do you feel the heat?

warning: the first part of this post is a load of random crap-

i want to talk about german boys. instead of paying attention to how phosphoglycerinaldehyddehydrogenase converts glyerinaldehyde3phosphate to godknowswhat in the lecture today, i was sterotyping german boys. more precisely, german boys in 2. semester med sch. so here i am, proud to present my findings ;) , these boys are 1) TALL 2) usually pretty good looking 3) annoyingly smart 4) make a hell lot of noise during the lectures (ie immature, but then again, refer to point 3, maybe they know everything already. grrrrrrrr.) 5) look extremely good in slacks and poloshirts
anyhow. to sum up, annoyingly good looking and annoyingly smart. damn!personally i feel like its a classic case of "water water everywhere but not a drop to drink". i finally realised that the reason why i'm in med sch is for the amazingly good looking guys who look incredible in scrubs, out of scrubs, in white coats, shirtless on the sonography examination table, shirtless on the neckarwiese, and just abt in anything, everywhere else and of course, out of these most trivial pieces of material we call "clothes". med sch's all abt the "it's not how smart you are that counts, it's how good you can fake how smart you are that counts." and more importantly, how good you look while being good at faking how smart you are. (;

forgive me, its the heat
(and of course the stress)

other than mugging my head off (ha!), my days and hours are neatly divided into dancing classes, driving classes, parties, pre-party parties, praktikums, sonography classes, first-aid classes, spring concerts, seminars, psychology courses, biochemie lectures, cellbiology praktikas, histology labs, lazing ard by the neckar and in between all of that, LOADS and LOADS of icecream ((((((:

i actually wanted to blog about my trip to Belgium. haha. during the easter holidays i went to brussels, brugge and liege. "Brussels – unlike Paris – doesn't set out to make you love it; rather, it sits back and allows you to do the wooing. The secret is to take time getting under its skin and slowly embracing its uniquely muddled character. After all, it's the capital of Flanders, Belgium and Europe, a francophone enclave in the Flemish north of the country."
Brussels. what can i say. Policemen in raybans&poloshirts, whizzing around on bikes, parks in the middle of business districts, cute train conductors in bell-boy caps, urinals against a church (yes, you can piss against the church and yes, people do that), gorgeous crispy melty waffles, sounds of melodious french, indiscernible dutch, jazz music at busstations, HQ of the european commission, stretchlimo parked next to a church, yummy shoes in vintage shops, beer beer beer all 450 types of them(made from sewer water, apparently), chocolate chocolate chocolate (the only food item i consumed throughout the trip, 3 days straight), Tintin!, sunday morning flea markets (where i got gorgeous earrings), writing postcards on benches in the Royal Park, sitting on the ground right smack in the middle of the Grote Markt watching the gazillion tourists and the few rare "Brusseleirs" slink by.


(customised lisence plates sold right out of a van parked beside the official building where lisence plates are made!!)
the strange,the weird, the exciting, the cosmopolitan, the charming, the beautiful, the cool, the colourful Brussels. never before have i been so pleasantly surprised by a city i once thought was dull. (: