THE LITTLE CABBAGEIf you are an avid fan of Osamu Mukai and watched "Hungry" before, you will probably know where did I get this blog name from. However, I did not blindly copy the name just because I love the drama. I was fondly called 'Cabbage Head' (associated with my round head and bob hairstyle) by my family when I was small. Until now, cabbage still reminds me a lot about my childhood, as a little girl with a bob hairstyle.
ABOUT MEHello, fellow Homo sapiens! Welcome to a simple blog where a nineteen-year-old Malaysian-Chinese girl keeps her daily dross.
QUOTES“Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.” - Haruki Murakami
I cooked chicken rice for he first time in my life, today!!! Actually it was the first time I cooked something proper and complete. However, it was not as nice as my mum’s (for sure). Since I could not After eating the chicken rice, Fiona, Yu Chen and I went shopping at Mustek and Palladium.
I took the opportunity to experiment with the manual mode of my Nikon P300, something which I was too lazy to do before. I forced myself to use the manual mode because I am now in a dilemma on whether I should buy Canon 600D or not. I am afraid that after buying the camera, I use the auto mode instead.
Above: Mini muffins sold at Costa Coffee. The packaging is cute.
At Palladium, the three of us suddenly had an urge to drink coffee, so we decided to try the coffee at Costa Coffee. I ordered Mocha and it was extremely sweet. Too sweet for my taste bud and I described it as a hair-rising experience. It was so sweet that I had goosebumps from drinking the coffee.
That’s all for this post. I need to surf the net to find places to visit and to eat in Vienna.
I realised something when I was in upper secondary school. All the while I thought that I did not have any strengths. I found out that my forte was that I was a hard-worker (in studying especially). Probably. that’s the only thing that sustained me until now. Unlike many of my friends, my memory power is worse than that of an obsolete diskette. I don’t think gingko can help me with this even. Sometimes, I wished that I was born with better genes that could give me better memory, but this is of course futile and not to mention, unfeasible.
I have to confess that I study really a lot in order to get an average grade, something which I ‘emo’ about at times. Studying hard is probably the only thing that I am good at and it scares people at times. Not only it scares people, but it made me get the weird ‘why study so hard?’ look and sometimes, people think that I am kia su. And these upset me.
But really, what is the meaning of kia su? Does kia su mean that the person studies hard? Besides, I don’t compare results with my friends, although I have to admit that I used to do this in primary school and this gave me unnecessary stress. Now I am studying hard to make and break my own record. Some self-satisfaction comes with the results. :D
What is wrong with studying hard? I won’t kill anyone if I burn the midnight oil. The worst thing that I have done would probably be causing the chopping down of trees due to my paper usage to make notes. I won’t cause anyone any troubles by studying hard, right? So what if I wake up real early to study? SO what if I get six hours and thirty minutes of sleep a day?
(Well, unless if you are really concerned about my health then I am really grateful that there is someone who worries about me. I will sleep longer during breaks. Hahahahaaa… But, if you are telling me to sleep longer or asking me how long do I sleep a day as an indirect way to tell me that I study too much or to show off how little you study, hah- hahahaaaa….. I am too overwhelmed by anger to write anything coherent here)
I used to be afraid to admit how long I studied every day. I feared people’s perception about me. Then, one day, I realised that I dislike these kind of people who studied but refused to admit and so I decided not to be like that.
Sometimes, I really appreciate it when people say something like:
"There is nothing wrong with studying hard. In fact, it is something good"(and I told the person ‘thank you’. Hahahahaaa… I think the person must be surprised because it was not to console me or anything. It meant a lot to me)
"It is normal to wake up very early to study on test day."
It made me feel acceptance. Really.
Why did I suddenly write a blog post like this? I was inspired by Nobuta wo Produce. (I promised that I would write more about the drama in my blog post long time ago)
Shuji: I should have been less serious. Then I could have laughed when we failed. I could have avoided showing Mariko such a bad side of me.
Nobuta: It is not a bad thing to work hard.
Shuji: Unless there are no results,
Nobuta: Well, but we could have helped someone with a wish.
Shuji: That’s not called a result.
Nobuta: Is a result we sold 1000, we passed 1000?
Shuji: Yeah. Maybe we helped someone but we are saying that stuff to make ourselves feel better.
*Nobuta digs a treasure box hidden by a kid, containing the keychain they made*
Nobuta: What we made is someone else’s treasure. It remained in someone’s heart. I think it is enough.
Akira: I’m glad we worked hard.
This thing that I am working hard for is not someone else’s treasure, but it is my childhood dream. Why did I decide to become a doctor? I hope to inspire kids to be doctors too when they grow up, just like how Dr. Agnes inspired me. This childhood dream of mine is my treasure. Probably, in the future when I become a real doctor, I will give children something they treasure too - their childhood dream.
Now, let me reiterate my question. What is wrong with working/studying hard?
