My bag

This is my bag.

My Girlfriend gave me this bag.

I like this bag very much.

I use it to go to class.

In my bag, there are a few things, such as my pencil case, my file and my other junks.

I put a few things on my bag. They are :

1. Hard Rock Cafe badge
2. Smiley badge
3. Medical Student Batch 08/13 badge
4. Little Prince
5. Key chain from National Cancer Society of Malaysia
6. Double Ribbon badge from Malaysian AIDS Foundation
7. Couple key chain from Girlfriend.

I expect more things to be on my bag in the future.

*I’m so going back to Std 1 level of writing. Shows how much stress I’m going through till the point I’m doing this. Haha
Take care, peeps! I’m going to a kampung in FELDA Muar tomorrow for three days!

Fun side of Medical School

I know my previous post was a bit on the emo side, but don’t get me wrong. I’m still as determined as ever. It can’t be helped that I have feelings like that once in a while.

Well, let me show you the fun side of being a medical student. It may not be as happening as others but I am able to experience certain things which many can’t.

In January, I went to UMS for a Post-Conference Project on Health Promotion. We had something like a small health promotion/campaign in Penampang, Sabah. There, I was able to talk to a middle-aged fisherman. People in Sabah are so nice I tell you. He was willing to go through a nearly 45 minute questionaire. He couldn’t read so I have to explain every single question to him. Surprisingly, he answered every question in detail and he wasn’t irritated of me asking so many questions. Imagine trying to explain every bit of 100 questions to people from KL. They’ll ask you to buzz off when u ask the tenth question. He was talking to me like a friend, or like an equal, as in he talked humbly and is willing to share things. I miss people in Sabah.

Priscilla and Min Jie busy checking BP during the health promotion.

The conference in Sabah was really awesome, though short, it allowed me to have an experience of how a conference is like.

Also an AMSA activity, we had our inaugural inofficial AMSA dinner at TGIF, Jln Sultan Ismail. The environment was perfect for a party.

With Lai, from UCSI and Juin Yi, now known as Robert

With the girls.

Almost everyone seemed lost.

With almost everyone who attended the dinner.

The dinner was a success thanks to the dedicated committee who worked tireless.
Thank you so much, guys!

Then, there was this AIDS Exhibition held during Karnival Kesihatan, Kesenian dan Kebudayaan Kuala Lumpur (4KL), which is a mega project of our college.

Our booth

Banner – against stigmatisation of people with HIV/AIDS

Prevention of HIV/AIDS transmission. We taught people how to use condoms, well, this time, on a cucumber.

The crew

Because of the exhibition, few of us had to rush to attend a class after that. We went to McD drive-through and got our lunch. We had to eat in the lecture.

This way.

Yi Rong

Me, having my banana pie.

QUIZ!

Guess who this is?
Those who knew about it already, please do not spoil the fun.

I doubt myself

There are times when I happen to sit down all by myself in my room, I start to doubt myself. There are one million and one things running through my mind. And the main questions that I ask myself are:

Am I suited for Medicine?
Can I go through 5 years of hardship?
Will I be a safe and competent doctor?

Back then. especially during STPM days, people ask me what I would like to do after STPM, without even thinking twice, I would answer medicine and it came to a point when everyone knows that I aim for Medicine. I have all the confidence in the world that I will definitely go through the tough 5 years. I did not need to reconsider my options when I applied for universities.

Now, it’s a totally different story altogether. It was fine in Semester 1. Semester 2 was a bit crazy. Lecture notes were piling, PBLs got heavier and everything seem to be a mess for me. Worse, I get unwanted pressure.

The more I think about it, the more I realise that results do not matter. As long as we are able to score decent results and acquire the knowledge needed, we would graduate to be fine doctors. It does not matter who gets the best results. Honestly, I can’t be bothered who gets the most As or who gets the highest CGPA.

I doubt myself a lot recently. As in, A LOT.

And what kept me going? I have a promise to keep and I do not want to disappoint people who have supported me all along.