The true stories of me

And four months into the job...

I feel like throwing my bleep against the wall everytime it goes off.

Especially when you get 3 pages within a span of 4 seconds.

Especially at 5am in the morning when I've only slept an hour.

This was me at some point during the last 2 months
You got that right...

...THREE bleeps!!

Ok i look constipated

Scratch that

And I haven't even begun my most stressful job yet!!

Thnking of using the training grant to buy a new computer next year

Option 1: Toshiba's qosmio f50

Option 2: Fujitsu's Xi 3650
Tough choices...

It all culminates to this...

Five years..no wait...SEVEN! (including Alevels)....and now I can wave my stethoscope around ( OMG I actually had to use the spellcheck to correct how I spelled stethoscope)

To those who were wondering what colour the NUI medicine gowns are...worry no further...cos your suspicions have been confirmed.
The red and green do no justice.
I start work next week after this week's orientations!
Wish me luck!
2nd nite on call! Ahhhh....!

And what have I been doing?

Nothing.

Except visit the fam in Penang.

Eat. Loads.

And getting literary again.And in the spirit of science fiction and being immersed in the lore of dungeons and dragons and all things non-earthly....












That's right...I went on a dragonfruit binge.

That's not all.
Ok, that's me looking a leeettle scary with my durian.

Durian itself is a scary fruit for non-Malaysians, and certainly not for the faint-hearted. Which reminds me, kudos to Elaine Liu for actually swallowing it.

Glad Marianne, Elaine and Charles visited from US. It gave me a chance to actually do touristy things in KL, something which I've never done before..and I'm supposed to be a native KL-lite!


Indian temple within Batu Caves (Rock Caves) with its 250 steps.

Chi and I at the top!


Shah Alam mosque...awesome from afar.


Charles after he tasted durian.

Go figure why they were so fascinated that this kiddy ride was named after Battlestar Galactica.


I finally got my ticket to go up the Petronas twin towers! (Fourth time's the charm..)

I'm surprised they actually cleaned up Petaling Street (Chinatown). It actually looks touristable now...

Will miss you guys now that the craziness and the loooong sit-downs at Coffeebean is over and I'm back in Ireland =(

Ok, yes, the title does not sound fun at all.

But I will try to compensate.

Err...no pics either.

Hopefully the written word would dazzle you people enough to make you forget about the crappy title and no pictures.

*clears throat*

~PRESSURE!!!~





Ok, so I'm leaving for kAY Elle tomorrow.

I almost feel weird that I'm going home.

So I missed last night's class party. Steph gave out to me cause I did. But I was just too tired and was busy packing! I'm amazed how much JUNK I've accumulated throughout the years. I have a whole recycling bag full of paper. I watched Tudors (which is getting kinda boring nowadays) until I just zonked out before 11am. (In that case, good thing I didn't go to the class party...cos alcohol and packing anxiety and tiredness can't have been a good combination)

I hate the bookseller people in the UCC campus. Yesterday, they refused to buy my books because it was "Wednesday, and we only do it on Thursdays". So I had to lug all of it back again today...and...'surprise, surprise'??

They only bought back 2 of em. *curse curse*

Had a yummy dinner with the peeps at cap'n america's upon housie dave's suggestion. Sorry no pics! Hugs to everyone though!

Over the last few days, everyone keeps calling me doctor. Not that I don't like it. I just feel so weird about it. No really, it's not modesty. It just feels unreal. Like, hell, that's not me! That's the person next to me.

Until I realize.

Oh wait, it is me.

Good thing I don't have to officially worry about it til the end of next month. Til then..a month of fun in the smouldering sun.

The plan:

Shopping

Foooooooooood

More shopping

And buying graduation stuff!!

So how do I summarize the year that it was...???

STRESSful

Little rotations scattered everywhere...with my luck, most were crap..except my last rotation with endocrinology (that was BRILLIANT)

My quaint room in Mallow (which wasn't all thaaaat bad after all)














And the view from the window when it snowed














But overall, there were fun times with classmates (ok, maybe this pic isn't as happy as Steph might make it look cos it was taken right outside the library =(

And just plain stress

Exams!!!






































































































I guess some of us really stayed up late to study =P



But it has now all come to an end!

Believe it or not, I opened (Housie Dave's chinese takeaway) fortune cookie (I love eating em'!)...and this was what it said.

No way right??!

Click to enlarge

So I haven't written in almost a year.

Ever get the feeling that you're so consumed into something that you lose all sense of the outside world? To friends and family..much apology is needed. This year has been one heck of a whirlwind. I haven't even wished Shoney congratulations on the engagement yet. (guilt, guilt...)

But dark corners and unhappy tunnels aside, I've reached the end!

(gosh, that's kind of a spooky picture...)





Anyway...Yay! No more exams...no more studying (or at least for a year)....no more people grilling you about random things that isn't even important! I felt like this year was one big interview. Heck of a long one. With oral exams after oral exams.

And not only do you have to talk during exams....you have to talk to patients. Neverending streams of patients filling up hospitals. For the most part, I love talking to patients. It really is what makes the job meaningful (and I'm not just being the jolly eager interviewee telling interviewers that my whole goal of medschool is to help people)...but sometimes, I start wishing that they'll do all the talking and voila...produce a beautiful admission history without me having to lead them in the right direction by my one zillion questions. Oh yea, this should have been one of my points when I was trying to explain to someone what my job entailed.

What do I do for a living?
Talking.
Haha.

But I'm sick of talking. No really.

Just leave me alone and let me do 20 IV cannulations.

More rants about exams soon. (I know it's over but I'm still in denial about it being over)

Maybe it's just not my thing. Too much bright lights



















Too much noise.














Too many people
















Too many temptations (expensive ones too)...largest Macy's ever. Not enough parking

















Food looks good, with a hefty pricetag...but fail in delicacence

This is Harlem. The bane of my month in New York. (Ben's apartment)



















Haha. No, not really. Safer than I thought. You just had to put up with more hiphop music, boom boxes, and fried chicken than you would normally get.

Lost in New York between Broadway and Wall Street


















But still Nuts about it nonetheless














Where quaint art stalls line the street outside the Met- Metropolitan Museum of Art











And in another Museum...I caught some dinos
At another museum- MOMA- Museum of Modern Art , we came upon a mural which was reminiscent of toilet grafitti Jia Yi keeps speaking of
No..I didn't get to see the famous musical:

















Instead I saw this:Which turned out to be brilliant!

What trip to NY would be complete without climbing up to the top of Empire State Building?
Catching a glimpse of Lady liberty at sunset















A Saturday afternoon stroll along Central Park

With my long-lost friend Rachel, who has decided to abandon us for the glamour of New York's publishing world