Though ortho is growing on me, I wont and I dont intend to be an ortho surgeon in the future. Not because of what the whole world thinks of ortho, but because I dont wanna fix what is already perfectly normal.
Today, a boy with a broken femur came in. I asked the nurses to put the right leg on skin traction. And so they obeyed instantly. The boy was in pain, well that, I understand. But to yell at the nurses just because he couldnt tolerate the pain was unacceptable.
“Adooooi sakit lar, jangan la tarik, aku sepak kau kang”.
Hmm.. You break one of your legs and yet your foul mouth still function so well to even say that kind of harsh words. His parents were there. I can only imagine how embarassed they were of him. Those were the words that made my ears go red. I knew long before that incident that I dont wanna spend my life fixing a broken bone.
Because I felt the need to vent out but no place to do so, I've decided to come back here. So much for not wanting to be that damn doormat, I was yet again stepped on. Never you mind, go ahead and live your life.
Im better off in my world where saving hundreds of lives would matter most to me rather than be your pathetic little bowl you pour your screwed heart out.
Im just not gonna listen to you again. I was weak, I felt for it. You can laugh at me all you want.
Fine, he's just not that into you.
You should have always cherish the person who has been into you for the past 4 or 5 years, even if you feel you're not good enough or even if he thinks you're a tad too ugly for him. Stop wasting your time having summer flings and what nots if you feel like your stale relationship is going nowhere. Make an effort to live it up. You do not necessarily have to take it to third base to secure the deal. My advice is, go to a wedding ceremony and picture yourself in the future walking down the aisle. Think of who you want your partner to be. Is your currrent one in your mind. If he is, then he SHOULD be THE ONE. But we all know, nothing is guarenteed. So just love the person you're loving right now the way you want them to love you. It pays. No pain, no gain? Hmm..
Does anybody recognize who Travis Barker minus the mohawk, the cap, tattoos and piercings look like? Hint: A healer? Hahahahaha... Can I have this for a birthday present please? Okay. Crap.
Never
once in medschool have I mention I regretted taking medicine. Never.
Even when I'm all stressed up or burned down by not knowing and not
remembering important facts when everybody else does. Alhamdulillah,
syukur I was given this chance to do what I really wanted to do in
this lifetime. But why does it seems to be much easier for those who
only take up this line because they got the four point 0 or because
they think its cool?
That's life. Never will it be fair and square. But then
again, I always hope people who have the passion would enjoy the journey and reach a better destination.
InsyaAllah.
I have obsessions that doesn't fit with me being a medical student. On one hand, I love to be in the war-like zone of the-sick-and-dying running around with my fellow comrades to get the title for a license to kill which I hope and pray to get very soon. But on the other hand, instead of pounding my heart beat with details to save a life, I went home on weekends filled my heavily limited precious time being an art sucker, adoring beautiful threads and colors that could possibly be draped onto female anatomy. How I wished I had the time/passion/whatever it takes to be a style icon perhaps take model-esque pictures of myself like how this and this fashionable fashion bloggers do.
The question is, would I walk around in the midst of a battle zone clad in a pair of killer platforms or 5-inch studded heels or those heavenly suede boots? Would I have the time in world to dress up differently everyday, put on makeup and blow dry my hair just so they stay voluminised? Simpler question is, would I even be comfortable wearing a skirt in a gomen hospital? Truth is, no to all of the above.
But to think back, if I were to choose wearing out-of-the-mind dresses and clothes and spend hundreds of ringgit malaysia on a piece of clothing or shoes just to be in-style, then studying medicine is just so wrong for me. Unless if I'm working in PrinceCourt maybe eh?
Im much happier and I move much smoother wearing the same ol' faded black pants everyday with a simple cardi top under my custom-made white coat to the ward with stethoscope inside my pocket. I certainly dont need any wardrobe rehab when Im in a place where I smell destiny.
I signed up for chictopia and perhaps someday I would have the drive to put on a masquerade and produce artsy logs of my alter ego. I guess my admiration to dress up and take pictures for my personal lookbook stays in the four walls of my room, my secret rooftop and my wardrobe. It shall remain as a private therapy for self-satisfaction.
Even though I still wish to own one-of-a-kind designer shoes and dress up like a stylista, but I would prefer to get the respected title in front of my name and to spend my lifetime in a place where I could be reminded to be living life healthily and help those medically less fortunate. That is by far more fashionably exhilirating.
Let me share with you this epic art of Gwendolyn Huskens. An art student in the Netherlands who used medical materials like plasters, bandages and stainless steel, to make these shoes. :)
pictures credit to fashionindie.com and designboom.com
I was forced into watching this movie called 'Slumdog Millionaire'. Honestly, I've never heard of the movie before and from the title and the covers, I went.. WTF Hindustan??! But my sisters insisted. And they were doing their 'best gileerrrr' thing with me, I couldn't help but to watch it with them. So, being the sucker for melodramatic movies that I am, I fell for it. They were right by the way. I end up loving every second of the film.
The story is very predictable yet brilliantly told. It's about a boy name Jamal who got to play in 'Who Wants To Be A Millionaire" show, telling how he correctly answered most of the questions based on his hardship and life experiences growing up in the slums. At the same time it showed how he struggled to trail back the love of his life he met in his childhood days. Talk about Hindustan movie at its best alright. Tak sah takde love story and orang jahat okay.
I dont recall watching a fast-paced feel-good movie like this one before. Its really good.
Movie still from my favourite scene. Little Jamal made my day. :)
I can't believe she kept this from me. People are googling her name already. I'm proud of her nonetheless. Ladies and gents, that's my butt-slaping-and-boob-grabing friend. Lol :D
2009 hasn't been kind to me. Or perhaps the only one who matters most, didnt. This is my belated new years wish, which is long overdue. Truthfully, I welcomed this new year sick and alone. Frustrated with the mess I have created. Serve you right, I keep telling myself. You should have watched your effing mouth instead of throwing it to your loved ONE. Sigh. Sighing will not bring him back. Ever.
Feeling numb for almost 2 weeks, this is how I spent my weekend. With Britney's old friend.
But all I did was fake a smile as I am still numb. I need him cuz I wanna heal.
