.:a sUdDeN sLiP:.

After the dinner party last night, I had an early bedtime (3 am is considered early here in medstew world)

Understandably, I then woke up somewhere around 6.00 am, and couldnt get myself to hit the bed after that..

What would a guy will do in the eerie, silent, cold winter morning?

Waffles……


Its been sometime since the last time I made waffles, but it still taste the same .. I hadnt loss my skill yet, although I did forget the composition needed to produce "the perfect mixture"…so I had to believe my instinct and voila!!!

The still-perfect waffles

p/s: we then had a wonderful waffle-breakfast session before each of us lead back to our normal, routine life (or in my case, writing a horribly boring case history)

Our Rector apparently had won some political position blablabla, and with miracle by our side, we actually got a Saturday-off…(just to make him feel better, he post announcement everywhere saying the day-off is due to some electrical techie things…whateva big guy..)


Anyway,not having anything better to do this freaking cold winter saturday, we whisked away a get-together dinner party. Not everyone can make it though, some have other plans with their loved one..your loss, dude ..hehee


Menu comprised of:-
1. Smoked, semi-grilled chicken with BBQ gravy and a pitch of lemon-garlic sprinkles - (me)
2. Green salad with sausage and dressed with an original French vineaiggrate - (me)
3. The fabulous "Mee Kari" - (malchik) ..owh..it taste so good it reminds me of the pasar malam back home
4. Homemade Banana Cake - (malchik) ..without denying the fact that its a little "bantut" , it still taste wonderfully good!!!


who cares about politics when u got good friends and warm food??? heheehehe

The initial state of a peaceful neonates (lat: Newborn)

But it doesnt last long when the evil Dr ripped him from his dreamland and start poking here and there, and making him do silly things like Moro reflex and all..

The last challenge came when the girls was watching with eyes filled with fear and anxiety, anticipating how on earth they are going to change the diapers of this newborn (or their future children, for that matters)
since there is no nurse available at proximity

Not everyone is having a bad time. The last pic shown a premature baby with exteremely Low Birth Weight, yet still lucky not having us guys poking him here and there, and he played the "Im premature infants" card well, so we could not even get 10 m near him (this picture is taken secretly, without the permission of the owner, anyway, the owner still hadnt figure out yet how to give permission)

and thus…after 5 long tiring years of anticipating that Daniel going to change his typical hair-style..he at last, DID it!!!

OMG!! OMG!! he actually got to that "u look better in short hairstyle" crap I gave him the preceeding weeks..

and, here a pic clip

congratulations for making that "one of those big changes I ever commited in my life"

p/s: he might be flattering, but he did said that the new hairdo was inspired by mine during the previous Raya celebration…and whatevathehell that means, I WAS flattered..haha

Songs "Warm Whispers" by Missy Higgins

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Your warm whispers
Out of the dark, they carry my heart
Your warm whispers
Into the dawn they carry me through

And I’m weeping warm honey and milk
That you stay surrounding me, surrounding me

Your warm whispers
Letting me drown in a pool of you
Your warm whispers
Are keeping the noise from breaking through

And I’m weeping warm honey and milk
That you stay surrounding me, surrounding me

Yeah I’m weeping warm honey and milk
That you stay surrounding me

Your warm whispers
Your warm whispers

And I’m weeping warm honey and milk
Your warm whispers
Yeah I’m weeping warm honey and milk
Your warm whispers

Yeah…you’re gone..you’re gone
Ohh….you’re gone,,you’re gone

Your warm whispers
Your warm whispers
Your warm whispers

p/s : This song had top-rated my "The Fear You Wont Fall" by Joshua Radin…and The Fear You Wont Fall had been in my list for like 3 years…so u can conclude that this "Warm Whispers" is AWESOME,,,Kudos to maddie for introducing me to Missy Higgins

"Things had been quite chaotic this last few days…and for that..I deserve something NEW"

"The bag I am using now is a little bit old, since it had been in use since I was in 2nd year, plus several torn n tears here and there"

"My current bag colour is brown…like, who the hell is wearing brown anymore now??"

"My current bag is a sling bag, and with all the hand-thingeys Im having now, maybe a rug-sack would be a better choice"

"C’mon,…its only 1000 ruble, approximately RM 100++, its a good deal for this beauty, aight??"

"I havent wear a rug-sack for quite sometimes…"

"This looks like the okhrana uniform…maybe I can use it as camouflage to enter the hostel whenever I forgot to bring my student ID?"

