30hr famine

is over! the whole event went better than expected, and the appreciation voiced by the 100 odd crowd that attended the 2-day famine camp made all the hard work worthwhile. almost. :P

i met an old friend from AMSA at the camp, although it took me just a litttleee long to recognize who he was. my group members were great, and we were one of the very few groups with all members present! so much was our surplus of members that we -loaned- some out to other poorly represented groups.

my lucky stars were definitely hard at work yesterday, because the war games i am in charge of actually went great, despite the fact that it would be even better had we more time to spare. but hey, time is a luxury in a camp involving so many people, so all in all im just glad its over without much ado! and from what i hear, the people had fun too, so.. whee!

post-starvation dinner was a night out at the neighborhood's western-food place, named a curious Table 6. Perhaps because we counted only six tables. The 30 of us made a clean sweep of their free flow salad bar that would make a swarm of locusts flop to the ground in shame. we felt a tad bit sorry for the owner, who grudgingly kept up with our speedy gastronomic escapades, all the time shaking his head at the empty plates that we left behind. i swear, towards the end of the night, the owner's eyes were flooding with sheer terror!

of course, i couldnt resist all that food, so i merrily went on and ate my fill of two days' worth of calories -grin-. speaking of which, i wasnt really hungry throughout the 30hr famine, maybe because they offered us a delightful variety of sponsored drinks (soyabean milk & guava juice) as sustenance throughout the event. i figured that if i were to be on a liquid diet, i could actually go on for quite some time!

-yawn- im currently a little too tired to continue with this expository, so i guess i'll just leave it as it is and continue another day.

whatever happened to..

giving up while the going gets good? i dont get why guys insist on calling girls over and OVER again in hopes that she will pick up. it might be an accident if she doesnt pick up or return 2 of your calls. at 3 calls, you're already stretching the line. but at 10 calls, you can be friggin sure that everytime she sees your number she's cussing for your balls to fall off.

no, calling someone a million times doesnt mean that she'll wake up one day and go, yeah well maybe i'll decide to give that oily kitchen punk a chance, just because he's been calling me for a gazillion times.

sigh.

army duhs

well for those of you who dont know, ive been on a semi-vegetarian diet for approximately a month plus for reasons unbeknownst even to myself except that suddenly one day i just woke up and didnt feel like eating meat, and then i discovered a vegetarian meal from 7-11 that tasted absolutely fantastic.. that combined with my mom (who happened to be in taiwan at the moment) bringing me to this vegetarian place for breakfast, lead to a spiral that eventually led to me opting to go vegetarian during the 5 wks of army camp. since its relatively harder to ONLY eat vegetarian stuff when im out on wkends, i usually just end up eating dishes that have lots of veg and little meat, of which i either take a little bit off or leave out completely.

but of course, there are times (like right now) when i eat a kfc chicken chunk, because my friend stuffed one under my nose. heh. how absolutely ironic after all that gibberish i wrote just a paragraph earlier! but ANYWAY,

while i was doling out food for myself and the other pseudo-vegetarians in our company , this army cook asked for my number. for fear of my food becoming dangerously contaminated with hacked spit and what nots for the remainder of my training in the CLS, i decided to meekly surrender my number. and wowee he has called me a total of FOUR times today. 2 times i missed because i usually miss phonecalls anyway, and 1 i picked up in the afternoon, during which he referred to himself as that guy in the army, and then hung up after i said i was at graduation ceremony (which i was!). and THEN again he rang me while i was on the way home from xin-zhuang, of which i didnt pick up, cuz i didnt feel like it.

gah. im really not interested in making small talk with people im not interested in the first place, if that makes any sense to you. i hate how he had this gleeful look on his face just because i gave him my number. seriously, does he think he stands a chance now that he can hear my phone's ring tone? do taiwan guys all associate phone-number-getting with conquest?! AND he just messaged to ask me out "for a walk" tomorrow. siao liao. so annoying.

i msged him to say i already have a boyfriend, sorry if he got the wrong idea. plus, i am going to be busy with 30hr famine run-through. gah. looks like food's gonna suck for the next 2 weeks in CLS. i better pack my own bread.

