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    Friday, November 05, 2004

    Aren't You Happy?!

    They say medical students are masochists. We often rant about sleep deprivation (I almost forgot how "sleep" feels like), stress (information overload!) and lack of social life. Can you blame us if, after a day of caffeine overdose and formalin intoxication, we refuse to move a bundle of muscle fibers or to even move our levator and depressor muscles, obicularis oris included, just to open our mouth and allow utterance of words (hence, the so-called "sedentary lifestyle")?? Haha! Ain't it odd to be stimulating your Dopaminergic Pathways and at the same time, being the source of annoyance of poor people reading your two cents worth?? Not only have I turned into a masochist monster, I am also a sadist who takes pleasure in generously sharing her misadventures in life. Que mal. Erin sent me this email entry and I thought, am I not happy to be living this kind of life? Some nights I compose text messages for my parents, just to thank them for bringing me to med school. For all their sacrifices for me. For taking extra effort in raising up a brat like me. I love my life (however imperfect it may be). I am privileged. And my Jesus made this all possible for me.

    As I jumped off the building...

    I saw the known loving couple in 10F is hitting each other.

    I saw the usually tough and strong Peter in 9F is crying.

    8F Ah Mei just found out her fiancee is sleeping with her best friend.

    7F Dan is taking her daily anti-depression medicine.

    6F Jobless Heng still buys 7 newspapers to search for a job everyday.

    Much respected Mr.Wong in 5F is trying his wife's undergarment.

    4F Rose again fighting with her boyfriend.

    Old man in 3F everyday hoping someone would come by and pay him a visit.

    2F Lily still staring at the picture of her lost husband since half years ago.

    Before I jumped off from the building, I thought I was the most unlucky person.

    Now I just realized everyone has their own problems and worries.

    After I had seen all these, I found out, in fact I wasn't that bad at all.

    The people I saw just now is looking at me now.

    I think after they see me now, they might feel they are not that bad after all.



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