Hi from an old friend - a serious post

It has been a long time since I have written anything on this  blog. If this blog was a living thing, I would have gone to jail for negligence!

Anyway, during that long long time, I had fallen deeply in love, gotten myself engaged to a wonderful man, and has gotten married. By the time that I am writing this post, I am only 2 months away from graduating. Graduating to become a doctor. I am so not ready, because the next step, is WORK.

Thanks for the choice Monash Uni, but you just made my life superbly complicated. My husband is working in The Queen Eliz hospital in Adelaide, South Australia. And for the cumulative five months I've been here, I don't feel like working in Australia.

Despite the 8 to 5 (8 to 9pm oncall) hours - which is considered as a luxury in Malaysia;  despite the professionalism - I won't be scolded like a slave and a dumbass; despite the beautiful scenery, despite the lovely people and their thank-yous, and their sorrys, and their good manners, and their driving courtesy...and alas, despite the lovely, irresistable, rain-like money i'll be getting every month if I work here ie RM12 K a month....

I dont want to work here.

Friends and housemen (doktor pelatih) all around Malaysia who is reading this is probably imagining of slapping, slamming, and drilling a hole into my head to find out what is wrong with me. Half of them is cursing me. For guys who dont know why, working as a junior doctor in Malaysia is worse than a slave.

For all it's worth, I have pretty valid reasons. At least, for me.

• No work satisfaction - this, you gotta ask my husband, Afif.
• Learning curve - almost stagnant. When you are an intern (houseman) you are essentially a clerk.
• Difficult to get in most Specialities  eg Surgery -no way youre gonna get it.  (Australian citizens first!! blergh. )
• I dont like to be looked as a terrorist just because I am a muslim wearing tudung. The TV was too much during the anniversary of Sept 11..Questions like : would you sit beside a muslim on an airplane? wth man.
• No azan here. Makes a big difference yo. Azan kat computer tak sama.
• I dont want to come back after two years and my friends are all super terror MOs.
• I hate the weather.

And, mainly because,

I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss everything about Malaysia, good and bad. So does my husband.

And we dont want to miss a thing. We dont want to come back on funerals. My dad is 68 years old this year. I want to spend time with him. So is my husband's grandparents, they are not quite in the pink of heath lately.  I mean, what is the point of having lots of money, abundance of free time if you can't share it with your loved ones?

Seriously man, money is not everything. Once I came across a quote saying those who said money cant buy you love obviously do not know the right shops, and I thought it was true and funny. No longer funny babe.

Money do not buy you love. And neither does it buy you happiness.

Nora, Limah and Me

It has been 11 weeks since the first time I entered a psychiatric ward. Well, this conversation took place the day before yesterday, 6.00 pm.

Limah : Doctoooorrrr da lama dr tak datang

Me: Ye . ye. Pergi tido la yer. Nak buat keje ni. *copies Limah's medication for psych report*

Nora: Eh. Tak pernah nampak doctor.

Me: Bukan doctor la. Tahun 4, pelajar. Kamu baru masuk. memang la tak penah nampak.

*Limah hugs my legs* Limah : doctor, saya rindu la kat doctor.

Nora : Dia ade hati tu. Tak sedar diri gigi rongak. Hahaha.

Limah: laughs too. *Exposed her breasts to me and to the nurses who are busy writing beside me*

*Nora laughs at limah's boobies and said limah's are like her mothers. Showed her and brags"

Me: *Gosh." Eh kamu ni asal ada cukup la. Tak payah tunjuk2. Cube kalau kamu ade satu, kat tengah tengah.

Nora and Limah: Laugh their asses off.

A chinese lady comes up to us and said: Doctor, saya selalu sembahyang bila waktu azan masuk.

Me: Kamu cina kan? Kamu agama apa?

Chinese lady: Buddha. Tapi saya semahyang pada Allah bila masuk waktu semayang.

