Flakers gonna keep flaking.

I got a book that I never really opened or read. It’s called “Rang and Dales Pharmacology, 7th Edition.” In very good condition, no highlights, no creases.

I listed it on Gumtree (a website that lets you list second hand goods for free), and never really looked at it again. Until yesterday, when someone messaged me, expressing interest in buying it. I advised them that unfortunately, the best time would be on a Sunday, at which the buyer advised me 3:30pm, to which I agreed upon.

Today, come around 3:00pm, I decide to text the buyer a courtesy text. “Just confirming, you’ll be over at around 3pm?”

It gets to 3:40pm, and I still have not heard anyone knocking on my door.

4:00 pm, I decide to phone them up, but get a voicemail box, so I leave a message. My cousin was coming around 4:30 to have a quick basketball game with me. I wasn’t going to wait around forever, especially if the buyer didn’t even have the courtesy to let me know they weren’t going to come.

At this point, perhaps I was assuming too much. Predominantly my assumptions were:

  1. The buyer knew they were supposed to come around 3:30 pm to buy my book
  2. The buyer has seen my text message, and decided not to respond
  3. The buyer is perfectly well, and has not been involved in any accidents or emergency situations

I suppose these are pretty valid and reasonable assumptions, but perhaps at 4:00pm, assumption 3 may not be a solid assumption.

So I played some basketball, and decided not to text the guy again. It’s 4:30pm, and I doubt they would come. My reasoning is that if they flaked, they deserved to not be told that I was out for basket ball, and if they genuinely were late, they would have already texted me by then (texts only take a whopping 20 seconds to write and send).

It’s 9:40pm now, and I can be almost 100% that assumption 3 is looking like a pretty solid and strong assumption. In other words, this buyer is flakier than snow could ever be.

I don’t mind if people decide to not go through with buying an item. Maybe they found a better deal, but people, please have the decency to let the seller know that you won’t be coming so that they don’t end up hanging around all day waiting for you. It is an entirely dick move, and extremely immature to do so.



A Post on Resilience

It’s the stuff that the more you have, the stronger you’ll be. No, it’s not muscles, but that can also make you stronger. I’m talking about something that allows a person to keep on going no matter the hardships they experience. I’m talking about resilience.


Resilience is the ability to pick yourself up after you fall. The person who is resilient doesn’t see failure in mistakes and unsuccessful outcomes. They see opportunity. They see those mistakes and unsuccessful outcomes as opportunities to learn from.

A few years back, I remember applying for medical school, and missing out because my interview score was not competitive enough against the other candidates. That was a real blow to my ego, dashed dreams and hopes. I never gave up on my dream of becoming a doctor, and even though it was painful and difficult initially, I saw the experience as one of the best learning opportunities in my life. It challenged me to reflect back on if I really was ready for a life of medicine.

Thomas Edison once quoted:

“I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”

This was in relation to his ideas before he successfully invented the lightbulb. Edison was resilient, he didn’t give up in spite of all the failures he’s suffered.

Suppose Edison gave up after 9999 attempts? He’d miss inventing the lightbulb, and someone else would have invented it.

There are those people I know that get given lots of bad stuff throughout life, and are still able to crack a smile after it all.

I have a friend, who must have had a lot of terrible things happen to him recently. Numerous failed relationships and a broken heart. I suppose you can’t really say someone is resilient for having just gone through failed relationships, and you could argue that it’s normal for that to happen. But not just failed relationships.

He had been working as well as a pick and packer at a grocery distribution centre. After the repetitive stress of doing it for over 3 years, he developed excruciating hand pains, pains so severe he was not able to continue work. This unfortunately resulted in surgery to his hands, and he was not able to do work, and had to go through hand rehabilitation and had to find another job at an office desk.

Having been with him, he did seem sad, but seemed to still be happy and thankful for where he was in life. Positive that he was still doing well. He told me about how university was going as well, and how he had learnt how to ride a motorbike.

Earlier this year, I found out that my friend had his fingers whipped off from his motorbike. An earlier relationship he had his heart on had failed, and my friend was heartbroken. Absentmindedly cleaning his motorbike chain with the engine running, his fingers got caught in the chains, and as a result, amputated 3 of his fingers. He’s lucky that the fingers were able to be reattached.

When I saw him, again he was smiling. We played at a net café, and he even joked about how he’d play better at Call of Duty if his fingers hadn’t been severed off.

After what my friend had been through, I would say he is one resilient guy. Smiling after all that’s happened.

It’s 2017, where’s my happiness?

Years and years ago, I imagined having a beautiful wife, an amazing person who I could share the rest of my life with until the day I grow old and frail.

It’s 2017, and I still don’t have a girlfriend :/

I understand that finding a life partner is not the same as buying a loaf of bread. We need to be more picky when it comes to finding a life partner apparently. And I see the logic in this. If I was to spend the rest of my life with someone, I’d probably want someone that I was crazy about. Well not crazy, but at least someone I’d want to wake up next to every day for the next several decades.

