A few months ago, my friends from med school and I went on a very spontaneous trip to Taiwan. I usually plan my out of the country trips three months in advance at the very least but this one only took us just a little over a month. I remember we were just studying for our long exam, and during one of our study breaks, we decided to go to Taiwan.
A little disclaimer, I wrote this two years ago a month after I got out of a three-year relationship. This came from my old blog (which got deleted), and my friends who have read this before kept requesting for me to publish this again. I can’t believe how much time had passed since I wrote this, crying and struggling to put into words what I was feeling. Don’t get me wrong though, I’m in a better place now (lol, wow?) enjoying being able to take time for myself and pretty much do whatever I want without having to answer to anyone. These days I’m trying to juggle med school, spending time with family and friends, and working towards self-improvement. So here it is, the only piece I’ve ever written where I let myself be vulnerable.
Hey! A few months back, I took a trip that was born out of a random airline e-mail alert and a tweet asking if anyone wants to come with me. I originally planned to go on this trip alone but I chickened out and I’m glad I did because my bestfriend came with me. It was just the two of us and it was scary at first but we managed to arrive and come back safely.
One of the perks of being a med student is being around different doctors. Especially during labs, you can sometimes get a free mini consult from doctors supervising you. One of the many downsides though is med school can make your skin look like crap. I had the worst breakout of my entire life during the first year I was in med. And not just the typical pimples that would pop or dry out in a a few days, it’s the pesky cystic ones. So I had to change my skincare routine over the summer — i just double cleanse, moisturize, and put on sunblock. I’ll probably write a post on the routine that resurrected my skin from the grave.
Last year I went on a trip with my mom and cousin to Japan. It was my first time going there and we went just in time for us to catch cherry blossoms in full bloom. Of course I had to blog about everything, and of course, I deleted the back up of my old blog (and ALL, i mean ALL, my photos) when I changed my laptop. I mourned about it for a week because I still had unedited and unpublished photos and videos from that trip, and I wanted to be able to import my previous blog posts into this new blog but there’s nothing I can do anymore.
Telling people that you’re studying to become a doctor almost always elicits the same response: there always seems to be a wow factor when you tell them about your plans — what field you wish to specialize in and how long it would take you to be a consultant. It appeals as amazing to other people how much you’re willing to spend more years just to study. There’s a sort of awe when they find out you’re a medical student because to them you appear confident and sure of yourself.
Two years ago, I started a blog and named it “Twenty and Lost”. I decided to go on a gap year before going to medical school, and although I had a fair sense of where I wanted to be, I generally still felt lost because what was I supposed to do for a whole year? It’s even more confusing to see my batch mates doing well in their job, having fun with their pay slip, and being busy doing something. I even though that maybe I should also start working even just for a little while because that’s what everyone seemed to be doing. Being the stubborn person that I am though, I didn’t. Instead, I started to blog for real and had a lot of fun in the process.