non-wintertriprelated rambleblog, GO.

I woke up groggily at quarter past 7 to my housemate's knocks on my door; I've locked it because they always open my bedroom door in the morning and leave it gaping, causing my room's temperature to drop to the deathly zeros by the time I decide to slip out of my duvet.

Subuh is really late nowadays. I think it ends at something like half past eight, because the sun was just peeking out when I was braving the chilly winter morning, walking to the hospital at 8.50am.

First day of rotation after 2 weeks of holidays and 4 weeks of (ultra-depressing) Psychiatry caused me to be really anxious this morning. I haven't met with real, sane, patients and haven't done any physical examination in what feels like eons.

Despite the timetable being crazy, the last tutorial was given by this hilarious dinasour (age-wise, not size-wise) of a Professor, who wore a striped shirt and a yellow bow tie with black polka dots for extra dramatic effect (seriously that's what he wore). I think he has Parkinson's, from the apparent resting tremor in his hands, and from the way he talks. I must say, it's quite a feat, having the flat, non-expressive tone of speech of a Parkinsonian man but still be able to crack us up so much at 5pm, after a long stretch of introductory tutorials.

I walked home feeling completely exhausted.

When I opened the door, I saw a HUGE parcel sitting by the stairs and thought 'Ooooohhh, who is THIS for?' because I, am a sucker for things that come in the post (in all honesty though, the only person who ever send me things in the post is the bank). I get unnecessarily super excited for the parcels Mama post for me despite knowing every single thing that I'm going to find in it, since I specifically told Mama what to put in. But I would always hope she'd put in something extra for me to discover, so setiap kali pun keluarkan semua barang betul-betul and make sure kotak kosong betul-betul, in case Mama tampal surat rahsia somewhere (Atiqah kalau imaginasi tak over slash merepek, tak sah).



ANYWAY. THE HUGE PARCEL. WAS FOR ME. ^_______________^



Perfect ending to a long day.

Domo arigatou, Mush. Took the pictures with the camera you gave me, too.

I don't deserve your affection.