Derm, I'm soooooo glad it's over

It’s time for my customary post-test blog again, and because for once I’m home so early on a Friday, I don’t really know what to do with myself, so here I am blogging.
After this, I think I will re-read Order of the Phoenix, in time for the movie next week (WHHHEEEE!) you guys wanna watch with us (I meant me and wk of course)? If not, we’re thinking of asking our new cg mates. Somehow the HP movies always coincide with a new cg cos I remember us having a good cg outing last movie. Each HP movie seems to represent a different stage in my life. I watched the first movie with my sec sch good frens, the 2nd one with my jc good frens after our post-A level exams chalet, the 3rd one with Wk, and the fourth with my previous cg.
[Oh one of my cg mates asked me to join them in a drinking session and although he claimed my eyes lit up at the prospect of drinking, it was more like my eyes widened in incredulity at the idea of drinking at 6pm in the evening.]

I have nothing much to say abt the derm test except that I screwed up ALL aspects of the test. However, I shall expound on (and laugh at) the various silly rules they implemented so that you guys will be forewarned.

First is the envelope rule. We were all given an envelope before the test with our cg numbers and index numbers printed on it (not our names, mind you) and we’re supposed to put our handphones and pdas inside and surrender it to them. I of course blanched immediately at the thought of not having my hp with me for 3hrs and the possibility of losing it and having it stolen (which is quite likely) since Wk is immediately plotting how she can use her name as group leader to steal all our phones.

Also, girls must wear covered shoes among other strict dress codes, and we must all make sure that our collars have been turned down, which of course immediately tempted Wq to sabo Sc by giving a good luck pat on his back while turning up his collar. Haha.

And the nurse even told us to button the middle or last button of our white coats.
Wk (bewilderedly): “does buttoning up one button makes us look professional?”
Me (buttoning my buttons): “if I button one more button than you, does that make me more professional?”

The most ridiculous thing is that they kept stressing to us to greet our doctors “good afternoon doctors” and the patient “good afternoon patient”. Repeatedly.
We were sitting outside the rooms waiting nervously, when Y asked me (jokingly I hope):” What was it they asked us to say when we enter the room?” And C (seriously, I think) asked me: ”Is 5.45pm considered afternoon or evening? Should we say good evening instead?” [Sometimes, I really can’t tell when these two guys are joking.]
And me (definitely sarcastically): “Well, they told us to say “good afternoon” so we better stick to that.” And when I went in, I got to as far as “Good Aft-“ before I got rudely interrupted by “What’s your name?”

Sigh… let’s just say I’m glad derm posting is over, and I’m glad I did the posting, if only for the reason of finding out that I am definitely NOT interested in derm. Seriously, if I were to examine another non-existent freckle, I am going to puke.

I don’t know how the dermatologists do it, two weeks of bending over someone’s face and making sympathetic noises over solar lentigenes is more than I could take. It really takes a special caliber of doctor to be a dermatologist. They all have fantastic PR skills and grace, and look young and well-dressed and beautiful. Even the men.
I noticed some striking similarities in fact, Sc and I even agree upon a List. For someone who doesn’t really care much abt her appearance, I feel very un-ladylike next to them. The guys agree.
Me: Some girls are very sensitive.
Sc: Not all girls are like that.
Me: Yar like me, my skin very thick.
Wq (before I could even finish my sentence): Ya that’s very true.
Me: I have thickened stratified corneum.
Sc: Lichenified liao.
Me: -_-“

Speaking of the guys. Sometimes, I feel like some things never change, they’re still my walking kakis (ha! That’s a pun) and everyday we spent the walk talking abt our day, actually more like bitching abt our day (it’s a very long walk from the nsc to the mrt), haha sounds so mushy, but I look forward to it everyday, and it kept me through the absolute dullness and ‘fei-ness’ of this posting.