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Wednesday, April 19, 2006
USMLE and I
This is the story of the USMLE and I. For the uninitiated, the USMLE is probably one of the toughest medical exams there is, if not the toughest. That's United States Medical Licensing Exam.

So it came as no surprise that when I, laziness personified, boldly told everyone that I was going to sit for it (and pwn it for fun nonetheless), that I was confronted with endless ridicule about my inability to score anything worthwhile on the exam. In fact, there was a pool put together predicting how low I would score. I am grateful to those who expressed faith in me and bought a pass, in gambling terms. To those of you who predicted failure on my part, die slow endless deaths many times over and over again. May worms and maggots grow fat on your flesh, and may they defaecate all over your ravaged rotting bodies. So there. Hmph.

Being the stubborn ass that I am, I resolutely went ahead and applied for it, the ridicule of my so-called friends ringing in my ears. When someone tells me not to do something, the more I would wanna do that something just to spite that person, irregardless of how embarrased I might be later. Not a good trait to have, trust me. Male ego FTW. What a headache it was eh, driving back and forth from IMU to get papers verified, trying to decifer the instructions and conditions for application, getting bank drafts etc etc etc it almost drove me mad.

SO finally after sending off the forms and what not to the states via courier, I sat back and waited for the ECFMG to reply. And waited. And waited. And waited some more. And then some more. Many moons passed and many maggots were hatched, ate, defaecated, metamorphosed, mated, had great-grandchildren and died. All from the rotting bodies of aforementioned persons. Screw American efficiency, it's now midway through April and I still haven't heard so much as a mid-diastolic murmur from them.

SO I wrote to them, basically saying "hello, I'm a chinaman from Malaysia, I want to pay you lots of money for an exam I don't really need so that I can stress myself out unnecessarily and be the laughing stock of all my friends, why don't you reply and take my money? Is my money not good enough for you?? wai? wai? waiiiiiii??"

No reply. No surprise.

I wrote again, this time saying "hi, I'm that chinaman from Malaysia, and since you don't want my money I'm telling the credit card company to cancel the debit, so there hmph. I'm going to Canada to study instead just to spite you cause Canada rocks and America will one day be ruled by Chinaman just like me whose money you refused. Plus Americans suck donkey snouts."

So in a nutshell, contrary to what I've been telling everyone and much to the dissapointment of those who put together that pool of money,

I'M NO LONGER SITTING FOR THE USMLE

In hindsight, though, it's probably a good thing that the ECFMG didn't reply. It would most definitely make me unable to enjoy my last month here, irregardless of the fact that I've already been bumming for a good year. And the best part is, it's not my fault!!

Oh, added a few links. Decided to broaden my cyberspace horizons, so to speak.


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