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Hola peeps. Let's cut the story short. I'll be honest with you. I'm on the verge of being depress. Why you ask?

I get depress thinking that I am oncall twice this week. By oncall I mean working from 7am to (either) 9am or 5pm the next day. Long long hours without sleep and enduring bullshitcrap from stupid stupid people. I get depress thinking that we have clinics tomorrow. I get depress thinking that I'm not gonna be oncall with this one neurosurgery SHO tomorrow night (because to be honest, I think he's the nicest among all neurosurgery SHOs). I get depress thinking that I cannot go to the city this weekend to buy more shoes to temporarily treat my pseudo-depression. I get depress thinking that P.I.C is going home early tomorrow because he is post-call tomorrow and therefore I have to deal with the massive amount of new patients on my own, and therefore I get depress thinking that I am so gonna be lonely tomorrow (too bad I'm becoming too dependent on him - perhaps I should start standing on my own feet. I wanna get married. Wait, that's too random :) )

By all means, I thought I have no life.

Then it came to me:

Life is not what it gives you. Life is what you make it.

Just because I almost hate my current job, just because I am constantly oncall, doesn't mean that I cannot live.

And therefore my dear beloved peeps, I decided to go and watch Backstreet Boys Concert next weekend.


With all due respect, DO NOT THROW TOMATOES AT ME. Hey hey no need to roll on the floor laughing at me either! I almost have no life that it's not even funny anymore.

If Backstreet Boys helps to live my life, SO BE IT.

Hola peeps. How was your weekend? I saw lots of fancy/awesome Halloween costumes across the bloggosphere. Me on the other hand, DID not attend any Halloween party because, like Halloween which happens once a year, I decided that I wanted to cook. Even though some people thought that I was trick-o-treating last night but whatevah la...

So, yeah. I cooked. To put it in a more Halloween-ey words, I spent Halloween by wearing an apron and a chef's hat.


Erm, not really.

Did I tell you that My Boss agreed with a patient who thinks that my partner in crime a.k.a B looks EXACTLY like Andy Garcia?


That IS the only entertainment that I get at work these days.

Anyways, so the super-pretty Toothfairy invented this one game, which I find rather interesting (also because I get blogger's block these days) and therefore here I am, joining the club:

I love changes. And I need changes.

This month....

I like: the smell of Dolce & Gabbana Anthology L'Imperatrice 3, because it reminds me of my favorite fruit Guava, even though there is no Guava in the fragrance.

I don't like: the way I feel about certain things. Like, I really don't like it.

I want you to know: that I like watching Craig Ferguson shows. He's hilarious!!!

I've planned: not to get married soon :*)

I want to say to someone special: My weakness is you.

Hola peeps. Tomorrow's Friday and I'm not looking forward towards the weekend.

Because I am working on the weekend. Screw me.

Today I spilled blood on my creme colored pants and I had to wear scrubs all day. It's not THAT fashionable to wear scrubs, ya know. Again, screw me.



But whats-evahs, because anyways... then the phone rang:

This person from the planet far far away: Hey beautiful.

Me in scrubs: Yes, this person from the planet far far away.

This person from the planet far far away: X, Y, Z...

Me in scrubs: A, B... B wants to talk to you.

This person from the planet far far away: Nah, I just wanna talk to you.

B in the background: Why is This person from the planet far far away doesnt want to talk to me?? This person from the planet far far away is gonna get it from me.

This person from the planet far far away: I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Me in scrubs: Ok?

..... Hmmmm.