You better run better run faster than my bullet.

You would've thought that coming from a family of doctors would make a person smarter. The advantages themselves are annoyingly advantageous and with those kind of privileges one should at least be a level ahead of the rest.

But nooooo, I'm the exception to that logic. I am as dumb and lazy as a troll.

But I will work on that, I promise. For Haqqi. I don't know why but the only thing that can get me excited these days is that round ball of a person. Maybe it's because he's a baby and he can't talk and can't think properly yet. I could feed him ideas and mould him into whatever I deem is acceptable.

Yeah I think that's largely the reason why he's so goddamn appealing.

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When I told my mom that I'm in the surgery department, she said, quite randomly, that I'm too skinny to be a surgeon. Then she made my dad text me things like 'Eat a banana'. I don't know what she's trying to do.

My BMI is normal. I checked.

So far all of the doctors that I've had reminds me of my dad, especially when we're at the dinner table (those rare times that we are together for dinner) and he would randomly ask us medical questions. I normally would just stuff my mouth with food and look at him blankly.

Which is what I'm doing now, minus the stuffing my mouth with food.

And the history taking would go a lot smoother and awesomer if I paid attention in UKM when they taught us how to communicate in Arabic.

But I will work on that too.

Also, I can't wait to go to into the OR later. WOHOOOOOOOOO.

(What I lack in knowledge, I make up with enthusiasm)

I can't believe I have homework. Yeah, that's what the doctor said. HOMEWORK. 'This is your homework, to be handed in tomorrow.'

Aw hell no.

But yeah, so far so good, clinical years. Considering how I secretly actually detest medicine.

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I checked in with my personal growth and mental status just now, and I believe I am one fucked up person.

And that is all I will say on that subject.