I do admire people who still try to hold a smile 

when they have every right to break down..

Residency is a self-inflicted disorder.
It's a busy, throbbing, spinning, buzzing, alien environment everyday...
And I'm just about to begin.

 

My personal picture, taken last year in Vatican city, Italy.

That red-blue crossing sign says "non po pedere", in English 

means "no standing".

Don't stand still where you are... Walk on.

Your heart will lead you to the right way.

"It's okay to make mistake.

What it's not okay is not learning from your mistake.

Repetition brings excellence.
That's what makes you a great surgeon."

Anthony J. Aldave, MD.
ORBIS Live Surgery- DSE Keratoplasty
Cipto Hospital,
January 18, 2011

I WANT THISSS!!! *die crying*

 

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Had just finished cleaning up my place this afternoon. It’d been quite a mess for the last one week. I was sitting there in my eating table, trying to catch my breath. On the tv, my childhood time favorite show~ Barney the purple dino, was on. As usual, they sang the itsy bitsy spider.

Then I was taken myself away, pondering...

That all are not the same anymore. Of course not regarding the show. But of how I could no longer enjoy the fun it brings. That the laughter of those kids and every happy song they sing, turned out into sad sounds.

That in such a way, those had become an amusement park you can no longer have the discount voucher to get in. Or your favorite teddy bear Mom had put on the top shelf so you wouldn't be able to reach. Something you can no longer grab.

You have, unconsciously, entered a one-way door which leads to a place where what constantly bothers you is how to keep your family's good name, to always make them proud. No matter what. Somewhere you could no longer reward yourself going to the fancy resto after you received the school's report card just because two days ago you've spent this month's budget for books... car's fuel... or buying the kitchen needs. Or... you just realized you still had an outstanding for last month's electricity bills.

A time where you could no more go to the cinema just as a celebration that you've passed last week's exams. Since what's really crucial now in not only passing it, like you used to do in high school, but also of how you can really enrich yourself with the value it gives, and know the essence that it'll someday affect your career, your job~ your duty to help people. Because it's not the title at the back of your name that you're gonna sell. Instead, it's the quality within you.

And that is the time, when you've been self-reminded, maybe for the hundredth time, that you're a grown up. With a heavy rock glued on your shoulder. 

A state where you suddenly hate an undeniable fact of life called responsibility.

These cuts will heal themselves, and the bruise will fade.

Even if the scars will stay, I'll cover them under my clothes.

I'll hold  my tears up, hide them behind the smile of my eyes.


You won't notice a thing.