Formatives have come and gone and I just want to PRAISE THE LORD for everything. It's amazing that I passed everything and even scored 'competent'in OSCE considering my past (think BP station). Does this mean I can slack? NO because according to my classmates "Summer papers are waaayyy harder than spring papers" so yes, I've got to keep pouring coal into the furnace. Then came my SSM 5(special study module) which I was supposed to have been working on 2 months ago but I didn't and now I have 2 months left. *Please don't panic* Actually it wouldn't have been so bad if I had common sense not to choose something so hard. Now its a frantic harvesting of information and writing up of stem cell transplantation, and cerebral palsy.

 

As for weather, it was really getting lovely with warm sunshine 4 days back and then.... it SNOWED. In SPRING, it actually SNOWED! What is wrong I wonder?? I really wanted to wear my new blue skirt to church on Sunday but instead had to rewrap up with my bubble jacket, jeans, gloves etc... in SPRING! English weather really is one kindla.

 

Within this 1 week post formative, foodwise, I managed to squeeze in Qwarffs with Faz (lovely waffle shop), Tai Pan Dim Sum with the gang and seniors and also cooked Teriyaki Katsu Chicken for Student Fellowship! It was slightly salty but turned out well. Didn't take pics of it though but I'll definitely cook it again!

 

So yes, with formatives done, this leaves 2 more hurdles before "home" run. SSM 5 and Summatives! Gambate!

 

 

Its been ages since I last blogged and the word busy feels so inadequate somehow. The last month has been a whirlwind of rushing here and there, practicing this and that and juggling responsibilities left, right, centre, posterior, anterior... All for Malaysian Night-Jebat the Lost Pages, a major event hosted by Malaysian Soc. It feels like a dream/nightmare that is suddenly over... you know the type where you suddenly jerk awake in your bed.

 

I was one of the dancers in the production and was also in charged of choreographing the Chinese Fan Dance. It's been quite awhile since I last did this dancing thingy and I think this time around, I was much more mellowed down compared to my "slave driver" status during IMU cup. Everything starts out shaky, with people not turning up for practices etc... but in the end, it was amazing... Hsu Pheen, Sing Yee, Noreen and Pei Shan... You all are amazing! Thanks to Faz, I got to replay our near-perfection display of my cut and paste Youtube moves ha ha ha. Thank you, girls :)

 

Then came the Bhangra, my very first and I finally understood why M204 was always itching to dance Bhangra during our lecture breaks. It was pure fun with everybody jiggling our wobbly bits here and there! I also took it as a time to destress from coordinating the chinese dance. There were times when fun overran its course and we were so uncontrollable that our dear, lovely Sam had a breakdown but as always, we pulled together...

 

A prawn will always be a prawn so these are again my top 3 moments in relation to Msian Night.

1) Washing my bhangra costume out of compulsion which resulted in a tie dye result. That didn't stop me from wearing it on the night though.

2) Flinging the flower from my head during the chinese dance

3) Losing my shoe while dancing around in a circle during bhangra. The amazing thing is that the second time I did the circle, I managed to reslip my foot into my "Lost Shoe"

 

What can I end with??? Let's see...

 

The Prawn is proud to be a Malaysian :)

This will be quick as I need to stop distracting myself and study up for OSCE Round 2. This time, i'll be sitting for the year 3 OSCE formative so yes, I need to put my big head prawn incident behind.

 

Anyway, I've been really blessed by the retreat weekend that Student Fellowship organized and being part of this family in Liverpool has helped to ground me. I've come to realise that my life over the next few years is going to involve heck alot of major decisions but you know what, God is so good and I am going to trust in Him. After all, He is my Father and He'll carry me through.

 

"As you come to Him, the living Stone-rejected by men but chosen by God and precious to Him-you also like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Chrit."

 

Then it was back to an avalanche of lectures, tutorials, talks bla bla bla. Yesterday, I trudged all the way to Cheshire for Child psychiatry and getting wet in this wild winter weather was so worth it because I got to dabble a little into child and adolescence psychiatry. When asked what career options we were considering for our future by Dr. K, I said I wanted to do surgery and he went,"Hmm...You know what we're doing today isn't exactly surgeon material ;)" Then again, I don't think I fit the stereotypical surgeon archetype (think Type A personality, Male gender or Christina Yang) so I volunteered to interview this young boy with him. It went on for 2 hours!!! Praise God we got on along well with the mom and the 13 year old. He was referred for anxiety disorder but he's incredibly normal or at least to me. He was just a shy kid, a little obssessive with Play Station, X Box and Nintendo but WHO isn't at that age?!!? I think we should really be careful before sticking labels on people especially children. Something to think of when I have more time... Psychiatry is really such a grey-prof trelawneyish area.

 

Right before I end, did you know you can get a 3 year diploma in Sand Play Therapy! That really got us thinking about OTHER career options ha ha!

I had my first Sunday Roast on a Sunday! With absolutely no idea what it is, Richard and Ai Wei drove me to Otterspool after cleaning up in church. Actually, we never cleaned up except for Richard. The girls were actually M.I.A.ing in Chung Hwa Supermarket. Good job Richard! ;) Back to the point, Otterspool is gorgeous! The place faces the Mersey river which flows into the Irish sea. Lovely place to go jogging. The pub where we ate had a gorgeous view of the river and although according to Richard, the Sunday Roast could have been better, I was really quite satisfied with my turkey roast. It came with cranberry sauce, roast potatoes, vege and YORKSHIRE PUDDING! I didn't have to wait till SF retreat to eat Yorkshire pudding ha ha. Hmm... both didn't turn out like I expected esp the pudding which I thought was sweet but I like my meal overall and wouldn't mind having Sunday Roast on other days again.

 

*I look up and to my horror, find out that V, a 2nd year student I got to know from Msian Soc was my patient*

          Right, today please show me how you will measure the patients blood pressure.

*So I started off, introducing myself and asking for consent etc. I then start to put on the cuff on V's arm*

 

 

*I have now fixed the cuff and started inflating when I hear CCCCRRRRRAAAAAAAAA and find that the cuff is unravelling*

*V was giving me a funny look but I proceeded to deflate the cuff which stayed stubbornly inflated and repeated the thing from the start*

 

*And again, it went CCCCCRRRRRAAAAAAAAAA*

 

 

*V is giving me a very weird look now but I ignore him*

 

 

*And I pump and it went CCCRRRAAA so pump-CCCRRAAA, pump-CCCRRAAAAAA, pump-CCCRRRAAA. By this time, I was too flustered and decided to proceed even though the cuff looked like a big sausage on V's arm*

 

 

*So there was the two of us listening vainly for V's heart sounds not just once but TWICE*

 

 

*While wondering what the h%$# was wrong with the sphygmomanometer, I proceeded on to the rest of the 13 stations*

 

Welcome to my new blog space! This is still in its early phases as I need to twink it a little here and there and decide whether to shut down my blogspot or not since it holds alot of dear memories, pictures and nonsensical crap i've come up with for 3 years.