Like a hard candy with a surprise center

I can't believe that the weekend is here! It seems like I've just left Forensic department yesterday and now here I am, with almost one week full of un-shampooed hair. Disgusting, I know. Try to picture me with Severus Snape's greasy hair. I just can't help it.

You know, the worst part or should I say in a more appropriate word, troublesome part of clinical years is the on-calls. I am never fond of on-calls. Before I elaborate more, for your information, our medical faculty here is a wee bit different from almost every other medical faculties in the world. The on-calls part to be per se.

We, as clinical years medical students do have on-calls. And it differs from each departments. Allow me to remind you that there are no such thing as a limit for working hours here. One can stay in a certain hospital for as long as 30 days a month without even a chance of going back home. Sick isn't it? I'm never telling you for how many hours have I been in a hospital. I don't think you'll ever believe that it's true.

Hmm. Let's just drop that part. See, I don't think on-calls are made for students, really. Maybe if they'll pay me for having on-calls, then I'll change my mind? Lol. I don't know.

The one and only reason for all the fuss is because I can't get my daily dosage of quality sleep. Sleeping has become my favorite past time. I'd rather stay at home and sleep in my precious bed than going out to mingle. I can't believe that I just confessed that one. But that's the truth. I come home everyday, tired, fatigue, and all I can see is just my bed. Period.

Hmm. But that's just the flow here. I just need to bear with it for some time till this is all over.

I need to tell you something, I seriously love to sleep.

Night! :)

Shangri-la

When she was just a girl

She expected the world

But it flew way from her reach so

She ran away in her sleep

and dreamed of paradise

Every time she closed her eyes

When she was just a girl

She expected the world

But it flew way from her reach

And the bullets catch in her teeth

Life goes on, it gets so heavy

The wheel breaks the butterfly

Every tear a waterfall

In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes

In the night the stormy night away she'd fly

Possibilities, Potentials, Fat Chances

1. I have reached the final week of Forensics department. Yesterday was my case presentation day and I barely survived through it. As the matter of fact, I'm not a public-speaking person. I can't talk in front of a crowd. It creeps me out. Even if I have prepared myself well the night before, the outcome is always the same. My adrenaline rush never fails to prove me that whatever I do, I'll still lose to him, big time. Not to forget that sweaty palms and feet, heart thumping very hard and almost jump out of the chest and to that cracked voice that never fails me. Painful to watch.

2. I'd love to write more, if you know what I mean. I tend to have this some sort of ideas of what to write next but just like that, the ideas fly away. Like the feelings you get when having sugar rush. Very... agitated? Or anxious. I don't know which one really.

3. Google-ing cute cats/kittens/baby tigers/baby jaguars videos are thrilling. I'm not a big fan of human baby  but baby animals are always a yes! Haha. Actually, I always add another description why I'm not fond of human babies that much, but I guess it's not that appropriate and too provocative to begin with. So let's just settle with my previous statement.

4. I secretly wish that Cardiology department will soon be joining Internal Medicine. So that I can cut short one precious month. But you know, rumors are rumors till they happen to be true.

5. Back to talking about Forensics. It's so damn scary to study whatever written in the books or even lecture slide. I can't stand looking/staring at the insanely scary pictures. Sigh, remind me why I want to be a doctor again?

6. We all have fair chances. Potentials to become anything. It makes you believe in possibilities. We just need to know how to use them well. The fat chances I meant.

Till then, good night.

Perfectionism

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While I was walking to my workplace yesterday morning, I decided to stop by at the nearby mini mart to buy some snacks. Okay, actually that part is not true. I purposely stop by at the mini mart to buy the brand new Magnum Gold! For breakfast! Haha.

This one up here. Looks insanely delicious. I saw the ad a few weeks ago and been searching for it ever since. And since this little island is a wee bit far from the technology and modernization, it takes a quite long time for the ice cream to reach here. Regardless, I'm still relieved that they finally decided to ship some of it for citizens of this little island including yours truly.

