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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QARns_cSp7ImA9WhRbEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10125849</id><updated>2012-02-01T23:35:47.549Z</updated><category term="randomness" /><category term="deep thought" /><category term="the animal lover in me" /><category term="playing doctor" /><category term="a place called home" /><category term="backtrack" /><category term="torture by another name" /><category term="road trip" /><category term="life in uni" /><category term="birthday" /><category term="f.r.i.e.n.d.s" /><category term="life or something like it" /><category term="sportsy me" /><category term="boys will be boys" /><category term="castles in the air" /><category term="food for thought" /><category term="celebrations" /><category term="my heart strings" /><category term="ohana means family" /><category term="between mugging" /><category term="dreams are made of this" /><category term="the big screen" /><title>My life of poking needles and filling forms</title><subtitle type="html">Hello, my name is Chye, I'm a &lt;i&gt;Job Monkey&lt;/i&gt;. Also known as the &lt;i&gt;Junior Doctor&lt;/i&gt;.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://senaiboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://senaiboy.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10125849/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Chye Hing Siaw</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105998535626916748276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VYpeQR5iMNA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/5VfCkwIqpfM/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>374</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MedStudentTryingToBeAMedStudent" /><feedburner:info uri="medstudenttryingtobeamedstudent" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUHRnk5fSp7ImA9WhRUGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10125849.post-8587432438181349399</id><published>2012-01-29T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:00:37.725Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-29T20:00:37.725Z</app:edited><title>it's a good day to die</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://senaiboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8587432438181349399/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10125849&amp;postID=8587432438181349399&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10125849/posts/default/8587432438181349399?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10125849/posts/default/8587432438181349399?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MedStudentTryingToBeAMedStudent/~3/I0cwc6rPasU/its-good-day-to-die.html" title="it's a good day to die" /><author><name>Chye Hing Siaw</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105998535626916748276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VYpeQR5iMNA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/5VfCkwIqpfM/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Note: Old draft. Written sometime during my Orthopaedic post, between May and August 2011. While on the train journey from Glasgow back to Dundee, I was suddenly reminded of this patient I came across. Was half-surprised to see this uncompleted draft sitting among my posts. Might not be what I intended to write at the time, but I guess I'll just finish it and publish anyway.--In medicine, it's 
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A small gesture, perhaps out of habitual politeness that is so British. Yet it means something to me deep inside, I've just not figured out what. Is it a feeling of being welcomed here?

It's 3.5 years now I've been here in Scotland, and at least another 1.5 years to go. It still doesn't feel like home. Maybe it's not 
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I am homesick.--Namewee, I salute you. Just when Malaysia needed someone like you, you appeared and rose up to the occasion. When the media taints your name and society condemned you, you refuse to give up 
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Hungry me: Was there anything else that you experienced?
Patient: *thinks hard* Oh, there was this one time, I farted and got more than I bargained for ..
Not-so-hungry-anymore me: . . .
--
Some patients just don't want to disappoint..
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Being a medical student and a junior doctor can be worlds apart.
I'm not sure if I should be disgusted or bemused that I can stick my finger up any bum without the slightest hint of apprehension anymore.
And being able to tell a patient I'm going to do that with a totally straight face, like I stick my finger up bums everyday.
Wait, that's not right.
--
That said, I should 
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Glancing through it, I did not even got past the first few lines when something caught my eye.
Bra size: ......
Cup size:.......
What the ef.
Maybe the patient can read the form and fill it up herself, I thought optimistically.
--
She squinted at the paper I held up in front of her.
No
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--
It wasn't a spontaneous decision that I went home for Chinese New Year. Can't even remember the last time I did, think this was the first since I came to Scotland. I'd thought it's just proper that I 
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But that's life. Once it has passed, it's gone, nothing but a fading memory.
--
Guess a note to my future self of where I
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But I wonder how long I can stand it here ..
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Roads closed.. shops closed.. buses stopped..
Fortunately some of us survived.. :P
(There was actual thunder and lightning along with the snowstorm this time.. not seen that before)
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I want to go home today, she said.
Can I go home? she asked tearfully.
--
Yes you can, I answered forcing a smile.
When did the hospital become a prison? I thought.
Is it possible that we care too much sometimes?
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Looking down at the water pooling around my feet, I waited. Warm, but not hot enough, I thought. This will do.
As the water reached the brim and overflowed, I slid myself down and lie in the tub. Without warning, the water coming out of the tap turned colder all of a sudden. I wasn't really bothered.
A few 
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And so begins the next phase of my life, the longest one: my working life. Still lots of question marks surrounding my own future, biggest of all the where and when. At 
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But why am I not?
I want to run and run and never look back.
Go somewhere far away and be lost.
Make myself drunk and escape from my life.
.. I think I'm depressed.
Update: Somehow, I'm back to my old self the next morning. This recurring slump is worrying me..
