The amount of lies I am stumbling upon are building up to a crescendo that threatens to drown out the once overpowering sense of love. Why I never bothered to take a peek at things that I had at my fingertips is a wonder. Perhaps the cordial sense of trust built up by proximity was an awesome blinding power. Now, a simple snap of the fingers could dislocate the fragile bond she holds with me. So what? I don't care, anymore.

But right now I have too many things to do. The thought of being swamped by exams is not as suffocating when you know nothing of your syllabus or if you know your work too well. For me, it is my ignorance of my current medical syllabus at UCD in Ireland that's putting me at ease. When will I actually get down to work? When I fail the first exam in my life?

One of the other things I have to do something about is my hair. The guys and girls here seem to prefer me in short hair. Well, a simple haircut would be the answer. But not if you were me. I'm just too bleeding lazy to go out for a trim let alone a cut even tho' my hair is a highly unattractive tangle of vines.

Other things I have to do are cook, cook, cook and cook. Ah, the joys of eating come with the burden of cooking for oneself when one is alone. As the resident eater, I am perpetually shuttling between the stove and the hall/room. This endless stream of food doesn't seem to have given me any extra fat... funny... maybe I'm not balancing things?

Out of this sombre mood, out of the O's of the opening sentences of these last few paragraphs, that presentation of mine went really well. Even though I decided to go ahead and read straight off my script, the little hip-joint lecture of mine went without an avulsion on the 22d of Nov.

On the whiny side (oh no! another O to start a paragraph): If only I had been given 20 mins instead of the 5 mins allocated, ever single unimportant gag would have been pulled off perfectly. As it was, I took a whole of 13 mins and still had to cut out the walk and wiggle "performance" by Ms. Naughton and Ms. Dillon... sigh, a great f**king waste that was. More medically, I had to rush through the radiographs of the hip fracture, cutting out lots of explanations.

Otherwise, ("O" again!!!) my little lecture was generally well received. According to my Msian housemate, the guys at the back were laughing. Due to the time constrain, I didn't have the leisure of glowing/beaming every time a gag hit the target, like I usually do. Irish-wise, "i was just so taken aback wit ur talent4public speaking! ;-D (...A golden gateway... Priceless!)" was one of the catchier compliments I got.