Newborns are such delightful creatures.

     My latest Facebook feed reads, "Today I watched a mom deliver a healthy baby girl. Not a movie like experience since I could literally smell the blood and sweat but amazing nonetheless. Newborns are such delightful creatures. To all the moms out there… I salute you. =))"
     Teehee. I woke up and it was like any other normal day. But then something amazing was about to happen, I was about to witness the birth of a baby. It was a long wait but then it happened. As an intern I really wanted to watch a delivery. Life in its few initial moments. And this was a day for me. It was my first and for that tiny creature who was in the world for barely few seconds, I felt the surge of emotions. I'll be insignificant later in her life but for me it'll always be the first. Meanwhile, I thought about myself. I thought about my mom and the excruciating pain she had to go through to bring me into this world. I thought about all the people who were there in the room when I came into the world. Did they feel the same way I did? I wonder.
     Lets cut to the chase. July 26th, 2012 (9:40 am) will always be important to this newborn and her mom (yes, it was a girl). It's somehow important to me too and I decided to let her know that. But how exactly could I make it happen? Oh'well I decided to write. Tomorrow, first thing in the morning I'll leave a note / mini letter to her mom for her to read when she grows up. I already know what I'm going to write. I know its silly but I really want to do this. Imagine you getting an anonymous letter from a random stranger stating how ecstatically happy he/she was when you came into the world. That'd just make your day, wouldn't it? And I want her to feel that. I want her to feel loved because everybody deserves to feel that way. From the purest part of my heart I wish for her to get the best that Universe has to offer.
     Secondly, I decided to call my mom to state the obvious one more time that I love her. But, I'll postpone the call. I'll let her know how I felt when I meet her in person. She knows I love her the most but it doesn't hurt to express it often. The mom today was going through lots of pain. Nurse cleaned the baby and handed it to her. And pronto she wipes her forhead, smiles and says, "she's beautiful" maintaining a steady gaze at her baby. It was, as the world states, "a perfect Kodak moment." For a span of time there she forgot about the pain, she forgot about her un-stitched vagina (oopsy!) and she forgot about the world. As she adored the baby I adored them both. That was me and my mom decades ago (I feel old!). 
     I've always loved the beginning. Beginning of the school term, new years etcetera etcetera. Beginnings are always full of possibilities. And for that newborn its the beginning of the beginning. Awesome. =)) I haven't blogged for a while and I'm happy I waited this long. Brightest day ya all. Stay insanely happy.

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MTV cribs taught me to dream big!!!

Part 1 : As of now.

     Its cold Saturday afternoon. I've been listening to "papi chulo" like dumb blond. And out of nowhere a thought crossed my mind, "follow your gut feeling." I know cliched but its powerfully true at the same time. And it suddenly became "A need to blog this moment."

Part 2 : Papa don't preach!!!

     Nobody knows you better than yourself. So you might as well put logic's to rest and follow your gut feeling (you see, gut feeling is not exactly like hunches!!!). At least you'd end up doing what you feel like and there's nobody to blame except for yourself. *Wowser* The core of man's spirit come's from new experience. And our audacity to chastise ourselves to not experience new empiricism. So go chase a dream. Chances are that you'll achieve some percentage of the things you want (if not 100%)... but the fact of the matter is that you might achieve it all. I'd be a hypocrite if I say I've followed my gut feeling all along. I was one of those kids you know, the kinds who weren't sure of what they wanted from life and to be honest am still confused. When opportunity presented itself (I got full scholarship / ahhh... stop am I'm not bragging or I'm) in a medical school, I grabbed it. But was I sure of what I picked was the right thing for me? "HELL to the NO!!!" Oh'yes, I risked it all and thank gosh it's working out for me. I plan to do something else though. Something related to medical field yet something radical. And you guessed it... I'm in confused state of mind. My gut feeling says finish the med school (1 and 1/2 years to go), get the medical license and I'll figure out the aftermath when I have to. Cross the bridge when you get there.

Part 3 : Look who's talking!!! *eye-rolls*

     Let's say if I weren't playing it safe, what would I do then? Oh'well I always wanted to start the magazine of my own (which kinds... I donno), I always wanted to be documentary film-maker (I twaddled about it while in school, to the point almost everybody knew about it), I always wanted to open chic bar in Ktm town (o'course I've it all figured out in my head)... Oh!!! wishes, dreams, whims but as Pussy Cat Dolls would put it, "careful what you wish for coz' you just might get it."

Part 4 : Uncle Universe, will you make my dreams come TRUE?

