A Stupid Kid

I know this is old but I just had the misfortune of watching it. THE MOST ANNOYING STUPIDEST KID EVER!

Now don't get me wrong. I HATE SAUDI! But what I hate more is alflsfah from a Saudi. And so I am here today, putting my OB book aside and proving him stupid.

Luckily, just a couple of days ago I got all nostalgic, played with my dolls and read an old Winnie the Pooh book which I got from guess where? AMERICA TDAH DAH DAH. So let us tackle this stupid kid's arguments and send him to his daddy crying.

1. I'm pretty sure the man's name is Mimon not Lemon. Fucking learn how to read.
2. Really you never read an English book that was "s5eef"? I beg to disagree. How to Catch a Heffalump was the stupidest shit ever. Winnie the Pooh is insanely dumb and the whole time I was rereading the book I was thinking: how the fuck did I loved him when I was little? Child, you just don't read much. In every language there are the lame books and the good ones. You just have to pick the right ones which also must be age appropriate. Maybe the "crazy book" you were referring to was for younger midgets. Like the Winnie the Pooh book. It was definitely not targeted to amuse the 20 something bored girl who would do anything to avoid studying.
3. You judge a book by the number of pages? It's quality not quantity but what can I say you are a Saudi.
4. Stupid dad, heard of Bambi? The mother dies. It's OK. Kids can handle death. You don't want your child exposed to this kind of tragedy, read the fucking book before giving it to him.
5. "How can you actually buy a new mom?...". I bet you this is not a concept created by Arabs. Watch Trading Mom there's a market where you can actually buy a new mom. The horror.
6. "You only have one mom who is dead. So you have to actually just grow up and then just marry something...". A) That's mean. B) That's your solution? To just marry "something"? Like what a sex doll?
7. Wow his favourite dinosaur is the one who looks like an insect. Good choice. NOT!

I blame the dad. His kid is nothing special and just as bad as Rebecca Black.

P.S: I'm not defending Arabic literature. It sucks.

Reflection Dos: Paediatric and I

To be honest, I wasn't very much looking forward to start this rotation. It's not that I don't like kids. It just breaks my heart that small innocent children with no guilt in the world should suffer such horrible diseases.

The first week was horrible. I had to force myself a couple of times to hold it together and not cry. Everything was overwhelming. Their sick, tired faces, their mothers dead worried looks and then we had to come and inflict more misery to them by bothering them with questions they already answered and consume the last bits of energy the kids have with examining them. And they almost never said no to me. They gave different excuses to why they will gladly be a part of my education. One mother allowed me to examine her infant because she was a psychology student and had to go history hunting from psych patients and she knows how tiring it is to look for a cooperate one. Another dad at the ER gladly let me examine his son who was in respiratory distress, just because his niece was named after me and he wishes that she becomes a doctor like me one day. Things like this touches your heart. Kindness still exist in this cold world.

A turning point in my relationship with paediatrics was when I was examining this four year old girl who has sickle cell anemia. She was so tiny and beautiful. Very cooperative and quite. When I was in the middle of listening to her heart sounds she started playing with my head scarf then grabbed my finger with all of her hand just like a palmer grasp reflex. It was very endearing and sweet knowing that it wasn't a reflex and she did it out of affection. Her mom then told me "she really likes you". And it was mutual. Then my perspective shifted. I shouldn't think of how much a child is unfortunate for being sick. I should only think of how much I can help them to get better. Even at this stage where all I can give is a warm smile and a gentle touch that hopefully will brighten a gray day.

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I don't really like the third reflection. I'm not sure I'll post it.

Anywho, Paediatric is OVER! FOREVER NO MORE PEDS! *DANCING*

End of peds celebratory cake at Chili's by Ghada.

After Ghada's editing

To Always Live in the Shadow

As children we all lived in the shadow of our siblings. My older brother always got first in his class and I always came second. Although I almost always had better marks, girls' schools are more competitive that way, I felt less. And had the need to always prove myself worthy. Being labelled number two was never good.

Looking back at how I felt when I was an 8 year old, I still can't possibly imagine how those two twin girls must feel. One a healthy child who could never dream of the attention her sick sister gets. And the other a diseased child who could never live or accomplish what her normal sister can.

Rahaf is a girl with congenital hydrocephalus and plasminogen deficiency, a rare disease with only few cases documented world wide. At the process of obtaining her medical history, the developmental part at precise, I had to ask the mother to compare between her two daughters. Rahaf fell short, in reaching the developmental mile stones and in her learning abilities. Her face fell too when she heard the comparison and I felt a dagger stab my heart for I have reminded her of her short comings. Then there was the social history and I had to ask how is the disease effecting the other family members? The mother confessed she doesn't pay much attention to the other twin because dealing with keeping this one as healthy as possible is alone a full time job. I couldn't judge or blame the mother but I couldn't help but also feel sorry for the other girl. A child will always starve for her/ his parents' affection, but to be denied of it and to feel guilty for wanting it because your sibling needs it more is probably far worse.

I don't know who has it worse? The ill child with a disease limiting her life, always shadowed by her twin's accomplishments? Or to be deprived of your parents full love and care and to always live in the fear of losing your precious twin? Always coming second doesn't feel that bad at all now.

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We were asked to write our "reflection" on the paediatric rotation. Actually to write three reflections. This is my first one. Feed back is much appreciated.

