It is exactly 12.22am in the morning as I am writing this.
Stacey, Woan Shiang and Rajish is in my sister's room, sleeping. They came in the afternoon - two by bus from Johor, another by plane from Sarawak. Tomorrow is the Suruhanjaya Perkhidmatan Awam (SPA) interview. A step closer some may say, to become a houseslave *cough* a houseman.
For all the free time I had last month, never did I try to educate myself for my new future as a medical doctor in Malaysia. As it is, when finally the time came to educate myself on the medical system in Malaysia, the harsh cold truth swept across me. Call me a worrier, I worried.
And no good comes with worrying.
Alas, I think I just need a shut eye.
Bismilah.
