New Year Resolution.

This year I turned 21 and I know people my age are to be matured and ready to take all the responsibilities. But here I am writing this down with a childish heart and candid expression that I have not fully matured to be bestowed all that life has to offer. Given that I have always been a slow but a steady learner I am growing up at the same pace, same rate. The year 2012 however marks a transition phase as I feel myself more liable to be called a woman than a girl. But I am still a girl not a woman yet. This might take a few more years but I am a tiny bud that has yet to blossom. Often I know I have been an unpleasant person shunning all forms of "keep in touchs" and trying more to be in the real world with my remarks and 'bitching'. Confining myself in the reading room or the hospital wards and avoiding most of social interaction I have found knowledge but not fortitude. It has been my good fortune to have been blessed with pleasant pretty smile and an arsenal of skills that makes me almost impossible to forget, almost impossible for others not be curious about me. I am an enigma others find hard to decode. 

This year my resolution is to be more courteous to people, not that I am not. What should my real resolution is to make time for those who matter.

I have so many friends. I wish I could spend time with everyone of them. The little details, jokes, pleasantries matter. They keep you happy.

Being twenty one I am still unaware of what I feel. When I laugh at a boy/mans jokes they take me to be of a coquettish disposition but they should know that I would laugh equally aloud in the presence of a female companion. 

It is always about bettering oneself.

Of course my resolution doesn't mean I will TRY to be matured. That will come with time. What I have to better now is what I am today.

Happy new year dear readers.

May you have a great year ahead.

As of tonight I am hitting the dance floor with my friends. I love dancing. And oh what a feast my friends prepared for the new years eve! 

                                                          pE@c3-dr.Diksha.

Rango At My Window.

Two days ago a green lizard flopped at my window. It horrified me so much I screamed for two minutes before I slid my windows shut with much indignation. Perhaps it is attracted by the cactus I have adorned my window sill with.

SO my window remains shut for the time so long it remains there and it has made quite a home of the nitch. When I would tap my window it would shift its position but now the clever reptile knows I can't touch it beyond the glass and doesn't even bat an eyelid to my taps.

My imagination is running wild.

I would not say no to Rango. :D

Ever wished there was TWO of you.

There are so many things left to conquer, to learn, the master the art but so very little time.

I wish I had the 'Ring Of The Nine Dragons' and then I would make the two of me one for my academic self, and the other for everything else.

Enough rants for today. Do something productive but never remain idle.

Kill your self-doubt fairy.

After having drawn this, I have more respect for the artists, cartoonists and animators because even though my comic isn't strikingly perfect it took me a lot of hard work.

The message is never doubt yourself.

The morning lessons.

I was seeing some of my videos and came across one of mine practicing tennis early in the morning. And since there has been many instances where I have lost all of my data I am going to upload this video here for safe keeping. (My children ought to see this).

But now I have developed a resentment for these sessions. Because it is giving my skin a lot of pigments especially over my nose and cheeks. Plus my acne gets aggravated by the sweat and then my skin tone looks uneven and I stare at the mirror all day and cry about it. Talk about girl problems! Someday I might hate tennis when I wrinkle a lot earlier than my contemporaries because I am ALWAYS out in the sun.

But if I don't play, I am going to sleep the entire morning and miss the morning classes. And I am going to be physically inactive leading to a lot of conditions that come along with it. I love tennis and I have been playing since I was in grade 5, but I didn't make much progress during the school years. It's just that I find lawn tennis awe fully a glamorous game!

                                      pE@c3-dr.Diksha.

The Making Of David Villa.

I spent 4 hours over a span of 3 days to get this piece of art done. It isn't so great but it is definitely one of my best works. The details are awry at certain places but I had no idea how to work at the tiniest detail!

The result of the making of (David Villa) digital art and this will go after some more provisions into my deviantart collection.

                        
Have a great weekend.
                                          pE@c3-dr.Diksha.

Diksha speaks

Always compete with yourself because if you compare yourself with others there are many flaws to the equation. The universe has no equal for that. Your only equal is you and you have got to try to be better than the equal you are today.

I am feeling excessively optimistic tonight.

And with these words I go to sleep and going to wake up tomorrow for a great day. Make everyday laughable little by little because laughing even for silly reasons feel good. 

                                     pE@c3- dr.Diksha.

Angry for what reason.

