New year, new look

Rejoice with me on this wondrous occasion. Only a few days have passed since this day yet I’m still overjoyed… The day that I got my first DSLR. There’s a reason parents eventually tell their kids that Santa – whose obesity is due to the coca cola company wanting to get kids thinking that getting fat off coke will make you into a kind spirited person who gives presents away – does not actually exist. With age, the presents, go from being transformer toys to gameboys to iPods to DSLRs. Parents don’t want their presents from their hard-earned cash to be credited to some fat guy whose dangerously close to getting diabetes and a cardiac infarct and is just a little bit too friendly with children. They want the credit for themselves.

Here’s the first photo I took with my DSLR.

The man of the hour, the man who gave me the camera, the man whose family jewels led to yours truly, and the man who has a part of me making his albumin amongst other things. Look at him, humbly scratching his back while being a little embarrassed at my euphoric high from the present.

I serendipitously chanced upon a solution to my writing flaws. For what I lack in my writing – lack of humor, wit, character, creativity, imagination – just about everything – photos can make up for it, especially as I’ll be visiting the hospital of my surgery soon. You can look for yourselves to seeing the shopping mall in the hospital’s basement and maybe even my scar-ridden abdomen.

I have only two new year’s resolutions. Both relate to the Otago Medical School (well there’s a rarity). First being finishing the summer studentship with gusto and effort. I want the University of Otago to be happy with investing $5000 over the summer holidays so I could research CPRs in the hospice. (Paradoxical huh? Bringing people back from the dead in a place where people go to die.)

Back in 2008, I went into my then supervisor’s office one day for a meeting and asked that we keep this meeting short.
“Why’s that?”
“Oh, you know, I have a flight in an hour going to South Korea for the rest of my holidays”
-Look of utter WTF on the supervisor’s face-
Only time I saw an expression of this magnitude was when I handed in a half decent project at the end.

This year, things have been different. My supervisor knew from the start I’ll be going to Korea, and our good-byes were surprising because my supervisor was admitted into ER the previous day as opposed to my fatherbeing admitted to ER in 2008 which caused me to fly to Korea much sooner than expected.

My second resolution is to start a student’s association to give free tutorials and mentoring to health science students. It’s still in it’s foetal stages (as in not even in it’s baby stages) but hopefully it’ll be ready when March rolls around. My inbox has been modestly filled and 90% of it are from to-be health science students wondering what the hell they should do next year. It’s the same mindset down in Otago, just as it was the same for me. ‘Give me some fucking help’. I will try and fucking help – with a lot of help from my friends.