It's august. 3 months into the life of being a doctor. 3 months of being utterly exhausted. And all of a sudden, i just sat back and stared at my table, and realise dat something is amiss.

My table's a mess, stuff strewn all over the place. Letters which i have not opened for weeks. Piles of books and journals. Credit card application brochures. MOH guidelines. 2 day old cup of coke. Cables and old rough paper.

I turned around and saw the even greater mess. The wardrobe has clothes not neatly packed. The ground is stacked with old stuff. The books are everywhere. My trash bin is full and overflowing with papers.

Looking beyond the mess, i see a even greater mess in myself. 3 months of work, and i dun see myself being much better off. The bank account is still empty. My medical knowledge is still lot to be desired. Still having bad karma as usual.

Nothing much has changed.