(Expressing my anger and frustration. Maybe someday I would write a poem that genuinely ignites the pain of anger to my readers, not that I write so well).

Pernicious heart yield lethal results

The poison in me has spread.

Awakens the deadliest of the cult

(Of course its all in my head)

And even though its all the play of my brain

And I can absolutely control what I think

But never what I feel and so I maintain

This growing anger that doesn't shrink.

It is fed with the on-going confusion.

Many a times I find myself slow

I try to work, to play, to reason.

It's just that I keep falling down below.

The toxicity that poisons me has spread

I am no longer myself I am lethal.

The longer the feel stays in my head

It cripples my heart and apocryphal.

The burden doesn't go it has excoriated me.

                                                               pE@c3-dr.Diksha.

Roller skatin.

I started skating when I was in grade 7 and I still maintain that Avril Lavigne has been the most influential person in my life when it comes to coolness.

And this image is not an extract from some horror movie. It's a clip of me skating through the corridors and the GIF quality is pretty bad. (This post was just an excuse for me to post this GIF image).

P.S. The AON football t-shirt was given to me by my brothers and I NEVER wear it when I go outside because there are some guys in my college who wear this kind of t-shirt.

                                                      pE@ce-dr.Diksha

Being the man she wanted.

The blue hair gel was container was nearly empty but he kept squeezing out more. His hair was not like what he wanted. Not like what she wanted. She had said spikes, not so prominent but visible enough "to give a boyish and a manly look at the same time". He wanted to be good enough for her.

Today he would show her he could be authoritative. He would no longer be a "follower who waits for his leader to lead by" anymore. After several shapings, he picked his nearly empty perfume spray. It was old but it smelled still the same and he sprayed it carefully not to let its vapor evaporate away from his body. Wasting was not an option for him.

It was a beautiful morning and he had his friends waiting for him at the casualty. His friends giggled upon seeing him. 

"This is a hospital and not a fashion show dude" said that boy with large spectacles.

He blushed,  "I bathed twice this morning. Maybe that's why I appear nice today."

The other boy prodded his spikes and said, "Oh so you get spikes on bathing more than once huh?"

They laughed and he felt slightly uncomfortable but their gathering was short lived. There were sick people everywhere in no time and his spikes outshone everything else. The nurse eyed him suspiciously. The spikes were no threat but his new attitude was. He was rushing forward pushing everyone behind to do something, anything. The problem was he wasn't behaving a medical student today. He was a doctor. He was a Leader.

She came in to the sickly ward with a pallid face as always. He stood there like a tall monument and he was storming. He appeared fierce and mighty while he ordered a nurse so many times his senior. She loved that man. She had finally got that man out of this nerdy little boy.

She didn't notice a hoard of angry nurses. She didn't even see his friends who appeared "too uncool all the time". Their eyes met and all she saw was a lion ruling his territory. He loved her dearly and how very pretty she was and he was sure he made that impact because her eyes were dreamy and smiling. He saw her real smile which was a very rare sight indeed. This filled him with pride and he thought he must be doing right whatever madness he fallen into.

Lunchtime it was and he had never experienced the passage of four hours in what felt like a few minutes. This manly transformation sure was dramatic as well as fun.

They were to eat lunch together at the college cafeteria. They always dined there and he had lessons there on being a gregarious person. First it's "the appearance, the style and everything else comes later" she had taught him.

But today he lead her to their table. And then he started to gobbledegook about his victory over the nurses and his superior medical knowledge, a smart nerd he was few hours ago now transformed into an unknown and unpleasant bloke. 

And he just wouldn't stop his gobbledegook for she had told him "an interesting person uses smart words at right places and will tell his interesting anecdotes of the day". How could one change so much in such a short span of time? She was thrilled and didn't seem to miss that little boy who had loved her so much. Now that he was a "man" did he still all the same worship her?

At the end of the day when he came back to his hostel room he was completely famished. Boy! Being a "man" surely took up a lot of energy. And he looked at his empty gel container and went to ask his friends if any one of them had gel left for tomorrow he needed to be what she wanted too.

I got me a Brand New Header.

I had this header painted a week ago and I would proceed with it had my smart science-oriented boyfriend not pointed out that my 'diagram' is wrong.

What is so wrong in this cute digi-paint?