"Its large…and I’m large…so it suits"

THE ABOVE MENTION STATEMENT IS MERELY A SELF-CONSOLING SESSIONS BETWEEN ME AND MY INNER SIDE..JUST TO JUSTIFY MY LATEST PURCHASING OF THIS RUG-SACK, WHICH I LOOOVE VERY MUCH (well, at least for now

After a thorough hours of thinking, accompanied by more than a few cups of warm milk & honey, tea, n sugar-laden cookies, I ultimately decided…

I AM NOT OPTING FOR THE SURGERY !!

well, not yet..

I will need this hand of mine to study, copy notes, write test, and cook (so I can feed myself while reading) for the upcoming exam. So, the prospect of surgery which will render my hand useless for 3 months plus a complimentary stay in the hospital wards doesnt seems very promising for the near future..

Just to give you an idea of what they will do to my wrist (if I surrender and let them drug me), I attached this illustration I steal somewhere from the net..

It doesnt look hurt at all, does it ??

so..thats it, no surgery for me..but I will appreciate a complimentary prescription of Vicodyn for my chronic pain (I didnt just sound like Dr House, did I?? - nah..I am more irritating than him)

p/s : do u think the Soviet meds allow them to home-arrest me and then forcefully put me under gen anesthesia and cut me up for the sake of "humanity development of medicine"????

Today is amazing..I mean it, A-MAZING…

Had a crappy class for pediatrics where we managed NOT TO LEARN anything, I then head to the Hospital Complex for my appointment with the Otrhopedic..

Being the clumsy person I am, I lost my snow cap seconds before I started my journey to the upper hill of volgo, and yes, I end up climbing the hill (they really find a suitable place to build a hospital, with one-legged person climbing up the hill with their prothestic leg) with the chill winter winds blowing right onto my face..

Being told that I got a hjfoiaehighwipoj in my wrist joint and it can only be removed surgically, which will render my hand useless for the next two months (that is, if I opt for the operations)..

Then I walked downhill, again with the chill wind…

Arrived at my room, feel all headache, and with a runny nose..an hour later, the fever struck…

what do you do when you got a lost snowcap+nogneageaigi in your wrist joint + upcoming surgery + future useless right hand + upcoming exam + runny nose + sore throat + fever ??????

A CUP OF MUSHROOM SOUP and GOOD SONGS…it will, somehow, lighten the whole things I hope..

isnt life amazing???

I am pretty sure you didnt know I am wishing you Happy Birthday, and even went to that length where I actually bought a cake to celebrate this meaningful event, even without your presence..

It struck some people as weird, me celebrating an unnamed celebration, and like I had promised before, the nature of this event will never be told, for as long as this secret is safely kept.

Its bitter, and its sweet too.., the cake I mean, .its bittersweet i guess, and that…pretty much explained the whole thing..

For whatever reasons that might not be told here, I knew we could never talk again, particularly about this..

Thus, let it be a silent wishes of birthday from afar…

p/s: If some of you happen to read this (yes, I mean you), and guess that this post is dedicated to you, you can be assured that it IS NOT

DISCLAIMER : This story, or any of its part, -while the title did resemble it somehow - have nothing to do with the award-winning Brokeback mountain movies..

once upon a time, there’s live a guy in the deep isolated corner of the world. He’s one simple, down-to-earth guy who believes that he made up all the shit around him, and extremely well-known for his carelessness among the population of Volavola town..

one day, he went out from his little hiroshima-hut, stumbling his way around in the dark, cold morning of Volavola winter. Being the careless guy he is, he didnt give a shit whether its dark, and whether its safe for him to walk alone…

…its an ice-layered, slippery road in the Volavola village, and poor the guy didnt aware of it ..(or he did know, but just couldnt see what coming next)…and before he knew it……….

BAM!!!!

oh, we forgot to mention the guy - as clumsy as he is - actually determined to be a surgeon. He did have his medical training sometime ago within his long, complicated life history. So while limping naturally like a beaten dog, he actually managed to sustain himself from further injury and administer a self first-aid procedure..

he visited the nearest healer to improvise his condition - who happen to be his teacher. Guess what the teacher said? " hah, I know you would coming back!!!"..

  waiting for the X-ray examination …where his guru will look past the physical boundary of cell membrane, and visualise the inner structure of our poor guy’s broken hand…

and so, after several consultations, the guru decided that the guy wrist joint had a microfracture, complicated with a partial dislocation…

after several eventful trial of manual repositioning, -where the guru using hand skill, trying to reposition the guy’s wrist, who screamed with agony since the guru didnt even want to wait till the local anesthesia take effect- our poor guy ended up in this elastic bandage…

…chin up, he walked back to his Volavola village, went into his hiro-hut, and settle down beneath the safety if his blanket..wishing that this is all just a bad dream..

..he just didnt know that when he wake up, the bandage will still be there, smiling at him, reminding him of how ruthless the day before had been

- THE END OF A CRAP STORY PARt 1-