My parents say that probably I am too picky, and that’s why I don’t have a girlfriend. I justify my lack of having a girlfriend at the moment down to just bad luck. I just haven’t come across someone suitable yet.

Let me think about the past few dates I’ve been with… They were all actually pretty nice girls. One girl brought a friend along on the second date…. Yea, I decided to stop seeing her afterwards. But she also spoke a lot of mandarin (which my mandarin is not the best), so there would be lot of asking her to repeat things back more slowly in mandarin, and the use of the smartphone to look things up. The fact that she felt shy about speaking in English pretty much meant incompatibility, because communication would be stilted.

And my most recent date. Hmm, did not say thank you after I paid for our 2 dates. After the second date, I could tell she wasn’t interested anymore.

“Maybe we could meet again later on this week?”

“….” “Well, bye”

I feel like perhaps she was wanting more of a fling too. After the first date, she adds to her texts

“Oh btw, my parents will be away for the next 2 days, so it’s just me alone at home”

Maybe other guys would have called me gay for not taking the hint and going over, but my standard is that I don’t sleep with people after the first few dates. I’d probably not even sleep with anyone until I actually get to know them well, which has pretty much meant well…. Hmm, should not overshare.

Let’s see what next year is like. With exams coming soon, I don’t think I really should be dating. Maybe I won’t have such bad luck next year.

Life’s Up and Downs

Someone once told me life is unpredictable. I’m pretty sure that’s the case. I have evidence for it from my own limited life experience.

Sometimes in life, you get to a certain place you had planned, something like a career. But the means to get there have been unpredictable, and you had to relocate to a different country. That’s being unpredictable.

But isn’t that a beautiful thing in a way?

There are many different ways one can get from A to B in life. Unfortunately, the way one gets from A to B is not always a straight line, and not necessarily the easiest or the one that is the most comfortable. And so that is the up and down of life. Trying to negotiate how you get from A to B. I believe that a person who shows resilience is able to handle the surprises and stresses of the different pathways from A to B.

I once believed that I was weak mentally. And then through the hardships of life, I realized I’m more resilient then I gave myself credit for. Having failed to get into my dream career of medicine the first time round was perhaps the most devastating experience ever (even worse than my first break up to be honest). But somehow a rather, I still ended up pursuing my dream career. It didn’t turn out how I planned in that I had to relocate, but in the end, I still got from A to B. I just needed a few detours.

I suppose I have seen hardship among some of my friends as well, and I am surprised how one friend in particular managed to survive a string of lows. In the space of about 2 months, he managed to lose 3 fingers, be out of work for a couple of months due to losing the fingers, and had relationship issues with his long distance girlfriend (he’s now broken up with her to end the misery). I mean, that is absolutely terrible. Bad luck really does come in threes doesn’t it?

Anyway, this post really doesn’t have any particular central point I must say, but probably more just a rambling of words.

A Note To Myself on Dating

I don’t know what it is, but I still don’t understand relationships. And I find myself at the end of getting a beating from the rejection stick.

Roughly 3 weeks ago, a girl contacted me on wechat. I was expecting this, because my grandma from China had spoken to another person in the retirement village, and said that her grand daughter (currently living in my city) was looking for someone. So, I left my wechat contact details.

Having been on the first date, it felt pretty good. She was only 7 minutes late, but she still turned up. I felt things were pretty good, and in general, I was open to the idea of just having fun whether it works out or not.

My idea of having fun however, started developing into expectations, and there were perhaps lots of things I overlooked. I mean, this person’s english was terrible (even though she graduated with a Bachelor’s in Urban Planning). Lucky I could communicate in Cantonese with her, so I was willing to overlook this.

Then came the fact that this person sells cell phone cases. Unable to get a permanent residence, this person couldn’t secure a job in urban planning. Again, I was willing to overlook this.

I must admit, this person was pretty. I think I overlooked too many other things.

Things were slightly weird afterwards, in that she hardly texted me. I put this down to girls liking to be chased (especially ones from China). So, I end up texting her a few days later, and only text to make plans for a second date.

After the second date, she hardly texts me. I get extremely agitated, and the uncertainty is killing me. In it, thoughts that maybe she wasn’t interested kept popping up. When she finally does text, I get a massive relief that she replied. Although I suggested a date for our third date, she states she is working. No counteroffer.

At this point, I should have just left it as she wasn’t interested. But no… I text her again asking when she’s free, and she tells me she will check the roster. So later that night, she states that she is working for the next 6 days and will be busy. At this point, I’m starting to think she’s not interested. Working as a doctor, I’m also extremely busy, but if I can take a few hours to meet up for a date, I don’t see how someone selling cell phone cases can’t.

