I don’t know how it happened, but it did. It’s already June and I’m done with third year of med school it’s unbelievable. For the longest time it’s just day after day after day, exams after exams, now that it had ended it felt a little surreal. But that’s not the end… yet. For what comes after third year.. is the fourth year, the year we have to do sub-internships, take up more responsibilities, and act more like an intern. First half will be shit tough, but everyone says the second half of fourth year would be sort of a honeymoon period before the “real doctor’s life” (i.e. residency/housemanship) begins. Yet as we were briefed on our fourth year’s schedule the other day, it didn’t take us long to realize the honeymoon period is nonexistent for us. 

No matter. We’ll survive, that’s what I keep telling myself. More exams to come, up next is the major one- 12 OSCEs in a day. Good luck to those of us taking it tomorrow. Peace. 

Footnote: Writing this on the go. I think I’ll be doing more of this now that I don’t have the luxury of sitting down and just enjoy a block of time blogging. Right, back to the books.  

Why hello there, world! It’s been so long since I last wrote anything here, I’m ashamed of myself for not doing so more frequently. I know I know, that’s what I say the last time too lol. Thing is, I don’t pen down my thoughts whenever they came up- usually during the day when I’m out and about. When I get home, I just could not lift up a finger to do anything else, let alone write. So many times I collapse in the bed right after taking a shower with the hair still dripping wet. And of course, the next morning I’d get lectured by mom for sleeping with wet hair and not blow-drying it dry “because the “wind” will seep through the pores and when you grow old next time you will have terrible headaches”! Makes me feel guilty every time, and yet, I still don’t do it- not because I’m adamant or I find pleasure in pissing my mom off, but because I never intended to sleep right after I shower. On the contrary, I always have plans for the night, to complete some reading or write-ups etc.  And yet, somehow the 15-minute nap always become hours. Seriously. Sometimes I don’t know why I even try. -_-  I blame it on the age. As we grow older, we just don’t have the energy to stay up late anymore. Or maybe it’s just me. :/

So it’s already May. I have so many funny stories to share, and some thoughts to share on what’s happening in the world, but writing them now after things have happened so long ago seemed pointless. And also I’m just too malas to do so lol. Will try to be better at writing as life unfolds.

Some updates: currently in my last rotation of third year- Medicine. Loving it so far, but am constantly feeling overwhelmed- there’s just so much to learn in too short a time. So not ready for exams in June. On most days it feels like life is flying past me at the speed of a bullet train and I am a tortoise crawling trying to catch up. Try as I might to crawl at my best speed, I am still light-years away from where I should be. Ugh. Okay stopping here. Tortoise needs to get back to crawling. Toodles!

So many things happened in March… The dearth of posts is partly due to the lack of time to do everything else I need to be doing, and so every time I have the urge to blog, the urge gets suppressed because I feel I need to finish up the important work first before I doodle here (what’s new eh -.-). Alas, things never get done (the to-do’s is just a never-ending list dammit) and so there’s just no post for the entire one and thirty days. But this is of course not the only reason I haven’t been writing (‘no time’ is never the only reason). Writing forces you to think about how you feel, which means having you face your demons (sometimes) or admit to things you don’t want to and make you come to terms with all sorts of things, most of all- with yourself. So not-writing means it’s a (temporary) way to run away from your own thoughts (if it’s even possible), at least superficially. Hey… if it’s not written, it’s not official, ergo it did not happen. No of course not. I was just kidding myself. But it worked. Sorta. For a month. And then I realize I just can’t go on like this. I need an outlet to let steam off, else I’ll go crazy (which I probably already am but still in denial). Which is why I’m talking/writing to self now. In any case, it’s late, I’m signing off. Till the next post, hopefully not a month from now.

Seems like ages ago since the end of Chinese New Year.

My professor asked, “So what do Chinese people call Chinese New Year? Just ‘New Year’? Or do they say ‘Chinese New Year’ as well?” I thought that was a peculiar observation. I’ve never thought about that until he mentioned it. Funny how a perspective from a different cultural background makes you notice little things that you don’t usually pay any attention to.

Some pics of my CNY- the first that I spent away from my family and all the relatives in Penang, and the first I spent in KL. So boring. Should’ve gone back with them instead. Anyway. Pics as below-

On days like these I’m just so lazy to think of anything better to write. Or more like, I’m just so lazy to think. 😛    You can’t blame me though, I just went through my first night in the labor ward, and all I can say is, I don’t think I’ll be in ObGyn. Not my cup of tea, thank you. But more on that later. Adios!