.musings of the corybantic painted nails.

2010-12-28T22:31:00.001Z

I want to know why.

Why did you do what you did? What did I do to deserve all these?

2010-12-04T23:26:00.003Z

there were times when I thought, life is too short, so why bother?

...why bother thinking about people who don't think about you?

...why bother trying to help others when others don't help you?

...why bother going through shit when others don't give shit about you?

...why bother wondering why things don't happen the way you want them to?

...why bother feeling all brokenhearted when the person who breaks your heart don't feel sorry for doing so?

there were times when I thought, life is too short, that's why you have to say what's on your mind.

there were times when I thought, life is too short, love as much as you can. and there were times when I thought, because life is too short, so don't give shit about those who don't love you back.

there were times when I thought, life is too short, give, forgive, forget. there were times when I thought, because life is too short, I should be selfish.

there were times when I thought, life is too short, why should I work so hard and yet get paid like shit. there were times when I thought, because life is too short, you should do something to make yourself proud, not so much others.

there were times when I thought, I don't want to miss you anymore. because life is too short, so why bother missing someone who will never miss you back?

2010-11-17T20:56:00.003Z

Today, I lost one of the very few people who means a lot to me.

It hurt so much that I wished today was just a bad dream.

Life's too short. Life's just too short.

[via]

Thank you, for every single thing. You'll be missed, terribly. Please do look after me, from wherever you are.

.musing about the small petty things.

2010-08-19T22:50:00.002+01:00

Hola peeps!

I've had a bad start at work today. I swear by nine o'clock I felt like throwing my bleep onto someone's eyeball. Or just take someone's head and smack it on the wall. Hard.

... Yeah THAT bad.

It annoys me when nurses keep on interrupting my conversations with, ANYONE. Be it with my patients, or my colleagues. It's plain rude.

By afternoon, I was ready to burn down the whole place. I was on fire. It also annoys me when I've to change IV cannulas every 30secs. More annoying when I fucking request an investigation to be done on few patients and the fucking retarded receptionist said "OK!" and 30mins later I was being told by the technician that "I have to come down to the ward myself looking for the patients because the fucking retarded receptionist told me - 'let's them come themselves!' " (Dear Receptionist, you're fucking retarded.)

For fuck sake, I don't need to be bothered with these petty little things because I've much more important things to do like, saving the world. Or gloat.

But anyways, by 4pm, I gave up. I thought, it was too tiring to actually "care". So I made a short-term resolution (when I say short-term, it usually lasts for 30secs): Today is just one of those days. One of those days. One of those days.

Then I saw someone standing in front of my desk and said,
*it wasn't really my desk because the ward clerk is much more superior than the doctors and therefore they get the desk, and we don't. We are encouraged to *cough* write on the floor because *cough* it's good for your back. Like *cough* doctors are robots and their back doesn't usually become problematic because hey, doctors don't have a back.

The said lady: Thank goodness I found you, Liz!

Me: Oh hey, how are you?

The lady (the wife of one of my patients): I'm good. I was looking for you. I brought you something to thank you for all that you've done for my husband.

(which was pretty much, almost nothing HAHAHA - nah, just kidding)

Me: Oh, that was very kind of you. I'm sure everyone was looking after your husband as good as I did.

The lady: You were the best one. So this is especially for you. You can share it with everyone if you want.

So she gave me a box of expensive chocolates. tsk tsk tsk.

And the other day, I got bored, so I cooked. And brought some to workplace. Few days later, I got my Tupperware back and a small card in it, which pretty much says:

Dear Dr Liz,

Thank you so much for the lovely food. You're awesome.

pppffffftttt. Nah, they didn't write the "you're awesome" part. I just made that up HAHA!

You were being very kind to cook such a delicious meal for us. Hope the Ramadhan is going to bring you much joy and prosperity. Remember us in your prayers.

Yours sincerely,
The health care assistants.

I've to say they look after me really well, these health care assistants. They always make sure that I eat at lunch time because they don't want to see me "wasting away" because I'm such a "kind soul"

I'm glad to know that despite all the stupid shit that's happening, I'm constantly being reminded that it pays to be a nice person. At least I know I did one thing right :')

p.s guess what, vinny is back! <3

.musing, TMI-ish.

2010-08-14T23:52:00.000+01:00

*or breech of confidentiality? I hope not! hahaha.

Hola peeps!

This may not be an appropriate post to read if you happen to be fasting (it's Ramadhan, ya all) so feel free to leave kthx. (I know, I shouldn't have posted this in the first place, but hey, I thought it was funny more than obscene. HAHA) This may not even be an appropriate post but what the heck, blame that person who's not putting my face on the cover of Forbes magazine.

So anyways, being the youngest in the team, ~~they like to bully me into catheterizing anaesthetized patients~~ I do the dirty works. By dirty I mean, putting in urinary catheters, inserting intravenous cannula, etc. Especially the catheterizing part. Their excuse was: "You're the urologist"

...... Right.

Anyways, so on this one sweet lovely day, the anaesthetist gave me the green light to put in urinary catheter into this one fully anaesthetized male patient.

Cheerfully *cough - sarcasm*, I started doing my thing. Yabeda yabedi yabedu catheter was inserted and it was time to reduce the retracted foreskin.

Me: Urm, boss. We have a problem. The tip is lumpy & blue. It was like that even before I retracted the foreskin.

Boss: Hmmm. That is weird.

Me: Durh, I know. By the way, the foreskin cannot be reduced.

Boss: Pull.

Me: *pulling for one minute* Nope. Not working.

Boss: BAHAHAHA. He's having an erection.

Me: Thank God he's fully anaesthetized.

Boss: Magic hands.

Me: ....

WHAT THE FUCK, BOSS???

Boss: Don't worry, it is normal.

Me: Normal that I've magic hands or normal that male can have erection while under anaesthesia??

Boss: WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

And he had to walk off. I swear I didn't do it on purpose.

And because of that, I became the joke of the day.

While doing the operation,

Crazily hilarious male scrub nurse: Liz, you want the bone wax?

Me: Yes please.

Crazy male scrub nurse: *handed me the bone wax"

Me: WHAT THE FUCK????

He molded the wax into mini-penis &balls.

Fun fun time. And even funnier when my boss keeps on looking at himself with the dental mirror and says,

"Oh look at that handsome man. My my"

Cracks me up ALL THE TIME.

Boss: Liz, what are you laughing at?? Are you laughing at my sincerity?

.musing on a good day.

2010-08-10T22:59:00.003+01:00

Hola peeps.

Thanks for all the well wishes. I'm better now. Even though I'm currently extremely exhausted like you have no idea, I'm happy to the top. Why you ask??

Well, the other day, I got bored because I haven't gone shopping for a good while, so I thought, why not buy stuff on the net?? So after a few clicks, I was done.

I didn't however, expect my package(s) to come this soon.

But it did.

One of my senior colleagues brought me a box into the operating theatre and he was like,

"Lizzie, here's a box for you from the orthopaedic theatre"

And I was like,

"why the hell they sent my box to the orthopaedics theatre??"

But anyways, so I brought my box home.

And took photo of it. (Just in case you guys don't believe me, but then again, I know you will because like some people, they're pretty scared of my sharp heels).

Yes!! It's a Herro box! =D

With Herro stuff in it.

So, exactly what IS the content of the Herro box?

Let me introduce you to my new Herro:

Rawrie the Neeenja. ;)

Say Herro back, or he'll whiplash your ass.
Adorbs? Adorbs?? Adorbs???

The moment he jumped out of the box, he went straight to bed.
Yes, it seems like we both have a thing in common already.

Now I can't wait for Neeenja the Rawrie the Dino to arrive. I hope he doesn't get lost :(

Ok, back to happiness =) Told ya it doesn't take a lot to make me happy. I'm in love with Mr Rawrie already.

p.s If you want a Herro for yourself or loved ones or just some people you love to stalk, head over to Kymchi's Herro Hachi shop. You may get lucky because she offers special discounts*. And believe me, the quality of the pillow is AMAZING. (I don't get discounts from Herro Hachi for saying this HAHA!)

p.p.s To explain why the "neeenja" is called "Rawrie" and "rawrie the dino" is called "Neeenja", Kymchi & Lemonlemonpie couple (Klaudea & Lawrence) are good friends and therefore adorbs pillows that I bought from them should be good friends too, and therefore what better way there is but to name them after each other. Also because I'm too lazy to find a new name.

*Terms & conditions apply.

.musing about the good, the bad, the dirty & the ugly.

2010-07-30T20:19:00.001+01:00

Hola peeps.

So I guess it's time for an update. (YES KYMCHI, THIS MESSAGE IS ESPECIALLY FOR YOU) I'm sick today, so here I am, ditching work, sitting on my bed, updating myself with the news of the world. By that I mean, check facebook, read new posts on Google Reader and order online stuff.

[via]

Lately, I haven't been at home as much as I would have wanted to. Work has been rather crazy. By crazy I mean, busy and busy and busy. But I suppose there were days when nothing happened that I was able to get out of the workplace and go to the English Market to buy fresh oysters.

Oh about that, to be honest, I'm hardly a big fan of fresh oysters. I mean, the taste can be rather... too much. But the other day, I had this odd craving for oyster that I braved myself to ask permission from my boss to leave work early to buy some. Being the youngest in the team, I get teased A LOT, esp about boys. That time was no exception. This convo happened:

Me: Boss, can I go home early today?

Boss: Why?

Me: I need to buy some fresh oysters.

Boss: I see. Who's the lucky boy you're bringing home tonight?

Me: .........

The dirty.

Also the other day, I went out and literally spent my monthly salary on... well, unnecessary stuff. I felt good afterward. Went to the spa to get my long overdue back massage. Slept like a baby during the 2 hour massage session. Hmmmm hmmmm heaven. Bought more clothes and shoes. Well, you get the drift.

The good.

As mentioned earlier, I'm sick at the moment. Nothing big really. Must be something that I ate yesterday. Now I'm hungry and yet I don't feel like eating anything.

THE BAD.

and THE UGLY? Life goal 101 may NEVER happen. Hmm yeah. And I thought I've never asked much from this life. Whatever have I done in life to deserve all this??

Sigh.

I just want to feel ok today (and tomorrow).

[via]

2010-07-11T13:48:00.003+01:00

I wanted to write a happy post initially, how I survived working on the "dark side" as how my other "dark side" colleague has put it, then something brought to my attention that pisses the hell out of me.

I have reasons why I hardly want to talk to any of you. One being, it drives me crazy to hear all the bad things that you have to tell me. I know all about the craziness. I don't need to hear them over and over again. Why do you think I refuse to come back?? YES, I AM RUNNING AWAY FROM ALL OF IT. Can you blame me for having the opportunity to do so?? Can you blame me for being selfish and wanting to preserve my sanity?? Can you blame me for being here, A PLACE WHERE THEY SENT ME TO in the first place?? Don't you dare to call me names. You don't know the whole story. You just don't know. And by the way, all of you never bother to ask how I'm doing anyway. You assume that I'm doing fine and that I'll be fine. YES, I AM AWESOME THAT WAY I DON'T NEED HELP TO STAY SANE. I DON'T NEED TO TALK TO ANYONE ABOUT MY PROBLEMS. Not that you know I've problems of my own anyway. All you can think of is I need to serve YOUR HAPPINESS and not think about mine.

Let me tell you. I've done my part. They wanted a doctor in the family, they got it. But from this point onward, I'm going to do what's best for me. I'm going to put my happiness and my sanity first. Call me ungrateful or slut or whatever names you want, I don't give shit. I've feelings too. This is MY LIFE we're talking about.

Not that I've much to begin with. Sigh.

.musing, it is.

2010-07-03T19:03:00.001+01:00

Hola peeps.

First of all, I would like to thank all of you for the kind words. I still feel quite sad. It came all too sudden and I didn't get the chance to see her for the last time. But life goes on I guess. I can only imagine what her kids must be going through right now.

I've been very bad at updating. (blogging) Mojo left me for someone else *eff you mojo, eff you* I hope I haven't lost any of you though.

So, I've moved to the new city. Still taking my sweet time unpacking my stuff. Still feel rather disoriented with the road and the layout of the new hospital (it's a massively massive place btw) but I'll get there eventually. And sad because I finally parted with two housemates whom I've been living with for the past 6 years.

*grabbing for tissues*

those early years

still the three of us

dang! it's time to mandi bunga

Day one at work, I showed up in front of the new boss I'm gonna be working with for the next 6 months. First impression: Nice fella with big belly (HAHA irony that he's a cardiothoracic surgeon). But what he said to me caught me off guard,

(I didn't even get the chance to introduce myself to him btw)

New Boss: So you're Liz. I've heard great things about you.
Me: *startled*
New Boss: It's a compliment.
Me: Oh, thank you. Nice to meet you boss.

Now, it's not that I don't like compliments. I do. But I can't help but to feel rather... helpless. I mean now I have to work harder because my new boss expect great things from me.

Which to be honest with, is not really my forte. Doing great things that is. There and then, I had to abandon my Bimbo 101 plan.

But his next question put me at ease (he asked whether my previous boss is still as leaky - irony because he fixes the blood vessels -it's ok if you don't get it because it's an inside joke that needs an entire post to explain but I rather not do that just in case my future bosses find their way to this blog so just pretend you understand what the joke is all about). So, I hope the next 6 months will be a great experience for me.

Which brings me to my last day at previous ~~shitty~~ workplace.

I was supposed to eff off early that day because I had to drive down to the new city but I got stuck at the ~~shitty~~ workplace because things always go wrong at time you don't need them to be such as 5 minutes before you eff off from work. At one point I just sit there on the chair and cried (while telling this one bitch to fuck off because I wasn't supposed to give a shit).

Afterward, while I was saying goodbyes to the very few nurses who were good to me (also means that they're smart that's why I was being kind to them and they handled me with great care), some of them told me,

You're great at what you're doing. Like we've worked with so many of you, you'll be fine wherever you'll go. You have what it takes to be it. If I need to be admitted to this place in the future, I want you to look after me.

Now, you see, at that time I was so upset that I just didn't want to deal with whatever bullshit that I had to deal with. I didn't exactly tell them that, but I guess they kind of knew.

And one old friend who I haven't seen for a while told me,

You're not happy with this place don't you? You used to be all smiley and happy (which I don't think I am but whatever because sometimes people see you for who you don't think you are) I mean, you're still all smiley now, but there are times when you look rather... sad.

I swear I almost cried.

Then another person told me,

Keep on with the cheery smile. Everyone needs it no matter where you go. Even though your job gets tough, you keep that smile of yours. It's beautiful.

And some parting words are just, priceless.

And they keep me going. But there are times when I really wonder, why am I doing this to myself?

p.s I'm sorry, I didn't mean to write such a sad post. I wanted to write something fun like how Germany kicked Argentina's ass (even though I didn't watch it because Sky TV people kinda sucks because they don't work on Saturday and therefore couldn't come and install the set in my house. eff you Sky TV)

2010-06-23T23:40:00.002+01:00

It came as a shock. Life can be pretty unfair sometimes. I know life is short. For some, it is too short. And sometimes, we forget the fact that one day, we all will die.

And for most, we waste our time with nonsense. And for most, we forget to tell people how much we love them. And how much they mean to us. And how much we care about them despite the fact that they can be pretty annoying.

It won't be the same again without you. I'm gonna miss you and I hope you have found your happiness despite all that had happened.

May you rest in peace, my beloved aunt. I will miss you.

And life, sometimes, you're just fucking retarded.

.musing on a saturday.

2010-06-19T13:07:00.001+01:00

Hola peeps! I feel lame because I have to go to work later and the weather is freaking amazing!

So yesterday I had a somewhat invigorating conversations with my boss. Well, sort of.

During lunch time with my boss and a senior colleague,

Boss: Girl, would you consider going out with him? *pointing at said senior colleague*

Senior colleague: Why would she want to go out with me? She's married. Don't make a good person like her cheat!

*please keep in mind that I was sitting there with them and again, they talked like as if I wasn't there or maybe I was good at staying quiet like a statue*

Boss: *shocked* She's married? But she's not wearing any ring!!

*looking at my finger: Nope, no ring*

Senior colleague: She's not wearing one because the diamond is too big she doesn't want to lose it.

Me: Boss, I won't go out with him because I'm married and I have kids.

BAM!-moment. Haha.

Boss was driving me back to the city because I had an appointment at the spa. During the 45 minutes drive, he lectured me about my choice of boys.

Boss: Girl, I'm telling you this only because we have about a week to work together. You're a nice person. Sincerely nice and kind. It's very hard to find a genuinely nice person these days.