A Book Crush

Hola boys and girls. Mama feels like a silly teenager and comes to you with a new crush of hers. I HATE to admit it cuz he is supposed to be the enemy and I spent so much time enjoying hating him, I can't just declare my like to him? Or can I? Err anyway, here it goes. I like Gerard Pique. *covers her face*

Yes, I used to think he looks like a mule. But that big blue eyed mule writes! HE PUBLISHED A BOOK! HONEY I'M SOLD! Nothing like a brainy athlete!

Oh forget about the stupid crush. I NEED TO READ THIS BOOK! It needs to be translated to English ASAP. Or it will be just a more motivation for me to pick up where I left off and start learning Spanish again cuz baby this book cries read me.

To conclude, crushes come and go but Real Madrid is for life. Hala Madrid. ♥

Late Night Rambles

Damn it people. All I read is about football and footballers. Yes, of course medical books too. But I'm on a break now so... But really those websites are addictive. You must check them out: http://www.kickette.com/ & http://unamadridista.wordpress.com/

All I want to talk, tweet and blog about is football. It's not cute or funny any more. Don't get me wrong, I'm LOVING it. It brings such joy to me. I'd drop medical school and be a sports journalist in a heart beat. But the thing is, am I boring you? No, one really told me I am. I just get the oh but you are a girl how come you like football comments and A LOT of them. Blah people it's gorgeous men running around. How come guys like it? That is the real question. And girls, liking sports does not make you less feminine. Sheesh it's gorgeous men and they take their shirts off at the end!

I love how I'm not alone in this. 2 of my friends got the football fever since the world cup too. And Zooz even tweeted this when I tweeted my concerns of the effects of this fever on my life:

@Dodah4 I know....i talk about 2 things...1)Football i.e happiness...2)kau i.e depression...lol

It amazes me how long this fever has lasted. Usually I have a very short attention span. I never get addicted to anything. A month or two is my limit. Football really knew how to tie me down.

Anywho, I think it's time for a distraction. I mean it's healthy for me to blab about other things. Right? I asked my friend and she said I should write about my love for her - yeah right- or guys and relationships. Blah. So now I ask you what should I write about? TV shows? OK.

Could Serena be an even more psycho/slut/bitch than she already is. That professor Collen is all forbidden-candy-I-MUST-have-him when she can't and he's yuck-oh-I-forgot-I'm-in-love-with-Dan when she can? SLUT!

And is it me or is Blair and Chuck is double m3 nfshom this season? Yes, Chuck made us all beg for mercy when he went all "I'm Chuck Bass" on that poor French girl. But that is it this season. The crappy love/hate sex scene with B was beyond bad and actually very funny.

And Blair, turn the ego down a notch, will ya? It's disgusting. Cute when you were16 but not any more. And when she said:

"Once men have tasted caviare, it baffles me how they settle for catfish."

Oh shit woman who the fuck do you think you are? Yes, what she said is perfectly correct but NOT in her case. BITCH! Just because she's rich doesn't make her caviare. That spoiled brat. The French girl was uglier true but she was also nice and pure and a whore. OK so maybe she was really catfish. But B didn't know that did she?

Why is Jenny afraid of B and Chuck? What can they really do beside making her miserable that is.

Oh and the stupid tricks and games everyone is playing in this show, WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE? FIVE? It's really getting lame.

On an up beat fashion wise note, I LOVE S's backless dresses. They look gorgeous on her. I want them! Blair's clothes suck all around this season too but her hair, I'm loving the color.

Enough about GG. Now some Brothers & Sisters. LMAO @ when Luke's mom appeared. I thought they thought we were stupid enough to think a Latino actress is French. But then she was Portuguese who lived her life in France. Oh those Portuguese, how they manage to pop up even in my shows. *sigh*

Umm that's it. You need more? I watch a lot of shows. You just ask for it. Or give me something else to write about or just ask me to shut up. I won't by the way.

Oh wait, this summer I was learning Spanish. And I was doing pretty good. By the end of the summer I could read and actually understand the general idea of what I read. Especially my football articles. xD

When school started I didn't have time so I stopped working on my Spanish. I'm forgetting things. I'm not as half as good. I can only go: uno, dos , tres, cuatro. I used to count to 20 and more before. Me so sad *pout*

P.S: I have been staring at Segio Ramos's face for hours now. Great shot!

Bipolar?

No, I don't think I am bipolar. It's just lately, I have been acting like it. WTF is wrong with me? Why am I so emotional all out of a sudden? I get worked up & angry over the simplest things. I can't contain myself and ignore bull shit like a normal person. I raise my voice & scream like all the fucking time. I need therapy. I just want to know why am I doing this? It's not like I'm still PMSing.
I'm thinking, no scratch that, I know that it's partially cuz of the people around me. Every one is acting insane lately and it's driving me insane. I just need some space, but I don't wanna lose anyone. I hope they understand. I don't think they do. =[
Still that does not give me the excuse to explode on them like I did today. I'm truly sorry and I feel bad about it.

On another subject. Today I got published in the Words to Inspire Newsletter, the smile issue. LOL the irony.

I ain't very much happy about it. They changed some cuz I used some strong words. But they should really be thankful I didn't curse LOL. And there is this one sentence that is just wrong and it doesn't make any sense and I didn't write it that way. That pissed me off! Whatever. I just hope it is not taken against me. Cuz I am not that lame.

The piece is a modified version of a previous post of mine: You Do Count!

My friends liked & joked about the part where it says: Dreams don't come true just by working hard.

I think I gave them an excuse to slack and be lazy. Like they need any :P