Woobly Wobbly Wushhhhhh
Here's the truth. I thought I had managed myself quite well all these time. Being tough and trying to keep my composure while continously fighting over self-doubt and stereotype. I tried. I did try my best, for my works, for my kids, for my studies, for my relationships. I, who never easily remembering names, yet I know each kids in our school, I remember each family backgrounds, study level of each students. I did spend my time with close friends, hanging out now and then. I did spend my time to write poems whenever the words are tingling on my forehead. I did spend my time to join book discussions till midnight crawl over me. I did spend my time to be the playwright for theaters, or writing songs for that. Yes. I did my study too, every night. When everyone else were busy finding patients, study for OSCE, VIVA, Competency tests, quizzes, writing the reports, I just prepared myself enough. Or nearly enough. My everyday were classes at the morning, clinics at the evening, contin