so i have been doing a bit of time behind the wheels. dad and i are getting up at 5am every morning and on the road by 5:30. his rationale is to avoid the heat (it really starts getting warm after 8am). mine's to avoid traffic. so there's been a lot of changing lanes. highways. and parking. too much parking, if you ask me. i like to think i'm getting better.
the plan is to get my p plates (thanks to lou i already have a set ready to go, as well as a brand new melways =p ) by april, then drive dads car down to melbourne during my holidays. he's looking for an excuse to offload his toyata so he can justify getting the new chrysler 300. anyone interested in coming on a 2000+ km road trip?
itching to do something. all the reading and driving is nice... but
oh be still, my heart.
*sigh*
28.12.05
19.12.05
weekenders on our own
just a perfect day,
you made me forget myself.
i thought i was someone else,
someone good.
- lou reed
one should never confuse intimacy with love. i always confuse the two and it fucks me up bad. listening to transformer last night, i had a moment of clarity. i'm trying to hold on to it. it's over now. she's just another - like every other (tangerine) in the world. my heart is closed to her forever.
she loves me. she loves me not. this is supposed to be a game? how sadistic we are as children.
you made me forget myself.
i thought i was someone else,
someone good.
- lou reed
one should never confuse intimacy with love. i always confuse the two and it fucks me up bad. listening to transformer last night, i had a moment of clarity. i'm trying to hold on to it. it's over now. she's just another - like every other (tangerine) in the world. my heart is closed to her forever.
she loves me. she loves me not. this is supposed to be a game? how sadistic we are as children.
14.12.05
long summer days and warm summer nights
seven days back in brissie and i've already read all the books i brought back with me:
george rr martin's a feast for crows - a pretty decent addition to his epic series, although the fact that he's decided to leave half of the narrators out and put them in the next book is slightly annoying. this guy writes intrigue so well... and most of his characters are interesting and complex, just like real people.
raymond e feist's flight of the the nighthawks - considering what this guy has done in the past (the riftwar saga), this is a pretty crappy effort. the writing and character depth leaves a lot to be desired. he does write magical concepts and scenery pretty well though.
kill as few patients as possible by oscar london - an interesting and lighthearted read. worth a look if you are a recently graduated med student, sitting under a tree under a hot sun, a cold beer in hand, and half an hour to kill.
and finally, slaughterhouse 5 by kurt vonnegut. what to say about this thought disordered narrative about a guy writing a book on the annihilation of dresden? there is the rambling, disorganised speech. there is the flight of ideas. i don't really get it yet. i think i'll have to read it again before i decide if i like it.
other than the books, the burgers, the hot hot sunshine, and hanging out with kimmy last night - it's just sleep, sweet sleep. dragging out today and waiting for tomorrow.
george rr martin's a feast for crows - a pretty decent addition to his epic series, although the fact that he's decided to leave half of the narrators out and put them in the next book is slightly annoying. this guy writes intrigue so well... and most of his characters are interesting and complex, just like real people.
raymond e feist's flight of the the nighthawks - considering what this guy has done in the past (the riftwar saga), this is a pretty crappy effort. the writing and character depth leaves a lot to be desired. he does write magical concepts and scenery pretty well though.
kill as few patients as possible by oscar london - an interesting and lighthearted read. worth a look if you are a recently graduated med student, sitting under a tree under a hot sun, a cold beer in hand, and half an hour to kill.
and finally, slaughterhouse 5 by kurt vonnegut. what to say about this thought disordered narrative about a guy writing a book on the annihilation of dresden? there is the rambling, disorganised speech. there is the flight of ideas. i don't really get it yet. i think i'll have to read it again before i decide if i like it.
other than the books, the burgers, the hot hot sunshine, and hanging out with kimmy last night - it's just sleep, sweet sleep. dragging out today and waiting for tomorrow.
8.12.05
meanwhile, back in brisbane...
it's 40 degrees next to the stove. humidity's through the nose. whatever fluid i drain down my gullet seem to come straight out through the skin. it's much too hot to use my brain - there is nothing to do but sit under a tree and drink beer and doze. or flipping hamburgers. at the end of the day i'm covered in grease and smell like a walking deep fryer. a sweaty one, at that. how charming...
well i've got the bit of paper to telling me that i've been registered by the medical board. i've got other bits of rolled up paper saying that i've graduated. they don't really mean anything though. last night on the plane there was a call for "medical doctor or nurse". i looked around, wondering if it has really come to this - that someone's life depends on my medical knowledge, full of holes. luckily there was a real doctor on board. you know you've picked a tough profession when you can't step out of your role even when you're 30,000 feet up.
well i've got the bit of paper to telling me that i've been registered by the medical board. i've got other bits of rolled up paper saying that i've graduated. they don't really mean anything though. last night on the plane there was a call for "medical doctor or nurse". i looked around, wondering if it has really come to this - that someone's life depends on my medical knowledge, full of holes. luckily there was a real doctor on board. you know you've picked a tough profession when you can't step out of your role even when you're 30,000 feet up.
2.12.05
thank god we didn't go to st v's
grad dinner last night at the windsor hotel: it was our last rmh function. there is just graduation to go tomorrow, then we will finally be cut loose from the university, and officially no longer be students. with each event this message is slowly getting through to me. we are finished. we are doctors. it's an unsettling, exhilirating feeling.
the dinner itself was a very intimate affair, as much as a gathering of a hundred-odd people can be. the grand ballroom was a very classy, beautiful setting. the food was fantastic, the service efficient. all the speeches and geoff's trombone playing were wonderfully entertaining and lighthearted. but the highlight of the evening for me was when the band (of doctors) played the cure. OMFG. maybe, just maybe, it was worth missing oasis for this. *sigh*
thank you group a for putting in such a good show last night. we all made it to the after party and partied until the wee hours of the morning. thank you catherine for being my buddy for the last two and half years, i know i can be infuriating at times, thank you for you patience. thank you xiu for trying to cheer me up, despite me trying my hardest to resist, good luck up north next year. thank you xiang for adopting me, you are the bestest sister in the world! thank you minnie for sharing the melancholy and understanding the futility of it all. thank you baz for imparting some coolness and the good times in the western districts. and finally, thank you lou, my fellow brisbanite, for looking after me in food and in spirit, for caring and listening. you guys have been my family in melbourne - i love you all very very much...
the dinner itself was a very intimate affair, as much as a gathering of a hundred-odd people can be. the grand ballroom was a very classy, beautiful setting. the food was fantastic, the service efficient. all the speeches and geoff's trombone playing were wonderfully entertaining and lighthearted. but the highlight of the evening for me was when the band (of doctors) played the cure. OMFG. maybe, just maybe, it was worth missing oasis for this. *sigh*
thank you group a for putting in such a good show last night. we all made it to the after party and partied until the wee hours of the morning. thank you catherine for being my buddy for the last two and half years, i know i can be infuriating at times, thank you for you patience. thank you xiu for trying to cheer me up, despite me trying my hardest to resist, good luck up north next year. thank you xiang for adopting me, you are the bestest sister in the world! thank you minnie for sharing the melancholy and understanding the futility of it all. thank you baz for imparting some coolness and the good times in the western districts. and finally, thank you lou, my fellow brisbanite, for looking after me in food and in spirit, for caring and listening. you guys have been my family in melbourne - i love you all very very much...
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