i just finished reading a Naipaul book. it was inspiring. but i cannot help but want to know more about the author. what runs in his head and what his life was/is like. which was the reason why i rushed to the tampines regional library to grab a copy of his autobiography, which turned out to be 550 pages thick! and as usual, i will drag my way through, not cause i get bored and tired reading sometimes, but cause i read painfully slow. i have a bad habit of trying to read too much into sentences without sometimes taking its context into respectful consideration.

that aside i am elated that the posting is coming to a close- soon! i would like to share this joy with the people who dread it as much as i do. but i know they will not be reading this. but despite the dreading and rambling, i felt that i have achieved some sort of a decent level clinical competency, which medical school didn't really equip me. i thank the patients and doctors that have contributed to this!