I am Stupid

I am such a stupid person, practically!

Despite many attempts, I failed to place a catheter into the dog's saphenous vein yesterday. Theoritically, it apears an easy task. Visually, it looks nothing difficult. Practically, I am no one but a dump!

Furthermore, I have short term memories! They just do not stay in my brain!

I cannot put up with it! How am going to call myself a vet student with so poor knowledge? Come on!

Fucking Monday

Tiring and fucking monday I have had!

I sacrificed my sleep time to reach uni a bit earlier to settle my course registration. The staff supposed to register the elective subject for me, DID NOT do so but she did it to my other mates!!! As a result, few damn people seized the chance to change from group 2 to group 1.

But, it was supposed to be only 29 students in group 1, while 26 students in group 2.  There was even an understanding that those who had registered for group 1 who remained in this group, vice versa.

So, I was like an ant on the heated frying pan for my last weekend and the whole morning today.

I was so flared up when told that I was registered into group 2. If the energy was not wasted in walking to Animal Science Building to seek for help from the lecturer and calming down my increased epinephrine, I might gain some weight from it!

Damn the few extra students from group 2 whom I know yet competed with us! Hope they will get kicked off to their original group!

I did try to ease myself by thinking from their perspective that they just want a better lecture time and even lecturer. BUT, they MUST NOT do it at the expense of another! 

Well, I did not give in to these black sheep. Fortunately the lecturer agreed to help us up in this matter.

In the late afternoon, I went to check on the dog assigned for tomorrow's surgery. It was scared and hence got aggressive when we tried to measure its body weight and temperature. My group mates and I spent quite a while but failed to handle it. Somemore my group mate showed her tensed idiot face, as if like I should call her PROFESSOR!

No need to give us lecture that we all have had OK?

Calm down calm down. Pray for a better tomorrow.

New Semester - Be the best surgeon!

New semester again! But I skipped 3 morning classes and attended only the lab session in the noon on the first day. (儿童不宜)

Heaps of compliments to the academic division which arranged such a fantastic academic calendar.

"Meeting you again in the end of year is a curse". I agree no more to my sister's lecturer in UM.

In the 6th semester, the paraclinical phase, clinical pathology, clinical skills and anaesthesiology & general surgery subjects are introduced. This means, I cannot no longer escape from living a even tougher life with longer study hours.

First time with a scrub suit on

My entire last Tues had been given to Anaesthesiology and General Surgery. The one-hour lecture started at 9am, followed by lab session till 7pm with only an hour break at 11.30am. Wow, that was really an experience! My stomach was yelling and my head was aching in the surgery room. I could hardly concentrate but I barely managed to force myself to turn on my brain.

Even though no surgery, the introduction session took 7 hours!

Haiz,  I am the first surgeon, also the experimental mouse to perform abdominal surgery 2 weeks later... I worry that I will not do it well, having no experience at all.... But one good point of being the first is that, I will be able to perform surgery twice!!! You know what, on average, a student has only 1 chance of performing surgery in this semester!

The first group members

Huh? Will we be trained skillful enough when we graduate later? God knows... Therefore, I must appreciate and treasure every chance flying in front of me.

I was called to demonstrate how to put on surgical gown and gloves by minimising contamination. Em, I must look stupid last Tuesday when I failed to wear the gloves in my first trial... Luckily the lecturer was kind enough and corrected my mistake. So, learn from mistakes!

Always, I am the first in the name list, so everybody knows my matric number and looks at my grades...

Now, I am in the first group and the first surgeon in my group who will soon perform my very first surgery... So, everyone will observe me...

The unmeasurable pressure, stress, burden... You may not see it from me, because I am good in acting....

OK! Practice makes perfect! I want to be the BEST surgeon!!!!

Childhood Memory is the Best Gift Ever (Part 1)

When young, my sisters and I would make birthday cards of all sizes and shapes to my mom. It was rather like a competition of creativity among my siblings. Fun, but no winner or loser. As we grow up, cards are replaced by treats of meals and visits, whatever money works.

