Summer marks the arrival of holidays, although it’s not the luxurious three months holidays for us medicos, still even the forty-day break brings heavenly bliss. Looking forward to the holidays comprises making some long to-do lists, obviously with the amount of work we have piled up during the modules and the amount of sunburns, summer sun has gifted us. We have all these extravagant plans and our minds are focused on one fact: “I will make the most of these holidays.” (Yeah, right! You wish!). We have all kinds of plans ranging from practical to moderately-practical to practically-impossible to impossible-in-each-and-every way.)
suddenly realize that ‘its obvious people like me weren’t born just to cook and stir, we
have bigger purpose in life and until I find it, I’m gonna be in my room sleeping or doing
If we somehow you do find the nerve to cook this happens:
4. Since it’d be the holy month of Ramadan we plan to be regular in saying prayers, recite the holy Quran, fast and most importantly avoid all backbiting, gossiping and negative thoughts, they spoil the fast. You don’t wanna stay hungry longing for iftar for nothing; we obviously want the ajar so we keep our evil mouths and brains shut. Everything was going according to the plan. Then this came:
My dad just can’t believe that I’m only talking to him and not planning on asking for money, his car, new phone, signature on freshly failed tests (hey dad, you may not know but I’m in university! I don’t actually need you to sign my tests anymore -_- ) or new parents after this talk!