Me: Kamu sudah masuk islam ke?

Chinese lady: Saya sudah masuk ikut hati

Me: OH.

Nora and Limah: *Both laughing their asses off sambil hentak2 lantai* : "Hakk hakk hakk mana boleh masuk islam ikut hati..gilaaa...hahahaha"

O.O

Secrets

She wont tell you even if youre deaf
Shes a secret by herself
Not dark but little secrets
Of herself that she likes to keep

Keeping them gives her space
Beyond your GPS map
And you will never be able to reach her

But her face is like a book
Readable page by page
And if you properly look
You'll find a loop
Into her cage
And free her
From her secrets

Creepy Stalker

Dear Diary,

i think one of the guards of my condo has a crush on me. Seriously! Im not kidding. Everytime I drive thru the gate he will ask me to open the window and talk to me, asking where Ive been since he havent been seeing me for quite sometime:
" Im studying , in Johor. Im having my holidays now for 3 weeks"

And if he cant seem to stop me at the gate, he'll come to the parking spot and talk to me. Talk about creepy. This happens everyday.

Today he asked me, so youre going back tomorrow? I said yes.
"Please dont go to Johor. You just study here lah..cant you just study here?"
me : er...

Packing

chee....im supposed to be packing

12.30 pm
eheh...tak abis lagi packing...(beg tak muat....) uh oo....

*sambung packing*

The Guy Who Puckered Up To Help Me

It was the moment of truth.

Station 4 (i think).. Examination of the Abdomen.

Even though I have paid my brother handsomely which is RM50 for using him as my practice dummy, I was scared.

Standing outside the door n reading the questions, I wonder who is my examiner. The Examination of the Abdomen is so far the longest and most complicated of all systems. Bell rings. I opened the door, I nearly fainted when I see... Dr Kelvin!!! Nnooo...he is a head and neck specialist and always look at me one kind like my head is hollow with air during anatomy labs.  Not that he is wrong. Only I hate to be the one to confirm that his assumptions are correct..

me : Smile. Good Morning Dr Kelvin.

him: Examine your patient. * hurrily looking for something*

patient: *looked surprised and pleased to see me.*

me: thinking : *yeah yeah i know i m the first malay u have seen all morning and u r not so bad looking of a malay guy too, and i am flattered by your non-verbal cues, but i need to pass, and i thank god that u are not THAT drop dead gorgeous or else i'd have problems listening to your tummy later because all i can hear is my heartbeat*

Funny how i can think all that in 2 seconds. hehehe.

me: Hi Sam..my name is Irma, a second year medical student from Monash University, and today, I have been asked by the GP to examine your abdomen. it will involve u taking off your shirt and me touching your hands, face, tummy and legs. Is it ok with u?

patient: nods.

me: thank you. smile. so can i have your hands, please?

patient:*refused to give me his hands n did his lips like he was trying to kiss me, only he is not. he is trying to kiss the table that is across the room**his eyes were also a little weird, doing this rolling things*

examiner: *didnt see what he was doing..still busy*

me: *Verry confused.* Huh??? * looked at the table and saw the solution to wash hands*

Ahhhhhhh!!! No wonder !!!!!!!!!!!!!I forgot to wash my hands!!! A terrible NO NO That can fail me!!! *wash hands, examiner gave me marks*

that time, i felt like i owed my soul to him..hahaha...the rest of the examination was pretty funny, before i even ask him to look up or down to look for pallor/jaundice, he already done it...Hahaha...

Anyway...my patient..wherever u are...thank u..!!! pucker up always....u look cute like that..ngahaha....

Uik berdebar debar

nO La..im not in love...kua kua kua tetipu...

Sebenarnyer...exam da nak dekat...besok benarnye...takut la...

Dub dap dub dap....

Dong Dong Dong Dong (heartbeat kuat giler...)

apela aku merepek nie....*tampar pipi sendiri yang tembam*