And he said, in his superior tone that my rainbow is scientifically incorrect. The red has to be on the outer side of the bow and then he jibber-jabbered on and on why is it that way and I listened perplexed, amazed and feeling dumb too.
He is extremely observant and fast. Good for me.                                           

                                                     pE@ce-dr. Diksha.

The Wedding.

I have had never attended anyone's wedding when I was in my country. Strange as it is since I have lived there for 17 years and never been to a marriage (except that one me and my best friend went to to eat dinner i.e in urban terms "crashed the wedding"). 

Personally I prefer Christian marriages. The white flowing gown and the red red lipgloss with red red roses entice me like no other feeling can. I want to get married in the white wedding gown and my boy should be in his best tuxedo with his best man and say 'I do' to my everything.

I don't know how a Bhutanese wedding looks like. Indian weddings are diverse as I have learnt here. 28 states, 7 territories makes up 35 different ways and many more regional differences. But their style has the distinct red glittery sari and the bride always looks so beautiful and there are lots o light, flowers, sweets-pompous, joyous and glamorous!

So far my 3 years stay in India and I have already attended one. Few days ago we were invited for one of my (girl) classmates wedding. 

Needless to say "a picture speaks a thousand words"...

And if you intend to eat a lot then sarees are a to be totally contraindicated because you never know when your belly swells up for the whole crowd to see.

                                                  pE@cE- dr.Diksha.

While I buy too many clothes...

While I buy too many clothes, there are people who have nothing to wear. There are people with not a spare. 
And I buy too many clothes, I saw a patient today who was hurt bad and his trousers were torn.
I thought those were accident tears, but it was his only pants. He would wash his only clothes many a times to keep them clean, but the water and the soap has now washed away its lustrous sheen. Threadbare and still to be worn for many years, that man has to keep doing his labourous task just to be able to provide his kids with new clothes. Food and education, and a lot more! 

And I am here browsing clothes online. Too many I have in my cupboard and I still want more and more and more.

Oh human desires!
Cruel I am!

So everyday I go to my workplace I hope I will be at my best. It should not be their misfortune they end up in the clinic--it should be their fortune that I am there. I shall do what I am supposed to do and learn with utmost zeal, and then I will someday be a doctor with knowledge and medical appeal.
 
                                     pE@ce- Dr.diksha.

I want the tag "Dominating Doc"

I have stumbled upon many medical professionals profiles and they love to tag themselves with names usually defining their personality. Mostly they are angry so they call themselves "angry doctor" or "angry medic". What an awe inspiring majestic turn is this to call one self angry! Indeed, doctors need to be aggressive and dominating plus a little bit angry. THE PROFESSION REQUIRES IT!

And why would I say that? Yesterday I was at the casualty and there were a group of adolescent boys who had brought their friend with a lacerated feet (it was an accident). The dressing room was occupied at the moment and he had to wait. I was sitting reading McLeod's clinical methods and he scolded, "Doctor my friend needs stitches. Why aren't you doing anything?" and his body language was clearly suggestive of violence peaking.

I look up confused. I don't know what to reply. Then a nurse came to my rescue. She had a commanding voice and said to him to wait for a while, just a little bit more and also that his friend didn't require stitches. And he settled down like a little pup who has been castigated by his owner.

Other instances of where I support of dominating persona is well the senior doctors are more responsive to you when you are verbose and confident. 

When I am certified as a doctor I want the tag "Dominating doctor"..but a nice one.

As I discover my voice of interrogation PART II

I wanted to update my blog on the very day the Lyonchhen Hon PM of Bhutan was here to receive his humanitarian award. The fonder justified that since the invent of GNH Bhutan has been proudly broad-casting the concept and living upto the GNH standards that the current PM who gives so much emphasis on the concept deserves the award. 

On September 9th the 27 of us Bhutanese were given the opportunity to have audience with the very PM at the extravagant Trident Hotel. All Bhutanized and dolled up plus the advent of meeting the PM galvanized our very senses. What to say? How to behave? Should I bow down? When to?

We entered the lovely premises of the brand hotel and entered a conference hall lead by one of the woman. And sat on the heavy chairs surrounding a big rectangular table. 

There are several glitches my college has. Some Bhutanese students are not happy owning to the strict hostel rules or the fact that every time there is a cricket match involving India, the Bhutanese male students are often the punchbags for the testosterone laden Indian males. Caveat- Prakriti (the leader of the Bhutanese group here) told us to strictly prohibit blasphemizing our college in front of any officials. I was not very happy with that.

