Farewell to pussies

I flew back to my hometown in northern Peninsular Malaysia last Saturday after my last paper.

Nothing much has changed. The food. The people. The weather. Everyone is speaking Hokkien. I feel very much at home.

My first posting in year 3 is officially complete. Prior to the posting, the only thing I could think of was pussy, pussy and pussy. Yet, after 8 weeks of ordeal including the exam part which really had its toll on me, I felt it wasn’t that bad at all. It’s definitely something more than pussies, babies and pelvic masses.

I witnessed many things beyond the scope of the examination. The stubbornness of a mother who firmly believed her baby was still kicking after it had been confirmed dead in utero by a detailed ultrasound scan. The apprehension of a daughter who sat beside her mother with malignant ovarian tumour and basal cell carcinoma. The cheerful smile on the face of a girl with Down’s syndrome. The serenity that I felt when I saw a pair of fraternal twins sleeping calmly and peacefully in the warmer. And many other things which testified to the frailty and strength of mankind.

I’ll miss O&G, I guess.

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Anyway, I dated someone. But it seems it’s not going to work. Before he alighted my car, he gave me a seductive look, signaling that he wanted a kiss. I was sort of pissed off. It’s the first time we met. A big minus. I declined. And still he gave me a peck on my neck despite my reluctance.

Things happen too fast. This is what I dislike about a gay relationship. A straight guy doesn’t kiss a girl on the first date, does he?