It demands a lot from us students, and yet lecturers tell us all the time that this is just the start of our troubles. And yet, we all knew about how hard it was going to be the moment we took our oaths. But I suppose it all didn't quite hit us back then. Back then, it was just hey I'm still a new student, it's all good, I've got time and years to come. Then time flies by without us realising it and here we are with no longer the excuse of having time and feeling comforted by that thought. Here we are with lecturers reminding us that we've reached the point where we are about to enter into the clinical phase, the point where we should be knowing all our stuff by now, or most of it at least.

It's demanding, stressful, and tiring. But hey, it's part of the requirements.

So here's to hardcore mugging. *clink*

In hospitals you meet patients, that's like saying you go to a police station and you meet policemen.

The group of us entered the ward, scanning the patients to pick our next target for our case presentation. Not many noticed the man in the corner in a wheelchair eyeing us with great interest. He was easily dismissible and judging from his physical outlook, most students would tend to avoid him. It was only when we realised that the rest of the patients in the ward was uncooperative did we decide to take a chance on this eager patient and talk to him.

In regular hospitals, patients come in and then they leave when they're better. But in the Orang Asli Hospital, patients were allowed to stay for as long as they wish. After attempting to talk to him, we finally left and we approached a nurse asking about the man's condition. It was then that we realise that he had been one of the "permanent residents" of the hospital. The hospital had been his home since he was young. Perhaps all he sees is the nurses and the patients that come and go. Who knew if he had family members who visited him? Was his enthusiasm to see us because noone really paid any attention to him throughout the years? Who knew?

But it was something, seeing the joy in someone's face, to see the eyes that lighted up, simply a product of a gesture of noticing.

Then the effects start coming. The thing is for these naps, I can't wake up. I just keep falling back to sleep. And when and if I do force myself to wake up, I feel groggy like hell, completely disorientated, blur, like I haven't stepped back into reality yet. Even better, my memory would be all fuzzy. The cherry on top of the cake? 98% of the times after I've woken up from these long naps usually end up with me suffering from a headache which feels as though someone had hit my head with a sledgehammer.

I think I may function better sleep deprived.

As usual, life is full of procrastination for me till I'm too lazy to blog about it haha. I'm in the midst of rotations in uni, which means lab, some community med stuff, some clinical stuff, GP postings, and Gombak rotations. I got too involved with thinking ethically correct and politically correct these past few days with com. med and selectives which is politics for me.

New year so what's my new year's resolutions? Well, I've never had resolutions nor am I planning to start any because really, haha, I can't think of anything to make resolutions of. Because in everything that you do, might as well do your best.

Well, I'm hitting 2-0 this year, and darn, I feel old. Hahaha. Also, I'm into mellow lyrical hipster indie music these days.