Of My Moleskine Notebook

I had just came back from Tesco Metro! Or Tesco Ghetto as my sister’s boyfriend would call it as well, this IS East London. Anyway, one of the things I enjoy the most about the UK is its supermarkets. May it be Tesco, Sainsbury or Waitrose, there are bound to be ready made food that goes 75% off the night before expiry. I mean the food is still edible and all, and is actually in good condition, yet it’s priced at such a low price, you just have this urge to get it anyway, though you’re probably not hungry at all.

My brother had been a bit bored just now so he decided to go to the Tesco (which is next door, ha-ha!) and I decided to accompany him. What I was looking forward for was maybe some drinks or a magazine, but when I reached there, I had found a whole fridge tempting me out of my rational.

I had gotten:
a whole packet of Spring Onions for 19p.
a salmon bagel for 29p.
a medium sushi set for 1.59.
a chicken tikka sandwich for 29p.
and well a bottle of water, but it’s not reduced so it doesn’t count.

The pakistani/bangladeshi man behind the counter was well, very amused, when he scanned my items he went on about “oh, this is expensive yeah? oh no, not expensive” or “see? it is very cheap in england” and looked to my brother and went “see? you spend five pound” and then he points to the fact that I bought more items but cost less. Hehe, the sushi is hard. And had chili in it which was funny. I have no idea what to do with the bagel and the sandwich. My sister has the flu so I doubt she would take any risks. Sigh.

Anyway, today my sister’s boyfriend was so nice to take a day off work to take me to the Natural History Museum. The only thing I caught myself saying after looking at one and a half levels of exhibits is “Wow”. And really wow. We hardly covered a fraction of all the exhibits, and I skipped the whole dinosaur part as I loss all concentration at that time, wanting to conserve all the energy I had left for the Darwin’s Natural Selection section; only to find it: closed for refurbishment.

That was alright though, because there was this whole exhibition about how homo sapiens evolved from the early humans and how we are indirectly linked to the primates. There is no exact direct link from which animal we evolved, but all these similarities and such. I’ve learned a great deal today which is just far too much to go on about.

There was even this latest exhibit into this study, about the new discovery of a Homo Floresiensis in the Java Islands in the early 2000s. I still need to read up more about that too, so I’ll post something up here when I do read it up.

After spending a few hours in there, I believe I lost all my concentration as I was so in awe and decided I have to visit the place again some other day. So we went to get souvenirs and I got myself a 25inch human skeleton replica to put on my table back home. George called it Skelly at the first time we saw it so I decided to name it that and bring it around the apartment putting in on table tops and all. The good thing is I can disassemble it and reassemble it when I get back home so that’s good. I wonder what the cleaners at home might think though, I have this feeling my mother will be displeased, as much as I know that my brother doesn’t want that skeleton in the lounge. Haha, so yeah it’s sleeping in my sister’s room tonight, I forgot to take it out from there, but then again my sister wouldn’t care less if the skeleton was alive I suppose.

I have not done anything productive today except for the brief half hour I had spent drawing a near believable 3D box and claiming it as “perspective drawing”. I hope that amused you as it did leave my sister, who was frantically walking around the house cleaning everything up, as you may have guessed it : Not really that amused.

We had planned to go out and watch The Constant Gardener today, the plan was to watch it yesterday, but you see, the problem is that I’m fourteen, making me one year shy of the 15 Rating they have here.

It’s sweet and all the law wanting to protect children from so called “nudity” (oh just because Rachel Weisz was pregnant in the movie and Ralph Fiennes was all lovey dovey with her)but believe me, I had seen more nudity in a day after spending time at the Tate Modern Gallery.

So, since my sister doesnt want them to card me- “Identification please?”, she decided maybe we should go to the British Library or National History Museum. But then again, since she was having temporary-obsessively-compulsive-neurotic-yet-not-properly diagnosed-disorder-that-probably-doesn’t-exist-anyhow, I told her I wouldn’t mind staying home today as long as we did something productive tomorrow.

Which was not much of a lost since I watched, well, The first and half of the second season of Grey’s Anatomy in the past 24 hours? And if I were more mad and foolish due to influence of the show, I would proudly puff my chest and say I’m going to be a doctor ’cause after episode after episode, I can say I know how to intubate a patient. Or tell if a malignant tumour is benign or cancerous. Or sprout out big long explanations about why things turn out the way they are from an MRI scan.

If I get through school, get a a scholarship, do crazily well in my pre-med course, spend five years in Med School……

Conclusion is : I should go out and take a walk, never watch two seasons of a tv show back to back EVER AGAIN, and wake up to smell the coffee that I’m fourteen in a normal instituition, and stop procrastinating whatever it is I am procrastinating… especially the whims of my bladder.

Its quite whimsical, I feel like peeing, but I couldn’t be arsed to go to the bathroom.

I shall also touch on the fact that if I were a simpler person, who had not much exposure, I would have concluded that after watching many seasons of medical tv shows is that despite the hellish ride to the way to becoming a real doctor, all doctors end up having more sex than any other profession. And oh yeah, despite having to wake up at 4.30a.m to do your rounds, you most probably spent your night off at a bar. Which was the place that happened to be where every other doctor went to too.

Which is nice, but truth is, tv or reality, when it comes to blood, gore and guts, I think I would make a shit doctor.