Anaesthetist X - When is your finals?
Me - About another 201 days...
Anaesthetist X - Wow, you counted them?
Me - Ya. I think that is goin to be my real finals.
Anaesthetist X - Ha ha ha, you have fake finals huh?
Me - Well, did you do any exams after you graduated?
Anaesthetist X - Errr, ya...
Me - Then the finals you had was a fake one.
(NB - Not word by word of course..)
FINALS is probably the most babi scam known to mankind.
Finals is actually the opposite of what it seems to mean: It is not finals, it is the opposite. It is the beginning of your shitty exams life.
So many CEXes, non-ending attempts for MRCP (or equivalent)... etc etc...
Really, if i can pass this real finals of mine,
go back to Malaysia,
head to Borneo,
under the title Dr,
act kind, be nice,
Find one timber king,
rape his daughter,
become his son-in law,
report and hand in his corruption evidences to MACC if any, and if there is not, talk him into doing something which will legally jail him for a few years,
take over his company,
find 14 mistresses across the 14 states of our great Federation of Malaysia, to ensure greater national integration amongst member states of the federation;
redistribute the wealth to these poor young attractive mistresses so that the poor will become richer and directly contributes to the process of correcting the social imbalances across the dimensions of our divided community of various races, diversed culture backgrounds and different religious adherence.
to fulfill the aspiration of our founding fathers.