Lady Luck Speaks

Desi dating and desires from the doctor of delight.

Friday, September 22, 2006

Attention: Colombo Bloggers

I shall be gracing your fair city from Sunday for the next month/so. It'd be a pleasure to meet up with you, so feel free to drop me an email and arrange something :)

It's time to get me off...

God Bless Basement Jaxx - their tunes are infectious things!

I best do my own bit of blessing before we move on to the more pressing matter of that life of mine. A very sweet Rosh Hashanah and Ramadan period to those who celebrate/practice the above festivals! Only another four weeks 'til Eid-comes a banging with presents and feasts, eh?

I'm off to Sri Lanka during this pious time - whilst there won't be many Jewish folks to speak of, there will be plenty of Ramadan-types out there & it's at this point I count myself lucky to have been born into a religion where fasting is for the professionally pious, not the proletariat. Perhaps I should try Ramadan/Passover fasts before expressing my relief at escaping them - collective effort towards a spiritual goal is a fantastic bonding experience, something I've not done in a good few years, come to think of it.

A couple of days previously, I asked my friends what they would do if told they had 24 hours to live. Knowing that the majority were either agnostic/non-practising, I was surprised with the number saying they would visit a place of worship/say their prayers, given the lack of time spent doing/thinking about similar activities during their daily lives. I have to say the prayers would feature in my own series of 24, but I'm pretty confident in saying temple wouldn't. I'd personally like to have a hedonistic last bash as opposed to a reflective one & Buddhist practice is not compatible with say, intoxicant intake or non-committed sexual activity, both of which would feature in my last24.

I've also been mulling about people vs relationships. Having been stuck in a group where 92% of the junior docs were taken, I was inadvertently insulted by a well-meaning colleague who spoke of 'stable relationships indicating stable minds'. Minds are only stable if said relationship is fulfilling - I don't think a relationship with one's own hand is necessarily a bad thing. Buddhism teaches that celibacy and independence from others are of assistance when heading towards enlightenment. Independence can come like all actions, in the form of thought, spoken word and deed, so why rely on another/thoughts of another to get oneself relived?

I feel that women, in particular, are given the onus of 'serving' or 'being pampered' by another as the desired state to be aroused in. I don't really see why evolution made us that way. Ditto the attraction of women to confidence in a man, with 'money, power and intelligence' being the determinants of this. I wonder what men seek in women, beauty aside - it certainly doesn't seem to be the same as for males from where I'm standing! If society judges us on one set of indicators, why don't regular people judge in a similar way?

Hmm. Best stop mulling. Best tell you about my week now ;)

Monday - I visited 'Anon' at Channel 4. He was a fab tour guide, telling me the *exact* sequence of TV programme transmission in perfectly comprehensible technical detail. Whod've thought someone would actually have to watch 12 hours of TV per day to earn a living?

Tuesday - chilled with fab new flatmate then slept.

Wednesday - I headed out to Zulu's post-work. Great move, great company (my mate B). Glad to see Wycombe won - bring on the Premiership, chumps!

Thursday - The Crabtree with workmates (including the department sleaze) followed by Blue Elephant. Amazing food, though not quite VFM. Interior could do with a little more work - the 80's look is *so* over.

Friday - Moved out, sorted out travellers cheques, wrote on here and slept.

I'll see you on the other side ;)

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Greetings dear readers...

A surprisingly non-goth but equally busy entry from yours truly.

I can't believe I'm going to be on a plane to SL in exactly ONE week's time!

Won't labour the holiday angle much more, promise but it is ohsotempting when it's *so* close and I'm v.v. excited..I started packing today :D

I'm still busy as f*ck with my placement - 730 starts are turning into 730 finishes. I've also found out our job forms need clinical referees, so I've been busy sorting that out too. Fingers crossed Mr T says 'yes' to be my head referee - he's got a non-deservedly high opinion of my clinical capabilities.

Other stuff wot happened since we last spoke:

  • Asha's birthday parties 1&2, both alcoholic & involving lovely new peeps in the year below, some of whom read THIS blog!

  • Dinner and drinks with the junior surgeon posse (fun, though the group is freakishly (92%) taken and partners were there).

  • Lots of perving over one of the mentors (P's body is amazing - he possesses the rare combination of beauty and low self-esteem which H took advantage of before I could've done so)...

  • 'On Beauty' finished taking it to NINE books this year.

  • Erm, all you can eat Chinese with m00ple.

  • Dropping my 'lil sis off in halls (she's the smallest person there & v.v.shy so I'm sh*t scared for her). She's at the halls near Borough Station.

  • Meeting H's lovely mates.

  • The development of a night-time GIN and PeepShow routine.

  • Watching of 'The Boy in the Bubble', 'Without a Trace' and 'The Cult of the Suicide Bomber'.

  • Writing of a University Challenge piece.

  • To do list -
  • Still need to sort out assessment with Mr T.

  • Still need to visit Channel 4 after jobs-talk tomorrow. I may well cancel on Dom on Tuesday since the assessment (clerk an acute surgical patient) takes priority - Channel 4 has been rescheduled once after I *forgot* the tour guide was expecting me :P

  • Wednesday is still blank. Perhaps I should pack the other half of the flat then?

  • J's b'day is on Thursday. I believe it's dinner at Mango Tree. *groans*...

  • Friday = last day of placement & moving out day.

  • Saturday = my cousin's wedding, finish packing.

  • Sunday = plane at 2135 pm :D

  • I'll see you on here next week ;)