Several officials were there in their shiny ghoes. Patterned and colourful, it rung the very memories of Tshechu time back at home. I felt happy and safe. They inquired us. Mostly introductory and the courses we took here. And were we happy here or not? To which everyone of us gave cheeky smiles and nodded in unison.

There was some great shuffling for perfection and quietness, everyone fell silent and rigid. The PM entered the hall with a big smile. The handshakes began. The handshakes were over. He presided at the top most of the table and then the "video" began playing titled "KIIT and Bhutan". It was an informative video whoever directed that. It showed scenes from Bhutan and Bhutanese students here. Some interviews were taken and there were suppressed laughter coming from us to see ourselves interviewed on screen. Then a scene I wasn't present in. Several of my friends were there and they cheered "WE LOVE KIIT" with so much of zeal and love, I nearly fell off my chair. I had to re-adjust my butt to contain all that pride.

His excellency speaks excellent English which made me perk up because I do like communicating in English. Really I do. Then he urged us to interact since this "is a conference hall and we should talk about issues" he said.

I looked to my left and my right. No one was going to utter anything I knew for sure. So I raised my hand and I began. 

I saw Prakriti from the corner of my eye. She gave me a cold glare saying "DON'T YOU DARE."

I began. I should have begun with 'Your excellency'. OH no one told me that is how a PM has to be addressed. I just began, "May I know of your opinions regarding the Pedestrian day back at home? It has caused quite a stir over the internet."

TO which he replied, "I am the government. My opinion has been set and I have molded the rules. We have had thought over this for the very protection of our environment."

I say, "And how are you coping up with all the opinions coming from the people of our country?"

His Excellency said, "I think you are being too nice and not being direct enough."

To which everyone laughs and and I say with a big smile, "How are you coping up with so many negative reviews that keep cropping up every Tuesday over the internet?"

To which his reply was so long my blog is unfit to contain the answer. Mostly it was environment related. 

My second injunction was more of a suggestion than a question. Regarding the catastrophe of Wangdue Dzong burndown. If I point out shouldn't we use Bhutanese materials all the way and ensure that the labourers should also be indegenious and not exotic so that the income would stay in the country itself.

To which the reply was really long my blog is unfit to contain the answer. It was mostly economy related and the Rupee crunch crisis in the country. And he appreciated my suggestion. :D

After that there was still no one to speak up so the pleasure was all mine. And I wansted to discuss about rather sensitive issue- The Bhutanese refugees in Nepal. My question sounded something like this, "What is your current plans regarding the resettlement of the Bhutanese refugees? Will they ever be allowed to set foot back in our country?"

To which the reply was long my blog is unfit to contain the answer. He told us about the people who are now in western countries and are leading a good life. 

Then I said, "And what about the small population of those of us living in the country without any valid documents? When will we ever given the rights to be citizens of the country?"

To which he replied a long answer my blog is unfit to contain it.

And dinner time at Trident.

The next day our PM was awarded with the KISS Humanitarian award.

Two of my favourite people- Prakriti and Namgay.

In the final day of his stay he was the chief guest for the convocation. And it was his birthday.

We had a good time eating that big cake. ^___^

Lord Buddhas statue was enacted at the campus.

And the after math.

Where the founder gave us a hearty dinner at Pal Heights and we ate a lot. A LOT!

My best buddy Ashik. He makes me happy.

We ate so much. I bet we all gained 2 kg in one meal.

                                             dr. Diksha- pE@ce

As I discover my voice of interrogation...

Lately I have been gossiping a lot more than before. (Come-on it's not unusual for girls to just 'gossip'). But the kinds I did before were much more fun and less vituperating. Now I am doing the serious gossip. I am questioning more and reasoning more...and deteriorating my relationships. I don't surrender to any disputes.

This is bad. 

But I feel good.

Stupid networking.

I know Facebook let's you keep in touch with your friends far far way from you. Share your new life with your old old friends and we don't have to go through the tedious ordeal of writing letters and going to the post office and have it posted and wait for days on end for your friend to get the letter. Whereas on Facebook this task is just few clicks away. But moreover one can add numerous people on their list. Those people you don't know at all in real life. You are becoming more-known to newer people. How awesome is that! 