     I believe in THE UNIVERSE. I believe if you really want something (not the whimsical one's), like really want something; UNIVERSE has its way of giving it to you. You just need keep your eyes wide open. And dreams do come true, just one at a time. If you've been dreaming of huge well furnished condo with swimming pool and all (MTV cribs might have influenced your dream here #just sayin') chances are that you would get 'em. Here's the catch, "one at a time." And who knows you might just get better than what you bargained for.

Part 5 : Fanciful Footnote *yay*

     First of, follow your gut feeling. Some will get angry, some disappointed but life is so very short. You blink once and there's the new day. So just prioritize yourself and rest will follow. (Oh'no, I sound selfish o.O).
     So I'll continue dreaming and quite possibly Uncle UNIVERSE will respond to my not so futile dreams and you'd one day come visit me in my bar (in Ktm town o'course). Sipping, reminiscing and reading my magazine just next to the fireplace mantel where I'll put all my awards won as a documentary film-maker. And I read somewhere that, "it's not the dreamers who dream in their sleep who you should be afraid of, it's those who dream with their eyes wide open." So dream on *losers*

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The Whole Is Greater Than The Sum Of Its Parts

     I had been meaning to write this particular blog entry lately, but got caught up with some honky-dory stuffs that I just couldn't. From this semester we started our surgical studies. And on first day of this month we had our first hospital rounds. Skip the boring lecture part and onto the part when we went to see the patients in the critical situations (just so you know some of 'em must be already dead, as I write this // so I really meant critical).


     There are two things I'd like to highlight and shoot. Firstly, its no fancy-wancy business as ever so burgeoning teevo-serials hint but lacks all the lacklusture to the point that it might surprise you. Secondly, I was surprised to see  myself completely inquisitive but totally emotionless. That got me thinking. Ain't it funny when we go all mushy when we see the character in some movies die and won't empathize with the dying person right in front of us. Don't think that you are any different. People who works and deal with medics (doctors, pple who work in a mortuary or perhaps snipers and bounty hunters too) might have gotten better at veiling their emotions at times with all that practice but it has more to do with how unattached they are with the dying or dead in question.


     With characters in movies come their bigger and beautiful life as a backdrop accompanied with awesome musical score. And with the demise of those characters, we empathize not only with the dead but also with the people who mourn the death. To shove it down your throat, what I'm trying to say is that our life as a whole is greater than the some of its part. We relate not with the tooney-looney looks but what come with it. We click with people not because they are brawny, tall, voluptuous, with big tits or whatever but because they've lived this life that we can relate to. My mum always said "we are our experiences" as I was growing up and now I see how. As I stood there staring at those wafer thin dying patient supported by all those machines, I knew nothing about her. But had I had known the full life she had lived, I could have reacted differently.

     I deduce that what my mum says is so true. We are our experiences, we're the laughs we've laughed, we're scars-fat-wrinkles we've earned, we're the bones we've broken... So give yourself a due credit and give a big pat on your back.


P.S ... brawny, tall, voluptuous, big tits... might not always be relatable but can be wholesomely attractive.
P.S.S... being devoid of emotions to see the dying can be understandable but don't discount on showing respect.

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smile peeps, we made it!!

as i am writing, i regret not taking a picture!!

     After the oodle of foodles during our lunch break we willingly (and some unwillingly) had to go to the hospital for our first clinical class. After all those laid back and zingy-zany theories and (not so) necessary practicals, we were finally getting the taste of lushful Hospital saga. But here's the speed breaker, all of this was in Chinese. I know all you blog-buds have 'OMFG' face right about now. But lets cut to the chase and move forward. I won't bore you with the details 'bout who we met and what we went through meticulously but lets just say it didn't go perfectly. On a second thought it wasn't supposed to be perfect, we are learning and making mistake is part of it. Oh well, I just hope the patient around whom we all were hovering won't have to gaga over how each one of us manhandled her. And man!! Did we all just agree to write the report about her (not so well respiratory problem)? Oh well, all the best to each one of you with that report. And lets join our hands and be happy that she survived our tortuous ways of measuring her blood pressure (by the power vested to me by internet I proclaim her brave//lol)


     Today was a beginning, so I thought to myself why not document whatever happened, whichever way I can. So, here's a toast to our beginning and for her quick recovery. I just hope we get to learn and understand more. To progress massively and stay happy insanely. Today was another brick on the wall and we shall continue adding those bricks and have fun while at it. Ciao ciao;)

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