Someone whispered “she’s dirty”.
My nose disagreed,
But my brain believed.
The game of “who’s group gets her” began
The class went silent
No one wanted to work with that.
We fought to stay in the pack
I wanted to belong, didn’t think it was wrong.
I wish I realised sooner
But I was busy being ‘Miss Popular’.
Chrysanne Chow. MBBS2
Son and his “hairy” mother
Young and reckless, we made fun of a guy who brought lunch mixed with hair.
Invited to his place to discuss a group project. Reluctant.
Shocked when we arrived: tidy and grand place.
He seated his mother without eyeballs, yet big melting smile.
Embarrassed with apologetic appreciation for the two.
What a son and mother!
The Daily Conflict
“Hi! How’s it going?”
I glanced and it was the notorious classmate.
“Not in the mood to converse right now.” I thought.
So, I just responded with a superficial smile.
Left in awkwardness, he departed to another table.
“That was very friendly of you,” a voice echoed in my head.
Ignorance is worse than notoriety.
The Chemical Diarrhoea.
A precise fractional distillation experiment in progress.
Holding a separating funnel.
Confidently pouring the product in for purification.
Not noticing how careless,
Valve of funnel wide open.
Funnel was suffering from diarrhoea instantly.
All product had vanished.
Same for the scores of our group.
Guilt built and sorrys said.
Meanwhile chemicals volatilize from the bench.
He presented an assignment,
beautifully written by another author.
Perfect lie to cover up his incompetence,
received by teacher.
An experienced reader, a familiar passage, an ugly truth unraveled.
Worried, he faced his mentor, sensed his failure.
The senior sighed with disappointment, the junior received one last chance.
He presented the assignment,
naive, but original.
Or Cheuk Hei. MBBS2
Sitting unprepared behind the wooden desk,
I stare down at the stack of pages.
I see words,
Flipping through, I start to panic –
What am I to do?
Glancing over I see Jack frantically writing,
Top of the class — he knew what he was doing!
Sheepishly I watch him, and
Honesty or Victory?
With final checking,
my friend went on stage, playing the bassoon for music competition.
Though his reed was not soaked, I didn’t tell him.
Unsurprisingly, the music was downbeat.
Embarrassed, he stopped. Tears in his eyes.
Averting his gaze, I played perfectly,
impressing the audiences to win.
However, he looked away,
while our friendship faded away.
Feat, ego, hesitation.
Trust me, if you succumb,
Once, it’s no big deal.
Twice, it’s no big deal, don’t be dumb.
Then, the guilt.
Eating away the dignity you built.
The regret tho!
Courage, humbleness, action.
It the path to redemption.
Follow your conscience, regret medication.
Never swallow what you believe is right.
Joshua Wang. MBBS2
I feel like I’m always changing,
I shouldn’t be too satisfied with myself,
Because that would mean stagnation.
I am aware it makes me vain,
but I don’t like feeling good.
I made something to be wrong with me.
When my therapist said, “you’re a good person”
I thought “I’ve only tricked you”.
Closing my eyes, I mentally-replayed the antibiotics lecture.
I needed an example of fluoroquinolone.
I saw chemical structures; I saw mechanisms of action; I saw adverse effects.
But what are the examples?
Mind’s blank, I didn’t see names.
One name, that’s all I needed. Think! Just one name!
How much more time…
“Time is up”.
Yu, Kong To. MBBS2
A clinic, a patient, and a
medical student tasked with history-taking
by a doctor returning from ward rounds.
After basic questions
the student searches her mind for more but
The room falls silent.
In the silence of the night the student
simmers in her thoughts of
what could have been if she
To mould a better doc
Sweat on the palms of my hand
Palpitations deep within my heart
In perfect dyssynchrony with the inflator cuff.
I had suffocated the life out of his arm
Cognisant, much more devotion can be made
Fortunately, it’s only an exam; a wake up call to learn
Not to learn; means life and not an arm.
Fighting my own demon of procrastination
For the hundredth time,
I stand again
Before a demon wearing my face.
He makes me delay and causes me distress
And I can’t seem to get rid of him
No matter how hard I try.
As we approach each other and draw our swords,
“How shall I do things with him around?”.
Sound with Darkness
Drowned with dark waves, born from weary life.
Yet merit for those who bear ills with sound.
With silver blade — Red rivulets, relief.
And regrets untold, lit by morning’s fire.
To suffer endless harrows; To bring moment a silence.
Yet wisdom implores — to yield, for better paths.
Alvin Hung Yik Laam. MBBS2
Elegy for a friend
Standing in front of the photograph
Of you, smiling, almost forgivingly, at the miserable crowd
As we reminisce over you.
I still remember
When you announced proudly that you’ll become a Doctor
Till later I noticed how you sat
In our classes, like a silhouette
I should’ve greeted you and said,
“Let’s keep in touch.”