Just keep telling yourself you deserve it...

Leg of lamb, marinated in worcesteshire sauce, black pepper, sesame oil, oyster sauce
Semi mashed potatoes with garlic and butter
Terung goreng (malas nak check english translation) in the steak sauce,
Steamed carrots

Cost = 4.89 euro

My doodly notes

As I was browsing through my old notes, I noticed a recurrent theme. Lotsa doodles.



Depressed Much?



The ECT Misconception



if only my brain was a sponge...



An accurate self potrait




Making full use of the girls' colourful pens





WHO?




Maternal smokers should be hung

Tik tok

It finally snowed. For about 10 minutes.

I love snow. Especially when it’s all white and fluffy.

I hate rain. It makes you all wet.

Less than a day left till the final winter exams.


In 12 hours, it’ll be over.
Then I’m off and away from this wet gloomy place (which I is still love though) to Belfast, Galway and finally Scotland.

I’m already mentally filling up my shopping list. If only I could mentally add a few extra zeros to my bank account, grrr.


Ahh drama.

Hart of Dixie is a new show I discovered while studying really hard for the finals. 10 episodes (+ two packs of Cadbury choc cookies) later, I realized that I was hooked.

So a hotshot (and hot) young doctor dreaming to be a cardiothoracic surgeon is sent to a small town in Alabama, to do General Practice, in order to refine her somewhat flawed bedside manners.

Then all hell ("H E double hockey sticks", according to one of the characters) breaks loose.



So much for a medically-themed blog huh.

Four magic words

“Boss, pendek, tamau cukur.”

Then it’s just sitting back without a care in the world. I’m in safe hands.

For the past 10 odd years (I’m that old), getting a haircut has been an uneventful, safe routine back home.

Then I arrived in Dublin.

I’m not used to being pampered with a hair dryer. I get easily impressed with the fact he uses more than one type of scissors. There’s even ‘neck tape’ to make sure my hair doesn’t fall into my t-shirt.

Then he asks,

“How would you like your hair cut?”

“Short and neat,” I answered

“Well, can you be more specific?”

I panic. No I can’t be more specific. You’re the barber. You tell me!

“Em, use your imagination,” as I looked at him hoping for sympathy.

...............

It took more than an hour. He seemed reluctant to chop off my “soft, curly” hair, continually asking whether I was sure that I wanted it short.

At the end, I thanked him and paid off the 8 euro I owed. I left the ‘salon’ looking like a schoolboy. Urgh.

I miss home.

Oh, I finished the friggin essay.

High five!

All the luck I can get!

Numbers and figures

Pre- Clinical – check

Medicine – check

Surgery – check

Legal Medicine - check

Paediatrics – check

Obstetrics and Gynaecology – check

General Practice – check

Psychology – check

Public health - pending

I hope to god I passed GP and psych.

On a side note, there's HALAL JAPANESE FOOD people!

DUCK-ing Delicious

Chicken Katsu : ie ayam serbuk roti + kari tak pedas.....

Public Schmublic

Cohort. Case control. Systematic review. Meta analyses. Positive predictive value. Specificity. Sensitivity. Randomized controlled trial. Forest Plot. Prevalence. Crude mortality rate. Confidence interval. P value. Confounders. Bias.

Now that’s public health and epidemiology studies. Three weeks of lectures and tutorials full of numbers and figures. ( music starts : Noooobody said it was eeeaaassaayyy)

I can’t for the life of me comprehend the amount of effort it takes to critically analyze a research paper. Oh so many numbers!

A 3500 essay needs to be finished by Thursday. Current word count stands at 1998.

Basically data needs to be analysed in each research paper chosen. Up to 15 references are allowed. I currently have 8.

Each research paper references other research papers. The more you delve in the more confusing it gets; a never-ending rabbit hole.

I keep finding more research within research.

RESEARCH WITHIN RESEARCH WITHIN RESEARCH......

Hang on.........

res-CEPTION!