Guess Who's In Town!

Looking dapper outside No. 10 Downing Street with Cameron (LUCKY GUY)

Here's another hint:

Did someone say Roger Federer? Rafa Nadal? Andy Murray? Novak Djokovic???

NB: This picture doesn't correlate with this year's contenders, just as a head's up. I couldn't seem to find the official poster for this year. Tsonga is out and Soderling is in.

What else, if not the Barclays ATP World Tour Finals.

And the boys are already in Londontown!

So fingers crossed, come this Wednesday, we will be breathing the same air in the O2 as Rafa or even.....dare I say.......Djoker. Either way, tennis is still tennis and I am on a mission to max out on my tennis tournaments here in London. Be it The Championships at Wimbledon, or this.

I'm smiling already :)

Seriously, I don't think I was ever this excited when it came to Liverpool.

Kidding!

One of Those Days

Today is one of those days. A little bit of the weather and not seeing the sun the entire day, plus a cauldron of unspoken emotions deep within and I guess, just the dire routine of going to Epsom - although ironically today was one of the days that I probably accomplished more.

Got my procedure signed off, got the general sign off from the attachment.

What else more?

Today should be a happy day.

But instead I'm feeling completely out of it.

Yes, I could go on about how Med School is tough, how my level of enthusiasm fluctuates from time to time, how I should have been pleased today that I successfully described and recognised an SVT from an ECG in A&E (woots Cardio), or how I actually got around to doing some hands-on stuff in theatre on Monday. But sometimes it's not really about Med School in general.

It's just me. And today is one of those days that I would like to just curl up in a ball and disappear.

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For as long as I could remember, I have been plagued by the 'female curse' of being extremely wary of the 'Face of Shing' that I bring to the public eye.

As much as I have prided myself on being versatile in the past, sadly, thanks to very early starts and trying to turn over a new leaf by cutting down on the retail therapy, I have not had many chances to experiment with different looks as of late.

However, I have noticed a certain trend in my style throughout the years, although I have been labelling myself as versatile. Possibly not enough, to be honest. Most looks have been meandering around the theme of 'girly' and 'poised' and 'structured', and after Gossip Girl appeared on the scene: 'Blair Waldorf'.

A couple of years ago, I was obsessed with headbands.

For the sake of my wallet, I am glad these Headband Moguls: Sereni and Shentel had not existed back in 2006. The fact that they are Kuching girls, born and bred, prides me to say that despite its lack of shopping malls and big labels, no one writes of Kch girls as lacking style ;)

On another note, I am extremely tempted to get that piece above, except that their blog shop is based online, and it would be ridiculous to pay for shipping for something Malaysian-made all the way to London.

Fast forward a year or so later, when Gossip Girl was born, and the headband fever continued, being fuelled even more so, by this fictitious lady:

Blair Waldorf - whose style was the bane of my life for a good 4 years or so. I would say that she still is my 'Fashion Guru', but I have been trying to move away from monotone and add some more twists into my outfits.

Of course it was she who pioneered my venture into coloured tights, structured blouses, pencil skirts, the preppy look (although I might beg to differ on that, I remember being distinctly preppy even in my Concord days), and unfortunately high heels.

But then again, there is only so much one can pull off looking like a New York Upper East Side Socialite every day without getting bored of it eventually. And suffice to say, these London cobblestone pathways were NOT made for tottering stilettos.

Which is why I would love to be able to emulate this lovely lady as far as I can:

Olivia Palermo - all the faces of her in this picture sum up ALL possible looks one could pull off. Elegant, girly, structured, casual, quirky.

Of course one would need the equally amazing supermodel figure, as well as the numerous digits in her bank account. Seeing as I am about five times fatter, and NOT a New York socialite with a never-ending cash flow, I will resort to my High Street and infinitely less fashionable self for the time being.

Next purchase will be a sleeveless puffer jacket, in my attempt to revamp myself into a less girly 'face'.

And I am serious!

Joke of the Day

Sometimes I think God works in mysterious ways :)

I have been having horrible bouts of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), and although retail therapy did help slightly, this couldn't have come at a more suitable moment to brighten up my day......with laughter.

Just to recap, last week I had a mock OSCE which started off the week in the WORST possible way. Firstly because I had been horribly ill over the weekend and secondly because I was STILL ill when I went for it and was not prepared at all. And oh, did I forget the last reason? Because we were doing it with some people who were on their Paeds placement and did I mention that I know NOTHING about Paeds? The Paediatric examination station didn't help. I had never done one before and the kid would not stay still / was eating crisps!! I wanted to kill him at the end of it. And yes, I mean it literally.

I left the OSCE feeling horrible. Sure that I had flunked it grandly. Then SURPRISE there was a written MCQ paper to follow. Even better. True/False questions. Just my cup of tea. MORE Paeds questions....and to be fair, Medicine and Surgery as well. But just as terrible.

Today, I got the emailed results, and was expecting to see multiple FAILS all over the Word Document.

To my immense surprise, I:

1) Passed my written MCQ! ZOMG there must be a Cerulean tinge to the moon right now! Amidst all those Paeds questions and me hacking my lungs out, I managed to get a pretty decent pass.

2) Not only passed my OSCE too, but got this comment for my Paeds examination station:

'Demonstrated a perfect Paediatric examination. A natural Paediatrician in the making.'

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. This sparked a good amount of uncontrollable laughter and I am still amused!

The whole world knows that I am not fond of Paeds. Or kids in general. I have not done it yet, and I even know that I will already hate it. Plus, I was almost in exasperation with the crisp-eating and a super sloppy respiratory examination. What can I say: the examiner must have been blind!

But works out well for me. Brightened up my day indeed!

HAHAHAAHA. What d'u think? Perhaps I should add Paediatrics to my (super short and super biased) list of career choices.