ST elevation

April 17, 2014 § Leave a comment

I don’t know if I’m even reading this correctly. ECGs are hard, really.

In other news, Malaysia lost a great political figure, a daring man who stood up for what he believed in. An inspiration to us all. Rest in peace Karpal Singh. You helped change this country.

April 17, 2014 § Leave a comment

An injured spleen.

A left breast from a radical mastectomy.

A rectum.

An appendix.

I held those organs today. I cannot explain the sheer adrenaline of touching REAL organs. Organs that came out of living human beings. Parts of people, tissue that was once alive.

I had a pathology lab visit today. It took 2 hours in total but boy, those hours flew by. I am absolutely in love with dead body parts. It is the most exciting time I have had in the last 11 weeks in Year 3. Can you imagine holding a spleen? One that’s only been in fomaline for 24 hours? We got to see the whole process of how their analyse these specimens once they’ve been removed. It’s so fascinating. And I am so grateful to my A-levels Biology teacher who was the best science teacher I have ever had. I actually remembered the process of creating a slide for microscopy, impressing my pathology tutor today because of her. Thank you, Miss Nesa, your teaching has stuck after all these years.

Anyway, pathology is amazing. REAL organs. And you see how tedious it is to create each slide, to look through every part. They’re basically butchers but fascinating ones. I have never felt more alive than when I was watching them work. I wish we did autopsies/had cadavers in Year 1 and Year 2. I’d probably be far more into medicine if we did. I’m a tactile person, I need to DO to understand.

But yes, pathology is really, really cool. I have a profound respect for them now.

April 17, 2014 § Leave a comment

I had a long day. I’ve had a few long days. But instead of writing about how drained I have been, I want to write about a miracle.

My dad went to church today.

For the first time since I can remember, he went to church. I am so happy. I am actually crying. But happy tears, you know? I am so happy over it, it’s ridiculous. Today is Maundy Thursday, and approximately 17 years since my father has gone for mass. My father isn’t Catholic, nor is a Christian, not really. He has never been baptised, he does not go to church, but he prays at home. He has this little book of prayers that he does more regularly than I do. My father grew up with Catholic boys as his neighbours, his best friend is Catholic but one of those lukewarm ones. He knows Catholics, he married one, his nuclear family subscribe to this faith.

The only time I remember him going for mass was my baptism. I was baptised as a young child, about 5, not as a baby like so many others. At that time, our roots in church were very strong. My mother taught Sunday School, we were active in church activites and we were close to the congregation. My mother planted those seeds and insisted that her children be baptised. My father came for that mass, probably because he kinda knew the church-family we were joining officially.

But ever since then, he has never gone for mass. My mother’s biggest dream since.. forever, has been for my dad to come to church. She has prayed for this day for a very long time, we have prayed for this day. I know it probably doesn’t mean a lot.. doesn’t mean anything for those of you who don’t practise a religion. But to me, this means the world. Him willingly coming to church, him actually attending mass without coercion, without feeling like he HAS to.. that’s a miracle. That’s an Easter miracle for me.

I am hundreds of kilometers away from them but this news makes me feel like they are right here with me, at this moment. My brother thinks he should buy lottery tickets tomorrow because this event is that major for us.

My father went to church.

I cannot even.

gifts from abroad

April 15, 2014 § Leave a comment

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My dear friend Lydia sent me a handmade rug and that postcard last week. I have never been happier to place my feet on the ground. It’s so nice to feel loved from afar. Thank you, darling. I promise to send you something in return. :)

April 15, 2014 § Leave a comment

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Two completely different nights for two completely different occasions. That shot of the fountain-lights is from Country Garden in Danga Bay where my group went for dinner for my housemate/groupmate’s birthday. It was a lovely place and the cafe-type place we went to was pretty but I swear, I spent way too much on food that was not filling. It’s not surprising that the group (sans me, I had to prep for the health carnival thing) went to get “real food” right after.

The second shot is of nasi lemak on Saturday night in Taman Pelangi. Definitely the best nasi lemak I have had in a long, long time. It was cheap, large portions and tasted really good, especially after Palm Sunday mass. It’s funny how cheaper things usually taste better.

the wheels on the bus

April 15, 2014 § Leave a comment



I was the 5th wheel on a kinda-double-date situation earlier this week, Thursday, I think, at Headmost, a fancy-coffee shop place. I am no fan of coffee so I ordered an affogato. The cake is a tofu-cheesecake AKA cheesecake made with soy that my friend ordered. It was actually pretty decent. Price wise, it’s definitely about the same as going to Starbucks but perhaps slightly cozier. Would I go back? I really don’t know. I have been craving hot chocolate lately though.

stressed out?

April 15, 2014 § Leave a comment


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So we had a health carnival on Saturday in a boys school. My group was assigned STRESS IN THE WORKPLACE and we were to teach the students about coping with stress. I’ll be honest and say that my group was highly disorganised and that I went in thinking it was going to be rubbish. I helped come up with the decorations for the boards and the whole Balloon Popping “Sick of Stress?” board. So, on the day itself, i was highly stressed (Ironic, I know) but to my surprise, the kids responded well to my group. I think it was mostly due to the opportunity to pop balloons with our hand-made makeshift darts and the pinata (not photographed unfortunately). We actually came close to being the winning group, even with the lack of proper coordination and preparation. Not too shabby huh?

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