Me: *cricket moment - I never know how to respond to compliments* Thank you. I enjoyed working with you & the team. So thank you.

Boss: My point being, because you're a very nice person, therefore you need to find a boy who can give you the world. Or at least, a Porsche. Because you deserve the best.

Me: *jaw dropping moment* .......

Me: But Boss, I don't like Porsche. I like Aston Martin.

Boss: My my, you're a young lady with good taste.

And oh no... he didn't just stop there. He thought I should marry some international footballer and 'live life to the fullest - with a wink!' and was disappointed and somewhat skeptical when I told him I'll marry for love.

Me should marry some Italian footballer who wears Dolce & Gabbana underwear.

.musing, bits & pieces style.

2010-06-06T01:22:00.002+01:00

Hola peeps. :) What's cookin' in the blogville, yo? Can't believe it's June already.

First bit & piece,
Lately I've been feeling rather out of proportion. I still don't know what's causing that stupid feeling but I've few theories. However, if you know me long enough, you know that I always try my best to pick myself up despite anything. And there are times when the only way to make things tolerable is to cry (and that is not a fucking sign of being weak), so I decided to watch one of my favorite movies, P.S I love you. And it worked.

So I guess, right now, I feel ok-ish. Don't spoil it for me.

[via]

Second bit and piece,
The ball is rolling for my so-called new adventure. Found a new apartment. Cozy and GREAT awesome location. Like, 3mins walk to the main shopping street in the new city. Banging my head on the wall, haven't found the "ME!" car. Well, found one actually, I was literally a day too late. Damn that fucker who bought the car! You stole MY car!

[via]

Third bit & piece,
During ward round, this conversation happened:

Intro: Girl = the name Big Boss calls me. Small Boss = female, Big Boss = male.

Small Boss: Girl, why don't we stay together in the new city? You know, the rent of that luxurious apartment is much cheaper for 2 bedrooms apartment.

Big Boss: Why would Girl wants to stay with you? She needs the privacy to bring back boys to her home.

Small Boss: Big boss, she's a good girl. She's not that kind of girl. Besides, I don't mind if she wants to bring boys home.

Big Boss: She needs to find a boy. She's not getting any younger.

Small Boss: She is young. Look at her. Girl, I cant believe Big Boss is calling you old!

Yes, they "discuss" things about me in my face, like as if I wasn't even there.

And that my friend, is freaking hilarious!

Next bit & piece,

[via]

Dear you, The whole point of being best friends is that we're gonna have your back. So, I hope you'll never forget that we're all here for you. Love you always, your best friend.

And last but not least,
This one is for you.

I just want to be there,
When we're caught in the rain,
I just want to see you laugh not cry,
I just want to feel you,
When the night puts on its cloak,
I'm lost for words don't tell me,
All I can say,
I love you til the end.

xoxo

.musing while waiting for my pizza to be delivered.

2010-05-25T14:17:00.000+01:00

Hola peeps. How's everyone? I'm doing ok. I guess. But enough with the nonsense.

You see, I don't know what triggers the most recent event (if you're wondering what event, well, good news for you, you don't need to know).

*wait, the pizza boy is here*

Ok, where were we?

Yeah, talking about life. You know what makes life unbearable? It is when you don't have anyone to share it with. Be it your friends, be it your partner, be it your bloggy friends, be it your boss or even that guy who calls you by your real name just because he thinks it suits you better and also because he thinks it sounds so cute (I know, how can my name ever be cute, right?) or that guy who puts a smile on your face every time he send you a simple text message like "hey girl".

What was I thinking. Alright, enough with the nonsense. I thought I just wanted to drop by before all of you get worried to death. Or not.

I suppose it's time to be productive. By productive I mean, finish the pizza, do laundry, clean the room and start packing. And have another re-run of Full House. Damn Uncle Jesse is hawt.

.musing, by the prettiest girl in this blog, by far (HAHA).

2010-05-16T21:07:00.005+01:00

I don't know how to put words together in such an awesome way as you do, but I do mean it when I say I love you.

.musing.

2010-05-11T21:35:00.002+01:00

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.musing.... .

2010-05-10T22:31:00.002+01:00

.musing about the road trip!.

2010-05-03T23:14:00.001+01:00

Hola peeps!~

Long time no write ;) I just came back from a road trip to Kerry with a bunch of buddies. Mylo (the green awesome car) was behaving pretty well throughout the trip, except this one pothole in the road that claimed one of his rims. Not Mylo's fault though.....

Anyways, we stayed in a small town called Kenmare, which is about 4 hours drive away from Dublin. The next day we began our journey from Kenmare, driving clockwise along the Ring of Kerry. The road was literally 10cm wide for a two-way. And also, extremely tortuous! Driving a good 110 miles (sorta) was definitely a challenge to the ass and the right foot. AND the bladder.

However, the view along the way was definitely worth the drive.

First stop: Staigue Fort.

The view from the fort, overlooking the sea.

Second stop: Coomakista Pass - a coastal scenic drive with view points.

The other side of Coomakista Pass.

Third stop: Killarney National Park - Muckcross house - entrance view.

The Muckcross House - backyard view of the house.

The view from the backyard of the Muckcross House.

Last stop: The Ladies View.

Mylo definitely had seen the great ladies view! =p

And introducing.... The Adventure of The Awesome Green Mylo. xD

Please note in the bottom right photo, one of Mylo's rims gone missing. HAHA.

Ok, it is bedtime. I'll be back :)

.musing (wtf I forgot to put a title so let's leave it title-less).

2010-04-23T18:59:00.002+01:00

Hola peeps =)

So today was the last day of my training. The course was pretty awesome. But I suppose that was because I had a bunch of good guy friends with whom I attended the course with. After the course ended today, we went to an Italian restaurant for a quick lunch and went to movie afterward. And P.I.C talked so much today and he kept on saying that he talked too much today. Adorable ahah!

P.I.C who looks like Andy Garcia I swear!: Elizabeth, you're choosing Date Night as our first date movie and this movie better be good. Or else, I'm gonna blame you forever for ruining our first date.
Me: *rolls eyes* *glancing to the side looking at two other guy friends* Are you saying that I'm having a foursome date? Bam, awesomeeeee.
P.I.C: Elizabeth, behave!

P.I.C: Elizabeth, damn I miss calling you Elizabeth. Everyone's calling you Elizabeth too.
Me: Really?? Like who?
P.I.C: Like everyone in the hospital. They were like, Where's Elizabeth? We haven't seen her for a while.

Remember P.I.C used to tease me with this one guy last year? Well, I thought he would have stopped by now because I mean, seriously, old jokes are kind of lame, yes? But not a chance.

P.I.C: I saw your boyfriend the other day.
Me: Oh yeah? Who's that now?
P.I.C: S.B *grin*
Me: You know he's not my boyfriend.
P.I.C: Yes, he is!!
Me: No he's not.
P.I.C: HAHAHA It's so fun to tease you.
Me: Tease me about everything else except that one.

My goodness. I'm so gonna miss P.I.C cuz he's going to Australia come July to work there. Yeah, everyone's kind of getting out of this place. Except for me. Like what P.I.C said,

A guy friend called Steven: Why are you staying here?
Me: Well, because I don't want to go home just yet?
P.I.C: I don't think Elizabeth will ever go home. I think she's gonna stay here for a long time.
Me: What do you mean?
P.I.C: You just don't look like you're gonna go home and work back home. That's all. You may go somewhere else, but not back to Malaysia.
Me: Aww. You know me too well that it's borderline scary.
P.I.C: Yeah, and that is the place where me & Peter buy coffee every morning and therefore come late to work.

Yeah, totally irrelevant.

Anyways, have an awesome weekend guys :)

.musing on a happy day.

2010-04-21T21:10:00.000+01:00

Hola peeps.

Yes, indeed today is such a happy day. Why you ask? Well, I can give you a few reasons =)

(1) I'm not working today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Feel free to bleep me, bitches!!! BAA. HA. HA. HA.

(2) Because I'm attending a 3-day surgical course.

(3) With a bunch of good guy friends. Especially two very good friends of mine, whom I used to hang out a lot.

(4) And therefore plenty of dirty jokes and lady treatment xD (this really says something about me, doesn't it? dayum LOL)

(5) The course is freaking awesome. Today I sutured the bowel together, how can that not be awesome.

(6) The instructors are all retired surgeons who used to teach us anatomy and therefore they're officially awesome.

(7) One surgeon asked what surgery I'm interested in and when I told him, he replied:

Urology is really good especially for the ladies *wink*

I don't care if he meant it literally or ya know, he was just a pervie old man. But yeah.

(8) Went for a quick shopping trip after the course. *cough* in my defense, I didn't buy anything.

(9) You awesome nerd.

Nine is enough reasons to be happy for, for a day, don't you think?

*no offense to those involved =p *

Happy Wednesday, peeps ;)

.musing... I have no idea what I'm gonna muse about.

2010-04-14T21:23:00.001+01:00

Hola peeps!

Le sigh. Honestly, I have no idea what I'm gonna talk about. But we shall see where this may lead us to. It's my off day, so yeah, deal with all the crappucinos all by your self, schmuckers! Despite the fact that today is my off day, I woke up so very early today because I wanted to watch Glee and American Idol. Hey hey, be nice. There's no need to say nasty stuff about those shows. Especially not here! *holding scalpel*

In the afternoon, I got bored so I dragged house mate to come with me to buy groceries. Well, 4 bottles of Coke and home deco magazine are groceries. Don't judge me. I mean, hey, it is so therapeutic to flick through the pages of Home Deco magazine. Oh, that turquoise 3-seater sofa looks so rad!! Hey hey, I'm a girl and I'm hormonal, so be nice ok?

Weather was amazing, so we decided to stop over at Eddie's Rocket to have some fries & floats. Was waiting for Kym-chi, Nashe, and Nikolett for our Cougar Party, but I guess HerroJet detoured to Amsterdam and ya know, what happens in Amsterdam, stays in Amsterdam.

Anyways, lately I've been thinking, in about 2 months time, I'm gonna be moving out of town. I don't mind the packing as much as I mind being alone in a new city with literally no friend that I know of and I'm not being dramatic about it. I've been living with house mates for 6 years now and they were the best house mates ever. EVER. And now, I have to live alone, in a different city, it scares me just thinking about it. I mean, house mate has been feeding me like mad (because she loves to cook and not because I'm such a demanding bitch asking her to cook for me, but yeah). I know I won't have a problem making new friends, but they're not gonna be the same friends that I have. They're not gonna tolerate my severe H.O.S (Hunk Obsession Syndrome, to you newbies) and that alone, can kill me in a matter of second.

Despite the fact I am scared to death with the new change, it is definitely something I have to embrace, whether I like it or not. I cant move backward. But I really don't want to be alone :( Your suggestion of finding cardiothoracic surgeon(s) to have affair(s) with, is not helping, C. Not helping.

This is pointless and therefore I'm gonna sit on my bed and stare at the Home Deco magazine so that I'll be an awesome mom one day :)

And when I lose myself I think of you.

.musing about the conversation that made me realize.

2010-04-08T20:24:00.001+01:00

p.s I wrote this last night but I fell asleep while writing it half way HAHA!

Hola peeps!

It feels goddamn good to be able to lie down on my bed, after spending 40 hours straight in such a fcuking retarded ~~hell~~ hospital. Duvet, come closer to mama. So, I was on duty since yesterday right, and I was hoping night time would be at least quiet. But not a chance, my friend, not a chance. Too many patients needed to be reviewed and in fairness, most of them needed review by the senior. But the senior is such a retard that I was the one who ended up reviewing those patients (with the help of house mate!). Workload during daytime was pretty much "exciting" too because the other senior "had 5 hours of sleep" and therefore he "had to go home early" & the other senior had to cover a different department. Which left me all by myself having to deal with new patients as the team was on-take last night. My life is fucking fun.

So, by 4.30pm, I was lounging around like a mad cavewoman due to sleep deprivation and emotionally exhausted (hey, being mad at some retarded person is extremely tiring especially when you have to repeatedly punch the wall) from the night. Guy colleague, Dano, offered to walk me to the bus stop and we caught up with each other. Random topics came up:

Dano: So, what's up with the "relationship status" on your FB status?
Me: Nothing.
Dano: I know you too well.
Me: Ok.
Dano: Is he a Malay-Malay, Malay-Indian, Malay-Taiwanese (haha!)?
Me: Who?

Hehe, smart answer, self!

Me: I can't believe that in less than 3 months time, I'm gonna live alone in a different city *insert sad face here*
Dano: *patting my back* I can't believe in less than 3 months time, we're not gonna be working together any more.
Me & Dano: *insert sad face here*
Dano: But I know you'll do fine. You're amazing like that.
Me: Yeah I know (vainpot, haha!!!!) but I cant help to feel rather, you know, nervous but excited but nervous and sad?

Dano: When are you planning to get married?
Me: Honestly, I don't know.
Dano: In the next 5 years, maybe?
Me: Hope so.

This got me thinking.

Dano: I think you'll be bored being a surgeon.
Me: Then what do you reckon I should do?
Dano: Be a housewife, have kids and be an awesome mom.
Me: Random, but ok! I don't know. I don't think I'm gonna be a good mother.
Dano: You're gonna be an amazing mom. Trust me. You have the "it" factor.
Me: No I dont...
Dano: Then you should try.

AHAHAHA.

Dano: I honestly think that you'll be a good mom :)
Me: Awww, Dano! I'm gonna miss you.
Dano: Me tooooooo.

Awwwww :'( Oh, I remember wanting to talk about something serious yesterday but I honestly don't remember it now. So yeah.

.musing about... "A Piece of Me... in Apr 2010".

2010-04-04T14:30:00.004+01:00

Hola peeps! I'm still having too much fun with the previous post. Some people totally believed it, some people refused to believe it, most got so goddamn confused. So what's the verdict, you say?

Well, April is a month, so I'm not gonna tell ya. BAHAHAHAHA. @,@" I know.... I don't see how it is relevant either. But hey, this is my blog, I can do whatever I goddamn want.

Moving on, I miss Toothy so very much. I hope she's ok. And also it's time for "A piece of me..." game, cuz it's the first Sunday of the month, and all.

"This game is to share a piece of you, every month. That way, you and your readers can see what's happening in your life, including the changes. I.E. one month, you might love chocolate, a few months later you've might come to hate it. It's also to remind ourselves of people you love and the plans you have."

This month....

I like: to wear the boyfriend shirt (isn't irony the sweetest? *evil grin*). So very comfortable. Every time I wanted to buy the boyfriend shirts from my favourite lingerie shop, house mate would say, "Just ask from one of the boys, I'm sure they'd be more than happy to give you one. Or more. I can think of a person right now (insert a smirk on the face)" Funny, house mate, funny.

I don't like: the shit-ttitude of some people who like to leave jobs for me to do. I mean, seriously dudes, what kind of doctors are you if you just "linger around and pretend to be working" and leave the jobs for other people to finish? Stop being such a fcuking retard. I don't appreciate that kind of shit-ttitude and so do others. If you don't change your shit-ttitude like soon enough, you're gonna get it from me, SOON ENOUGH.

I want you to know: that I don't joke about serious stuff.

I've planned: to start sorting out the "next 2 years" soon. As mentioned in my previous post here, I got accepted for a training scheme. It has been finalized that my training is going to take place in a different city. For the minimum of 2 years in that city (and another year doing either research or working in whichever specialty that I plan to specialize in, wherever I want) and that means, it's moving time come July. ='( I'm happy enough with the scheme that I was offered, but not a nomad kind of person. Simply because I own too many stuff. But, I want to take this change as positively as possible, and therefore, YAY! So, it is time to look for a house or an apartment, time to start buying/gathering boxes and perhaps, start packing, and perhaps it is also time to buy a new car. YAY!!!! Excited excited! CHANGE IS GOOD and CHANGE IS AWESOME.

I want to say to someone special: Krissy, Happy (upcoming) Birthday and stay awesome :)

Don't forget to join the fun!!! ;)

.musing about Le Boy.

2010-04-01T23:55:00.004+01:00

Hola peeps. Happy April!

and this is a testament to my midnight boredom, so here you go. You see, I've been pondering and thinking and probing and digesting about this, you know, for quite a while. I mean, should I come out of the closet or should I not.

I mean, if I tell you guys today, most likely, most if not all of you are going to say, Ah, I fell for that. You got me! But hey, do I look like someone who's gonna April Fool you?

And also, Le Boy kept on asking me when am I gonna talk about him on my blog. So, baby, here you go. I'm talking about you now. Yes you!

As you may have read in my not-so-long-ago entry, I had a conversation with mom about me not having a boyfriend and whatnot. Guess what mother, your prayer has been answered. In the weirdest way possible.

I usually would smirk and retort at the "it's complicated" status on facebook. I mean, shouldn't a relationship always be black & white, or, black OR white. Grey is only meant for my cardigans, jackets, handbags, shoes, and possibly shirts. But this situation that I am currently in, is rather "complicated". When I say complicated, it has nothing to do with how we feel for & about each other. Neither has it anything to do with what we plan for the future. Or how we are going to work things out between us. It becomes complicated when we take the environment into consideration. To be specific, the people in our lives. For I feel, at this point it is extremely crucial to work things out between the two of us, without having other people to interfere & meddle with our issues.

And me & Le Boy hasn't quite talked about our so-called "status". But then again, do I feel the need to label our "status" at this point? Not really. All I need to know is, Le Boy loves me & I love Le Boy. Also, it doesn't hurt to know that Le Boy is missing me and/or thinking about me. Or, to know if Le Boy has decided what to get for my birthday (despite the fact that my birthday is a long way to go). So yeah. Besides, as long as Le Boy makes me happy, I think that should & would suffice.

Le Boy, I hope you know how much I love you :)

p.s Oh by the way, happy April Fool's day :)

p.p.s Oh great, now I sound like some cheesy mozarella but still sexy lass.

.musing about... random stuff.

2010-03-30T12:28:00.001+01:00

Like, seriously. You're about to get random stuff today :) It may not be such a bad idea, considering that today is Tuesday. Yeah, I know! Tuesday is random day.

Oh hola peeps! :)

Do you believe me if I tell you that it snowed earlier on?? I know right??? I mean, it's almost April already. It is extremely cold and borderline lonely because my house mate is at work and the other house mate is doing her medical rotation. I need a bear-like boyfriend.

Have you watched the movie, The Blind Side?? I saw the movie in the plane going back home, like two weeks ago, and boy, I had not cried that bad for years!!! I mean, how can you not cry knowing that the boy has literally two shirts, sleeps in the laundry place, etc.

I need to go and sit down at the corner and cry my eyeballs out.

****

Ok, I'm back. *sniff* Where is my goddamn tissue???

Seriously, if you haven't watch the movie, please do. Don't make me feel bad for being the only person who cried so hard.

Moving on... so today I woke up so early. I'm on night shift for the whole week, so waking up early may be a good idea so that I can sleep again later on. Oh guess what? So my phone rang earlier on.

Me: Hello.
Idiot: Hello, is this Dr M's intern?
Me: Yes. But I'm on night shift.
Idiot: You have this one patient.
Me: I was on leave last week so I don't know any patient.
Idiot: He doesn't have a letter for angio.
Me: Well, that's not my problem.
Idiot: Is this Dr R?
Me: No. I'm not a guy if you haven't noticed.
Idiot: How can I get to Dr R?
Me: YOU CANT BECAUSE YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT.

Of course I didn't say that. I'm not that mean. I wished I was though. I mean, which part of the "I'm on night shift & I was on leave last week" that he didn't get.

Seriously???? He makes me want to cut his balls REAL BAD and throw them into the sea and I wonder whether sharks would love to eat human balls.

But anyways,

Me: FUCK OFF.

.... I didn't say that either. Instead, I said,

Me: I don't know. Figure it out yourself.

...

I need a Brandon Routh, like STAT.

Have you seen him in Chuck?? Crazy sexy hawt. I'm not a huge fan of him, because he looked rather plastic-y in Superman Returns, but boy this piece of art is hawt in Chuck.

Oh, it is snowing again and it's getting colder =(

Do you know how awkward it is to chitchat with your guy mate in a lingerie shop? Very awkward. So the other day, I went to my favourite lingerie shop (come on, by now you should know how much I love lingerie and how much I love buying 'em), browsing through the lingerie, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and there he was.

Guy mate: Hey girl!
Me: Oh hey *insert awkward looking face*
Guy mate: What are you doing here?
Me: Urm what are YOU doing here?
Guy mate: I'm with my girlfriend.
Me: I know. I was just being sarcastic durh.

And then we chitchatted for the whole ten minutes, standing next to the black & pink lacy bra that I always had wanted to buy. Awkward much?? I changed my mind about buying that black & pink lacy bra, bought a white & pink lacy bra instead (but that's never the point, isn't it?? hehe)

Speaking of lingerie....

One time I wrote "hospital life makes me want to buy more & more sexy lingerie" as my status update on FB. The next day, I went to work and a few of my guy mates made these comments:

Guy A: So..... are you wearing new lingerie today?
Me: Huh???
Guy B: I thought you bought lots yesterday.
Me: Oh. So?? They're not for public display.
Guy A: Damn that is such a waste of beauty. Don't do this to the mankind, baby!
Me: Eff off.

p.s we're tight like that, so don't mind their teasing as much. ;)

That's it. I'm hungry and therefore I need to find something to eat.

p.s I miss you :(

Toodles.

.musing post holiday.

2010-03-28T13:16:00.000+01:00

p.s a slightly long post - that's to make up my absence, so to speak hehe. Or you can just have a look at the photos...

Hola peeps! Happy Sunday & Happy Springtime!!! hehe. I'm back to reality. Ya know, the reality that I'm kinda in love with. Not the other reality, but what the hell, do I look like I care? @,@" (of course I do - but that's not the point) As some of you might have known by now, I was back home for the past two weeks and now I'm back in Dublin. I finally got the chance to sit down and finish up reading posts on my GooRea (so sorry if I didn't get the chance to leave a comment but I swear, I read most if not all of your posts hehe)

Other than my best friend's wedding and THE conversations that made me somewhat bitchy, hometown was, tolerable. (If you're wondering why hometown can become so intolerable, well, I'm afraid you have to wait for another day for me to actually explain that, but let's not spoil the fun for the moment, ait?) AND life happened.

Again, that's a story for another day ;) or maybe I should just leave you guys in the loop hehehe. I'm mean, ain't I?

My best friend looked the most amazing in this outfit hehe (not that she wasn't amazing on her wedding day)

and I just love this shot. She looked like a really really mean princess here. Hehe. She's not mean at all in real life. tsk tsk.

I went for an impromptu mini reunion at The Garden Steamboat Restaurant in town (I think that's what the place is called but whatevs, you get the point that we were having steamboat hehe)

You can't complain that the food is not great whatsoever because you're the one who cook the food hehehe.

I told you about going to the beach at some point in the last post, so here are the photos. :) Thanks, Mr Photographer. hehehe.

Yup, taking photos in the rain - crazy much?? hehe. Hey, the power of determination is key, ok?

"Ok, let's take the jump shot"
"E, you jump too soon"
"PFFFFTTTTT you didn't say!"

"E!!!! You're not jumping!!"
"Huh? Wait. I need to reply a text"
"PPPFFFTTTTT wtf woman!"

Jump!!! hehehe.

Who said we forgot about you three huh?? ;)

The (water)Fall Out Girls - new single: Sing in the Rain.
BAHAHAHAHAHA.

Remember I told you not so long ago about me going to Jakarta to visit Andhari & Nitia?? Well, Ndee mentioned about it on her blog. Have a read or I'll kill you (and I'm not kidding heheh). To summarize, before Sunday night, I was pretty convinced that my trip to Jakarta was about to take place on Tuesday (where I got that idea from, I have no idea). Until Sunday night, when my friend sent me a text saying that we were going on Monday.

On Sunday night, I was elsewhere. I had not packed, I had not change currency and I had no idea my flight was on Monday. HUGE FML. I was like texting my friend back: "Dude, check the email. I'm not at home, I can't check our itinerary"

Her reply was rather scary:
"Dude, our flight IS tomorrow morning"

I mean, yeah sure I was ready to go to Jakarta but NOT THAT READY ya know??? I mean, Andhari doesn't even know I was coming on Monday.

Ppppffffttt. I frantically texted her and facebook-ed her at the same time. And I was like, FML. Did I go home straight away to pack and all??

No.

I came home like extremely late (enough to say I only had a couple of hours to pack and went to the airport straight away afterward). Tried to sleep in the airplane but ppfft, no chance. Arrived at the airport to see Andhari was waiting for me at the arrival hall. *squeal!!!!!!!!!!*

She was exactly who she said she was and what she said she was. Except that, she was prettier and taller (hehe, bebe, stop saying that you're short because you're not ;p) and DEFINITELY NOT A TURNIP pffft. We spent so much time in the traffic, in the shopping mall and eating Ayam Penyet (urm, this is kind of like, squashed chicken or something like that ahahhaha) and not to forget the reflexology session. We went to her place to eat Martabak Daging and Emping heheheh. One thing that she failed to mention in her blog is,

SHE'S ONE HECK OF A KICKASS DRIVER. Nuff said. No word can do her justice to describe her awesomeness in driving a manual car. You heard me right. She drives a manual car. For that, I respect you even more, girl xD

So, Ndee, thank you so much for your hospitality. You're such an awesome bloggy friend and now I'm proud to say you're such an awesome IRL friend :D You have such an amazing family (thank you Uncle & Aunty & Ndee's little brother!!) I will not forget G-boy (hehe you know what I mean!!!) I really hope our "Awesome Plan 2011" will go into action. :D and woman, please BEHAVE hehehehe.

With the pretty, Andhari the Insomniac Lolita.

Can you see my reflection on the glass? :) Such a pretty sight, isn't it? The view, I mean. Not me hehehe.

While I was in Jakarta, I also got the chance to meet the beautiful Nitia. She was busy working but she made time to meet up with me and we went to eat Soto Betawi. hehehe. So much fun ok!!! Together the 3 of us made the "Awesome Plan 2011" hehehe. I wished I could have spent more time with you, Nit. Thank you so much for making the effort to see me and hang out with me, despite the fact that you were so tired from work.

With two gorgeous ladies, Andhari & Nitia.

I took this photo while got stuck in traffic.

Again, thank you so much Andhari & Nitia for making my trip to Jakarta so much fun. Love you both to bits. hehe.

All in all, the last two weeks was awesome. However, the plane ride back to Dublin this time was somewhat terrible. Still feeling quite sick at the moment. Pppffttt. And therefore it is Spa time this afternoon.

Til later, peeps :)

.musing about something stupid.

2010-03-19T14:07:00.002Z

Hola peeps! Happy weekend :) Any great plan for the weekend? Like I don't know, going to Las Vegas or go to the strip club or something.... Can I come? xD

Anyways, so today I woke up VERY VERY EARLY (like even earlier than my work day BAHAHA) despite the fact that all of my friends teased me, saying that I was going to be the one who's gonna wake up the last (boo shame on you my friends, shame on you!). Why waking up so early you ask?

Well, my besties and I were going for a long drive to the beach some 90kms away from town. Just for the sake of taking photos of us, jumping up in the air at the beach.

HAHAHAHAHA.

Yeah, we're kinda awesomely retarded like that. I mean, seriously? But we had fun, yo! Upon arriving at the scene, it rained so heavily that we had to change beach. Arrived at the next beach, it was raining still. Considering that we've driven for 2 hours or so, we decided to take photos IN THE RAIN. How romantic (and now my head hurts like mad hatter). *Photos to come up soon because they're still with the photographer - p.s Mr Photograher, can I have the photos hehe??)

After taking like a shot or two (again, like seriously???!!!), we headed to the waterfall to take more photos and to get wet (hehe wtf right? ;p )

But.....

that's not the "something stupid" that I want to talk about =S

So earlier tonight, I went to a huge family dinner. Food was great but I was slightly full. The restaurant was too crowded for my liking but what the hell, right? I mean, family dinner should be fun and it was.

Until this conversation happened:
(I know, I'm such a kickass with conversations but this one has nothing to do with me, boyfriends and marriage, but still stupid nonetheless)

Aunt: When are you coming back for good?
Me: Don't know.
Aunt: So when you come back, you're gonna open your own clinic and become a GP.
Me: Urm, no.
Aunt: Why not? It's good to have your own clinic.
Me: (fuck off - but of course I didn't say it out loud) Well, I'm going to become a surgeon. I don't like being a GP.
Aunt: Well, you finish your training as a surgeon then come back and be a GP.

There. Right there. That pissed me off and pisses me off still. I mean, seriously like are you fucking kidding me????? Is it not enough me being a doctor and now they want to dictate what kind of a doctor I should be??

Fuck off and let me decide. I don't freaking want to become a GP and therefore just fucking live with it. And guess what, I'm not gonna come home for A LONG LONG TIME either. Thanks for helping me making up my mind.

.musing about the dreaded conversations.

2010-03-16T19:35:00.003Z

Hola peeps. I'm back home and therefore will blog as infrequently as always. (I know I'm such a badass when it comes to blogging). I am trying to catch up with blogs, there's still a massive backlog in my Gooread.

Anyways, because I came home to attend my best friend's wedding, THE DREADED CONVERSATIONS happened.

Conversation I -

Mom: So when are you gonna tell me who your boyfriend is?

Me: No boyfriend.

Mom: Well, it's time don't you think?

Me: Not really. I don't have the time to find one.

Mom: Well, you cant possibly be thinking of having kids at 40!

Me: Who said I'm planning to have one???

*silence*

Mom: (not giving up) Your sister always tells me who her boyfriend is.

Me: Not me.

Mom: When are you gonna find one?

Me: I'm busy.

Mom: Can't be too busy to find one.

Me: It's not that easy. No one wants me.

Mom: Surely there are lots!! You must be too picky.

Me: I've picked one before, you rejected him point blank.

Mom: He's not good for you.

... (fuming) ...

Me: That's not up to you to decide.

... and therefore I thought she would never bring up that sinful topic ever. How wrong I was...

Mom: You shouldn't be too picky when it comes to boyfriend. I really don't mind whoever you want to bring home to introduce as your boyfriend

(I was laughing like a crazy toad in my mind - how desperate mom sounded like)

Me: Not gonna happen.

Mom: Most of your friends are married.

Me: So?

Mom: You should too.

Me: You broke my heart. Not him. You.

***

Conversation II -

Sister I: Grandma wants me to tell you that it's time for you to get married.

Me: With who? Some random dude from the street??

Sister I: I'll let her know you're not interested to get married. I told her already.

***

Why do I have a feeling that more of these conversations are coming at my way?

Le sigh.

Anyways, my best friend looked absolutely gorgeous on her wedding day. Too bad one of the girls couldn't make it to her wedding or else, we would have rocked the wedding like no other ;p

Til I see you then, take care peeps!

.musing about the light at the end of the tunnel.

2010-03-08T13:55:00.000Z

or... is there even an end to a tunnel?

Anyways, Hola peeps! How was your weekend? Mine kinda suck - because I was working on night shift since Saturday. I feel like a vampire now (most likely I look like one too at this stage...)

To make matters worst, I was bombarded with a so-called bad news that kind of, literally broke my heart. It takes A LOT to break my heart, but this one matter - it broke my heart into million pieces. The kind that made me put the song From the heart on repeat. (don't ask why I chose that song)

I should have seen it coming. Being stubborn that I am, I refused to listen to my sensible self. So fcuk it, if I can't smile for the whole week, come Saturday, I'll smile like crazy at my best friend's wedding. I cant believe it's Summer '07 all over (that's a story for another day).

But you know what's funny?

Not even 24 hours later, I received a (?) good news. Remember I told you last month that I have an interview mid-Feb? Well, I didn't elaborate because knowing me, I don't want to sorta "brag" about something so uncertain. But basically, I attended an interview for Basic Surgical Training. I'm very well known as someone who always screws up interviews. I mean who the fcuk talks about video games on job interviews (EXCEPT YOURS TRULY). pft.

Anyways, so today I received an email from the program coordinator, telling me that I'm through the first round (well, basically if I accept the offer, I'm in. Second round means that there's a possibility that I can get different jobs elsewhere but as long as I'm in, I'm in. Besides I kinda like the jobs that I was offered but whatev lah)

So, peeps. Yours truly is officially A SURGEON in the making *pass those drinks around - on me!*

Yeah, am still kinda hoping that there IS at least a Dr McDreamy around ppssshhht.

Come July, I will be walking, talking, sleeping, eating, pooping, dancing, laundry-ing, cooking in scrubs. ahahahah. (not like I'm not currently living in my scrubs but whatevs lah)

Ain't life a bitch. Screwing with my heart and then offering me flowers & rainbows & butterflies in exchange?

That ain't cool, life. Ain't cool.

.musing about expecting the unexpected.

