It was probably the longest period I left my blog idle.. almost one month.. untouched..

okie..blame it on the most stressful exams ever recently.. I’ve been busy studying and also.. playing (post-exam, mind you!!), therefore, “do not have” the time to update.. *opssy*.. well, speaking about the killer exams, OBA was ok (got at least half of OBAs correct, consider passed larh), MEQs and OSPE were as usual – categorized as the ngam-ngam-pass papers, hopefully this applies to the current one too.. and the most disappointing paper – the OSCE!! I really screwed up most of the stations during the second day of OSCE.. will you visit a GP who doesn’t know how to take the blood pressure of a patient? Or will you visit a gynecologist who doesn’t practice primary protection techniques?? Believe it or not, although I’ve practiced taking blood pressure hundreds of thousands of times, somehow, when the unlucky charm decided to strike.. on the day of the OSCE exam (of all days =.=), I wrapped the BP cuff the wrong side, in which it bloated rapidly when I pumped. Oh well, the SP didn’t hint me either, sitting comfortably on the chair acting as if nothing happened.. just when I realized that I’ve placed the cuff upside down, I deflated the cuff, repeated the same procedure, and the cruel five minutes ear-piercing buzzer went buzzing, thus I didn’t have the time to auscultate for the korotkoff sound! Good, I screwed the easiest station! In the subsequent stations, I was left moody and I didn’t know how well I scored for my BS station.. I was.. err.. expression-less!! I even greeted the SPs ‘good morning’ when my watch read 2.10pm in a few stations. Then came PAP smear and I knew I was so blardy nervous (partly due to the BP station). I was holding the Cusco’s speculum with my BARE HANDS and was about to insert into the poor fella’s vagina, only then I noticed I didn’t put on my gloves. Instantly, I grabbed a pair from the box, without looking at the size, and it took me half a minute to wear on both hands, and just when I thought I took control over my anxiety, the darn lamp wasn’t on when I was getting ready to inspect her cervix! I have no choice but to turn on the lamp with my gloves on (as I didn’t have the time to dilly dally with the miserable gloving issue again).. and I mumbled “I’ll turn on the lamp before wearing my gloves..” and as expected, Dr Christine gave me a thyroid-stare-look! All in all, I was so darn screwed during the second day of OSCE! I’ll do everything in order to pass.. I aint wanna resit, for once, I hate Bukit Jalil and I love Seremban!!!

Doomed exams aside, I’ve completed my phase 1 (provided I passed the papers). Cant imagine that 2.5 years here in Bukit Jalil just zoomed passed in the blink of an eye.. I thought I would struggle.. and true enough, I’ve fought for what? 2.5 years?? Yeah. ‘to enjoy’ seemed to be the last words that came through my mind once I stepped in to the atrium of IMU. Right now, 2.5 years have passed, and everything I’ve previously experienced in IMU seemed to be the last time.. last PBL session, last CSU session, last time attending lectures (apparently, the lecturer didn’t turn up and most of us ended up camwhole-ing in the lecture theater)… suddenly a sense of sorrowful feeling drives through my nerves. No doubt that within this 2.5 years here, I’ve learnt a lot.. I was constantly bombarded with never ending knowledge almost everyday, while my brain is exhausted with clinical skills every week, and now, I will be applying a mixture of what I’ve learnt for the next 2.5 years in Seremban Hospital. Well, this will be probably the challenging part of my new chapter.

Whenever I was bored of studying, I’ll peep out of the window, wondering what it is like if IMU rejects me. What is it like if I’m learning the law of physics and mathematics in Monash.. which was my initial plan.. what is it like if I’m not involved in medical field?? Trouble-free life perhaps? LOL..

Looking back, there were days where I shared laughter together with friends, there were days where we enjoyed hospital outings, there were days where we make fun of the models in MMS and CSU, there were days where friends willingly lent their hands in desperate situation, there were days where we shared our sorrows as one, there were days where we kept banging the supporter of a football team which dropped vital points during weekends’ EPL matches at Monday morning lectures, there were days where we struggled in exams but still managed to sneak through.. and I’ll treasure the moments we experienced..

Viva M107.. till we meet agian, 我们后会有期..


IMU day 1 -- innocent looking professionals..


2.5 years later -- no longer professionals..