I had ice cream for breakfast. And I still can't believe that one Magnum Gold has almost 490 kcal in it. It gave me sugar rush, I tell you. But in a good way anyway. See, I'm trying hard to count my calories and by having an ice cream it really helps a lot by increasing my total calorie count. Good guy, Magnum Gold. Haha.

Referring to the title 'Perfectionism', I once considered myself a perfectionist. But soon as I live my life, the term perfectionism seems to fade away little by little and finally... gone. I can't keep being a perfectionist while the world around me succeeded in giving the best %#!% they ever had. So I improvise. To cope with the imperfections that I have instead of the perfect things that I've always wished for.

Hmm. I'm still learning though, not that I mean that I can cope that easily.

Have a great Sunday!

An understatement

To those who are not really familiar with comics like me, to be precise One Piece, I present to you, Tony Tony Chopper. Sheesh. This is all my sister's fault. Well, not actually her fault at all. I was chatting with her on Facebook just now, and she told me to get her this one little teddy bear called Tony Tony Chopper. And of course I didn't have any clue what that really is. But since she mention the word 'cute' then I've already guessed that it must be some little teddy bear in some comic book. She even asked me to Google it myself. So funny she is.

What makes this little teddy bear interesting is... the price! Can you believe that it costs around 200 myr each? Hahaha. I must be crazy. She must be crazy too. Crazy over this Tony guy here I meant. By the way, Tony Tony Chopper is a really cute name. I wonder who came up with the idea to give him that name.

Going to bed now. Sweet dreams everyone! :)

Not so loquacious?

It's 9.30 in the evening according to the local timezone. And I am barely awake with puffy eyes and not-so-presentable face. I don't know what's wrong with me but just so you know I've slept for a straight of 5 hours today. I hope I can still sleep later tonight.

Anyway, rumor has it that this little island is currently experiencing drought. It hasn't rain for almost 3 and 1/2 consecutive weeks I think. Last time that it rained was during the last few days of Ramadan. But it was barely raining back then. Just a mist like that. The sun seems like showing off his best everyday too.

Now, let's relate this drought with my life. My current working hours is from 8 am till 2 pm. Since I needed to travel to and fro by using the public transportation, 2 pm has become the most gruesome time of day. I need to endure the hotness and sweat and fumes and everything. Gosh this list will never ever end. In other words, it means that I have 1 more reason for me to stay at home.

To those who know me well, it's not a surprise that I prefer being home than being outside. Especially when I have a cool and cozy room despite the melekit-ness outside. Lol. Plus, I hate being tanned. I don't mind people calling me puteri lilin or what. I just believe that whenever I got myself a sunburn it's so damn hard to get back my old skin. Not that I'm saying that I have fair, flawless skin or things like that la. Just to make it clear. *peace*

I guess I'm done with talking about this little island, the weather and my fragile skin. I found this one below from Dr Halina's blog. I have to admit that I am one of her avid reader. I find it interesting, though her writing is mostly about mommyhood. I always try to see it from a mom-working-as-a-doctor point of view. Hehe.

She recently posted about med school. For those who didn't know, she's an anesthesiologist. Kinda cool if you ask me. So, what do I have in mind? Erm,  I do have something in mind. But I'm not ready to share it publicly. It's a bit embarrassing. Haha. Intriguing means more fun right?!

I have a presentation tomorrow morning about 'Wound Description'. Wish me luck. And good night!

The doppelganger

Haha! I found the doppelganger for someone close that I know! I won't tell who because nobody would ever believe me. It's just from my point of view I guess. But if you really try to look close there are several resemblance. Like the eyebrows, those arched lips and eyes. Hmm. But the eyes were never that baby blue, it's more of light hazel-ish. But it's close!

Have a great day ahead!

p.s. to you, you seriously look a lot like Bella Heathcote! The long lost sister, I say.