1. Taking public transports alone.
I am in a different class from my other housemates. At first, I was afraid. Going to lectures and classes alone was my first worry. I have always been horrible (terrible, vegetable) with directions. It was never my forte, unlike my brother, who could be a human GPS. Even when I was in Penang, my mum had to sit beside me when I was driving because I could easily get lost and I am confident that I can even drive against the traffic (terrifying, right?) Nevertheless, I managed to survive, taking trams and metros alone. Sometimes, I find myself enjoying being unknown to the strangers around me. There were times when I jumped onto the wrong tram.
2. Met new friends
My classmates are really nice and friendly people. Although I rarely talk to some of them, I just find them emitting the friendly aura. :D
3. Saw and dissected a cadaver for the first time
Yup, we did this for four days. And for those memorable five days, my hands, lab coat, forceps and scalpel smelled like the chemical used to preserve the cadaver. In fact, a few days later, when I ate, I could still smell the chemical. It could have been my imagination though, since I was in the dissection room with the smell wafting in the air for five days. I enjoyed the dissection week a lot. I started the week by looking at the different muscles in the cadaver as some pinkish-red slimy stuff and by the end of the week, I was able to name the different ‘pinkish-red stuff’. *touched*
4. Professors and Lecturers
I am glad that this semester, I was given very good lecturers. I like my anatomy professor, Professor Sedmera, the most. Because of him, I find myself enjoying anatomy. T_T
5. Did not sign up for eligible subjects
Ya. I actually did sign up for an eligible subject, News in Medicine, but later, I found out that it clashed with my Latin class, so I had to cancel my registration. For the summer semester, I signed up for a subject called New Trends in Chemical and Experimental Anatomy. Heheheeee… I signed up for this subject because of Anatomy!!!! Anatomy = Prof. Sedmera !!!! :DDDDD
6. Skipped many lectures
I can count the number of lectures that I attended, using my ten fingers (and ten toes maybe….) I was too lazy to go out of the house. Why? Firstly, it is cold outside. Secondly, the process to go out of the house is very long (wear many layers of clothes, wear coat, wear socks, wear boots, wear gloves, lock the door) Confession: I am lazy.
I repeat. They are over!!! First aid, Biophysics and Histology exams are over!!! This explains my hiatus from blogging. I am now quite free. I have been playing tetris battle for almost the whole day to kill my boredom. My friends and I are planning to go somewhere as a post-exam celebration. Either Venice or Vienna. Probably Vienna because Vienna is nearer. We are planning to take RegioJet there because Fiona (and I and maybe the six of us) are excited to have cheesecake (or tea) in a train =X Hahahhaaaa… we are influenced by dramas and movies)
But Estella is going back to Malaysia tomorrow! So fast, right? I still can’t believe that we have been in Prague for four months already. Time flies and I find myself adapting quite well. Despite my incessant complaints about the weather, I actually find it quite tolerable.
Going to celebrate my first Chinese New Year out of Penang, away from my family. Sigh. I miss my family a lot and every single day, I find myself wishing for them to be safe and happy.
I received the one of the parcel that my family sent to me. It contains all my clothes, medicine, my favourite G-soft pens and not forgetting the most important content, the smell of home :D
I had a very difficult time looking for the post office where my parcel had been sent to. I went to three different post offices just to find the parcel. But really, it was worth it, all the sweat and muscle aches.
My inability to speak Czech made my parcel-hunting even more formidable. Sometimes, I am quite angry when the people working at the post offices or public services couldn’t speak English, but then, I realised that in this country, I am the one at wrong for not being able to speak their language. However, some of them are very rude, and for this, I am really upset.
I think that’s all for now. I am going to write more about my first semester studying medicine in Charles University, Prague, in the next post. Let me continue my Tetris Battle now
Went to post office to collect my parcel today, but could not get it because I went to the wrong post office. /tiredbiddy
I went shopping at Novy Smichov today too. I wanted to buy a blouse or dress or something but after trying on the clothes, I realised that I am not in the mood to shop. I ended up not buying anything besides groceries. They had sales for muesli too (just 50czk. Normal price was 80czk)!!! I succeeded in controlling myself and did not buy a single packet of muesli. I am so proud of myself. KEKEKEKEKEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Bridget jia you!!!
HAHHAHAAAAA… I am going to spam my blog with photos of slim, pretty girls >_<
Sigh. After my first I MUST LOSE WEIGHT!!! post, my diet plan failed /phailedbiddy Yeah… I ended up eating muesli again (due to stress and sleepiness caused by biophysics). Now, I am serious about losing weight. Super serious *flaming motivated aura*
When I first came to Prague, I lost a little weight. I thought that I could continue losing weight… this was until I got addicted to chocolates and muesli. That’s why I told my mum to get for me s-sized t-shirts that I doubt I can wear now. Hence, this will be my new motivation: To fit into the s-sized t-shirts.
NO MORE MUESLI FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO NO NONONUUUUUUUU!!!
Some photos to motivate me: