February

Without much realization, a month had passed. I find myself pretty much confused, not know if I should get excited or be dreadful as the month of February approaches. This month, to be exact on the 5th of February, my little brother


finally hit the big TWO zero. Yeah, he's 20 now. I can't believe it since we haven't been growing side by side like we used to. Nope, nothing to be too excited about. Because this is just another way of God letting me know that I am 24 this year. I think.

So, I got the brother a pair of pens. He likes it. Or at least he pretended to which either way it doesn't really matter because he likes it! :)
Really, don't get me started on how hard is it to buy the male species a nice gift. You see, they like gadgets and they are really not too fond of getting clothes for their birthday/anniversaries/Christmas/etc. It really was a tough decision with a lot of internal battle. I had to resist my 'sister'nal instinct/need of wanting to get my brother another new piece of clothing. It was fortunate for him that I succeeded to suppress that instinct, for now he will receive this.
Not a piece of clothing for a change. And yes, one day I will get him that Lamborghini, which he never fail to remind me every now and then. One day when Lamborghini becomes economical.
Dearest brother,
Thank you for giving me so many reasons to be so proud of you.
I love you and will always be there for you :)
Ah er.

I really quite dread that it is already February. Even though the organizer did help me to manage my time more effectively, some part of me is afraid that I might not achieve as much as I am aiming for by the end of this year at this rate I am going at.

I did managed to start off a few things, for instance to find the joy in drawing/sketching. I really want to be able to draw a nice portrait.
Spend some time to be more fashion-conscious.
Yesterday, I had the most 'aman' night duty in history. 'Aman' in this context means a very quiet night duty that is filled with very few patients (which provided a large room for us to do some sitting, sleeping and smiling). I really don't have many 'aman' night duty because I am known as the 'penarik'. 'Penarik' in this context actually means patients-magnet. Yeah, the same meaning as a chicks-magnet. Just replace the image of chicks with patients, and now you get the picture. So whenever I am on duty, the ward is almost always bound to be full, very very full. I bet by now you're probably thinking that we're a bunch of superstitious medical students, making conclusions without evidence-based. But let me tell you something, it is always better to be superstitious than not. Just like yesterday, Subha 'sshhh' me off when I was about to say the 'A' word.

At 2.30 am in the Obgyn EMG ward.
me : Wow Subha. Today's jaga is like damn a..
Subha : SSSSHHHHH!! Don't you dare to say that word. You can say it if it's already 5 am but not now, nooOOOoooo Amy don't!
me : err okay Subha.

You see, it is always better to play safe. It is better to be superstitious than not because I don't want to be responsible for the high influx of patients after the word being said.

p/s : I have managed to assist a delivery of a healthy baby!
p/s/s : After making a table to help me decide on which specialty I should pursue in near future, 'Family practice' ended up with the most stars.