lack of good men, I thank you from the very very bottom of this small hamster’s heart for making my life so rich and worth living. I wouldn’t be anyone without all of you.

Much love and lasagne!