It’s time to explain the whole razor and cream story behind Albie’s comment, everytime when randomness is involved. Haha. It all started on a faithful evening at the International Airport of Kuala Lumpur when I have just arrived and met Angeles for the very first time. Turned out that the Al-Funny Albie was on his way to the airport to bring a troop to welcome my arrival as well, to fly to magical Rome before going back to his home in San Giovanni.

We met up at the airport and had coffee and a random conversation about Albie’s ‘growth’. Not an extra ‘limb’, but skin on his hand (I think) and he was recommending Angeles this cream he used that helped remove it. Angeles was confused, because she has no skin growth, in which Albie replied, “Just in case you want to get rid of your nipple” or something along those lines. In which I made a really random and stupid comment of using razor instead.

The end.

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Before: 62 kg

After: 56 kg

Causes:
- worship of the Gods of Slacks a bit too much leading to laziness to cook proper meals
- a lot more work out, and by ‘work out’, I’m referring to the 200m hike up the hill from the medical centre to School of Biological Sciences in less than 10 minutes. That’s a record OK!
- a lot more walking these days due to lack of exercise when being home
- the once-in-3000-years heatwave probably burned some of the fat (or lack of)

Clinical Treatment:
- increase of beef intake over the past 2 weeks
- more take away than cooking
- increase in Domino’s Meat Lover pizza intake, coupled with Coke (HEAVEN!) - Only $4.95!

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Almost killed myself yesterday due to Body Systems essays!

It takes about a few miliseconds to take one step forward while walking. To describe taking one step while walking, physiologically and anatomically, it takes 3 full pages of writing.

And that is in dot points.

Please, kill me.

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I probably say the stupidest things sometimes. The filter between my brain and mouth doesn’t work particularly well under stress.

After a grueling session in the medical library yesterday, I went to visit Inge, the super nice and gentle supervisor I used to volunteer with. She had stroke, and I was there to cheer her up - although she was quite happy already. I told her I wanted to exchange position with her, and she told me, she wants to knock me hard in the head if she had the might.

She’ll get well soon. She’s too kind, positive and nice to die so early.

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Ren’s baby is due tomorrow! It’s her first child, and I’ll drop in the Women’s and Children’s Hospital to visit her tomorrow. :D