2010-03-02T01:20:00.000Z

Hola peeps!~

It's already March wtf. But it's ok.... holiday is just around the corner and therefore you can kiss my sweet mother of ass and I still won't give a f*ck. Anyways, yesterday was rather unexpected....

Unexpected number one:

So I received a text on my mobile from an unknown number today that says:

"Hai, how's d doctor finding working life in Ireland? Hope you hav* found a nice Irish hunk... ha ha"

I text-ed back asking the person to tell me who he/she is cuz to be honest, I don't appreciate texts without introduction. It's plain mannerism. But then again, perhaps that person thought I have his/her number on my mobile and therefore didn't expect me to not know who the hell he/she was.

But anyways, in case YOU (the person who sent me the text) read this, just so you know, my previous mobile is broken and therefore I lost most numbers, so I'd appreciate it if you can introduce yourself the next time you send me a text, yes?

Secondly, so I showed this text to my guy colleague. Let's call him, AM.

Me: AM, look at this, it's so annoying. I mean WTF. (while shoving my awesome cool sexy phone to his face)
AM: (reading the text) "Hai, how's d doctor finding working life in Ireland? Hope you hav* found a nice Irish hunk... ha ha"

AM: WTF There's no hunk here.
Me: Holimoli guacamole! You're goddamn right. *insert sadistic laughter here*

Don't you just love such colleagues.

*misspelled on purpose.

Unexpected number two:

Previously, people were gossiping me with some random guy. I thought it ended there. I mean, I barely talk to this random guy anymore. But today, another colleague brought up the topic:

(Let's call him Wade)

Wade: I thought you like him.
Me: WHO???!!! (defensive)
Wade: You know.... Random guy.
Me: WTF pffftt I DO NOT. (more defensive - in my mind I was like, why would he suddenly bring up this topic at this time of the day like wtf!!)
Wade: You hung out with him like A LOT.
Me: NO I DID NOT. ("defensive" is a mild word in comparison to my response)
Wade: Well, I thought you both we kind of like each other. You know, by the way you guys were interacting.
Me: *speechless* I like everyone.
Wade: He bought you dinner.
Me: (shit how did HE find out about that) What dinner???
Wade: Remember he bought us dinner?
Me: Oh that one. Nope, I don't remember...

YEAH RIGHT.

.musing on those cats that I sprayed.

2010-02-22T12:13:00.003Z

How I wished it was a free Monday.

Hola peeps~

I swear I typed "poops" instead of "peeps" before I realized my mistake wtf.

Anyways, I haven't ramble for quite a while now. Not that I am no longer a rambler, more like I was nursing my bruised ego after looking at my previous two paychecks only to realize that I got paid even lesser than what I got for my monthly scholarship when I was in medical school. So, after all the bullshits I've endured all this while??? Not worth it. Do I have the option to call it quit? Yes, but I wont do that cuz I ain't a quitter.

So, after giving it very much thought, I've decided to do something radical.

Something like,

spraying my neighbour's cats with colours so that I get my own amusement every morning before I go to work.

@.@"

No, I'm not that mean. Besides, I'm allergic to cats. But think about it.... Don't you think a pink or blue cat is kind of awesome?

Truth is, I didn't do anything radical. Not gonna start doing one. I mean, hey, in three more weeks I'm off on the plane to go back home and then off to Jakarta to hang out with Andhari & Nitia, so in the mean time, I don't give an eff.

But that doesn't mean that I cant & shouldn't stuff myself with the chocs that Nino sent me the other day.

Thanx again, Nino!

I better sleep (again!) before I start my night shift. Told ya how I wished today's a free day, but not a chance. But then again, like I said:

I don't give an eff.

Good day people :)

Update:
Guess how SMARTASS I am. Guess people! Guess!!!!!
Fuck it. I'm gonna tell you now.
I threw (accidentally of course!) my Sony Walkman Mp3 player into the washing machine and now it's fucking ruined. Damn, I'm such a smartass....

.musing about V-Day & being platinum blonde.

2010-02-14T23:59:00.001Z

Hola peeps! How was V-Day weekend?? Romping much?? (Her choice of word, not mine).

Please say yes & please say you'll write it in your blog so that I can read! Working on a V-Day was not really a fun thing to do, but at the moment, I'd like to think: THINK ABOUT THE MONEY. (Even thought the porters still earn way way more than we doctors do, but whatever) so please, do entertain me with some kinky stories....

Speaking of V-Day, anyone seen the movie Valentine's Day? Ya know, the one with Patrick Dempsey, Eric Dane, Ashton Kutcher, Topher Grace, Bradley Cooper. Ya know, the one with the hotties. Oh come on.... this one:

So my buddies & I went to watch the movie because we're awesome like that (also because we want to see Eric Dane's naked torso on big screen. oh wait, that was just me, but whatever). I wont be such a spoiler brat by telling you the storyline because I want you to watch it.

Lick.
I mean, like! @,@"

It is no way as lame as He's Just Not That Into You. The script was hilarious, good chemistry between casts, no awkward cheesy moments (only cheesy moments that are not awkward - see I told you that you have to watch it!), etc. AND I cried. A bit. Especially that one scene. Which one you say??

Of course not that GAY SCENE!!! Oops. You didn't hear that from me (also I hope that will make you want to watch the movie even more ahah! smart.)

p.s not that I have anything against homosexuals. Just that (tsk tsk tsk), I'll tell you if you bribe me with a tub of ice-cream because honestly, once you found out, you'll need a tub too.

Anyways, after movie, we walked back to our car and me as the designated driver, started the engine, only to find out that the engine wouldn't start.

Right, FML.

I was like, fcuk it's cold and this bloody stupid car wont start! It needs jumping. (the correct terminology I believe is, jump start the car) So I rang my guy buddy who lives nearby to help out.

On the phone...

Me: Dude, I need help. My car wont start.
Guy buddy: Where are you? Who you're with? (ah, he's so sensible...)
Me: Near the shopping center. In the car park, with girlfriends.
Guy buddy: Ok, so what happened? (ah, so "doctor" much)
Me: Out from cinema, tried to start the car, it wont start.
Guy buddy: Ok, your car is auto right? Usually the most common reason why it wont start is the gear is on D(drive) or R(reverse).
Me: (looking at the gear)
Me: fuck.

I'm officially the self-proclaimed platinum blonde of the day.

Guy buddy: This news is so gonna spread around the hospital like MRSA. HAHA.

And he used the opportunity to laugh at me. Oh people, please... DO LAUGH AT MY EXPENSE. You're very welcome.

p.p.s Just in case you're platinum blonde-ier than me, my gear was in R(reverse) that's why the car wouldn't start. It didn't have anything to do with the car in need of jumping.

.musing about "A Piece of Me... in Feb 2010"

2010-02-07T20:16:00.001Z

Hola peeps. Can't believe it's already February. Can you? It's Sunday and also the last day of my break week, therefore I thought today warrants a post. Also, it's time for another "A Piece of Me...".

This Month...

I like: eating grilled mackarel with chilli & garlic sauce. Oh wait, I always like eating grilled mackarel, what am I talking about? .....

[photo credit]

I don't like: knowing that I have an interview mid-month. FML.

I want you to know: that Mauritius is on my this-is-where-you-can-find-me-during-my-crappucino-moment list. My friend who I went to Malaga, Spain with, is from Mauritius and she invited me to come visit her country one day. So Manju, get ready the macaroons for me!! Hahaha be scared woman, stilettos are going to invade your beaches.

[photo credit]

I've planned: for my next holiday. I am going to attend my BFF's wedding back home and knowing me, who loves doing random impulsive things, I've booked a flight to go to Jakarta to visit Andhari & Nitia (and also to shop & eat ayam penyet on behalf of Nashe). p.s I've a feeling Nashe is stabbing me with a Swiss knife in her mind. @,@" Love you Nashe!!

[photo credit]

I want to say to someone special: Dude, Happy Birthday. You'll get through this because I'm on your ass to make sure you will. :) And you know I always wished that I was there so that every time it is your birthday (or mine), we can go to the strip club together. Some things just never change.... ;)

Come & join us here!!

***

On a totally irrelevant topic, do you know that I've made an appearance on a few blogs lately? You don't?? Shame on you.

You see, ScoMan has this one pet project called thisisTuesday. So, every Tuesday (like durh, isn't it obvious?!), Sco makes a banner of his bloggy friends with resemblances to celebrities or famous characters. The way it work is by volunteering for him to "do me" in his comment section and he will choose his muse. I thought reverse psychology would work on him so I volunteered NOT too (yeah, I thought that was a smartass move too!). But his psych was goddamn kickass that he didn't budge in until I used my BBFFs card. He finally gave in and here's the outcome:

(Elliot Reid, seriously??!! I guess I have to forgive him because he used the words: SEXY AWESOME DOCTOR WHO MAKES HIM LAUGH)

Next is Nino. Tsk tsk tsk. This is one severe case of boredom-induced madness that he literally turned my entire post into animation. Such a dedicated friend this chap. But in his defense, I did enjoy the post because to be honest, his version made much more sense (and funny) than mine. Have a read if you haven't do so (or else, I'm gonna kick your sweet mother of ass with my stilettos) >:)

[click here to read the funny version of .musing post-Malaga.]

Wish me luck on being back to my crappucino workplace tomorrow, ya'll! Til later~

.musing post-Malaga.

2010-02-04T22:55:00.010Z

Hola peeps!! I'm back, I mean back from Malaga. ;) What a wonderful time. As mentioned previously, my crappucino life has got to me like crazy that I just had to get out. This is going to be a long entry, so read or... don't, whichever you like I don't mind.
So, my friend & I arrived in Malaga feeling extremely excited. I mean come on. Sun sun sun beach beach beach boys boys boys. Oh how wrong we were... Upon arrival, fellow Irish gave us advices on how to get to the hotel, how to get around and such. Must be we looked so lost that they felt compelled to help us.
Or it's just their nature. Being geriatrics and all. You heard me right. Geriatrics. As in the older generation. Spain in winter time has no boys. (Therefore Nino, Kym, Andhari & Nashe - bad news. No fiesta with the boys because... hell I don't know where they were). Our hotel, the beach, the town - there was no boys. Only the geriatrics. Safe to say that my friend & I were the only young, hip and happening peeps on board.
As we reached the hotel and checked in into our apartment, we were basically thrilled that I swear I would have jumped into the pool, naked. How could I not when our room had this view:

I'm not kidding guys. I would love to just sit in my room and stare at the ocean and never come back to work.
After settling in, we headed down to the pool only to find out that the pool was closed for the season. Ah, figure, it's winter time wtf. So we went to indoor to check things out. Apparently the place where we were staying has indoor pool, jacuzzi, sauna, gym, spa, game center (with bowling facilities), bars, restaurants and supermarket.
Yeah... good for us because we were not planning to explore the town as we were planning to spend our time at the beach (which eventually failed).
So we started to hunt for things to do: To have a Massage. The massage was extremely... GOOD. My ass was groped by the French masseur *cough* I mean, he said I have problem with my lower back that he needs to "loosen" it up. His words, not mine.
Had dinner and headed out to Puerto Marina. Only to find out that most restaurants/bars were closed. At a bloody 10.30pm. WTF right? Few bars were open so we went in to try the mocktails. And hear this, the bars were either (a) empty, or (b) filled with very few people. I felt like as if I was in a ghost town or something. Even Kuching has a better nightlife than that. BUT, I loved it. No need to worry about drunken guys groping our asses, ya know.

The next day we went to the indoor pool and jacuzzi only to find out the geriatrics were using the facilities. HAHA. We couldn't care anymore that we just jumped into the pool in our bikinis. Hey, we came to Spain with one mission: Bikinis. Sun or no sun, beach or no beach, boys or no boys - It was bikini time! Oh, and it was raining outside and the sea was rather rough that no one was allowed to swim. Also, the water was freezing cold. Freezing!
As promised, tee that says Everybody loves an Asian girl came with me to Malaga. As there was no five drunken white guys for me to take photos with as *ahem* requested by Nino, I guess photo of me in the shirt pointing at my boobs should do the trick.
Or not.

And it's not a vacation if TGIS doesn't take model-like shots, right? :)

Finally, bikini shots. HAHA. Whoever wants to judge me, get the fcuking out of here kthxbai. :)

Despite the not-so-sunny weather (until two hours before our flights back home) and the nonexistence of the hunks population, the trip was awesome, relaxing and enjoyable. Next time my life becomes crappucino again you can find me in Malaga (or anywhere

.musing, with teary eyes.

2010-02-01T20:34:00.002Z

Hola peeps!! How are things?

You know, I bet most of you know by now that my life is pretty much crappucino these days. In fairness, it's the job at THAT hospital that makes everything so... crappucino. I don't know what is it about THAT hospital that makes me so... bitchy.

I thought I was always bitchy but the last time I told few senior colleagues about one patient who told the staff that I was mean to him, my senior colleagues responded:

You??!!! Mean??!!! You're probably the nicest person in this hospital I don't know how you can ever be mean.

Perhaps they never see me in my true colour. Or perhaps indeed I am a nice person. Whatever, because that's not the point.

Back to the story, so my life is crappucino these days. IRL friends know that they should just leave me alone cuz they know I like to pick up the pieces by myself, deal with the crappucino at my own terms. My crappucino life does not affect them much because they know I'll bounce back. (not that they are a bunch of mean people because, hey, they're my friends because they're awesome. They love me much that they know what I like and what I don't like)

I didn't expect my crappicino life would affect my bloggy friends in such a way that *insert teary eyes here, no kidding!* they would go all the way to send me something to cheer me up. This afternoon I was on my way out to buy bikinis, I opened the door and I saw a package with my name on it. I was like, Hey, I know the handwriting, but I didn't order anything from her (not yet anyway).

Oh Oh Oh. I reached to the package and tore it open straight away and grabbed the note that was written.

It says,

Enjoy this shirt as an anonymous gift from a fellow blogger.

I swear my eyes were teary and I cried a bit. Out of excitement and gratefulness.

In the package there were one of the Herro tees that says Everybody loves an Asian girl, bath salt, post-it note of a letter "E" and a note from the sender.

Dear Kym and the anonymous blogger who-was-thoughtful-enough-to-send-me-a-tee-to-cheer-me-up,

Thank you so very much :') I love the tee, I love the bath salts, I love the post-it note, I love the note written and Herropi drawn by Kym. But what I love the most is knowing that the two person I've never met in real life were being thoughtful and kind enough to send me such gifts. For that, I thank you both for being such kind souls.

*wiping tears from my eyes - it's ok, they're tears of happiness!*

So tonight, I'm gonna soak myself in the bath using the bath salts that Kym sent me. And guess where Herro tee is going tomorrow??

Yeah baby, Herro tee that says Everybody loves an Asian girl is going to Malaga, Spain!!

My friend and I was being extremely too random that it hurts your tummy more than period cramps that we booked a flight to Malaga, Spain last night after giving it a 5 seconds thought. And we will be staying here:

Yeah, I need to lie on the beach and for a while just forget that life is rather crappucino these days because I am working at such a place that is so crapshit. And also because I am missing someone.

There I've said it out loud. I miss you.

Again, thank you Kym & the anonymous blogger :')

.musing, only because they asked me to.

2010-01-22T18:38:00.005Z

Hola peeps. Droppin' by because Manju and Nino made me. I believe they missed my Greek-iness. You know, ramblings, mumbo jumbo. Nino also believes that I am rather lost these days. Trust me boy, lost is an understatement of the decade.

Ah well. I'll be honest with you, nothing fun is happening these days worth blogging about. Yeah, it's borderline depressing but trust me, I want to get out of the fcuking mess too. Job is borderline intolerable. Not just for me. I believe most, if not all, of my colleague are hating the job. We constantly bitch about our job on daily basis that it's not fun anymore, esp about the place where we are working at and the people we are working with.

Now, I SHOULD NOT blog about that, right? I mean, I've bitched enough about my job in real life. So what is there left to blog about, hmm?

Love life?

Nonexistent.

Fun times?

No longer exist.

How-I-spent-a-grand-in-one-day?

Never gonna happen again because I am now officially being paid less than a fcuking porter. Yeah, trust me. Don't send your children to medical schools. Being a doctor is NOT that well-paid, I'm not kidding.

But then again, who am I to complain. I shouldn't. I really shouldn't.

Oh hey, guess what I bought today?

Mr Darcy, Vampyre.

Hehe - this managed to bring a quirky smile on my face. Like, smiling at irony. I haven't started to read it yet, but I've a feeling it's gonna be awesome - Because Mr Darcy (from Pride & Prejudice) turned into a vampire. A freakin' vampire!! How freaking funny is that HA-HA (not). Even my sense of humour is dry these days.

