Thursday, February 19, 2009

HE WHO IS PENNILESS

So there I was at the ATM, staring at the numbers on the screen: 28.59 left in my current account. And 4 days to go before my allowance comes in.

I stood there not really knowing how much to draw when a man stepped up to the other ATM. He was on the phone and was talking rather loudly.

And he said to the person on the other end of the phone, "You know who you gotta stay with, man? You have to stay with your first wife, *muffled* back when you didn't have money at all."

Presumably that man is trying to choose between at least 2 women and his first wife was there for him back when he didn't have money. I tried to stop myself but my cynical self was far too quick: wow, so there is a man capable of being decent.

The first wife must have loved him not only for who he was then but also for who he could turn out to be. Shit must have happened somewhere along the way but maybe with a friend like that, he could go back to her.

I don't even know if I have a solid point here.

The average student will spend 7-10 years to repay their student loan. Some unlucky bastards may have up to 1 million ringgit in debt; some may not even need to fork out a single penny. But we all will owe money some day which we have to pay back.

Here's to all students out there who are tired of never having enough money and are wishing to earn some soon.

"Hey remember back when you didn't have money but I stayed with you anyway? I did it because I loved you."

That doesn't sound romantic at all no matter how you say it; but it's not a bad thing at all.

Admittedly it's easier to love a poor student now because he could turn out to be a consultant surgeon with a 150K paycheck some years later. But still...

Thursday, February 05, 2009

DOCTOR HORRIBLE

There's a thing going among medical students when it comes to comparing who's in a worse situation in terms of firm. Horrible consultants, arrogant SHOs, incompetent F1s, far out location, bad accommodation and I should not list more.

It will go something like this:
A: My consultant likes to keep track of me. He wants me to come in every day. Can you imagine having this kind of shit 4 weeks before finals?
B: My consultant wants me to present a case during every ward round. He grills me on the differentials and management right in front of the whole team and the patients!
C: Urgh, my consultant wants me to come to every clinic and theatre. We're oncall this week, they gave me a bleep so now I have to be oncall every fucking day.
D: My consultant puts a leash round my neck so I can't eat, pee or poo without him knowing; let alone get away from the firm.

Or something to that extent. But my point is, there's a lot tragedies going around you gotta shed a few tears for these sorry souls.

I'm being sarcastic, of course.

This is a game I can never seem to win. No matter how horrible a day I'm having, someone out there is getting his ass kicked harder than mine. Boy, there must be a massive load of horrible doctors out there that lawyers are getting kicked out of hell to make room for them.

It doesn't help that finals is coming up, so more people are trying to say they're having really tough time to do revision. Shushh don't say the word st**ss unless you want to see a sleep-deprived caffeine-fuelled medical student turn red and blow up in your face. (I'm exaggerating of course - they can't turn red because they're so anaemic from not eating enough)

I think it's kind of natural that medical students dramatize their dull, dull life. Television is after all full of medical dramas; it's been deeply ingrained that medical profession is full of dramas. So maybe for some, they think they're in a medical school therefore their life must be full of tiny little dramas. Television made us interesting; unlike say... actuaries. I don't see no dramas about them!

What? I think that's funny *laugh*

We are all flawed in some ways.

Anyway, I don't (want to) play the game anymore. You don't want the bleep? Let your dog have it for breakfast.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

THEY WON'T

Girl: Hey, wake up. Enough nap.
Boy: *groggy* Will you marry me?
Girl: *smacks him* Did you just propose to me?!
Boy: Huh, what did I say?
Girl: You said will you marry me?
Boy: No, I didn't.
Girl: Urgh, go back to sleep.

Pffth.