After such a morning in the respiratory ward and clinic, I actually went for lectures. Sometimes I wonder why I even make the effort to go for them. Scroll below to understand why I'm uttering such statements...
This is Mr.Lau, our urological surgeon.He's apparently really2 good and famous.
He wears a wig.
Izzy thinks he's like the teacher in South Park who keeps saying "Mmkay~Mmkay~"
*i forgot his name!*
Mr. Lau is teaching us some urology for our surgical lecture.
this is the last row of the lecture theatre.these retards are gauri, jas, elaynie, intan.
they were practicing for Obs&Gynae next term.
after the examination. Jas had to elevate her legs.She was having bursting pain in her lower limbs.
Jas was experiencing venous claudication.
West Side Gals...wannabe.The lecture theatre was cold.
A jacket was compulsory.
someone from the other side pretended to be Mary Poppins.*hint : do you see the umbrella?*
Nick fails to realise that he's a guy and his golf umbrella isn't fancy enough.
elaynie decided to be "Ugly Lenny"*p/s: those were ashanti's glasses*
Our Prof of Surgery came in to give some bad news to us right after the lecture ended. Apparently some fellow classmate of mine circled their student number wrongly for Resident 1's Surgical MCQ. Because of that, a mechanical error occurred and the marks for each (?) student were shifted or something. So, basically what I'm trying to say is, the result that I had might not be my result! My real result could be worse or better! I'm feeling pretty scared over it now. What if I failed my surgery?!?
Thrombus making a statement.I did feed him! Stop accusing me people!
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