If there's only 5 more days to go....

And I've been waiting for it to end...

Why does it feel so right, yet so wrong, all at the same time?


When I was in surgery, I was extremely reluctant to leave. I wanted to stay there, and to continue doing it for the rest of my life.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like paeds. In many ways, there were many enjoyable moments. And much that I've learned and remember. And there are parts of it that I will sorely miss. Yet, I want to leave. Perhaps it's just the environment that pushes me away so badly.
Or perhaps, it's the blend of it all that makes it unbearable.

Only another 5 days....

And another 2 calls....

Two more days of waking up at 4 am....

And then...

I'm done.

And hopefully, forever.



*fingers crossed*







- jess, in the final lap -


PS: To all who are around in KL next week (20-24 March), yours truly will be back in KL!!!!! Interested to meet up? Let me know asap! (i.e. Call me call me!!!) Miss ya lots! :)

This sentence had been ringing in my ears for the past few days.

You get so tired from it all that I'm tempted to throw in the towel and give it all up.

But I've come so far... How can I let go now?

I must hold on.

Hold on to the reason why I wanted to do this in the first place.

To not change myself to suit the situation, but the other way around.

Yet, I can't help myself being sucked into a vortex of deceitfulness and bitchiness.

It doesn't pay to be bitchy.

Yet, it doesn't always pay to be the nice guy either.

All I know now....

Is that I have 10 more days to go....

And all I have to do now...

Is to just hold on.

" Don't let life discourage you; everyone who got where he is had to begin where he was." - Richard L. Evans


I find this encouraging.

- jess, holding on -