Holidays are boring.

Hey all. I haven't died, I've just found the meaning of FUN. (This is a lie.) I went back to tutoring full time for a few weeks so my holidays pretty much consisted of waking up early, drinking coffee and teaching highschool chemistry (which I am ashamed to admit I'd sort of, like, forgotten). Then, I'd come home and DIE.

Anyways, since this blog purports to have something to do with my medical education, I think I should say something. School starts again in March. I'll be a second year student. Pretty uneventful but it's worth a mention because it means I'll be entering the second half of the first of three two year phases. Hah, medical school, I one-sixth own you. As you can see, my life is a never ending party.

Last night, my dad's side of the family congruated to celebrate the Lunar New Year (we east asians have a superiority complex, ergo CNY becomes LNY). In between hitting a defenceless clump of rice cake with a mallet (I kid you not), conversations I had with relatives were all "Are you enjoying medicine?" "What are you going to specialise in?" "When do you graduate?" and "Can you tutor my kids?"