No not so awesome. At least not for me. I have never really adapted to the new generations' method of befriending someone. For what you perceive about someone on the net is most of the time very inaccurate. The carefully thought statuses and those posed (only ones where you look good) photographs dominate your profile. And some extras like carefully manipulated LIKE pages to make sure you only have liked "cool" pages. 

I for instance upload only those photographs where I look frigging hot, whereas in real life I am not very feminine or charming. Many boys  have let me know I am unattractive and that too in a rather unpleasant way. Now I am far far away from everybody and so I use Facebook as a weapon, a reminder that an ugly duckling can well look like a swan too at time with correct photography and an ingenius photographer to produce immaculate pretty images of me!

And that is why I detest everything on the net.

Before I end my hateful post with a dramatic "NOTHING IS REAL" I do have to admit that Facebook is well my life. I would perish without it. I love updating my sarcastic and sometimes real statuses and I especially love to post my immaculate photographs taken by ingenious photographers who use correct photography methods. And I love meeting and talking to real people in the virtual world.

Ok here it is. NOTHING IS REAL~!

                                                         pE@ce Dr. Diksha.

Why I hadn't been blogging these few weeks.

ROBB STARK.   ♥

1. I was too busy watching Game Of Thrones and liking Robb Stark. Oh dear Robb please keep being awesome and do not disappoint me in the episodes to follow.
2. I was too busy mending my weather-beaten skin by sleeping almost 10 hours everyday.
3. I am watching a lot of cartoons now that I have cracked the college firewall and gained access to torrent and lots of shows and movies.
4. Community medicine ward duty going on which is an absolute bore and a must-attend duty!
5. I am secretly doing yoga early in the morning which explains my new-found amazing curves. (Sshhhh).

Water is a part of me.

Water creatures have always fascinated me. I find water birds the most beautiful of all and I like the corals and the fishes. Not that I dislike other elements. I am scared of fire. Earth is not my type and I might do as well with wind but wind provides no fluidity that water does. Water is refreshing. (And I always think I am Omi from Xiaolin Showdown or those mermaids from Pirates of the Carribean---- Come on, aren't I allowed to fantasize at times?)

I am in third year of medicine now. Cheers (Even though my 2nd year results haven't been declared I have been celebrating my survival in the School of Medicine.)

Anyway to the water.... Yesterday we went to water world-a place with pool and some water slides and et cetera.

I chose a a hip look with a maxi dress and a colourful wrap and Meg-Ryan glasses. I have seen her in a lot of movies with glasses like that. She is a respectful actress and there is nothing wrong with me trying the glasses. Doesn't make me a cheap imposer.

The disappointment/relief of going to a water body here is that a swimsuit is considered almost a taboo! Only spoilt girls wear those! There are gangs of ugly boys who would specifically love to cheer at you in swimsuit. The best solution is avoid being in a suit and stick to something more grungier like a black tee and shorts.

I took this photograph and I think it is amazing!

This is my Angeline Jolie inspired picture.  Oh doesn't look a bit like it?? Fine... It was just an accidental shot and there is nothing so sexy about it.

A day well spent in water. All that is left are the photographs and sunburns until another day in water....

When people cheat....

I came across Kristen Stewart guilty of cheating on Robert Pattinson. The first thing that struck me was "What the Hell is wrong with her? Who would cheat on a guy who looks like that?"

And of course I am sure many of you must have pictured that handsome perfect faced Pattinson distraught and heart-broken, slightly drunk too but all the while looking gorgeously sparkly!  Millions of teenage girls have been struck with those dashing vampire etiquette portrayed  in Twilight and its proceeding movies.

So lovely Kristen was having private affair with her director of Snow White And The Huntsmen! The audacity? He is 41, and she is 22. I really do not get why girls so tender in age even want to touch a man that way who is very much a father figure! I am 20 and I respect men in their 40s. They are fatherly and it makes me so sick thinking about young women atop wrinkly men! (And then I pray to the God for forgiveness even though I am an atheist).

And that's when I tsk tsk on their lives- the lives of the actors and actresses which most people think is all about glamour and money, money, money! Yes they wear new clothes every day and get the best of their make-up and go to beautiful places... But how very sad on their life behind the cameras. They are unfaithful lot. Why can't they be satisfied with just one person? Do their lust run so deep and vast that a single person is unable to fill  the void? Must they hog on every other person they work with? Have they even ever experienced real love?

