I know, Overdue.

So many of my colleagues, have said more than what i had in mind to say. zeekyzeek, eric, choonseng to name a few. but, i had in mind another post…
basically, being the melancholic gene as i am almost everytime i blog, i was thinking about the past 5 years.
In High School, i was not an Ace-go-getter student, with As and stars all over my exam papers and school records. i do ok, enough to get by.
Then came A Levels. made new friends, found the freedom of living alone. Studies? Hmmm, i’m sure i know the meaning of that word, but can’t think of anything off hand…
Fun was the most important thing. and that was all that mattered. of course i had the childhood ambition to be a doctor and help the lil kids in Africa, but it wasn’t an urgent thing that required my attention. in other words, i pretty much got distracted. streetwise, i was the top student. could be teacher’s pet, if i had a teacher…
getting into med school gave me a vision. Yes, i’m finally here. studies are important, but hey, i’m a varsity student. these are supposed to be the best days of my life. so i made sure i wouldn’t forget it.
now looking back, i’m glad i did it the way i did. so, i don’t have MBBS with distinction. so i’m not the Gold Medalist. so i’m not the one to go up on stage and receive honour and recognition. i made it my way… (frankie boy, hit it!) and i’m glad i don’t regret a single thing…
ok there are a few regrets, but not worth mentioning, not when overall, it had been a blast!
i dun feel like mentioning names, simply cos what i had with each of you is so special i don’t want to cheapen it by making an ad of it…
but to those who have been there to wipe my tears, during the pivotal times of pain and agony, losing vital information for reports…
to those who held my hand when i fell flat, when Prof Raja took me for a whopping during my Sem 6 Paeds Long Case…
to the mamak sessions and Trilogy dates, to clerking wards lickity-split just so we can let our hair down…
to the crazy sessions of crap talking, and our own lingo, like (ee-oh, ee-oh; hard to spell wat we vocalize)…
to the mad singing trio…
to the CF ppl, the prayer meet gang, and various whackos i associate with on a weekly basis…
to the sweet gentleman who had always been with me for everything, and who isn’t such a Chinese when it comes to drinking (except if he mixes the alcohol types)…
to the gay attractants…
to the random ppl i occasionally say hi to, but when we hit it off, we really hit it off…
*there are overlaps around, and there are some i’ve fail to mention, but chill lar… it’s not a eulogy of mass burials…

to all these ppl, i have 5 bottles of red wine which i will drink in cheers to you…
but seriously, you make my ride a blast… in as much as you changed my life, giving me a few whoopee cushions and hankies, well i hope i did the same for you…
Hugz to you all, world peace and all that, and most importantly, stay within reach ok?

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