The Life of an Ambivert

We had our first Problem-based learning (PBL) session last week. Students divided into groups are given a medical/health-related problem that they must discuss about and try to solve. Our theme was weight disorders. On a sheet of paper was the stereotypical picture of a sordid looking white boy, engulfing junk food. He was watching the television from up close. Looking at the image, it was common sense at to what the discussion would be about. Obesity, firstly. His sitting posture, a level of habitual comfort, the food that had him surrounded, the distance between him and the TV, the obvious lack of parental supervision, and the inferred isolation due to social stigma. Aided by the facilitator (a great individual surely, will talk about him later), we were able to conjure up a lot of talking points. It was a tasteless conversation, to be completely honest. Out of nine students, five spoke at most, murmured even. In hopes to impress the facilitator, every speaker was being passively ...

The day of the pledge of professionalism, I forgot to bring my lab coat. I decided to run all the way back to my 15th floor apartment. Thankfully, I wasn't late for my first lecture. While running, I thought to myself,'' I must so irresponsible that on the very first day of officially starting the medicine course and taking my first steps as a future doctor with the Pledge of professionalism, I forget to bring an important article to the university, making me late by the slightest minute.'' I believe that something that really needs to change for me, is my ability to prioritize my objectives, so as to maintain a professional standard and provide clarity and importance to my academics and life. I really wanted to speak the words of Hippocrates, his oath, a speech immortalized through out history as a binding document for an industry. I was disheartened by the pledge that we were made to say, something I considered a cheap copy of the original oath. I hope that...

It is very late at the moment, almost 1 am. I heard a sharp shout followed by a loud screaming. The shout sounded like something you would get if you got punched in the gut or fell upon your knees suddenly. The scream was desperate and bloody, the kind that comes out upon sudden realisation that your friend got hit fatally right in front of you and there's nothing you can do about. Maybe I'm just delirious.

You know what I hate about people that care? The fact that they pretend to. Sitting together at lunch time is supposed to be relieving, a break amongst the busy schedule of the entire day. They call me to join their table, they act like it matters. They are, all of them, hypocrites. Not bad people, just hypocrites. I am staring at them right now from across the table and the only thing I see is their heads slumped over, real zombie like, the only thing alive being their fingers. Who would have thought that one series of intricate clicks of the tongue and brief gusts of air would be replaced by a similar incessant clicking of the digits? However one thing is definitely certain. I will lose friends. 

I really hate telling people about this blog. It's one thing to know that these blogs are accessible to everyone, it's another to watch them read it right in front of you, face burning up as they try to hide their laughter, eyes darting back and forth from the blog to yours truly in a matter of seconds. Especially when I write about them. Like I have about a number of people. And the questions, oh the questions. It all passes, however. But sometimes it gets better because they stop reading after the first few blogs and they get bored. Exempli gratia, two girls that I mentioned my blog to, are sitting in front of me at the moment, and I can tell that they have completely forgotten about said blog. I wonder sometimes why people think themselves so clever when they play tricks on others. After a rather obligatory museum visit, I joined a group of fellow students for lunch, and as it happens we played the usual go-to verbal games, never-have-I-ever, kiss-marry-kill and a viva ab...

First of all let's applaud my use of the title. Clap it up, clap it up, everybody!! I didn't write for a whole week because I had a lot of assignments to do. A 1500 word essay on poisons and a movie review. Assignments week or the title for short. I almost choked on the proverbial poison that was my essay. Sure it came out better than I expected but it still almost killed me. I was frantic the entire week, surely my blood pressure rose by a couple of RPMs. Also, the thing I was dreading for happened finally. A new roommate. Introducing himself as Sri Lankan but actually South Indian, he has left me craving for privacy once again. I don't actually mind having a roommate to be honest, but spending hours in a congested room with another person is too much for me to handle. Of course he does me gratitude by spending time on the apartment couch, yet every night I have to sleep not 50 cm away from his bed. He uses few of my things, again something I have no problem with, but i...

The decongestants that the doctor gave me on the follow up visit makes the pain return. It stings some times. That isn't the worst part. The tablets are supposed to liquefy any fluids that have gotten collected in the ear-nose-throat canal, and liquefy it did. Each time it moves makes it feels like an insect has crawled up into my ear and is visiting my brain. It's like when your ear pops after it accumulates to surrounding pressure on a plane, except mine stays with me and torments me for eternity. I can't even sleep the right way because of the discomfort. Each ride on the elevator makes my ears shatter. I wanted to write on a better topic, but this infection rivaled with my deadline for the academic essay....... I'll upload another one tomorrow.

Hmm, seems like every time I come up with good topics I get better views on each post. I just crossed 3000 views on my blog last night. Wow. I started this blog because I got bored at a wedding, but now little things like this give me a bit of joy, which makes me write even more. I'm sure this will end in a while though, once real studies start. I should actually be focusing on my academic essay, but this is more enjoyable. Who doesn't like doing things that they like, for example writing their blog and watching anime? I have no clue what I am watching right now, but it's pretty good as a time-killer. It's called 'Danganronpa'. The story is just crazy. It doesn't even give you time to breathe, each episode is that intense. When you think about it, that's the point of anime. The reason anime is loved by millions is due to the very fact that animators and story tellers are able to come together and create something that is equal parts beautiful and in...

I hate being complimented. I don't know how to accept compliments more like. Not two hours ago, a mate from my orientation group sort of complimented me on my choice of topic for my academic essay and my choices for topics in general, saying things like, '' Its MAD thinking'' and stuff like that. And I just looked at him and mumbled something stupid, that I don't even remember now. It was more annoying than awkward on my part, since in the back of my head I immediately started to curse at myself for my lack of awareness or the fact I am not able to converse with anyone normally. This MAD thinking helps me while debating during the Socratic Seminar but I go out of luck as soon as I enter a normal conversation. I don't deserve commendation.