i miss my bunny!

i miss rhino!
he's gone to ipswich to stay with shin for 2 weeks.
only because i cannot look after him while i'm in colchester.
and beeps doesn'tlike the fact that he poops.

because rhino is soooo cute.
here are some pictures to remind everyone of how sweetycuteadorable he is.

rhino azegami tan

the fluffy poopie

when he was a bunny-dog

well, this is what everyone says, coz apparently rabbits don't walk

with one foot in front of the other

rhino spends a lot of time sitting around

sometimes, he looks like a sphinx!

a doublepompomsphinx!

sometimes, he likes to play dead

it means he's totally chilled out

rhino is fat

(actually, just 2.8kg, which isn't fat in bunny terms, but he LOOKS it)

and likes to sit in the sunshine

like a cat

i think he's really photogenic

i'm always making him pose with me

when i'm bored

i bully him into wearing my hair accesories, ribbons, and collars

he doens't mind it for a little bit

but if you leave them on for too long

he tries to force them off with his paws

i love my bunny

and my bunny loves me

(and sometimes shin)

x D

i don't see my raisins enough!!

and formy raisins who don't see me enough,

here's sara and i in london

2 days of gossip, bumping into someone we didn't want to see, boyfs (sara's got one!! and kim, he's super brainy), scoffing more than we could eat, ruthless nat (and nat, you bought a dvf?! show!), strange friend's boyfs (yes, we are very intellectual ok), pining for summer dresses, birthday-blahdays-f-f-we're-22, sewing and overdue essays, drawing the line between boyfs and boy friends...

at the end of our huge ass dimsum.

there was a man wearing tiny khaki shorts

it was so tight, am sure his balls were ischaemic

sara + d at home

am very excited coz my bitch is coming to london! and so is natty! yay, i can't wait to see you guys!!

x D

indulgence disgusts

having a sinful week.

i have discovered i am fat.
and before you discredit that statement, wait til the end.

1 225g bag of Galaxy Minstrels chocolates all to my self
i am currently having a chocolate craving, and trust me, i really do not like chocolate at all. but first, stupid kitkat came up with chunky kitkat peanut butter and tiramisu flavour, and then i read an article that the average person in the UK spends 70 quid on chocolate a year and scoffs 10kg per person per year, and it's friggin easter and all the easter eggs are packaged in coloured card and shiney foil, and i wanna just pick at the foil like a blue jay and eat the creamy brown insides like a cow.

2 packets of skittles on my own (then was so inspired, googled for the skittles website, and now want to order all the amazing flavours online -- including ice cream and sours)

2 macdonald's breakfasts.
sausage and egg mcmuffin and pancakes with sausage, mealed with hash brown and OJ.
am mcfuckin unhealthy to be able to eat that twice in a week.

3 portions of beef -- with fat fried to a crisp -- in the 7 days
it is really too much red meat. i ASKED the teppanyaki chef to fry the fat for me (in butter, no less) and put it on my plate.

1/2 family sized portion raspberry trifle (cream and custard. i loooove loooooove you)

3 home made macadamia pancakes (pancakes are eggs, milk, fat and flour. how can they be healthy?) with creme fraise and castor sugar

3 pieces KFC chicken parts (unidentified) with gravy. you know the stuff that they pour all over the mash potatoes in singapore? you can buy pots of the stuff here to dip your chicken into. it is soooooo delish with french fries, which i had too.

numerous digestive cookies and caramel snack-a-jacks with equally numerous cups of milky tetley

domino's pizza with garlic bread and chicken dippers, coz it was an emergency, having had no food in the kitchen at 2130 in ipswich. nothing is open at 2130 in ipswich.

*sounds revolting when you list it*


with that monumental amount of grease ladden food, it's no wonder that all the fat floating around in my blood has no where to go, and is squeezed out of my vessels and deposited under my skin around my eyes.

i have xanthalesma.




i have fat around my eyes. (that is not my eye. and no, mine aren't as bad as that, but still.. illustrating a point)


i have also acquired new things! (shopping is an addiction)


x D

so, i'm doing paediatrics at the moment.

every morning, the senior house officers go to the neonatal ward and check on the babies who were born the day before.
because barts makes us sign of everything we see/do/hear, i tag along and do baby checks too.

new born babies are the most adorable creatures!!
they have this puckered up face, with ducky lips, and wrinkly skin, they smell of johnson's & johnson's. their eyes are all doeful.

a thorough check involves (from the head down, and as much as i can remember)...

• check fontanelles and sutures
• eyes for red reflex
• top 1/3 of ear above level of eye
• suction and palate
• brachial pulse, beats per minute
• heart sounds
• breath sounds, breaths per minute
• abdominal examination (and ask if baby has had a poo or pee)
• external genital examination
• anus patent?
• femoral pulse
• signs of hip dysplasia (most exciting bit, where you actually physically try to dislocate their hip joint)
• check feet for talipes
• moore's relfex *

* aheeeem, DID YOU KNOW (kelly + ken especially, coz i know you love my didyouknows) that new born babies are pretty much like monkeys. they have all these primitive reflexes that baby monkeys have. but at 4 months, they start to lose these reflexes, coz they don't need to hold on to trees if they fall out of a branch, and they don't need to steady themselves by grabbing things when they're sleeping in trees.

was all inspired and felt sudden rush of maternalism when checking the babies, but then suddenly realised how massive they are.

really, 4kg of human being is no joke when it comes to expulsion through a hole -- which if lucky, only ever has to deal with 5 inches of manly girth.

and also, how awkwardly shaped they are!

no wonder the mums were all sore. oooooooooooouch episiotomies are soooo not funny.

and just in case you think you're clever and want to have a caesarian, think again!

after splitting your skin and fat, the gynae gets to your underlying muscles, and they don't cut it open. oohhhh noooo. they tear your muscles apart as apparently, this heals better.

and while i still think that babies are the most adorable-est things that women could ever create from scratch (besides cute character shaped cookies which also ranks highly), the thought of forcing one through your vagina is highly unappealing.

x D