I phone up… No answer. She texts back saying that phone wasn’t by her side at the time. Isn’t she going to phone me then? A few minutes pass, and then I phone back. She picks up, and I ask when she is free. She tells me some BS like the other workers have exams, and she’ll be busy till July. I ask her to contact me when she is free, to which she says “ok”.

I’m pretty disappointed at this point, firstly in myself that I didn’t pick this up earlier, and should have ceased contact first. And secondly, I’m disappointed that she is still trying to string me along. I understand that maybe she’s trying to be nice, but I’d rather you be brutally honest about your intentions rather than make me think I have hope still.

I’ve decided to not contact her again, and even if she does contact, I’ll respond that I’m busy. I don’t believe in second chances in a relationship. If a person isn’t interested the first time around, they won’t be interested the second time around. And even if they did come around, it would mean I’d be their back up option. And I don’t think anyone deserves to be a back up option, not especially if the person puts the other as number 1.

This probably comes off as a rant, but at least it lets me vent some off. I’m going to look back at this entry in the future, and have a laugh at it.

Social Customs

I want to start this post off by acknowledging how important social customs and interactions are in day to day functioning. Any activity or actions one performs that is out of social norms is seen as odd and weird by others.

Now I must admit, I’m not one who has tons and tons of friends. But I can strike a conversation with others when I want to and if I am interested enough in the other person. This has lead me to at times to be very friendly Continue reading Social Customs

Distantly Familiar

On a cloudy evening after work, I suddenly felt really sad. Thinking back to why I was feeling so sad, I think it was in part due to a sense of rejection.

Earlier that evening, I was finishing off work by reading up on the patient’s charts for tomorrow’s surgical cases. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a colleague who I had known a few months back after doing my ED paediatrics rotation with her. Continue reading Distantly Familiar


This blog site has been very neglected it seems. I think it has more to do with my laziness more than ever. I’m too lazy to think up of some awesome catchy blog post to write, and too lazy to spend time actually typing stuff up. In a way, I have also been posting to  my other blog (which contains more work related topics).

But what’s happened since the 4 months I have written in the past? A whole lot.

  1. I moved away from a town of 65,000 people back to where my family live. And that means that I’ve changed my job location.
  2. I have taken up a distance education course in Mandarin
  3. I have taken up a distance education in paediatrics

Well, those are the main things I guess. Now that I look at it, it seems very ordinary. I still have no girlfriend, and I don’t feel like my social life has improved a great deal since moving back to a bigger city. I feel that part of it seems to be due to a 2 year absence from my medical school colleagues who I have seem to have lost touch with (funny how time seems to make good friends drift further and further away).

Wow, now I’m exhausted writing so much stuff. I better go to sleep now.

Good night everyone!

Christmas Eve

So this year is about the second time in my life that I will be spending Christmas Eve, Christmas and New Year’s away from family (the first time was in 2007 when I was in China).

It’s rather a different feeling being away from family. It’s a tad bit lonely, and there isn’t that sense of family when you’re away on your own. I mean, the meals I have are more lonely and less conversational, and there isn’t that sense of togetherness.

On Christmas eve, I spent the majority of the day glued to the computer. Essentially just watching some anime, and then later on finishing off some paperwork to facilitate my departure back to the big city centre of work for next year. Come night time however, and I was thrilled to have gotten a call from my friend to play some board games at his house. When I turned up, it was just me, with only another person joining us later on. Just 3 people at a board game – I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t more roudy.

We ended up playing a spooky game about a haunting, with it’s very complicated rule books. There were several times that after making moves, we realized we could have made several more different alternative moves. It was nonetheless still pretty fun, and better than being home alone with nothing else to do.

All in all, a boring first part to the christmas eve, but it got a little better later on that night. Now, time for work later on today.

I Can’t Play Table Tennis Anymore

Ever since my crazy work schedules have been going on, I havn’t been able to attend social Sunday table tennis at my local club group. Which is a shame really, because I really sort of wanted to.

It’s costing an arm and a leg to play really, at $10 per visit, and part of that is what makes me hesitant to go at times. Also, the fact that we play in a large shed which gets boiling hot is not really something I relish at the thought of. So, I sort of have been reluctant to go at times.

But, not having gone two times I have tried to go and play, I havn’t been able to.

1st time: I had the Sunday off, and having not played for about 7 weeks or so, I decide to pop around to the steaming hot shed we play ping pong. What do I see? Construction workers, and the sound of loud hammering and drilling. The table tennis staff member greets me, and tells me that people probably aren’t going to come because of the work. He gives me the option of waiting for a half hour to see if anyone else would be coming. I thank him, and leave – as if I’d play in a dusty saw dust environment.

2nd time (today): It’s been about 2 weeks since the last time I tried, and I’m keen to play today. I made lunch extra early so that I can go and play. I phone up the place – a competition is happening, but I’m welcome to attend to watch. I thank the man, but decline the offer.

So there you have it. I can’t play table tennis anymore. I’ll spend today studying mandarin, and taking a nap.