it's just one more week to my end-of-posting test and it'll be term-break! i can't wait. it's been wayyyyyyyy too long since i've had a proper break! :)


my friend has asked me to join her in her hip-hop class, it's something i'd love to do. especially since they're combining it with charity work, by performing for homes and stuff. it's killing 2 birds with one stone! i get to feel good about doing charity work and i get to dance. how wonderful!

(not that i ever took ballet, i was horrendous at it - even managed to get myeslf kicked out from class says alot about my standards, doesn't it?)

i never knew how good i was at dance till i joined cheerleading. i always figured that i definitely wasn't amongst the best few, but i sure hoped i wasn't among the last few. somewhere in between cut it just nice. but in cheerleading, under the tutelage of the more accomplished dancers, i suddenly realised how much i've improved. i could handle virtually any dance steps you throw at me, despite how little time i had to prepare compared to the rest of the squad.

and i became good enough to even correct them and show them how it should be done. i never knew. the things you can do, if you have people who're willing to take a chance on you! such people are heaven-sent. truly.

i'd like to say it opened my eyes to a whole new world of dance, and of course that i took up the offer to dance in the hiphop group.

but that's not the way life works, and too many things conspire to keep me from dancing.

first of which would be my next rotation of OB/GYN. =( of which i am most definitely NOT looking forward to. where i'm headed is notorious for tutors who hate teaching, anal-retentive professors, nurses who routinely shove medical students out of the way for their own nursing students to do deliveries instead, fussy patients and basically, being treated like scum of the earth.
but i've always loved OB/GYN, and despite all that, i'm going to try and make it work. after all, if i haven't experienced it for myself, i'm not going to know, am i? so here's to catching as many sweet babies as possible and entering the OT as much as i can! :)

and there's still the next bunch of cheerleaders to deal with. squad politics are never nice. always nasty. and not easily resolved. i'm not sure if i'm committing to Nationals next year, i don't know if i have the time and energy to coach and train at the same time, and still deal with politics.

maybe if i quit cheerleading i'll have time for dance. then again, there's so many other sports i could do!

meantime, it'll just have to wait. first, the test, then term break here i come! :)

i can feel myself suffering from "medstudentitis", otherwise known as medical student syndrome.

was almost half in depression today despite an easy rotation to a clinic near my house. reason being the sun was shining so brightly and school holidays are beginning for the rest of the world. plus we've gone without a break for so long i can't even remember when was the last time i've had a holiday.

although i pretty much do enjoy this rotation of family medicine, i really really need a break. i need a holiday.

but my depression was semi-lifted by meeting a good friend for dinner! over 2 1/2 hours, we talked, gossiped, whined, and bemoaned the much-hated internal politics that inevitably develops amongst our classmates. and why some people just cannot get along. it makes life tiring for us all.

i hate internal politics! people, please get along and be friends. so i don't have to deal with all your crap. life as the peace-maker (not by choice but because it's my duty as group leader) is AWFUL. have some consideration please

it's been so long since i've had any measure of fun that i've been procrastinating in blogging. so.

today, i walked past a mum, with 2 young kids in tow, one in each hand. when i walked past them, the kid nearer to me reached out, saliva-covered hand removed from mouth, and gave my hand a punch.






my instant reaction?

"OMG I HOPE HE DOESN'T HAVE ANY CONTAGIOUS DISEASE!"

before medical school, it would have been:
"oh man, what a spoilt (insert swear word of choice here) brat!!"

how much medical school changes you. who were you before medical school? that's a very good question i need to remind myself of, every now and then.

i mean, i know you aren't a fixed personality, you grow and change with time. your personality, (and you, for that matter,) changes as you grow older (and wiser - hopefully. or grow more mature, to put it euphemistically), and you find your tastes changing, your values changing, your priorities changing.

but that aside, it's different from how medical school changes you. is cramming all you're interested in now? is the library the first place you head to in the morning upon waking up and the last place you see before you sleep? EVERYDAY?

i don't think we need robot doctors. we need human doctors. who know how to relate to patients, who know how to communicate. to empathise, to heal.
so it's really important to me not to lose myself in the heady world that is medical school, but to look at it in the grand scheme of things and to keep a part of myself human, someone you might actually want to know better.

ps. yes, i did swab my hand vigorously with an alcohol swab after being punched by the saliva-covered fist.

pps. don't you lot carry alcohol swabs with you too? ok, fine, i'm a dork. i know it. but i'm a clean dork!