because i am lazy

im just going to copy over what i wrote on the OTHER blog to this one... hehe


wahhh lets see wut ive been doing for the past few weeks. well there was the hell week of fanatic last-minute studying which didnt result in anything much - i actually did surprisingly bad for my finals heh but thankfully a decent midterms plus other students' academic malfunctions more than made up for it. SO.. ive successfully made it through another term at med school without flunking a single subject! hehe yay!

then after a night of frantic sewing of the cadaver, we were packed off to this combined logistics school for... i seriously dont know why, except maybe to adjust our lifestyles to very healthy ones. we had lecture after useless lecture (save the ones on emergency CPR and stretcher carrying - altho its actually the medic's job), and meal after salty meal. hah. the food is actually better than that in school can you believe?

the funny thing is, almost everyone's down with constipation while we're in camp from mon - fri. and when we're on the bus back to sch for the wkend, even before entering the school gates, half the people wanted to poop already haha. talk about toilet recognition! i dont know why that is though, perhaps its the food.. or just that nauseous ARMY scent that tightens our rectal muscles so.

eh ive been spending the past wkends alternating between crazy shopping to vent all that pent-up retail energy ive garnered throughout the term (i actually went and bought 6 pairs of shoes in one day; they were going for NT300 for 2 pairs - so cheap!) and preparing for this 30hr famine thing that im really dreading.

tomorrow's going to be another busy day - got to run through the games section of the 30hr famine - im in charge and i feel that i know nothing!! hehe.. im not the leader type lah. i can be a very responsible, hardworking peon, but i make for a really bad leader! oh well fingers crossed.

hopefully i'll get to packing my luggage for my trip back to sg (yay!) i figure i actually dont have much time for that cuz the 30hr famine's next week and the week after that i'll be on my happy way home!

boot camp version 2.0

ok, the holidays have finally rolled around and its time for a much-dreaded second dose of military boot camp. this time, we are having our 5-week-long camp at the flaky campus of the Combined Logistics School (whose name i had to google for its equivalence in english), snugly situated in the windy/rainy flatlands of Linkou.

the lessons thus far have been unbearably boring, save the few emergency rescue sequences involving random and desperate entanglement of limbs of students, and an extremely lively CPR class involving Annie - a rubber doll with tremendous personality (and a head of hair that falls off in its entirety). Annie's sexual orientation was one of the main focal points of the 4-hour long lesson - from chin up she/he looked like a man; from the torso, she looked ever so feminine. Groin examination did not yield any substantial result as the manufacturers of said product have conveniently decided that Annie would suffice with sponge pelvis and legs. Also, while Annie had brilliantly gold-brown eyes, she was donning white sneakers with blue soles - a painful reminent of the most cheena of students, circa 1970-1980s. Flattening of the world, indeed. alas, vigorous attempts to revive the comatose Annie at the standard ratio of 30:2, resulted in nothing but a bunch of very sweaty students with bruised hands.

food in the combined logistics school outshines the school cafeteria by light years. if not for the chronic under-preparation of meal rations, i would have consumed far more. the snug little tuck-shop at the CLS is a sanctuary for NDMC students for what it lacks in variety it makes up in rock-bottom prices. NT10 for a pseudo-solero cone (available in vanilla/choc and blueberry-that-appears-purple), and NT12 for a chocolate coated vanilla stick of whatchamacallit. comfort food never comes any cheaper than that!

well, to balance things a little, just in case it is starting to sound like the place is growing on me, here are list of annoyances and irritants at the CLS:

1)people-in-charge who drone on and on about nothing at all (and eating into our bridge schedule)
2)dimwits who steal cutlery
3)giant mosquitoes of the aedes variety which have proboscis so goddamn fucking thick that you squeal in pain the moment they penetrate your skin, promptly causing a reflex action that unfortunately results in the untimely desmise of the winged-vampire.
4)suspiciously smelly mosquito nets
5)annoying rules that force students to stay awake in class
6)equally annoying rules that prevent students from reading 'other' books in class
7)dearth of exercise time
8)instructors who think that EVERY student is signed on to the military (sigh)
9)constipation (common ailment in CLS, dunno why)

typing the above list has made me tremendously sleepy. therefore i will end here for tonight, Au Revoir you guys!