After 5 years, my half decade is reaching its zenith.... Going nuts in anticipation waiting for it all to be over but on the other hand I am wondering will I get through it....

Well, spent the last week deep in work.... Working in the wards during the mornings, sleeping in the afternoons, studying at night and putting my blood sweat and tears into the yearbook in the wee hours of the morning....

I've got to say working on the year book has been a welcomed distraction, and I think its come out quite nice, although the price has been upped, still think its worth every single memory in there....

Going through the year book brought back loads of nostalgic memories of years gone by. It’s real mushy I know but I can't help but reminisce about those wonderful memories of yesteryear….  Even looking back at the past 5 years is enough to make me smile a sad smile of nostalgia….

I still remember the feeling of getting into med school, and on top of that getting in with Prabs…. (Not exactly complete joy for the latter…. Hehehe)

I remember the first few months…. Homesickness, loneliness and adapting to a new surrounding….

Remember finding friends in the strangest places…. Laughing and eating together in KTP….

I remember singing our first Raya song…. Dav, got to thank you for that…. It was brilliant….

I remember the first and last outing for New Year’s day…. The flying coffee, the mad rush of people, the wonderful fireworks…. The wonderful company the next day….

Long long hours spent initially playing the card version of truth or dare, hours spent lung to lung…. Even longer hours spent dissecting each others lives as to get to know each other….

I remember the holidays…. The laughter we all shared…. Interesting times they were….

I remember the way love blossomed for so many in our group, the way fate loved to wreck havoc with our love lives….

I remember my first dissection class…. The excitement…. Man….

I remember tennis games every evening and training every night…. Friendships I found there were fantastic…. Really taught me loads….

I remember…. I remember loads.... And every memory is like a flower in the garden of my mind…. Someday it may grow into trees…. Much like my other memories of years gone by…. Haiz….

A very emo Kev signing off….