My life as a Malaysian doctor in the United States.
Got an email from a buddy in Malaysia, questions following my recent blog outburst, wondering which test he should go for. His menu was like this:
Okay, I hope no one gets offended or anything. But just felt that I had to say something after the many emails I've been getting from visitors to my blog seeking advice on their love lives and relationship problems. It's not that I'm miffed or upset or anything. Maybe just feeling amused and somewhat awkward.
Just that, come on, you'd think that getting relationship advice from a still single 28-year old physician with no social life who's crashed and burned so many times in his pursuits, wouldn't be the smartest thing right? Especially if we've never met before. Kinda like asking Saddam for advice on how to bake chocolate-chip cookies.
So, while I appreciate the vote of confidence, trust me, I'm way too cynical and scarred to give any useful advice. So perhaps I'm not the Dr. Love you're looking for. Good luck though in your pursuits, and I wish you better luck than me...
Heh heh. No, that didn't happen to me. Read it somewhere, thought it was hilarious. One of the funniest nondirty jokes I've read/heard in a while (okay, so farts aren't exactly clean, but you know what I mean)
Over here, the standard recommendations we adopt and suggest are:
But I guess this is not an ideal world. Ok. That's that. Now I need to go and eat 2 days' worth of meals.
Tried to prove my point my showing off my bikini lines at dinner. Butt still like pak-cham-kai. It took a strong will for Helen to contain her gastric contents and not puke.
It was a great day; plenty of sun, good friends and a 3 hour canoe ride. Plenty of boating mishaps which we won't mention again (but no one capsized, unfortunately). By the end of the journey, I couldn't feel my arms anymore.
"Pay to suffer. Why??" My mom would say.
Anyway. That's just my view. Someday, I'll ask one of you ladies out there to educate the rest of us what a high-maintenance man is.
"By the way, do you think my biceps are big?"
These Brits are weird.
830am: At the EKG lab with Dr. JM, reading EKGs:
Been so much warmer here. Balmy 26C yesterday. So much greener since I left. Love Rochester at this time of the year. It's actually beautiful. Although I have yet to go out biking since I returned. And I've yet to go canoeing this season. And, recently had the idea to fly a glider (there's a place not too far away); always wanted to do that (shh. Don't tell mom/dad. They'd sooner have me take up smoking). And it's warm enough that I get to have the windows and sunroof down on Veronica.
Ouch. Veronica. Missed her so much; hadn't realize how underpowered our Protons are. Even my brother's V6 Perdana. My heart broke when I found this huge zit on her bonnet. Some chip off her paint, right down to the body of the car. About 1mm. Probably from a pebble from the stupid road works on Highway 52. Was able to pop by Honda yesterday for some Touch-Up. Now that's a brilliant idea. Selling the original paint in a small bottle for touching up small nicks. Kinda like concealer, from what my sister tells me. Do we have that in Malaysia?
Did wake up early yesterday in a bit of a panic attack. ABIM. Less than 2 months away. American Board of Internal Medicine exams. Kinda like the MRCP. My specialty exams. And paid a bomb for it. So much more to cover (been studying on-off for months), but so little time. I will need to put in a lot more effort into this.
Better go study...