New additions to the family

Harry and Cat - sambil tgk Masterchef Malaysia




Learning hemostasis with Harry.

The last stretch

Loyal companion


This is it - the last month before the part 1 exam and I am going full steam ahead. Am I regretting I didn't start sooner? A little bit, but there's no use moping around about something I can't change.

Doubts, I had more than I can count and repeatedly I have moaned to Abg about quitting but apparently this is common - whether one acts on it or not is what makes each person different I guess. The only thing that is keeping me going is the fact that someone must have seen something in me that justifies me being chosen out of the so many that have applied. Some candidates had applied as many as three times and still didn't get in; I applied once with absolutely no expectations and had this given to me on a plate, so am I going to mope around and feel sorry for myself? Heck no!

Ramblings of an insomniac

It is half three in the morning and I can't sleep. We're planning to drive to KL in about 3 hours time but my phlegm-filled chest is killing me.

I had suffered from coughing since the last one week which subsided after Abg got me special sinseh medications that were recommended by a friend. Lo and behold the cough improved but now I can't get the secretions out. I guess even coughs have a purpose. I wonder if it is possible to initiate coughing like making someone sneeze by making him/her sniff pepper


I've always found it ironic that I can barely keep my eyes open beyond 9pm on a working night, yet be so energised at 1 am on a weekend night. Similarly, on a working day, the snooze button gets hit at least 3 times before I groggily make my way to the bathroom, but come weekend, I am up half an hour before the alarm is due to go off.

Self doubt is a dangerous dangerous thing

I am not only having second, but maybe third, fourth and fifth and to the nth thoughts since I joined the programme.

Am I too old, am I too stupid, am I really good enough, why did they choose me, or am I just plain lazy - doubts like these crept into my mind over and over and over again and it is driving me nuts.

Why did I leave my wonderful life behind? I didn't need the extra money, I could rescue as many cats as I wanted, my home was near to completion and Abg would come home to me every day - sigh. When they say you have to make sacrifices joining the masters programme, I must have forgotten what the word meant.