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much to my dismay, the hols passed me by in a blink of an eye. more so because i’ve been a couch potato all summer. and now i have to welcomed myself to the world of pv bleed and foul-smelling discharge, quite reluctantly. i am still trying to get used to the idea of asking people questions that i wouldt dream to ask otherwise. and going through with examination without feeling awkward by the position of the patient. the first time i could felt myself turning red. without doubt, the nature of the specialty itself is very, how could i say it, intimate. i wouldnt know how i would hold up if i were a bloke. but from what i’ve learnt they are doing fine. enjoying themselves,in fact. no wonder its a male-dominated specialty.

i know for  fact that this one is definitely not for me. well never say no because you’ll never know what will happen in the future. but as of now, i just want this 7 weeks to be over so i could meet male patients again(one tht has not just came out of the womb). ha!

after 4 days, there’s really nothing much to tell. other than fibroids and polyps and breech babies, i have yet to encounter the less ‘bread n butter’ stuffs.

so lets move on. its merdeka day!!it has been 50 years. has it really been 50 years? yes it has. and i have lived almost 23 yrs out of it. although it’s class as normal today. although the docs, my mates and everyone else here are oblivious of the fact that 50 years ago today a small country has found its way out of british empirialism. (has we really??). they call themselves brittons, but they dont keep track of the country they used to colonized. ( i’m not blaming them. i mean, i wouldnt too, there’s just too many!) but they have to try to at least remember the few ones that have given them so much revenues, through tin and rubber for example.(malaysia lah, who else??) i mentioned this to who-was-it-the-other-day, but i was shuuhhed. so much for the thanks. grateful lots arent they. (not meant in sarcastic way)

what i’m trying to say was, even if i’m not there in dataran merdeka or klcc or wherever it is they are celebrating nowadays to shout ‘merdeka!’ on top of my lungs, nor did i watch the parade, i’m happy nonetheless to be seeing my nation has arrived at its 50th year with just minor glithches in its track record. not that i want to launch into wistful remarks like ‘ooh we r such a great nation and everyone else should copy us’, its an achievement one way or the other and we should feel proud. but lest not be idle as there is still much to be done. let’s make access to drugs and care in the community easier for diabetic patients, for a start. and certainly partying all night with beer bottles in hand on the eve of merdeka is not going to help our nation in any way. (or would it??)

well, what more can i say. praise to God we have come this far. happy merdeka day.