This card was designed by my younger sister last year

I mentioned in my earlier post that, childhood memory is the best gift ever (extracted and modified from the book 你那边，几点). No doubt. I remember mom would buy a birthday cake, many roasted chicken wings and fruit-favoured champagnes where we celebrated our birthdays at home...

Dredged up my buried talents, I made a birthday card to my mom for her 60th lunar birthday.

This was designed by me

And this card made her happy when she received it yesterday. To me, that was more than enough.

Early Breakfast In Petaling Street

Mates, would you wake up in the early morning just to grab some food? I mean, at 430am! I would NOT of course.

Just now, we were supposed to go hiking Broga hill with my 4th uncle. But he failed in his struggle to wake up. And since our eyes were wide open yet not ready to waste energy PLUS my younger sister was begging for it, we went to Petaling Street for early breakfast.

The traffic was way damn smooth. I realised how KL folks have been wasting precious time for stupid traffic jam during day because our car journey just took 10 minutes! Otherwise, it would take at least 1 hour.

Frankly speaking, I dislike going to Petaling Street during day because it is always congested with people of all walks of life and polluted with noises and smokes. But in early morning, it appeared so peaceful and quiet.

"Unforgettable early breakfast in such a place!" My mom just celebrated 59th birthday yesterday, said to us.

汉记的生鱼粥

So, sleepless? Head to Petaling Street for delicious porridge!

童年的回忆，才是最好的生日礼物

“我们不知道送你什么，就送你童年的回忆。可以吗？” --- [你那边，几点] @ 作者敷米浆

没错，随着岁月的飘逝，才发觉小时候的好处。

制造然后放风筝，单脚跳捉人，跳绳，五粒子，弹笔......多么令人怀念！

所以不需要昂贵礼物，蛋糕，山珍海味。

童年的回忆，才是最好的生日礼物。

Unloading Stress after Finals at Broga Hill

Seriously I need to adjust my biological clock. It is ruined by the finals ended yesterday and I was sleepless again at 4am. I was to meet my friends at 5.30am for the hiking.

Savoured a cup of coffee, eaten 2 boiled eggs, received a call from Vania at 5.00am.

"Where are you? We arrived at Tasik Selatan already", although in the sms I clearly stated it to be at 5.30am. So, I made a quick move to meet them.

If you ever watch One Piece, Nami having a great sense of direction, is the sole important narrator of the pirate ship. And if I was her, the pirate ship would never reach its destination as desired, or take a hundred year. We spent quite some time for "trial-and-error" and finally made our way there.

However, our main objective to watch the "rays of hope" was not really achieved - because the sun never waited for us.

We, or more precisely Zi Herk and I dashed like lightning hoping to "cease" the sunrise. And I forgot that we came as a group.

Maxine did not follow us tight enough or response us when we shouted her name. Those unforgettable moments sprout into my mind suddenly. I did not want the same incidence happen again! Just when we were about to go down hill search for her, she came into our sight.

"I just wanna walk slowly", She said it in her monotonic voice. Gosh, we were worried about you!!!! Then, in exhaustion, she chose to give up hiking and waited for us in the companion of Meng Joo.

And, I reminded myself a precious lesson I have had learned yet forgotten. Do not be selfish and careless towards others...

Despite the tardiness, we ultimately stepped at the first pit-stop of Broga hill.

Vania: Finally...

Did we actually catch the sunrise in time?

On the other hand, quite a number of students from Utar and UKM were there busy capturing the scenic views (see picture below). There were also a couple of old folks who took hiking as an exercise and did not take any photographes.

What do I have to say? NICE. You may feel tired for the hiking, sweat a lot and get irritated by the straw-like weeds. BUT believe me that your insistence will be paid off by the magnificiant drawings of nature. The winds will blow off your sweat; the warmth of sun will instill you energy.

I definitely wanna get back here again perhaps with tough friends because I have 3 more pit-stops yet to explore! Why did I make it? Haiz, my mates were whining in hunger. See you then, Broga Hill.