I’m talking to you, Andy

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Dear Andy,

Yes, I said iced-coffee.

I said iced coffee for the third time in a row with increasing annoyance, as you ask with increasing skepticism.

It was 8:30 AM during that exchange, apart from an imaginary snarl under my plastic smile, I couldn’t answer the burning question you asked so pointedly with that eyebrow raise.

Why iced-coffee? Brace yourself for the answer young man.

I like my coffee iced because I don’t fancy shearing off the top layer of my tongue every time I take a sip of it, eventually unable to taste the Arabica coffee beans you so…

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The events surrounding the evening of 13th September 2019 are still painted vividly in my mind. I was a surgical intern who had already clocked in 30,000 steps on my FitBit by 4 pm. I hadn’t had a chance to eat, drink or even pee. I had an impossible to-do list to complete within a ridiculous timeframe.

To top it off, I was being yelled at, belittled and humiliated throughout the day. Interns were at the bottom of the food chain, and that day I was chicken feed.

After a harrowing 16 hours, my last task was to escort a…

From friend to fiend

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My 3 year old, Bella, has started babbling; the paediatrician calls it baby talk but we think she’s secretly planning world domination, telepathically communicating with the 5 year old next door who can’t keep his boogers to himself.

Recently she’s started talking to someone in the corner of my room. Shit, another imaginary friend. I thought we killed off the last one (He choked on an apple, that’s the official story). Hubby and I started taking bets about its name. Bella? Richard? Or is she gonna go all London Tipton and name her Princess Anabella Christian III?

Neither of us…

Although this letter is addressed to you, it is for me

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Dear boy,

This is the last thing I thought I’d be doing; writing you a letter because all I want to do is sock you in the face. I hope this letter finds you in the sickest of health. It's been almost ten years since I last saw you, but the memories of what you did to me are as fresh as it happened this morning. You see, I was young and quite frankly dumb. I thought your loved ones are supposed to protect and cherish you. Not send you to the emergency department all bloodied and bruised.

It took…

Keep it simple and nimble

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Have you found yourself on the straight and narrow road of keeping fit, only to fall off the wagon one fine day? Now suddenly your 5pm workout sessions have been replaced with your daily dose of ‘Snowpiercer’.

I know I have, several times in fact. I have fallen off the wagon so many times, that I’ve found many ways to dust the dirt off and get back right on it. …

Pearls of wisdom from a reformed Grinch

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Growing up, I was most familiar with one emotion: anger.

If I were the same crass, explosive person I was 5 years ago, I would’ve most certainly been fired for professional misconduct. I had to learn how to hold my composure in tense situations, because speaking out of line often led to irreparable damage to my personal and professional life.

Is expressing your discontent worth jeopardizing a potential promotion or a cherished friendship for? Of course not. So check your rage, and heed the following when you’re irate.

Avoid airing your grievances on social media

“When angry, count to ten before you speak; if very angry, a…

I was late to the work-life balance party but I finally made it.

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The first sign that I was headed for trouble was when I had scored an A instead of an A+ on my final exams. I cried for days.

I had never identified myself as someone with a type-A personality, which came as a surprise to my boyfriend when I asked him if he thought I was one. Without a sliver of hesitation, he said, naturally yes. I always knew I had a highly competitive streak in me that was borderline dysfunctional. I mean, I’m the only person that I know of who would get a perfect score on a pop…

I wish I’d discovered it sooner

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When I first started out on Medium all I wanted to do was write. That’s it. I wanted a place I could come to and write regularly (because no matter how many courses you take, practice makes perfect).

I had discovered this platform by chance while I was taking part in a nonfiction writing contest, the judge was a prolific writer whose credentials included being a regular contributor on Medium.

I had spent sufficient time browsing aimlessly on it before signing up to be a member a month later. This was a huge deal for someone like me who wouldn’t…

Although the Nazi Holocaust had one of the most meticulously-documented involvement of doctors in the systematic persecution of the Jewish community, it was by no means a precedent. A whole two decades prior to the gruesome events of the Holocaust, the Armenian Genocide provided an ominous template for the involvement of doctors in genocides. Before there was a Dr Josef Mengele, there were the likes of Dr Bahaeddin Shakir and Dr Mehmed Reshid that had utilised their medical training to advance their nefarious and xenophobic agendas. It was widely believed that the ‘Angel of Death’ had drawn inspiration from these…


60% dreamer, 20% realist, the rest depends on how much coffee I’ve had that morning

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