the much required respite March 26, 2006
Posted by pofun in it's my beautiful day.4 comments
Early dinner today at crown prince swenson's to celebrate Xinyi's birthday. A pretty good turnout, and we sat musing on how we still keep in contact. Almost 8 years since the fateful decision which put us through those torturous trainings that built the bond. 4 years since we parted ways for the different junior colleges, and a couple more before we take on our individual roles in the society's workforce. I quite miss the darlings and those rolling good times. Yumin's silly antics, Wendy's quirky humour, gossipy Xinyi, Huiyi's motherly goodness, even Wee Cat and her act-seh demeanor. We had our very own Journey to the West, footage of Wendy shaking her booty during kbox and little jokes and idiosyncrasies that never fail to entertain. Happy happy times =)
Dinner was good. Gigantic card Wendy made was lovely! Hah.. the creative genius. Couldn't stay for kbox. Ah well, perhaps some other time.
dire dire consequence of late night mugging March 21, 2006
Posted by pofun in it's my beautiful day.3 comments
“Eat me, eat me,” I heard the monitor croon. Late last night, much to my amazement, she started singing.
”Eat me, eat meeeeee…”
And she flashed herself for all she’s worth. I couldn’t take it, no i couldn’t. Last night I bared my teeth and sank them in. She screeched and shrieked in pain and agony, yet managed to keep her pretty song going.
”Eat me, eat meeeeee…”
Oh, how alluring, that sweet sweet melody. How could I resist? I munched and I chomped to my heart’s content, enjoyed myself and danced in the darkness.
But this morning there it was.
My non-functional monitor.
of human bondage March 18, 2006
Posted by pofun in of steth-decked days.2 comments
How aptly-put, the reason we chose the profession.
The bf and I had a discussion the other day. Overly enthusiastic parents and applicants at the open house, it seemed, had pestered those at the medicine booth for answers to the interview questions. The bf didn’t think much of the issue. It’s just the additional bit of effort one makes to ensure a greater chance with the application. Nothing wrong with the extra preparation.
Yet knowledge of the assortment of underlying reasons an applicant heralds peeves me; Friend A thought it a good way to defer national service, Friend B applied since the girl he fancied did so. Hence, a stringent selection process is required to sieve out the insincere.
The interview is a straight-forward process any bona fide applicant easily passes. How daunting a task is it for one claiming medicine to be his calling to explain his passion? Pre-empting questions and rehearsing for them is perfectly acceptable. But to request for tried-and-tested solutions to disguise ill-intentions is unscrupulous.
Med school is one long arduous journey of boring facts. It isn’t mere intellect that carries one through, but knowledge that any minute description you pick up along the way could someday save a life. Moreover, I want to work amongst competent individuals, not those whose passion and sympathy fade even before we graduate, which I think it applies for the rest of us too.
Ultimately, it is simple and innate. If you’ve got it, good. Otherwise, you’ll just do better in another profession.