I really need to go to Greece. I just miss that place. Greece makes me want to live life. I NEED to walk around in bikinis - that's how not-fun life is at the moment.

I'll bounce back, I promise. Just give me time :)

p.s I also happened to notice I've gained a few new followers these few days. To the newcomers, welcome to my humble corner! Hang around, I'll be back.

p.p.s Mr Darcy, I'll see you in a second, in bed.

xoxo

.musing on a snowy snowy night.

2010-01-10T22:30:00.003Z

Hola peeps. Whatcha cookin'? Send some lovin' mushroom soup my way, please pretty please? I'm hungry....

Anyweez, first thing first, RicAdeMus photo-tagged me because he thinks I'm wonderfully random (wait Ric, you don't think so?? Fine...... I'll sit quietly at the corner and sulk). So here are the rules:

1. Open your 1st photo folder
2. Scroll to the 10th photo
3. Post the photo and the story behind it
4. Tag 5 or more people

Yeah..... about that. The 10th photo in the 1st folder is the kind of photo that I prefer not to publish on the world wide web. Ya know, the kind of nude photo that your boyfriend took just for his entertainment. Or a photo of you wearing a very skanky lingerie in THAT pose that could make all the boys come to the yard and drink all your milkshake.

Well, not really.

The 10th photo is not a nude photo or a skanky photo. It's a photo of me making out with a boy.

Well, not really.

So I begged Ric to change the rule because I know he would LOVE to see my photo, so he said: Fine beautiful, post the 20th photo.

He's awesome right??

So here goes....

This photo was taken on my birthday - my friends & I went to a restaurant in town and celebrated my birthday in style. Good crowd, good food. What I love about this photo is that everyone looks blurry except for me. Yeah.... I'm kinda vain & self-centered like that. hehe kidding, I am not. I'm nice & funny. Or perhaps the person who took this photo was focusing on me *cough - vomit - cough* Or perhaps not.

I have also been receiving a lot of awards from my blogger buddies. Truly appreciate 'em that I have decided not to drink tea in the middle of the night. Because I am such a nice & funny person, I'm awarding all (or any) of the awards to everyone who's dropping by. :)

From the wise RicAdeMus

From the scosome ScoMan

From the lovely MoonJava

From the amazing Fgrngtllt

Again, from the scosome ScoMan - he's scosome that's why he gave me too. Told ya he's scosome!

From the sweet Ayu
(Ayu, your name is like so long with many characters that I don't know where to get ahah!)

And yay to Kym who just received my belated Xmas gift yeeeeehaaaa! Can't wait to see your doodled cutie. hehehehe.

Til next time, sweet dreams people :)

.musing about the belated a piece of me... in Jan 2010.

2010-01-04T21:14:00.002Z

Hola peeps. Forgive me for posting this a little late. I was working night shift three nights in a row - tonight will the first night in this year that I get to sleep on my own freaking lovely massive comfortable bed.

Without further ado,

This month....

I like: to channel my anger towards the idiots, in the healthiest way possible - shopping.

I don't like: those who question my ability to decide whether a patient is fcuking sick or not. I didn't go to medical school to learn how to make coffee, sit at the round table and gossip, like they do.

I want you to know: I've pretty much made up my mind about my future career path - I rather deal with bowel obstructions than read the fcuking ECGs.

I've planned: for my next holiday and the administration better fcuking approves.

I want to say to someone special: I wonder why...

Please do visit Toothfairy for more pieces of me (ahah!).

.musing on the first.

2010-01-01T19:20:00.000Z

Hola peeps. Happy frolickin' new year!~~! Everyone safe and sober I hope?

So, I succeeded in coaxing PIC to get his ass out of the bed to come to work (don't ask how I did it, either my power of persuasion is a damn killer or PIC is just a weakling haha!) yesterday. Thank god he did come. We were swamped to our ears!! Who would have thought the last day with the team/department was terribly horribly insanely busy. But forget it, we survived. That is all that matter.

We left work some time around 7-ish and he succeeded in convincing me to drive him home. Picked housemate up on the way and off we went. After sending PIC home, housemate and I went to my favourite restaurant by the summit to have NYE dinner. Food was delicious, drove home IN SNOW for the very first time and reached home just before midnight. Our house compound was all white and pretty and quiet.

So, yeah, at 12.00am on 1st January 2010, I was snowball fighting with housemate, making snow angels and jumping around like a kid. What a way to celebrate the New Year, huh?

Went to bed late, only to wake up late on the first. Too bad I have to work night shift three nights in a row. I have not done my post-xmas and new year shopping whadefcuk. Le sigh.

Again, Happy New Year, guys! :) I need to get ready to go to work. FML.

.musing about 2009, in a blogshell.

2009-12-30T02:50:00.001Z

Hola peeps. It's a cough away from the new year. Last year I did not make any new year's resolution (methink bwah ha ha), not gonna make one now. For me, there is no point waiting until the new year day to change something in your life. Every minute counts, so why wait? Change now if you want to fcuking change, no?

Anyweez, without further ado, Imma summarize 2009 a la Krissy. I'm somewhat in denial that I've to go to work tomorrow despite being ~~dependent on antibiotic for the first time in many many years~~ sick. However, I've re-arranged the questions as how I see they fit. Also, I've excluded some questions simply because I don't have the answer. Shall we?

Where were you when 2009 began? Who were you with?
E: in bed. *cough* alone *cough cough cough* I swear!

Where will you be when 2009 ends? Who will you be with?
E: Hopefully not in bed. *cough* Anyone?

Was 2009 a good year for you?
E: All in all, it was a good year.

What was your favourite month in 2009?
E: September

What date from 2009 will remain in your memory, and why?
E: 24th October 2009. I just felt somewhat special that day - you have problem with that?

What was your favourite moment of the year?
E: *cough* ice-cream day.

If you could go back in time to change one moment in 2009, what would it be?
E: the last day back home. I wished I had the courage to tell some family members to stop fcuking tell me about some people. I don't need to know.

What did you do in 2009 that you've never done before?
E: Eat fresh oyster with lemon xD

How much money did you spend in 2009?
E: Enough to buy me a new Jag, I believe. Perhaps two. Or three. Don't tell mom.

What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked off in 2009?
E: A video game console - I know, I'm such a simple girl.

What was your biggest achievement of the year?
E: Graduating medical school yeeeehaaa. Wait, I think buying an FMB somewhat tops that. AHAH!

What songs will remind you of 2009?
E: Right now na na na by Akon, Shut it down by Pitbull feat Akon (yes baby, I know how to fly), Bad romance by Lady GaGa, Viva la vida by Coldplay

What do you wish you had done more?
E: Vacationing.

What do you wish you had done less of?
E: Spending.

What did you want and get?
E: A sexy new phone AHAH!

What was your favourite film of the year?
E: I can't choose between Wolverine, G.I Joe, and Transformers 2.

What did you do on your birthday and how old were you?
E: I was on-call the day before and had to continue working until 5pm the next day, went out for dinner with bunch of friends until midnight. It was an awesome birthday, I've to say. Considering that some people kept on saying that I'm 20 years old, let's just say that I'm indeed 20 *cough* not.

What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
E: Moving on....

How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2009?
E: Quirky but sexy.

What kept you sane?
E: Shopping and blogging and dining out with friends.

Who did you miss?
E: Surprisingly, I didn't miss anyone that terribly - I talked to and saw and went out with those I wanted to talk to, to see & to go out with.

Who was the best person you met?
E: My soul mate - but not the conventional type of soul mate. haha!

The most touching experience you've had this year?
E: One patient who came in for kidney transplant few days after we started working, passed away few days after we left the department, on his fcuking wedding day.

Tell us a valuable life lesson you've learned in 2009.
E: *refer to the above q* And therefore, life is too short to fcuk it up.

Quote a song lyric that that sums up your year.
"I'm just a little bit caught in the middle, Life is a maze and love is a riddle," - The Show by Lenka

What are your plans in 2010?
E: Visit Slovenia (yeeehaaa!) and go home to attend my best friend's wedding. Other than that, I'm going with the flow.

What are your wishes for the new year?
E: Let there be less drama this year. And dear my knight in shining armor, get a fcuking GPS device already.

With that, I'm wishing everyone a Happy New Year. Also, thank you very much for hanging around.

Love,
.tgis.

.musing about C'est Noel.

2009-12-25T00:00:00.004Z

Hola peeps and Merry Xmas everyone!

Presenting.... me singing for the very first time. *cough*

(Dear Santa, I've been bad this year for lying to my bloggy friends - that wasn't me singing but I admitted that I've committed the crime. Please send some hot male model down the chimney to spank me. I'll wait by the fireplace in my sexiest lingerie. Oh if you don't mind, can you please send another two hot male models for my two beloveds? They need some spanking too. Thank you.)

Credit: Insomniac Lolita

Cheers everyone! Don't drink and drive. Drive safely. Walk safely too. It can be pretty slippery outside.

.musing about holiday, boots and partner(s).

2009-12-17T12:45:00.001Z

Hola peeps. It's almost weekend, yo! Yeeeehaaaaa!!!

And boooo for me - cuz that means, I only have a few more days left before I return to ~~hell~~ work.

Anyways, so the day before yesterday, I went to work (despite the fact that I am ON HOLIDAY). Simply because I could not get anyone to take my call (night duty). Came in, and everyone was like: Aren't you suppose to be on holiday?

(And there's this unspoken rule among doctors that when we take holidays, it means that we're going somewhere - and as for me, yes, I am somewhere. On my bed - sleeping and lazying around like a pig and do nothing like someone who has nothing better to do with her life but hey, I save lives everyday I need to feel useless at times but oh wait, I do feel useless sometimes at work when I don't know what the fcuk is wrong with my patients but still, I need to have two weeks to wake up and know that I have nothing important to do for the day and that, makes me feel sane.)

Anyways, so PIC was oncall with me on the same day and you should see the relieve on his face when he saw me. He dragged me from ward to ward - simply to help him write in patients' charts, that's how hopeless he was without me. But hey, I was hopeless too when he was not around, and I AM going to be hopeless next week when he wont be around, and for that I am going to drink the sparkling water hoping that I will get drunk.

Back to the story, we attacked the wards we both were covering until midnight. Together. Those who knew how attached we were with each other made the comment "Oh, you two are back together" to which we replied, "Indeed we are". But that's not the point. The point is, so I told PIC about the sexy boots that I bought - he has this appreciation of shoes that you can talk to him about shoes and he will tell you whether those shoes are sexy or not-THAT-sexy and he's not gay.

So there I was, telling him about the boots:

Me: B, I bought a bloody sexy boots, up to here (pointing to my thigh), and it is sexy like hell~~~~ hallelujah!

PIC: Oh, so you bought an FMB.

Me: Huh?? What the??

PIC: You know, the Fuck Me Boots.

Me: Damn you. I call it Boots Made For Seduction.

PIC: Yeah, in layman's term, Fuck Me Boots.

The next day during breakfast with the others:

PIC: She bought an FMB.

as(S): You did not...... (looking at me with this grin that I swear I wanted to pull his balls)

Me: B, that was our secret.... But in my defense, that boots is sexy I swear!

as(S): FMB and minis.... That's why I don't believe you when you denied the rumor.

Which brings me to the next issue:

The Rumor.

The rumor has it that I'm dating someone. Oh great, tell me who, cuz I have no idea who you're talking about. You see, as(S) just came back from his two weeks holiday and the first thing he texted me was:

as(S): So, tell me, are you seeing someone?

Me: What do you mean?

as(S): Like, you know, dating someone.

Me: What kind of question is that?

as(S): One that asks, ARE YOU DATING SOMEONE?

Me: I know what the question asks, dude. Who told you?

as(S): So you ARE dating someone. Someone told me you're dating someone.

Me: Dude, I'm not dating anyone. That someone is lying. And I think I know who this someone is and I think you KNOW better than to believe what this someone is telling you.

Anyways, so I told PIC about as(S)'s question,

Me: as(S) thinks I'm dating someone.

PIC: Yeah, you're dating SB.

Me: Not you too!!!!

Honestly, I am not.

p.s Dear Someone, if you read this, STOP SPREADING RUMOR ABOUT ME DATING SOMEONE. YOU KNOW AND I KNOW I AM NOT DATING ANYONE. Kthx.

.musing on a cold Sunday night.

2009-12-13T23:00:00.001Z

Hola peeps! How was weekend?? *evil grin with one raised eyebrow*

Cant believe I'm in the last week of my holiday - I'm beginning to feel slightly anxious. Ya know, after not working for a while, I usually get very nervous just thinking about go back to work. And therefore beautiful people, tonight, I want to ramble... (like as if this is not an old news.... hahaha!)

Anyways, I bought this one above knee boots that is so sexy like hell that I finally can cross off one of my life goals. Yes, one of my life goals include buying one sexy like hell above knee boots. What? Have you seen the list of my life goals? I've crossed off some of them, even though I've doubt I'll ever cross some. Those that I've crossed off include important ones, so don't judge me.

See, simple and achievable life goals. Now ladies and gentlemen, say yeeeeehaaaaa for me!!!

Sexy? Sexy? Sexy? Yes? Yes? xD Say yes or I'll use the heel to make a Burr hole on your skull.

How's Xmas shopping going for everyone? Bought anything sexy? xD

.musing about... Santa's lap?!.

2009-12-10T23:10:00.000Z

Hola peeps. Merry Christmas to me!!

Why you ask? Easy peasy:

Sexiest Men of Sport is on TV. ~~Do me Santa Cruz, do me!!~~ Oh shut up Lust! Behave, it's not Christmas yet.

Anyways, only flaw with this show is Cristiano Ronaldo voted as the no. 1 sexiest man of sport, which is pretty much the biggest lie of this year. Boo Cristiano boo!!

Ok, back to the purpose of this post: A few days ago, Moonjava posted a Meme with the title of Five laps you'd rather sit than Santa's. You know I can never resist laps, let it be lap dancing, laptop, laparoscopic procedures, etc. You get my point and ALSO, I am proving a point to Nino & Toothfairy - they genuinely think I'm drunk. Yeah, on 2L Pepsi.

So here are five laps I'd rather sit than Santa's (ya know, the beer-bellied guy with white beard wearing red costume)... *take note, I'm giving you ideas for my next birthday*

Lap number One:
Irony as it seems (that's why I explained the "santa's" part as some beer-bellied guy with white beard etc), lap number one that I'd rather sit on is Roque Santa Cruz's. Hey sexy.....

Lap number Two:
Alberto Gilardino. Hey sexy number two....

Lap number Three:
Cesc Fabregas. P.I.C can mock me all year long, I don't care. nyah ha ha.

Lap number Four:
Luis Figo.

Lap number Five:
The only non-footballer and is not here just yet, my future boyfriend. bwah ha ha.

p.s criteria of a boyfriend: dark, tall, handsome, in tux minus the rake please.

Enough with the laps.... moving on.

I don't know how you guys do it with Christmas shopping and all. So I went to the city with one mission in mind: TO SHOP.

I woke up early (which I only do once a year unless to wake up for work) this morning, had breakfast (also something I do once a year unless I'm at work), showered and headed off to town to shop.

I flitted from shop to shop like a mindless butterfly but nothing caught my attention. Even shoes failed to impress me.

Before I knew it, my feet dragged me to this one place. An hour later, I came out as a different brand new woman. What place you ask?

A hair salon. Yeah, I cut my hair. I now look cute. Not.

With my new hair, I strutted along the street and decided to enter the toy store. Yeah, you read that right. Toy store. Trust me, it took me more than a strong will *ahem* to prevent myself from buying either a Wii or a PS3 or an XBox.

Jeez, I wanted to blog about something serious earlier on, but I guess I never blogged anything serious, so... this is all you get for the moment. Hehe :)

.musing about a piece of me... in Dec 2009.

2009-12-06T18:31:00.000Z

Hola peeps. Don't mess with me, I'm post call... (honest, I really am)

I never like working on Saturdays, but as much as I hate it, I hate Sundays even more. However, yesterday seemed pretty mild in terms of its busyness i.e I didn't do much for the greater part of the day and I got to sleep for a straight four hours uninterrupted. That's good. Post call, I went home to shower and hopped back into the car and drove to the nearest groceries store.

*ahem* I spent 3 hours in a groceries store and I spent almost *ahem* 200 euros for groceries alone. *cough* In my defense, I have not done groceries for months, thank you. I bought 8 new books which I am determined to finish reading within this 2 weeks break. I bought 3 sappy romantic movies on DVDs so that I can have my sappy moments. Preparation is key, people!

