medical internship #1

I had the pleasure of shadowing many surgeons and Doctors of various specialties this past month and I am humbled.

In general, I got to be guided through open heart surgeries, spinal surgeries, laparoscopic surgeries, c section and got to interact with hundreds of patients.

In the following weeks I will be more detailed in my posts about my experiences and what I have learnt academically and clinically.

thank you, really

Thank you, for the late nights and the laughter.

Thank you, for all the stoning moments and helping me realize I have a bad girl side of me.

Thank you, for opening my eyes to the beauty of different people.

Thank you, for driving me places I have never been to before.

Thank you, for the whimsical moments of pure innocent romance.

Thank you, for letting me try durian despite my parents’ wishes.

Thank you, for the cuddles that made me feel safe.

Thank you, for pushing me out of my comfort zone and feeding me so much.

Thank you, for the surprises on normal and special days.

Thank you, for trying to be close to my family…

that really meant a lot to me.

Thank you, for being my happy youth love.

Well,

I’d thank you for the sad things too, but I’d love to only have happy memories of you.

I’m finally just smiling when I accidentally remember you.

adulting enlightenment

it’s ok,

to lose some friends;

trust me when i say this,

because you’ll realise life is better off that way in the end.

it’s ok,

to spend time on the same few friends;

trust me when i say this,

because you’ll realise that it’s better to have great friends than a meaningless audience watching you succeed and grow.

it’s ok,

to be selfish and work hard for your career and passion;

trust me when i say this,

because there’s nothing happier than to not work a single day in your life.

i haven’t had it all figured out but,

i’d say I’m getting there!

i hope you’re figuring life out too 🙂

dad

9,

19,

29,

39,

49 beautiful and tiresome years.

an orphan then,

a scholar you came to be.

a doting husband you grew,

an amazing Father you are to me.

it’s all the same,

through time and time again,

i’d say the same to you again.

dad you’re my inspiration,

the one who lets me live my aspirations.

no excuses you tell me,

to shout and brace hard til I am my own inspiration.

I wish you love,

I wish you health,

I wish I’ll make you prouder in the years ahead.

be nice to notra dame

Over hearing the news of the fire at the gothic cathedral, of course my heart broke. I am a Roman Catholic, so naturally I’d react this way when I hear a church was up in flames.

But this sad emotion was sort lived, after hearing news of people going ham hard on rich people, criticising the rich who immediately donated millions to rebuild the church instead of donating it to the hungry and poor.

Don’t get me wrong! Of course it will be nice to donate it to the poor and hungry all over the world. Yes, those millions could save so many people. I myself volunteer and donate funds and time to help the needy, be it with family or on my own, so I would agree to it. But, I don’t agree on bashing the rich who donated to the church.

My friends and I had similar views on this and hearing their own elaboration really made me more annoyed at the situation.

These wealthy people earned their own hard earned money over the years or even decades and had their own sacrifices to get that wealth and pay taxes that size up to their pay checks. They have responsibilities as bosses to keep their companies alive to make sure their employees get paid. They carry thousands of lives on their shoulders. We, as simpletons with average lives, may not see what they actually go through. We can’t simply say they live a better life by judging their designer clothes. There’s more to each human being’s story.

These wealthy people have their own rights to what they wish to do with their money. It is not an obligation for them to donate to others. Yes, it would be nice if they would donate them to the poor but we shouldn’t be hounding them for it.

The act of donating and volunteering your own time and resources has to come from the heart. I agree that the world would be a much better place if all rich people donated their money, but we shouldn’t be bashing them up for donating to a church if they wanted to.

They believe that the church needs to be urgently rebuilt and that’s their personal belief. Who am I to tell them what to do with their money?

Heck, we all have our own personal biases. If you believe all children should have education, you donate to children’s foundations. If you want to help cure cancer, you donate to research companies. If you want to feed the many hungry in a specific country, you fly there and feed them. If you want to help further the studies of medicine, you might even donate your own corpse to research institutions.

So shouldn’t it make sense that, if they looked up to the cathedral in admiration for various reasons be it religion or inspiration, shouldn’t they be allowed to donate to the church?

Stop hating on them. Just do your own part and stop the blaming :’)

You don’t need to be wealthy to donate money or time to the poor. I know of many volunteers who are living on edge day to day, supporting their children and yet have time and money to spare for the poor.

If you’re at angst about the poor having nothing to eat or having no education etc, do something about it. Don’t push the responsibility to someone else. We all have a part to play to make this world better. Doesn’t mean the rich have more, that they should bear our share of the responsibility.

Stop talking too much about it; do it and show others what to do. Do it because you want to, do it because you feel that in your own personal opinion, it is right and it feels right. Do it because it feeds your soul and your happiness.

On another side, there are people complaining about the rich, being rich…

This was quite alarming. When my friends showed me tweets or articles online about their bitter views of the wealthy people, I got really confused.

I was raised in a family that believed that we should work hard for something if we want it so badly. My parents were classic stories of rags to riches. My dad was an orphan who lived on the streets and studied hard to be a successful man. He didn’t hate on the rich, neither did he give excuses for himself. He always told me that life is what you make it.

Like I mentioned above, most rich people worked hard for their every penny. We shouldn’t be hating on others because they are more successful than us, or are able to buy things we can’t afford.

We lose if we start comparing and hating. But we lose even more if we don’t do anything about our lives and still compare ourselves to others.

Man… what an exhausting week :’)

Amidst all the chaos of emotions and thoughts, I still look towards the light at the end of the tunnel and pray that we’ll all get through this. The world has enough hate and chaos :’) We have global warming to deal with, economic slumps, violence and gun law issues, disease outbreaks and rising suicide rates and more. So please, I beg you, stop letting hate grow.

:’)