I’m going to miss cg6 so very much, our days spent eating 2 hour lunches, making fun of various SFCs (which stands for senior-f***ing-consultants or supernova-f***ing consultants, well you get the idea), our never-ending search for good food and hao jian, getting humptump by Richard Chen, ‘henging’ around making fun of zixiang and our nightcalls where we brought a whole new meaning to the term ‘ku zhong zuo le’. Our dearest Muthu, his brilliance at making us laugh never fails to amaze me, our dear ever so sweet cris who put up with all our nonsense, our one-in-a-million zixiang, I never thought guys like him actually exist and yet everyday he managed to surprise me yet again with either a spark of brilliance or another question of ultimate ‘cockness’ and Baliga who, even though he kept disappearing, provided us with many a good laugh. So in tribute to all these wonderful people I shall write about all those experiences we had together which made me love these guys so much now.
Nightcalls in Changi have always been so much fun, not because we get to learn much but because of the two guys I did nightcalls with. Nightcalls were supposed to start at 5pm and end at 10pm. We spent too happy a time crapping in the canteen that we started our first nightcall at 6pm and when the registrars told us to go home at 9pm, I was more than happy to but had to stay back to wait for my lift home. The guys were sweet enough to stay and keep me company. (Actually I have no idea if that’s what they were really doing or if they usually take 1 hour to pack their bags and leave the hospital). One moment they were showing me cute soccer players competing with each other to see who can come up with the ‘shuaiest’ guy to win my fancy, and then they were snooping around the CSO in the doctors’ cubicles. (Zx wanted to check out his competition, he has a crush on a certain consultant, and found out about her two year old daughter)
Our second nightcall started at 5pm sharp, in the canteen, and I had fun dishing out advice on how to get a girlfriend with the two guys taking in everything like it was some gospel truth. We only went up to the wards at 8pm and left at 9pm.
This was when I had my Close Encounter of the Third Kind in the wards. In the innermost corner of the ward was this small area by the windows where some equipment was stored, normally there wouldn’t be anyone hanging around there. At night, the ward was totally dark, except for some tiny lights on the floor. The effect was already quite creepy. We were walking by the dark corner, me walking in front and the two guys behind me, when Zhixiang grabbed my sleeve and asked me in a serious voice whether I saw something. My only thought was “SHIT!� I looked at Leonard in alarm and he too didn’t see anything. I decided to assume that Zhixiang was being his usual cock self and quickly walked away. The next thing I knew the guys were forcibly dragging me back to the corner to check things out. To my horror, I did see something this time. There was a faint outline of a woman standing still not doing anything. I couldn’t make out the limbs or the face and just saw long, long black hair. “Ahhhhh�, I thought and clutched at someone’s arm. That someone pushed me forward towards The Lady and told me to take a closer look. The Lady took a step towards me, the clouds cleared and moonlight shone on her face.
Tada! She was an Indian lady dressed all in black talking on the phone.
I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing. And that, sm, is my haunted experience. Don’t worry lar, my sources say hospitals are actually quite unhaunted one.
In TTSH, nightcalls are another word for ‘useless hours spent in hospital at night’. But we usually made the most out of the waiting. Some of the things we did:
Shopping at Toys R Us
Barney and Muthu
Barney, doing what all gay dinosaurs do
The look becomes him, don't you think?
Taking photos in changing room:
Scrubs which cause you to freeze in ot
I don't understand why in TTSH they make the girls wear dresses that look like oversized t-shirts and the guys wear v-necks that go down to the xiphoid process.
Exhausted
Farewell my friends
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