Oh look! It's one of Kym's tee!~~ So I requested a custom tee from Kym, which I received last Friday. Yeehaa! Pur-rett-ttyyy, boys & girls! Thanx Kym, you're a star!

And it's time for the second round of A piece of me, hosted by Toothfairy.

So, this month...

I like: for the fact that I'm on holiday for 2 weeks starting today. Yeeeeeeehaaaaa!!! Plan so far includes sleeping and eating plus occasional spending ~~unnecessarily~~, perhaps impromptu trips and impromptu never-been-done before activities. Everyone, say yeeeeeeeehaaaaa!!

I don't like: for the fact that it's already December and therefore it's almost time to leave.

I want you to know: that I also got this tee from Kym...

hell yeah it says, (hot) doctor on call.. say yeeehaaaa people!

Aren't Kym the best girl or what??

I've planned: to start Christmas shopping. Hey hey, just because I don't celebrate Christmas doesn't mean I don't know anyone who does! That's good enough excuse for me to join in the festivity, no?

I want to say to someone special: chicken! :P

Ok lah peeps. Time to sleep. See ya soon!

.musing about Video Games Live.

2009-11-29T21:32:00.002Z

Hola peeps! Fiuh... what a busy weekend!

So Friday P.I.C & I rushed our asses out of the hospital by 6pm - with one intention in mind...

to get ready for the party.

Met with Dano at 8pm, headed to this one Korean BBQ restaurant and had dinner with a bunch of guy friends - awesome food like no kidding. By 10pm, the boys & I headed to the party scene and started to party like mad.

Correction... the boys partied like mad. I was all calm and serene. lolness. I didn't even dance, I swear! Not gonna dance in front of the other doctors, mind you. They should never see this booty moving & grinding.

Or in P.I.C's awesome word, I was 'embarrassed'. Perhaps. Left the scene sometimes in the morning.

Only to wake up late the next day for shopping time. Damn. Later in the afternoon on Saturday, went to another type of party - a birthday party for house mate's sister's house mate's birthday (or something like that). Great food.

And today, I went to the Video Games Live, which was held for the very first time in Dublin. One word: AWESOME!! Too bad they didn't allow videos or photos. But to re-live the awesome-ness of the event, here's something something of similar:

But I suppose you have to be there to experience the awesome-ness.

Ah well. Til next party :)

.musing about recently... .

2009-11-26T20:27:00.003Z

Hola peeps! Whatcha doin'? Eating much on a Thanksgiving day? Send some, stat please!

:) Oh yes, Happy Thanksgiving to all who are celebrating. I don't celebrate Thanksgiving but who said I cant be thankful on a Thanksgiving day right? Without further ado, let's start with...

I want to thank the beautiful Carina Blogarina for giving me the Kreativ Blogger award many many eons ago, Nic for awarding me the Super Fofo Cute Blog award also many eons ago and lastly Ndeesaster-in-da-house my soul sistah who digs sex(y) songs as much as I do, for awarding me the Thank You for Blogging award. I love yous. I seriously do.

Secondly, I would like to thank my intelligent self and my hardworking ass, for without intelligence and hard work there will be no sweats-and-bloods-earned money, thus without which, I won't be able to indulge in sexy toy(s). Like this one,

and thank you Matsap for driving through the rain and trouble just to buy, charge, set and courier it to me :)

And without my sweats-and-bloods-and-sleepless-hours-earned money, I wont be able to buy Mylo. He's our new ride. (pics will never be published, I hope, as I don't want you to come and scratch or throw stones at Mylo for being so.... green and masculine*)

Lastly, I want to thank:
- the HSE for allocating training grants (and they should eff off for discontinuing the grant starting next year. stupid stupid HSE)
- my boss for signing off the application form
- again, my intelligent self and my hardworking ass, for earning the sweats-and-bloods-earned money

for this....

not the blog, but the McSexy (you know I don't do McDreamy... and yes, that's Patrick in the background)

p.s P.I.C expressed his 'concern' that I might throw a STRIP party the moment house mate flies back home. Oh how he knows me too well....

*as per house mate. I don't know from where she learned that green is the new symbol for masculinity.

.musing about 'the meaning of being lonely'.

2009-11-14T13:26:00.006Z

BWAHAHAHAHA.

Oh hola peeps! So I went to the Backstreet Boys Concert last night. Let me tell you one word: FUCKING-AWESOME!

haha that's two words, but whatever lah. I'm freaking happy xD and and and I was standing so close to the stage.

The intro song. My fave ya' all!! (I'm not ashamed to admit that bwah ha ha ha)

This is especially for someone who danced for me yesterday :) It was a stupid dance but it was freaking hilarious

Imma hijack some more photos and videos from house mate so expect more to come?

Shopping time, see ya peeps later! xD Have a great weekend!

.musing about ice-cream and that grey cardigan.

2009-11-12T23:16:00.001Z

I told you I was feeling cold.
And you took off your grey cardigan and put it on my shoulder.
I said, no it's ok. I'm fine.
You replied, no, wear it. You're shivering. You just ate ice-cream.

So I said, Hmmmmm NYUM.
And you smiled.

Three hours later, my cardigan smells of you. Sniff sniff.

.musing about life.

2009-11-03T20:36:00.005Z

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.

.musing about... a piece of me in nov '09.

2009-11-01T17:15:00.000Z

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.

"We play the game on the first sunday of the month. If you want to play along, please write a post answering the 5 questions, and head over to Toothfairy virtual crib, fill in the form, so that other readers can check your blog. She will include all participants in her blogroll too.
Feel free to join anytime, but remember to keep posting every first sunday of the month after the first time!"

Til I see you peeps later.

.musing when the phone rings.

2009-10-22T22:34:00.005+01:00

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.

.musing about being scared vs being happy.

2009-10-17T23:00:00.004+01:00

Hola peeps. I feel much better thank you :) Pain and I... well, we broke up. He decided that it was time for him to leave me alone. (very considerate of him)

Anyways, so I went shopping today. Big time.

No, I didn't buy a car or a house, mind you. But I bought lots of things including a stethoscope (because I lost mine). And deep down I know I spent a lot today. Like A LOT.

But here's the thing. I'm scared. Like REALLY SCARED.

I'm scared to check the balance in my bank account. I know it's not a healthy habit to spend without checking the balance, but whatev. Because I believe that MONEY CAN BUY HAPPINESS. Even just a temporary one. When the happiness runs out, we buy some more. :)

Shoppers guilt, I suppose? But whateffs bro, MY money just bought ME happiness.

.musing a la friday.

2009-10-16T10:07:00.004+01:00

Dear Pain,

I cannot thank you enough *with a hint of sarcasm but not too much though. Just enough to make guilt come knocking*.

Because of you I'm getting a long weekend. Also because of you I cannot do anything but to laze around on my bed, watching Bones and ANTM. Not to mention I cannot get out of bed without curling myself into a ball that I am therefore very extremely hungry right now that I don't know how else can I go to the kitchen and cook something.

Wait, Pain. I do know how!!

Like everyone keeps on telling me: Find a boyfriend already!!

But you know what Pain, how selfish it would be for me to drag my boyfriend's cute bum from work and to come home to me and cook something for me, and all this is because of YOU?

Na ah. You're not getting it your way, Pain. I'm gonna show you how I'm gonna do it MY WAY!! *reaching the phone to ring for delivery*

Wait, you're right, Pain. It's only 10 in the morning. Damn you!

Yours sincerely,
TGIS in pain

.musing, while thinking about ice-cream.

2009-10-13T20:42:00.003+01:00

Hola peeps.

Today was A CRAZY day. That's to put it mildly. Tomorrow's gonna be crazier. But whateff, it's gonna pass.

So we ended our day with ice-creams. P.I.C & I went to the shop and got ourselves ice-creams because we missed our breakfast and lunch.

That's how busy we were. And the fact that the SHO is annoying is totally another story. He is annoying that I swear I want to strangle him sometimes. And I'm already dreading the days P.I.C gonna take his holidays.

.musing PMS-style. or so I think.

2009-10-09T19:25:00.001+01:00

Hola peeps.

I think it's almost the time of the month. Ya know. Time for Aunt Flo to come for a visit.

Anyway, you know I love to throw weird comeback at odd moments. You dont? Well, now you do :)

So I have a new partner in crime. Yes, it's a he and let's call him B. I call him Baby B and he calls me Williz. Like, seriously??!! But whatev.

I work better with boys because I can be as girly as I want and they'd still love me nonetheless. You know, the kind of girly boys secretly love BAHAHAHA. ~~I WISH~~

B is an OCD. He has to proofread everything I write, which to be honest, what I really need. I think too fast that when I write that I often skip a few things. He talks, I write. He pokes, I hold. He plans, I organize. You know, he completes me and I complete him. Professionally. That's why he described it as 'we work together holding hands and we literally stuck on the hips'. Which is a good thing because (a) he loves football and so do I but that's not the point, and (b) I don't like being alone and feeling all lonely.

So today at 9am I was feeling all cranky and somewhat quiet (query PMS) and I hadn't had my morning RedBull (yeah my job is no longer fun that I need RedBull to get me going and one time my boss made this remark 'wow Liz, you're drinking Redbull at 7am? long night huh?' I wish.).

So this conversation took place:

B: Someone seems to wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
Me: *and I replied extremely slowly* Naaaaaaaaah. I woke up on the wrong bed.
B: WILLIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ....................
Me: Dayum that was a good comeback!
B: Hell yeah, smartass!

And a few days ago, this conversation took place:

Out of the blue,
Me: I wanna have a baby boy.

At that time, there was only one guy in the office, a good friend of mine (thank God), AM.

AM: *turned his head slowly to face me* Urm, why are you telling me this? *in his almost scared-out-of-his-pants-low-tone voice*
Me: Hell, Am! I don't want your baby. No offense but geez, thanks but no thanks.
AM: I know, you got me scared dude. I was like WTF.
Me: PMS I think.

It's so easy to put it on PMS. Instead of dissecting the issue to its core, so to speak. Argh, let's not go there!

.musing, somewhat pissed off.

2009-10-06T22:47:00.003+01:00

Honestly speaking, when I help others dealing with their shit, I thought, well do to others as how you want others to do to you.

That translates: Well, when I have shit that I cannot handle and therefore need extra hands, I hope people remember all those helping hands I gave them. Which is a pretty rare occasion. Me having to deal with shit, that is.

But it seems like when people have shit, I went through mountains and seas to help them deal with their shit.

When I'm having mine? Nada help.

I asked for a simple favor and no one helps. Not that bosses had not warned me i.e not to help others too much, because they're not gonna help you back.

Am I gonna stop helping others?

NO.

Simply because I AM a better person than them.

Even though I'm dead screwed dealing with my shit.

.musing, feeling blue.

2009-10-04T22:57:00.003+01:00

Hola peeps. Weekend is almost over (and it is over for some part of the world, but well, we move on, right?). How was it anyways?

So, I got bored and a bit out of character these days ~~because of the upcoming stupid bloody exam that we have to take just to prove to medical council that we are indeed stupid, oh wait, that was just me~~. Probably PMS. And therefore I changed my template again. I don't know when I'm gonna ~~settle down and get married~~ stick with one. Perhaps, never? I haven't found one that defines... ME. But I love night time. And I love the sky. So here's for temporary ~~pleasure~~ template.

Anyways, so many things are happening and I'm getting more and more confused. Not even a bottle of Pepsi helps.

Since I came back from holiday, work is getting more like, working. Like, it's not even fun anymore. Like, you wake up in the morning and go to work and deal your shit at work and you go home in the evening, wondering, what the fuck have I done today? That, or you just go straight to bed. And sleep. And the next morning you wake up again and the cycle repeats itself.

I miss you. And us.

Went for dinner with the consultants the other night. Had so much fun. Especially when this happened:

Mr S the consultant: Ok kids, we shall order the drinks now. What are you having? Anyone up for wine? Red? White? Any preference?

Me: Can I have Safe Sex on the Beach, please.

Dano: Me too.

as(S): Same here.

Mr S: My interns are sensible. Safe sex *insert a massive explosion of laughter here* Of course you can. Drink plenty of wine and I'm sure you'll have that.

Me: *thinking: hahaha he thinks we're kidding*

Miss E the other consultant: Oh look S, they were not kidding. There IS Safe Sex on the Beach on the drink menu. It's the non-alcoholic version of Sex on the Beach.

Me, Dano, as(S): *insert another massive explosion of laughter here*

And the lady consultant bragged to everyone how nice I was for bringing her cakes from home and how she loves them. You're welcome, boss :)

.musing post-evil plan.

2009-09-29T23:23:00.001+01:00

Hola peeps!

So I got the time (and chance) to sort out the photos (even though I am STILL waiting the rest of the photos from the dude lol). Here are the bits and pieces. Enjoy!

Background story (before Sebastian kill me for not giving you the background story):

So I went home for a week for Eid. Surprised the family out of their pants and skirts (and pyjamas for my sisters because they do not believe in pants & skirts) because they were not expecting me. Awesome Eid celebration with family & friends. Went to a studio for a photo shoot with BFFs. Went to the beach (more like speed off to the beach) just because I wanted to take photos at sunset. Went for movies with BFFs. Went for karaoke with BFFs. Did I mention lots of eating too? Let's just say that last week was the busiest week in my entire life.

So what if my family is the most dysfunctional family....

We're still awesome when we're together...

and retarded-ly funny together like this,
like how retarded love can ever be...

My fave boy in the entire world...

I'm wearing a modern Baju Kurung, which is a traditional Malay costume for the ladies. *I kind of hijacked the clothes from my sister because mom was not expecting me to come home to celebrate Eid and therefore did not make new pairs for me :'( *

Mr Jemmy, one of my oldest best friend.

The six out of eight. Foxy ladies - my BFFs.
hehe I'm too tall that I have to sit down LOL.

Perhaps I SHOULD ditch medicine for modeling...

Or not?...

"Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare... so true..." So true baby, you have no idea.

If only you know the obstacles we went through (the photographer & I) just to get this shot. LOL.

On another news, so tomorrow is my last day with the team before I move to the new team :'( Not so happy. But life goes on, even though it gets bitchy at times.

Til next photos/news, take care!

.musing intra-evil plan.

2009-09-25T20:37:00.000+01:00

Just a quick hola peeps! I'm freaking tired from all the craziness and I'm pretty damn sleepy.

However I just cannot resist the temptation to tease you with a lil' something something. (that's because the photographer refused to give me the whole raw photos instead he wanted to edit those photos first before they reach my hands - they better be damn good, dude! xD )

So, introducing, the five out of eight.

Flying Foxy
From left to right: Ayep, Jules, Jay, Apah, yours truly TGIS. Photographer: *ahem* Mr Ayep. Location: That awesome studio around the corner - thanx dude!. Too bad three were missing in this photo :(

So yeah, I celebrated Eid in the most unconventional way.

.musing pre-evil plan.

2009-09-18T15:08:00.002+01:00

MUAHAHAHAHA.

Hola my evil peeps! It's Friday and it's the evil-plan day.

Of course I'm not getting married, are you out of your mind?

Anyways, THANK YOU A MILLION for all the lovely birthday wishes yesterday! You guys are the best!!!

Despite the fact that oncall the night before was crapshit busy that I didn't get to sleep at all, I've to say the day ended quite great (well, maybe something happened that got me extremely pissed but what the heck, things happen for a reason, so I'll grow up).

From midnight onwards last night, I was called a gazillion times with sick patients and doing all the minor stuff (oh did I say we have transplant patients tho came in early morning yesterday? yeah, fuck my night but think positively, on my birthday two patients got new kidneys so weehheeee (nerd!!)). Morning spent in clinic and I swear I was nodding off while talking to patients. Not professional you guys!

In the afternoon I caught up with ward work (also my patients decided to go sick on me - nice job). But hey, I left slightly early to get ready for the night.

The night was AWESOME. A bunch of friends and I went a nice restaurant and we had amazing dinner with birthday cake at the end of it.

Awesome. Whoever wants to see the controversial photos, gimme your email and I'll send it to you when I get the chance (note: Nashe & Ndee, YOU GUYS WOULD WANT TO SEE THIS hehe). Dang for me I did not get a striptease. lol. Next year, anyone? :P

Anyways, evil plan is rolling despite my tiredness, so I shall see you guys erm, somewhere else :)

Happy Eid Mubarak to those who are celebrating!!

.musing, pre-"ageing".

2009-09-16T18:39:00.002+01:00

Hola peeps!

