Midnight and Monaco

i.

OS 217 - Infectious Diseases, Oncology, and Trauma - is over! That's four weeks of our lives - a resounding sigh, applause, standing ovation, farewell to this messy, messed-up three-module course. After our first anatomy exam in first year, I highly entertained the idea of becoming an orthopedic surgeon. Trauma did that again. But I realized I'm neither gym rat nor basketball player, if we go by PGH conspiracy theories.

ii.

Saw "Despicable Me 2" on Friday. What is it with the Minions, or what is it that makes these yellow balls of cuteness so, so, so cute? 

Saw "Before Midnight" last night. This is the most beautiful, most gripping of the trilogy. That sunset scene where Jessie and Celine just sit there, and she goes, in reference to the sun, "Still there... still there.. still there... gone," made me shed a few tears. That's an achievement, if we consider how dry my tear ducts are, and this film joins the company of, among others, "Finding Nemo," "Lilo and Stitch," and "The Perks of Being a Wallflower."

iii.

This afternoon, saw the Little Singers of Monaco, all-boys choir from said country, at the SM Mall of Asia. Were they good? They must be; I could hardly tell, what with the mall's sucky acoustics. This had to be the cheapest, most inappropriate place the choir's ever performed in, and it's such a shame, and the hosts or sponsors should be ashamed of themselves for making the group perform in this hell of a place. I writhed in agony on behalf of the choir.