BLOW

Weather's been downright awful. It's been hailing the last 3 days now; not to mention strong winds.

The straw house would definitely be blown away; along with the piggy itself. The wooden house pun sama je; mesti runtuh punya. The piggy with the brick house would just have to stay in, make a cup of nice hot tea and curse the terrible weather.

In the last few months in the UK, first there was the flooding (I think a few people died). Then there was the teeny tiny earthquake (I woke up and read the headlines and was like 'there was an earthquake??') and a few weeks back, the storms which hit the south (northern people buat tak peduli je because they're used to bad weather and mocked the people in the south).

Orang kat UK memang suka kick up a fuss whenever 'terrible' weather hit them. Oh, they'll be expecting US and Afghanistan to send emergency aid soon. Kids will have to take classes on how to survive bad weather in the future. Politicians who support the environments boleh menang punye.

Dennis would occasionally complain about the weather as well; and like a true Malaysian (also like the childish person that I am), I would make fun of him like I've been through worse.

Well I have. But I honestly and shamefully admit, I can't stand the weather here. It's bad enough on a daily basis, but these cold winds and hails and snow, sigh, they're slowly killing me...

I want to go home.

KILLING TIME

I just found out August is actually the worst time for people to get sick. August is the month where new F1 doctors join their firms and contribute to high mortality rates due to their inexperience.

I don't suppose this is old news, isn't it? Because all F1 doctors do nowadays is paperworks. And boring venflons. Ah well, two more Augusts for me to find out. Uh... hopefully.

As for my Easter, I'm stuck writing a paper.

Seems like one less reason to look forward to working. Sigh. But I've decided to join the gym. I remember the time my dad bercita-cita tinggi nak bela ayam (we lived in a kampung house back then) because he thought it would be different therefore fun (my mom gelak because she thought it would be too much for him, and of course she was right).

Anyway, my job from time to time was to feed the chickens. And sometimes, let them out of the coop and run around so they could get a bit of exercise.

(Don't do that at home. Damn bahaya exposure to various infections bermain-main dengan ayam; didn't know back then, cis!)

Well, that's how I feel right now. I've been trapped in my room one paper after another, one case presentation after another; I so need some exercise. At least the chickens didn't have to do schoolworks.

Pff. But Endocrine Clinic was kinda cool. CAH, PCOS, premature thelarche, delayed puberty, and boring hypothyroidism =P But only 2-3 kids looked a bit funny. Ah well.

Have a good Easter everyone.

PENAT

I'm so tired. I've been stressing on a case a presentation and a case commentary since last Friday. Now that they're over, I thought I could catch up on sleep but I had to have that stupid cup of coffee! Worst decision of the week (I go by weeks).

I can't sleep but I'm so exhausted.

I feel like I should do something to make me feel better. Something thrilling, a rush that can wake me up. Like setting something up on fire.

I have to buy a lighter.

Anyway, I can't fuck up my sleep hours because I have Endocrine Clinic tomorrow morning. I'm so excited. A lot of people have done endocrinology firm, but I'm one of those unlucky ones who always ends up on gastro firms. Gastro tak habis-habis.

My firmmates who'd been to the clinic said it was very interesting. Apparently all the children look weird. I know it sounds insensitive; but like many things in this world it's not really sensitive until it happens to you or someone close to you. So yes, I am interested to see those children.

Hee, dah lama tak pergi clinic yang interesting. I generally don't enjoy clinics very much. I mean it's one thing if your consultant lets you clerk the new patients; it's another if they just want you to sit in a corner and observe. I mean how many times can you think about dinner plans in 4-5 hours?

One time, I was so bored I actually thought about what I would do if I found Madeleine McCann wandering around Whitechapel at night. Yea, I was that bored.

Sigh.