So tomorrow (17th Sept) is my birthday. PM me if you wanna send gifts WTF I'd love to get new shoes right now (I'm wearing size 5 1/2 bahahah)

Kidding. On the serious note, so I'm oncall on my birthday night. FUCK MY LIFE.

So peeps, pray hard for me so that tonight's gonna be a good night *sing in BEP's I gotta feeling tune*

We'll story later ok? (most likely you're gonna hear me saying fcuk in the entire post next time LOL)

On the bright side, the ward clerk is gonna bring his son's photo to work tomorrow because "he's single, he's good looking, he just bought an apartment, he's driving Mazda and he's your age".

Again, FUCK MY LIFE.

.musing very early in the morning.

2009-09-12T06:06:00.001+01:00

Hola peeps. It's weekend. That's awesome, right? xD

So it's very very early in the morning at this part of the world. Who in his/her sane mind would wake up at 3am on a non-working day, right?

Ah well, my mind is not in its right place, so what to do :) The fact that I collapsed before 8pm last night didn't do me any good, either.

Oh hey, first time de-virginizing my new laptop and it feels so damn good. First step to this new relationship - have a back up.

And I think anyone in a relationship of any kind should have a back up. If you know what I mean. Argh, scratch that!! Told ya I'm not in my right mind.

I just hate being in this kind of situation.

Anyways, for the sake of our entertainment (more like mine than yours, but hope you'll enjoy it), here's something funny that happened to a dear colleague of mine.

One thing about being a doctor (who carries a bleep all the time) is that, you DO NOT want to get bleeped when you're doing your stuff in the toilet (or in Lilu's favourite word: POOPING). Either you're on call or you're the person who's responsible carrying the cardiac arrest bleep, you just DO NOT want to get bleeped, not when you're pooping anyways.

This happened a couple of days ago. It started with my colleague (let's call him Dano*) and I went for lunch. More like escaped the ward to have lunch. After lunch, Dano felt slightly unwell and nauseous and started to shiver. So we rushed to go back to the ward and as a good doctor that I am (BAHAHAHA), I advised him to take a poop.

So he went.

And I was there, that suddenly all hell broke loose. Koko called all of us - there was an emergency. A patient was desaturating. And Dano was not answering his bleep (it was Dano's patient).

We all ran to the patient and did whatever should be done.

But that's not the point here.

The point is, after all the shenanigans, we all sat down and Dano confessed:

Dano: You know when they bleeped me, I was about to put my ass on the toilet. The moment I heard the beep beep beep (the most annoying sound in the entire world), I exploded.

Me: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Your patient almost died and you exploded!

Dano: I know. I was like, you freaking better not bleep me at this very moment bitches!! But since they bleeped me because that patient was desaturating, I forgive them with all my heart. Next time, dying or not, I'm switching my bleep off before I dump my crap.

Ah, that's better :) *mind is less cluttered now*

*Dano: obviously it his real name and he didn't mind. I've asked for his consent. And I'm the only person who call him by that name anyway.

.musing on a happy friday.

2009-09-05T00:54:00.001+01:00

(not only because it's friday - but also because it's new laptop day and therefore let's celebrate people!)

Oh hola peeps! XD I know, I know. Monday was horrible. Terribly horrible. It gets better as the week went by.

Well, why should I complain when I have a freaking cute patient up in the ward, right? Not to forget, he's freaking 18 years old. haha oh boy. Literally. And we talk footballs - we're buddies like that :P

Also, big boss suggested that I take longer hols. It's really the thought that counts. Thanks big boss - I'm gonna take longer hols when I'm miserable :)

Also, new laptop arrived today. I have not "de-virginized" the new boy, I mean toy, yet. hehe.

Also, we had an awesome dinner with the gang. Hilarious! I have not had so much fun at a dinner as much as I had tonight. Despite all the crapshit that I have to endure at work (sometimes, not all the time), I have to say my first working experience i.e my first bosses, my first small bosses, my colleagues, my co-workers, is simply a freaking awesome experience (I suddenly feel all teary - I blame the hormones and it's freaking proven by science). Some people experienced terrible first job ya know. Mine is, awesome. I wouldn't ask for more ~~even though a single hot colleague doesn't hurt but I shouldn't complain, right?~~

Life is all good. For now. But that should be enough. Take one step at a time, right?

and presenting to you, my favourite version of 'cant take my eyes off you' (cuz i just feel like it):

.musing of a reluctant pessimist.

2009-08-31T23:46:00.000+01:00

Hola peeps! How was your weekend?Anything awesome going on?

I literally slept my whole weekend away. My house mates can testify to that. But don't ask them, I'm sure they're gonna say I did more than just sleeping ~~which is a complete lie~~.

Anyways, I don't mean to be a pessimist, but it seems that I'm jinxed or something. Ya know, like calling things too early? Like, last week lady boss was happy. Today lady boss slaughtered me (via Small Boss - I feel bad for Small Boss because I think Small Boss is the nicest boss of all).

It doesn't take more than a couple of months to actually dislike someone.

Or maybe it's just Monday.

(and I'm suspecting that I'm also PMS-ing)

So I wonder, WHEN exactly will I not screw up? Not to say that I screw up patient's care or anything like that. But I feel like I screwed up, somewhere, somehow.

Co-workers said: No patient died - so you didn't screw up.

Oh, they have no idea how little it takes to screw me up. I screw myself up all the time. (No pun intended pervs!) I tried to take things positively last Friday.

And I was positive throughout the weekend. And to boost my positivity up, Cuz said: If you survive your current situation, you're gonna be one heck of a doctor. (Oh yeah, I get advices from my 16yo Cuz. He's mature like that.)

And come Monday, every thing's back to square one: (screw up)^3
You do the math.

.musing with a capital f.

2009-08-29T01:09:00.004+01:00

Hola peeps and all the magical creatures in this world. How was your week? Crapshit much? What, you got married? Congrats! XD

That's exactly what you get when you do suffer from the post post-call syndrome. Randomness.

Why crapshit you say? Well, when people just give you crap and shit you afterwards, crapshit is written all over the place. I have to say I am a tolerant person. But I do give out (which is very rarely) to those who simply stupid enough not to get my point. Don't they understand that I DON'T DO MAGICS AND I CANNOT CREATE WATERFALLS WITH A WINK? AND THAT I DON'T OWN A PERSONAL HARRY POTTER MAGIC WAND, OR THAT I OWN AN OWL TO FETCH ME THE FREAKING FILMS FROM THIN AIR?

Exactly. I'm only human with many faults. If I was a factory product, I would be send to the third world country as a faulty product, or else I would have been an angel if I was THAT perfect.

Anyways, let's not go there. As encouraged by the super talented Lolita (and I swear to god if you mess with her, I'll rip of your bladder with my bare hands - without using sterile gloves and alcohol wipes), I'll list down the happy things a la Lolita's love lists. Ok, peeps?

1. Big lady boss is happy - whoever says that a woman is easy to please, take your effing bladder out of your tummy now before I rip it apart for you. A lady boss is the hardest to please, trust me. However, when she's in good mood (either your doing or none of your doing), don't spoil the good mood. Go with the flow. Then your ass is saved for the rest your entire career. (I know, nonsense rambling XP )

2. Small boss scolded the, let us call this person Crazy Monkey. Well, as a person, he is nice. But as a senior, he's crappyshitassholemotherfucker. Exactly my sentiment. Back to the point, small boss went to Crazy Monkey and (jokingly but with a serious face that I was almost convinced that he was actually serious) scolded his ass off for "torturing my intern*"

3. Also Crazy Monkey got scolded by Funny Boss for "not sending her home post call and torturing her like crazyass" (For that I bow to you Funny Boss).

4. Being told that I "couldn't be more than 23 years old but I must be only 20" by several people. Really? I'm that young looking? *grin goes beyond the ears and actually kiss each other at the back of the head* I'll take that as a compliment than as an offense, thank you.

5. The song Forever by Chris Brown - come on, I know he's a douchebag but truth be told, the song made me smile. Ask me why if you're interested to know and I'll tell you in private :D (people spy on me remember? XP )

6. Went out for fine dining with good company and bitch about work. Bahahaha. Food always makes me happy. It doesnt matter if my tummy bloats up like a Kwashiorkor kid. I'm happy with my tummy full so deal with it.

7. Realizing that the song Scream by Timbaland feat Keri Hilson + Nicole Scherzinger is sexy like shit - so there I was at 6pm still at work with shitass loads of work to do on a post call day (we were supposed to be sent home at 9am on a post call day), sitting in front of a computer ordering bloods and stuff, the hilarious Big S came into the room and saw me plugging in my mp3 player (cuz I wanted to shut off the world for a while) and asked: What are you listening to? So I gave him the other earphone and he listened to this (I swear I did not realize the lyric was that sexy shit):

Intoxicated with desire, And you're the designated driver yeah, I'm not afraid, cause I'm a rider yeah, Aint nothing wrong feeling right, so wont you....

Exactly. His response was: ahahahahaha (in his signature hilarious laugh) that was why you were smiling when I came in.

Holycrap hilarious! And as I was covering my face with my hands, in shame, Funny Boss came in and snatch away my earphone and listened to this:

Don't you like that, It feels so good, dont it? Grab my hand baby, Take a walk on the beach, clear you minds.

If I could generate a cardiac arrest, I would have. On myself. What happened next, let's just say it's history. But at least this kind of random stuff makes up such a freaking crappy day. You know, the kind of day that all you wanted to do was to sit under the table and forgot that you even alive and paused.

8. Oh and my payslip just came and I earned double the last month's pay. Nuff said. Speaking of which, more like a reminder to myself: The future will be brighter. Well at least in the coming weeks anyway. Because someone's birthday is coming up soon. But I'm still 20 remember? :P

*My intern is yours truly.

Ok eight happy things makes life as good as it should be, yes? :) Head over to Lil' Lo's virtual crib for more fun, hunks and well, our little virtual Disneyland.

Oh by the way, I still DONT get it why people cannot accept the fact that I DONT have a freaking BOYFRIEND and that IT IS OK FOR ME NOT TO HAVE A BOYFRIEND because I'm such a hopelessly romantic like that. It's up to the point that:

1. It cannot be true that I don't a boyfriend to introduce me to songs (that I listen to since like forever) from Muse, Creed, The Verve etc. Excuse me, I don't need a boy to have a good taste in music in me, thank you very much.

2. It cannot be true that a 'sweet girl like me' doesn't have a boyfriend. Like seriously people? Only girls with boyfriends can be sweet? What's wrong with the world today?

3. That one of the bosses actually asked as(S), my co-worker this:

Boss: So, what's up with you and *insert my name here*
as(S): What do you mean?
Boss: You were texting me with her phone.
*on the background mean girl aka the girl who was making me her pet project laughing her ass off because she felt that her plan was working well - not a chance my friend! not a chance!)

Like seriously, friends cant use each others phone just because the guy happened to have left his mobile at home? Like are you fucking kidding me? Like ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??

Has it ever come across to them that we ARE CLOSE LIKE BROTHER AND SISTER with no intention whatsoever and that we just click like good friends.

I'm tired of this crap. I'm just tired.

.musing of the cursed one.

2009-08-22T22:16:00.004+01:00

Hola peeps.

I dont know what kind of bad luck I have. Two gadgets in one week?! Really??!!

As mentioned in the previous post, one of my laptops is broken. The new one. The one with more than 5000 photos in it. The one with graduation photos. The one with vacation photos. The one with scandalous photos. The one with photos goddammit!

I know my fault I didn't allocate time to transfer the data into an external hard drive (which I have bought months ago, for I afraid that this kind of thing may happen). Urgh.

To make it worst, apparently Irish shops dont have a smaller adapter to transfer the data from my HD to external HD. How lame is that?! Because my laptop is so special and small and therefore they don't have smaller adapter. Urgh. Pathetic.

After I got home after dealing with frustrations, my favourite handphone started to play tricks on me. First one of the applications was stuck and after a couple of nudges, it went completely blank and off.

Urgh, what a bad luck huh?

Looking at the bright side, now I can use my training grant to buy new laptop and hand phone. Gah. Any suggestion for good laptops and hand phones?

But I'm still mourning for the photos that I may or may not lose forever. Le sigh.

.musing on a thursday, because tomorrow is friday.

2009-08-20T18:22:00.002+01:00

Also because I woke up extremely late today. On a working day.

FML.

Oh, hola peeps! Long time no see. How are you doing? I'm doing fine myself.

Despite the fact that I was oncall twice this week, I have to say I'm enjoying these moments. For some reason. But let's not go there. (It's not safe out here. People spy on me haha)

I almost gave a couple of my co-workers super-wedgies today for what they did to me. Here goes:

(as)S: Theoretically, if our small bosses were the only boys left in this world, who would you go out with?
Me: Do we even have to go there?
(as)S: Yes.
Me: No.
Big D: I know who she's gonna say.
(as)S: No!! Let her think! Don't put ideas in her mind.
Me: Hmmm.
Big D: She's gonna say Big S*
as(S): NOOO!!!
Me: Hmmm.
as(S): Come on. You don't need 15 effing minutes to think about this.
Me: Actually I do. As a matter of fact, I need a day to think about this. But for theoretical's sake, I'll go with Cute Rabbit.
as(S): What??!!?? *made purring kitten sound for no reason*
Me: What? He's cute. But in reality, I wont go out with him. Because he's married.
as(S): So? Just for the effing fun of it. Oh, there's your Cute Rabbit. I'm telling him.

*Big S is the one who wrote "Missionary" in the chart.

Oh yes, they really want to see me get married. My co-workers love me in that creepy weird sibling-ey way. But wanting me to hook up with some married guy?

THEY DESERVED WEDGIES FROM ME.

And they haven't seen me in action.

...

Anyways, so I think my other laptop is broken. The one with 5000 photos in it. The photos which I have not transferred into my external hard drive. I feel fucked. Please f*ck me now for being such an idiot!

...

Also, I have been (fine) dining in (fine) restaurants lately, with a couple of friends. I suppose when you have crappy day at work, going out for dinner at night is the only thing that helps to make yourself feel better.

That, or good tupping.

Bwah ha ha. But let's not go there either.

...

I think that's enough dirtiness in one post. Til next time, take care peeps!

.musing, hmm amusing.

2009-08-11T21:37:00.000+01:00

Hola peeps! How are you? Anything great that I missed?

Anyways, big boss is away for the whole month. Big lady boss WAS away last week. That simply means no patient. At all. Translate: No job.

Well, pretty much.

Since I have literally nothing to do, I helped out the other interns with their jobs. I'm nice like that, but I don't like people reminding me that I'm nice. i.e you're too nice you know that? I owe you big time. Thank you so much for helping me out, love! I prefer people think that I'm this very mean person who's very emotionally unstable (even though I don't think I am). Because I don't like expectations. I don't like people expecting too much from me. And once they think that I'm a nice person, they're gonna expect me to be nice all the time (even though I do try to be nice all the time and I am nice most of the time). But you know, what if one day I did something un-nice?

I just don't like expectations. I especially don't like people having high expectations from me. As how I hate it when mum always think that I was gonna pass my exams no matter how shitty I felt after every exams.

...

Did I just not say I'm musing amusingly?

Anyways, one more thing that currently annoys me is: matchmaking.

I freaking hate matchmaking. I don't understand why people cannot accept the fact that I am single?

There's two girl interns in the department. Myself and another girl. She's currently making me her pet project: Matchmaking me with the other intern, who happens to be my so-called bro!

What the hell?

It's even more annoying when she started to tell the other staff that he is my boyfriend. I swear to god I feel like smashing her head with a broomstick sometimes.

But I wont. Because I'm a (supposedly) nice person, remember?

...

And today I'm officially the quote dirtiest girl in the hospital unquote.

What the fuck on earth?

This is how I earn the title. Tell me it's not fair:

Me: A told me about your road trip to Galway and the jumping of the cliff. Oh, also the canoeing, lifeguard and 'I don't know how to swim!' incident.

Me, N and S: *laughed our pants off*

Me: How come you guys always go without me?? This is like the third time you boys had road trip without me.

N: Hey hey, the road trips were meant for sausages ok!

Me: Not fair. next time make it sausages and burgers!!

Me, N and S: *long awkward pause*

S: WHAT THE FUCK! Sausages and burgers!! You're dirty!! You're like officially the dirtiest girl in the entire hospital.

Now, tell me how exactly am I the dirtiest girl in the hospital when they were the ones who started the sausages thingy?

Oh and these boys spread the words like air-borne viruses. In a matter of nanoseconds, they told two unfortunate souls about me being 'the dirtiest girl in the hospital'.

Nice and dirty, yeah that me (not!)

