i'm a little teapot

Just came back from watching the live action adaptation of Rurouni Kenshin.

All I can say is: Saitou will always be my number one flying ipis <3

Re-reading the Temeraire series with slash goggles firmly on is very enjoyable. I highly recommend it.

Also, I love it whenever Temeraire fiddles with his shiny. I just want to hug that dragon to death. xD

It's a dire state of affairs indeed when your computer screen looks like this:

...instead of this:


...when the module is expected to be a no-brainer.

FUCK YOU DERMATOLOGY.

The more I read Star Trek fic, the more I'm convinced that Vulcan is partly based on Filipino, at least for their terms of endearment.

Cases in point:

k'hat'n'dlawa - half of each other's heart and soul. This may have been derived from kahati ng dalawa, which kind of doesn't make sense in Filipino because its literal translation is "one half of two [somethings]," but it's a phrase that a non-native speaker would construct. I guess it's meant to convey something along the lines of "someone I am cloven to." If this is the case, I would have used kabiyak ng puso (k'byak'n'pso? heh), the old-fashioned term for spouse, which literally translates to "the other half of [my] heart."

k'diwa - beloved (used to address one's k'hat'n'dlwa). This could have been taken from kadiwa, a Filipino word meaning "a person of the same spirit, essence, or consciousness [as me]". It's a very rough translation, seeing as it's difficult to translate the prefix ka- to English, but I guess this is close enough.

My Facebook wall is still imploding with all the Pacquiao brouhaha. He really should have retired years ago, while he was still at the peak of his career.

In other news, I am slowly dying. What else is new?

Because classics just bear re-reading again. Star Wars: A New Hope mashed up with Backstroke of the West subtitles.

1. Why I didn't start watching The Voice last season, I will never know. I find it more entertaining than American Idol these days.

2. The construction for TV5's new studio a few blocks away is more than halfway done, and by the time they're through and fully up and operational, I will never be able to get to school without encountering traffic, because, without a doubt, Willie Revillame's fans (may that repulsive man go and die in a fire) will camp out on the street waiting for a chance to get inside and be seen in his crazy-ass, creepy-and-sleazy-and-offensive-as-fuck noontime show. Argh.

3. My schedule, let me show you the madness ( *cries* )

4. JUST A LITTLE MORE THAN TWO WEEKS LEFT.

Exams and preceptorials to be taken/done this week:

Monday: Neuropathology Module Exam 1
Tuesday: Neurologic Examination Practicals
Wednesday: Ethics of Brain Death SGD (AM), Hemorrhagic Stroke Case SGD (PM)
Thursday: Neurological Patient Encounter
Friday: Clinico-pathologic Conference case presentation

Stuff that I was able to do:

Monday: Neuropathology Module Exam 1 (which I bombed, boo! D:)
Tuesday: Neurologic Examination Practicals (which I aced, yay! :D)
Wednesday: nil

But Val, you may ask, why aren't you able to accomplish the other tasks?

Well, it may be because I was diagnosed with freaking pneumonia.

I had a cold for most of last week (which brought on an asthma attack, so I was a snot-producing, wheezing blob of flesh since last week, blegh), which I attributed to the icky weather (hot during the day, cold as hell at night) and my relative immunocompromised state brought about by my lack of sleepytimes. Then I had a 38.5C fever on Sunday night, which persisted the entire day on Monday (hence the less-than-stellar performance on the exam) and woke up with a 39C fever on Tuesday. Finished the Neuro PE practicals in the morning (which I got through only by the grace of someone/-thing holy) and decided to skip the afternoon lectures on Tuesday so I could get myself checked out. Chest findings are negative at the moment, but the doctor heard rales on one of my lungs (I forgot which lung, I was kind of out of it yesterday), so I may have to get another one later just to confirm the diagnosis for the medical certificate I have to give the school to excuse my absence from the requirements I'll miss this week.

The doctor actually wanted to admit me into the hospital right then and there, but in the end decided not to when she learned that we have a nebulizer at home. So she prescribed me 2 antibiotics (the price of which made my dad's eyes bug out) and changed my asthma meds from salbutamol alone to salbutamol + ipratropium, with an added bonus of salmeterol + fluticasone.

Types of drug classes I'm currently taking: 1 macrolide, 1 second-generation cephalosporin, 2 B2-adrenergic agonists (1 short-acting and 1 long-acting), 1 anticholinergic, and 1 glucocorticoid. Yeah.

My bedside table is occupied by my antibiotics, my inhaler, and a huge bottle of water. The floor beside my bed is littered with discarded pieces of tissue that I was not able to shoot into the trashbin I placed beside me.

Why oh why do I have to get sick this week? D:

Okay, confession time: I haven't watched anything from SPN S7 beyond 7x02 yet, because I am in COMPLETE DENIAL THAT CAS MAY NEVER COME BACK. However, I still read the spoiler posts over at ontd_spnparty, mostly because I want to know the exact moment Misha Collins will make an appearance. (It has been said that hope springs eternal.) And the production stills from 7x12 JUST ABOUT KILLED WHAT BRAIN CELLS I HAVE LEFT.

1. Will Set You Free by scaramouche is one of the best, crackiest, and shortest SPN S6 fix-it fics I've had the pleasure of reading. :D

2. Dragon Age is eating my brain. So far I've parallel-played 3 characters (with different origin stories, natch) up to Redcliffe Castle. One may say I am obsessed. They won't be wrong.

3. Just finished watching the 2011 Big Fat Quiz of the Year. Still can't find it in myself to like David Walliams. He seems so superlicious, argh.