My blogging itch is back

I have a blissful 5-day holiday (5 days because my surg elective tutor is only back on Tuesday muahaha) ahead of me when I finished my test on Thursday and immediately I scrambled to arrange meet ups with my various groups of friends because annoyingly after these 5 days I have to start mugging again for the stupid mcq test in a month’s time.

But sadly I could only arrange to meet up with 2 groups of friends and I realized that most of my friends have either graduated/entering their final year/going for honours so they’re all mostly busy with attachment stuff now and will only be free in july (my old traveling pals tried to tempt me into ponning school to go hk with them then, oh I’m so tempted). Such a scary thought, that we’re all growing up and entering adulthood (ya ya I know we have all supposedly left our teenage years behind when we turned 21 but I’m telling myself that as long as I still go to school it doesn’t count). I suppose next year when I meet up with them they’d all be talking about year-end bonuses and bitching about their bosses, while I look on miserably with terrified eyes set in a gaunt face and hugging my emaciated malnutritioned frame and rocked nervously back and forth in the manner all anxiety disorder patients seem to have (I was told that the fifth year is so bad that we all become neurotic and wake up crying every morning).

I laughed out loud when I saw the new HOs walk into the wards on their very first day of work. They strode in with a bounce in their steps and an enthusiastic smile on their faces with their stethoscopes and ties around their necks and neatly pressed shirts. They don’t looked like Year 5s, without the Oxford laden white coats, anxious looks and eyes frantically scanning the wards for patients to clerk but they don’t look like HOs either, since they don’t look world-weary and jaded. I looked at them and then at my current HO-soon-to-be-MO, who was in scrubs and looked more tired than usual and who also looked at least 10 years older than the new HOs. He was also much more jaded than some of the other HOs I’ve met during my medicine posting, and I understand perfectly. I would be extremely jaded too if I’m the HO in charge of a ward where half of my patients had been there for the last 3 months. W shook his head when he saw the new HOs and said, “Being a HO really adds a lot of cang1 sang1 to your face”.

Which is why I’m determined to enjoy every holiday I have to its maximum. As George would say, “Carpe Diem. Seize the day”.

Oh and I’m sorry, yan and bao, for canceling our bridgy session so last minute. I freaked out when my mum suddenly hinted at a Mother’s Day present, since for the last 5 years or so my only present to my parents would be a supper treat. I stopped making them ugly cards (age 5-13) and buying them silly gifts (age 14-17) because honestly when you’re an only child there comes an age when you just simply run out of cheap gift ideas and things to write in cards.
This was how my mum hinted at a present:
Me: Ma, so are you free on sat for your Mother’s Day treat?
Mum: Sure I’m free anytime. We should also visit your nanny, should buy her something for Mother’s Day.
Me: But she’s so busy, I don’t think she has time to come out for a meal for me to treat her.
Mum: Mother’s Day no need to have treat one mah, can buy present.
There was a slight pause while I continued watching tv and didn’t really pay attention to what she just said.
Mum: yi shi qian qian ah (literal translation: meaning is shallow. Veiled message: you should know what to do ah. Get me a present NOW.)
Me silence
Mum repeated a few more times of yi shi qian qian
And then the fatal blow…
Mum: Have you seen how some girls hint for a present? My hands very empty leh!
And she waved the dorsums of her hands in front of my face.

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