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Z5xisfh1Ql-Jh_IeTQhkBl-6W9w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Z5xisfh1Ql-Jh_IeTQhkBl-6W9w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MedStudentTryingToBeAMedStudent/~4/J9SodZDKWLE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://senaiboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/8826-i-need-new-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcMQ3k-eip7ImA9WxFXF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10125849.post-2466414112365243264</id><published>2010-05-21T03:04:00.029+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:18:02.752+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-25T00:18:02.752+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life in uni" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="torture by another name" /><title>8808: 5 years.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://senaiboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2466414112365243264/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10125849&amp;postID=2466414112365243264&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10125849/posts/default/2466414112365243264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10125849/posts/default/2466414112365243264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MedStudentTryingToBeAMedStudent/~3/J9HZJ2k4LAs/8808-5-years.html" title="8808: 5 years." /><author><name>Chye Hing Siaw</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105998535626916748276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VYpeQR5iMNA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/5VfCkwIqpfM/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__uwF6BKBSWU/S_r9PzO1BHI/AAAAAAAAAa0/tIH6k3mzvgU/s72-c/photo+(1).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Cliched as it sounds, it surely is a long journey.
Had my viva yesterday, a 40-minute Q&amp;amp;A session based on my portfolio. The portfolio that I rushed till literally the very last minute, forgoing sleep for all of 48 hours prior to submission. I was so burdened by the stress, I can't even imagine how I ever survived staying awake all night just typing away on my laptop. Trust me to procrastinate 
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But I have a confession to make.
I'd always thought I was different from others. You know, there's so many things about me that is not 'normal'. This was probably one of the biggest things I noticed about myself. Some 
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If you asked me to name one thing from my childhood which I associate most with being 'home', the above is what it is.
These miles and miles of plantation. All of my fondest childhood memories had been among these stumpy, thorny trees.
Yes, it's kelapa sawit.
I'm a kelapa sawit boy. At least, I was.
I want to be a child again, among the kelapa sawit.
--
I'm a little more nostalgic these days 
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"Finally."
"The mythical last day .."
--
It wasn't until they mentioned it that I realised. Is this the end of my life as a medical student? Have we really reach the end?
I can't get my head around it.
It's been 5 years. That's 20% of my life spent in medical school.
I still can't get my head around it.
Oh well, first I need to make sure I get out 
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Today I half-spring-cleaned my room. Reorganised my wardrobe. Reunited with a few long-lost pieces of clothes that I haven't seen for a long time. Said goodbye to a few more, as I packed them off to donate away.
Surreal, just surreal.
I'm moving out in 2, 3 months. Again. It hasn't really gotten to me yet, but I guess I'll feel it more when I clean up my room for the last time 
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When a grown-up man cry in front of you.
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
Why did the Man cry?
He sat there, with his broad shoulders and chiseled jaw. Looking like he could rearrange someone's face with his fist without a moment of hesitation. No doubt bout that, as he used to be a sportsman. One of the 'Heavies', as they call it
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1IYF0bJDuwfGnIEF6upGob-qsbg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1IYF0bJDuwfGnIEF6upGob-qsbg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MedStudentTryingToBeAMedStudent/~4/tctx_WHrJ6Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://senaiboy.blogspot.com/2010/03/lessons-from-pain-clinic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMFQHg4cCp7ImA9WxBbFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10125849.post-7702559463547842903</id><published>2010-03-11T10:25:00.028Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:06:51.638Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-12T15:06:51.638Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="playing doctor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my heart strings" /><title>The S word - Part I</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://senaiboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7702559463547842903/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10125849&amp;postID=7702559463547842903&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10125849/posts/default/7702559463547842903?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10125849/posts/default/7702559463547842903?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MedStudentTryingToBeAMedStudent/~3/nHKOIOlzeMw/s-word-part-i.html" title="&lt;i&gt;The S word&lt;/i&gt; - Part I" /><author><name>Chye Hing Siaw</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105998535626916748276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VYpeQR5iMNA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/5VfCkwIqpfM/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">There's always that uneasy feeling among the bystanders when suicide happened. It's a rather awkward, morbid phenomenon to encounter and most people just don't know what to do. All they can think of are questions. Why? Why? Why?
During routine anaesthetic work in the theatre, a man was rushed into the A&amp;amp;E downstairs after being found unconscious. Very hypothermic, unresponsive, with empty boxes 
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I went to watch a play, all by myself.
It was a couple of weeks ago, while I was walking across town to get my badly-needed haircut when I came across this advert poster showing a new play coming to the local repertory theatre. Intrigued, to say the least, and curious I was. 18 months I've been
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It's called 'Bacillus cereus'.
Just cook your rice and leave it outside in the kitchen for 2 days, then cook it for dinner afterwards. Perfect incubation habitat for multiplying, toxins-releasing bacillus.
No need for any laxatives or appetite suppressant pills.
Bacillus cereus works wonder for your guts. And appetite.
Who says losing weight 
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On our way back from London city to Luton airport by bus now. Within hours, the five of us - ben, Jackie, mus, cheemei, me - will find ourselves shivering together in the cold of Edinburgh again.
The past 2 days in London must have been the best time I've had in a very long time, felt like forever. Meeting our 3 friends from different
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It's a recruitment for medical officers for Territorial Army.
And then I had a sudden unexplained interest to join the
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