That directors wife was a runway model. She is very beautiful. But even that beautiful face and figure was not sufficient for the director (seriously how much of touching beautiful woman does he want?) 

And that is when I am very thankful for being me- a normal not-sultry-glamorous med student. I know of real people with real love. I know my mom and dad, they love each other a lot and would never cheat. I know many people in real life with real happiness. They don't look like dashing and debonair extremely sexy Robert Pattinson or the extremely pretty Kristen Stewart but still they don't want anything more than just to spend their lives with each other. And we the normal people are perfectly happy with what we have. There is no need to go around having (secret) affairs of lust and carnal pleasures with numerous other people because there is this need for only one person-just that one person who can make the earth spin slower, the heart beat faster and make you the most beautiful person! I am simply concluding that I am a well mannered girl and so are most of the people I know. I am so happy to be me because in my life I would never have the need to cheat on whoever is with me.

How very sad for you movie people! Bloody ill mannered fellows.

I love love love TENNIS!

The day is beautiful. The sun is partly behind the clouds and there is no rainfall. The wind is cool and blows gently, and I especially love the way it flutters my hair. So I let it loose. 

I wear the brand new shoes my Mom bought it. It's really pretty. Pink and white and it has excellent grip. Perfect tennis shoes. I haven't gone to play tennis yet. My tennis comrades-my boyfriend and Romama are well enjoying this ten days break. He is at his home, Romama is vacationing at the Bali islands. It's like I don't need them all the time, but right now I just woke up from a really long months of reading books!

Anyway hanging out with my Bhutanese friends is so very refreshing. Yesterday we went to see a Sitar show and in the bus-what did we argue about!!?! Anatomical knowledge. Since I have been blabbering about my newly acquired Pharmacology knowledge (I told him about what drugs to use in hemorrhage) and well I have bedazzled all of my Dentist friends by telling them the order of eruption of teeth at which age (we were taught age estimation by dental records in Forensic medicine in case a rotted body has come and we need to assess the age).

And that is when the attacks on me starts- From Ashik. He asks me "Why do we get brain freeze? Tell the nerves involved!" I go like of course some palatine nerves... (Oh come on it's been so long since I last read Anatomy). Then he asks "The danger area of the face and the routes". I tell him the area and the involvement of cavernous sinus but he wants more detailed answer. (The denstists have a more intensive study of the head and the neck).My other friends like Tashi and UT who are doing Engineering are confused and go like "FACE HAS A DANGER AREA??" haha.

And we sing the rest of the journey. The musical show was fantastic. How very charming the notes of a sitar is! And the flute that was played in the back ground made me want to learn it.

Today my friends called me to the indoor stadium. And I left hopping in my pink and white tennis shoes. I wasn't really going to play basketball (I have left two of my friends with contusions on their faces while playing the game). And indeed when I was in the stadium I missed holding my racquet so much. I wanted to go outdoors in the tennis arena and listen to the sound of the king ball being thwacked by the racquet. It's that sound I anticipate for while playing. I wanted to swing the racquet with perfect arches and chase after the green ball. Balance my footing and swing at the hips (like my coach says).And hit a smash-wait--I can't hit a smash yet! I never manage to hit a ball that comes high.

 I shall go from tomorrow. 

I held the basketball once and everyone- I mean EVERYONE just stops moving and waits for me to shoot at the basket! That makes me really nervous because I know I am going to miss the shot. But still I shoot- and I miss it. And I come out cursing!

How I discovered my Doctor handwriting?

There have had been plenty to write this past week and this week too, and much to study. Not to forget my lost record book that I had to rewrite all over. I would like to thank my friends for helping me with the record. 

• Class CR for getting me the blank new record.
• Shivu,Ashik, Romama, Sumi for writing and drawing.

And after that I had numerous experiments left to be written in my Pharmacology  (study of medicines) record. And out of frustration I did a this..... Wait my handwriting has always been this way...

But that night I was running out of time. I had a deadline and a million words to study. The pressure was building up and then that was it! The very last of my endurance dried up. And I scribbled all over. SCRIBBLED! Yes I call it scribbling!

And that is how I discovered my doctor handwriting. It saves a lot of time. 

I think the Pharmacology lecturer made us write all of these so that we would "discover" the hidden scribbl I mean calligraphy in us!

This is how the lecturer would be feeling!

Yes dear lecturer you succeed yet again.