Head to toe

Flat, shapeless hair in monotonous black, Uneven skin tone with pimples that come back. Eyebrows missing half, that were reluctantly tattooed, Slanted, monolid eyes that lack latitude. A bulbous nose tip, that droops just a bit, And a canine snaggletooth, that’s sad it couldn’t fit. *** Breasts I wish were fuller, and deserve no recognition, … More Head to toe

And… we’re back at the hospital

Before anyone reads this and thinks I’ve been admitted into hospital, I’ll clarify and say that I’m back on clinical placement, in a medical student capacity. Our medical school asked for some final years to volunteer themselves to start their “transition to clinical practise” program earlier than originally scheduled. This way, placements can be staggered … More And… we’re back at the hospital

I’m snobby?

I’ve never been a very popular person, in fact ever since my primary school days I’ve always been a middle-of-the-pack kind of girl. Likely more of the nerdy type, if that’s not already abundantly clear to everyone. I’ve discovered people are generally more accepting and less judgmental as we get older, although perhaps I’ve just … More I’m snobby?

And so it begins

The time has come. Time for stress, uncertainties and crippling anxiety over the near future. Internship applications have just opened for us final-year medical students, which means the next month will be a flurry of navigating different hospitals’ job application portals, writing contrived cover letters and embellishing lackluster resumes to sell ourselves. To understand why … More And so it begins

Liebster Award

Hi everyone, welcome back to another post and today I’m doing something a little different. My lovely friend A Spoonful of Dri (who is also a lovely medical student who’s written amazing poems and insightful pieces, so please check her out!) has nominated me for the Liebster award, and thus I am here to answer … More Liebster Award

Yellow-skinned targets

Fracturing, shattering, social disharmony, An invisible threat makes them reach for their armoury. Seeking a scapegoat to bestow all the blame, Fingers land on my heritage and then comes the shame. *** Where I see my skin they see yellow-stained targets, To launch insult missiles and harsh verbal rockets. The air is an echo of … More Yellow-skinned targets