They were just kidding. These boys are mean boys who talk about boy stuff in front of me. Seriously, I feel like I'm one of the boys sometimes that I wonder, is that why I don't have a boyfriend? That the boys see me as one of them?

That's it, I'm wearing skirts and dresses forever from now on.

Even though I'm suspecting that never gonna happen.

...

On a totally awesome random topic, my BFF has started a small cookies business @ chicchicaboom! Check out her page for more details. She makes the yummyious choc cookies in the entire world, I promise! The packagings are very pretty and creative. The prices are very cheap and affordable. Delivery is free of charge if you live in Kuching, Sarawak, Malaysia. Order can be made by sending a request by contacting them at +60168990744 or email at chicchicaboom at gmail dot com. Please support local product guys! xD If any of you outside Kuching Sarawak Malaysia is interested of getting those cookies, please do not hesitate to contact them at the aforementioned number and email address for negotiation.

...

Now I'm happy that I've spread the love around. Til then, ciao peeps!

.musing G.I Joe style.

2009-08-07T23:34:00.000+01:00

Hola peeps! How are yous? Miss me much? No? Fine.

Been (pretending to be) busy the whole week. And work was somewhat, chaotic.

And today was particularly, crappyshithole. Fucked to the core. Like 'orgasmic' wont do today a justice.

Just saying.

But let's not dwell on the crappyshit. Let's dwell on the bright side.

(a) Work was crazy - but small boss treated me breakfast, because we didn't have anything to do.

(b) Crappyshit from some people - but I came to work late everyday because there was nothing to do. I don't have a single patient on both of my lists. Life is BEAUTIFUL.

(c) Yelled by other consultant for something that I didn't do (at least didn't intend to do but what the hell) - Everyone else in the department consoled me like I was this fragile little thing that was gonna explode at any moment. Small boss came to pat my head asking me if everything was ok, if I had problems with any patient, if I had any problem at all that I wanted to talk to him about (and I said no to all his questions and I assured him I was fine, because I had a feeling he was talking about the yelling incidence even though he didn't say it directly). Another small boss came consoling me (which was pretty much not like him but what the hell) by telling me I handled the situation pretty well and that I didn't break down. Co-workers offered to help me out so that I could 'sit in the corner and cry', or so they assumed. Which brings me to this point:

Did they expect me to break down and cry at the slightest yelling especially when I know it was no way in hell my fault?

Hell no. I may look fragile and girly (I assume so, or why the hell they would think I'd cry, right?) but I'm as tough as a diamond. Bite me, you'll get chipped tooth.

(d) M.I.A-ed from work to watch G.I Joe. And the movie is freaking AWESOME. I love the adrenaline rush. And boy, Channing Tatum is freaking HAWT. Burn baby burn! But, the French guy in the movie is PURE HAWTNESS SEXINESS.

When such a sexy thing exists even virtually, it doesn't matter how crappybulls the week is, life's always good.

Sunday is party day. Expecting many cool/awesome people to show up. And therefore life is still good.

p.s we're suspecting the yelling consultant didn't get any (if you know what I mean) and therefore was emotionally labile. burn!

musing. wait, it's friday!.

2009-07-31T22:15:00.001+01:00

Hola peeps! Ya know what day is it today??

Yeah, I know it's (thank-God-it's) Friday, durh! Today is also the last day of the month. And specifically, today is the last Friday of the month.

Not only because tomorrow IS the weekend (and it's a long weekend in this part of the world because Monday is public holiday yay!), it also because...

...because today...

...is...

I'll tell you later.

So, came early to work today. Arriving 10 minutes earlier than the supposed time is early. Waiting for the two bosses for routine AM ward round. Then they came, went to round, finished within 15 minutes. ~~because we're so efficient that we only have 3 patients~~ Planning to discharge all patients home.

Muahahaha.

By 8am, we don't know what to do. No theater. No day cases. No minor theaters. No clinics (yet). No acute patients. No emergency patients.

Nada work.

Boss: Little boss, let's go for tea.
Me: Ok boss.

Post-tea, Boss went to theater to help out other consultants with their theater lists. I went back upstairs to help out other interns with their crazy lists. Did I mention that two interns were off today? Three ~~slaves~~ interns doing workload of five interns. Ahem. We're awesome.

But that's not the point.

Did I say four patients came for transplant? I didn't. But yeah. It simply means: Bloods x 10 bottles - that's lots of bloods yo! Chest X-rays. ECGs. Green IV lines. Swabs. Urine samples. And crap from one consultant who thought we were leprechauns who could make miracles happen. Like doing bloods, ECGs, CXRs within 10 minutes time.

Did I say we have 8 patients who ALREADY had transplants and therefore we have to take their post-transplant bloods by 10am? I didn't? Did I say we have to walk down the blood bottles down to the lab ourselves?

My job IS simple. But other people jobs are not. But I'm not complaining you see. At least the other awesome interns are awesome. We're the awesome A team remember? We rock like a hurricane! We help each others out. We make sure everyone's jobs are done so that no one will be fcuked by the consultants.

Then by 1.30pm, there was clinic. I call it the Hurricane clinic. Simply because my big lady boss is very 'breezy' and that is to put it mildly. She's fast man. She expects everything to be done on time on the spot. Doesn't matter if I get slaughtered by the radiologists for requesting 2 URGENT CT SCANS only to find that the indications for having one done was not really strong and that the findings were negative.

Let's just say that the radiologists must be putting up a MOST WANTED, SHOULD BE REFUSED ENTRY poster of me on the department door. ~~I hope I look hot in that Most Wanted Poster~~

Did I say that I have to help the other interns to do more or less 15 discharges letter today?

I should say FML at this stage, but no, I won't.

Did I also mention that one patient of mine suddenly complaining of chest pain (most feared diagnosis: heart attack), that I had to run up to the ward on the fourth floor to review, do ECG and take bloods from him? (He was stable by the time I left and no heart attack)

Today was somewhat crazy. But it's Friday and it's the last Friday of the month. That means...

IT'S PAYDAY!!!

hehehe. Need to sleep early tonight (not that I haven't been sleeping early lately anyways) so that I will have sufficient energy for massive shopping spree tomorrow. Hehe.

.musing about my job.

2009-07-27T22:07:00.001+01:00

Hola peeps! (and hola to my favourite gula) :)

If you haven't figure it out yet, I'm a doctor. Anyways, as some of you may have known already, I love my day job.

To explain further, this is how we roll: I'm the youngest (read: least experienced) member of the team. I work for two consultants (and they both are hilarious - especially the male boss). There are two registrars in the team (and they both are BEYOND hilarious). We deal with ~~penises~~ the water-works: Kidney-ureters-bladder-urethra-external genitalias. Well, the consultants and registrars do. I, on the other hand, ~~can effing forget my medical knowledge and deal with paper works as well as chase missing x-rays~~ make sure things run smoothly and make sure the patients get the treatments as planned.

There are 6 other consultants working in our department. There are 6 other registrars, 1 senior house officer and 4 other interns. We're one big happy family. No kidding. (I've known this since I was a student, and therefore influenced my choice of internship match). It was like, everyone was covering each other's ass, if you know what I mean.

But that's not the point I'm trying to make.

Have you ever been to a doctor and see his/her handwriting? Let me tell you one thing: most doctors' handwriting are almost always illegible (mine's not - trust me! As ugly as it is, my handwriting is still legible). I always have trouble trying to make sense of instructions written in patients charts by other doctors. Especially consultants'. They're like curly worms making their ways to a happy place. Or something.

Today was no exception. I was helping out other intern by doing his discharges (translate: when patient goes home, we write a discharge letter to be sent to his/her GP, outlining the event of his/her admission). And this one discharge happened to be an urgent one, because I had to fax it, instead of sending it via snail mail.

So I started reading the admission note (translate: the note written on the first day patient got admitted) for this patient.

X year old male presented with penile injury that occurred during sexual intercourse.

Right, interesting, I thought. I've learned the trick to find good notes and take it from there, therefore I skipped straight to notes written by one of our registrars.

Found it!

X year old male. X hours history of fracture of the penis. (scribble). (scribble) felt a tear. bleeding (scribble) immediately through (scribble).

Hmm, interesting, I thought.

For five minutes, I was trying to make sense of the first 'scribble' (I'm such an anal like that - and besides, I just have to write the discharge letter therefore no turning back, dude!) For five minutes, every words known to human ran through my mind. But nothing matched with the 'scribble'. So I decided to go back to the admission note:

X year old male presented with penile injury that occurred during sexual intercourse.

Holycrap. Of all things, one word seemed to match the 'scribble':

...

...

...

...

...

Missionary.

I snorted while trying to hide my laugh. All nurses around me stopped doing whatever they were doing at that time and asked if I was ok.

WTF. I couldnt believe my registrar would write something like that. BWAHAHAHA. And if only you know this registrar (the same person who wanted me to 'find someone who can steal his bicycle so that his wife will give his car back'), you would be laughing your ass off too.

Simply because last week, he had two patients admitted for fractured penis. So I jokingly ask him, how did they fracture their penises? This conversation took place:

Me: *academically curious* How did they fracture their penises? *insert innocent looking face here*
Him: What? You want me to draw it out for you?
Me: Like, the anatomy or the positions how you can fracture the penis?
Him: *laughing his ass off* That's even a better question.

And I could tell he almost wanted to throw me into the nearest bathtub and drown me.

See, how can I not love my day job.

One funny conversation took place between me and chief (the small boss):

Me: I think I'm losing too much weight. I need to eat.
Chief: That's not my fault. That's Small Boss' fault.
Me: Wa-hat?
Chief: If you gain weight, then, that'd be my fault.
Me: Wa-hat?
Chief: hahah you haven't got your daily candy, have you?
Me: No.
Chief: No, I'm saying if you lose weight, blame it on Small Boss. If you gain weight, you can blame me.

On another conversation:

Small boss: Why don't you carry the large bottle of Pepsi so that we can drink too. (jokingly of course)
Me: What? Ok, next time I will.
Small boss: I'm just kidding! I'm too old to drink Pepsi.
Chief: You know, the bag that she carries every day. You know what's inside the bag?
Small boss: Which one? The sling one?
Chief: Yes, that one.
Me: Hello, I'm here!!
Chief: Every time she puts her hand inside the bag, you know what she pulls out?
Small boss: What? Patella hammer? *laughing his ass off*
Me: *damn, they're making fun of me!*
Chief: Candybars and chocolates!! *acted it out: putting his hand into an imaginary sling bag and pulling his hand out in a fist holding an imaginary candybar*

Tell me, how can I not love my job??

Oh I know, when some staff are being so anally retentive. But all is good. I've my M16 now.

.sunday musing.

2009-07-26T11:27:00.000+01:00

Hola peeps! It's Sunday, weeee~~~~ *imagine I'm throwing my hands off the air while riding on roller coaster*

For the first time in ages, I wake up early on a Sunday morning. For the first time in ages, I actually am able to breathe the fresh Sunday morning air. For the first time in ages, I don't wake up because I have something important to do, like going to work or meeting up friends for a meal. Or something.

How's everyone anyway? Any good news? Bad news? So-so news? Hot goss?

The only good news I have so far is... it's almost the end of the month, so the bucks should be rollin' in, soon (I hope!). First paycheck ever! Anyone has any suggestion what should I do with my first paycheck? No outrageous suggestion like buying my first Bentley or such, ok. I'm not THAT well-paid. Yeah, and this comes from the mouth (fingers in this case) of a doctor, right? :) As a matter of fact, I don't even know how much I'm getting. I'm just rollin' along, ya know. I bet my ass off it wont be as much, that most probably I'll finish my first paycheck to pay the bills.

Back to Sunday morning, I woke up so early today because my bladder was full. *ahem, that's not TMI* I went to do my business and went back to bed. Couldn't get back to sleep so I reached to my laptop and went online - to watch this one Malay tv series. Lolita, Nashe, Nitya, Amy, please don't laugh! It is called Blogger Boy. Well, the title is very catchy, ok? And apparently, I am hooked. Yup, what the hell.

Anyway, after more than an hour watching the series, I went downstairs to find something to eat. And I found something: Sushi take away. Muahaha. Sushi for breakfast, it is! And M&S Crisps.

Very unhealthy indeed.

And now I'm supposed to clean my room. I've been wanting to continue un-packing since *ahem* weeks ago but hey, I was busy. Today should be a good day to resume the so-ever-boring task.

On another much more interesting stuff than my sushi-for-breakfast, Moonjava awarded me with the Humane Award. Thank you so much, my dear!

This award is to honor bloggers that are kindhearted individuals who regularly take part in my blog and always leave comments. This award is to thank those individuals for their growing friendships through the blog world.

I'd like to award this amazing award to everyone, especially:

Ceecee, Cheryl, Mel, Floreta, Kym, Nashe, Nitya, Lolita, Scoman, Seb, and of course, everyone else too! Also, not to forget, Moonjava herself :) Thank you for being such amazing (bloggy) buddies.

Til later, peeps!

.musing, oh musing.

2009-07-20T21:04:00.000+01:00

Hola peeps! It's Monday and I'm (about to) dreading it.

Not because I hate the days that are about to come. I'm hating the fact that I know I'm going to be sick. Soon. Meds time tonight, peeps!

Anyhoo, if any of you had been wondering where have I been lately (at least someone did! :'( ), I've been working my cute ass off. Did two on-calls in a week (ya know - 7am to 5pm the next day + 9am to 9am next day). Sunday spent sleeping all day. No kidding! I went home at 11am post call, went to bed at 12pm, woke up at 5am the next day.

There goes my Sunday.

I feel like I don't have a life already.

But looking at the bright side, at least my boss is hilarious. One day in clinic, I was with a patient when he knocked on my door.

Boss (to the patient): Sorry, can I borrow her for a minute?
Patient: Yes, of course!
Me: I'll be right back. Sorry about this.

Outside,
Me: Yes, boss?
Boss: Time for coffee.
Me: *blur* But I have a patient.

Boss went into the room,
Boss: Sorry there, you don't mind if I borrow Liz for a couple of minutes? There's an emergency.
Patient: Ok, no problem at all.
Me: (in my head - OMGD)

In the cafeteria,
Boss: Liz looked like she was about to bounce off the walls if we don't drag her out of the room for coffee, so here we are guys.
(FYI, the whole team went for coffee)
Me: WHAT? More caffeine to make me high? Am not sure whether that's a good idea, boss.
Boss: Trust me, it is.

I'm dreading the coming October, when I'll be leaving the comfort of being pampered and looked after. Oh did I tell you that everyone in Urology is hilarious? Except for certain people though. But those people cannot bring us down. They cannot bring us down man!

And my small boss told the big bosses that I'm such a workaholic. Uh-oh.

And another small boss wants me find 'someone who can steal his bicycle so that his wife will give him back his car'. Like seriously - is that not hilarious?

No? Fine, I don't have a life then.

.musing poetically.

2009-07-12T19:58:00.002+01:00

It doesn't matter if you feel like shit.

It doesn't matter if you feel unpretty.

It doesn't matter if you feel incomplete.

It doesn't matter if you feel lonely.

For all that matters to the world is, you're the beautiful pink flower among the golden dried up ones.

.musing, by busy queen bee.

2009-07-11T16:05:00.001+01:00

Hola peeps! How are yous? Any fabulous plans for the weekend? Previous post was kind of, depressing. This time, I promise you, is not going to be a depressingly angry post. :)

I believe I have not blogged about my Giant Causeway trip.

A friend from Manchester came over few weekends ago, along with her friend, who happens to be my other friend's sister (and the world is such a small place that way). Considering that this city of wind and rain is, well, boring, so we went for a road trip to Giant Causeway, which I've visited some time ago.

*the so-called perfume ad Le Forest by Gnocchi wtf *ahem* It's kind of a private joke between me and my BFFs*

Notice that my hair is kind of short in the photo? hehehe *evil laugh* I've chopped my hair, peeps. Yes, it was definitely time to chop off those hair.

Anyways, long long time ago, Moonjava awarded me the Your Blog is Fucking Fabulous and the rule for the award is to list down five things that I'm obsessed about (sorry for such a long delay, hun-ney!). nyeh he he *evil laugh* This should be easy.

Drumroll please... As per this moment, I am officially obsessed about:

1. IV Cannula - I jump with joy every time I get one into the vein, on first try. I keep several in my white coat pocket. I believe I left some on the bed - new still-in-package ones, durh!

2. In relation to the first obsession item, I'm also obsessed with veins. Yes, blood vessel veins! - esp big bouncy veins. Make my life as an intern EXTREMELY easy.

3. Deep red patent wedges. What else can I say. le sigh.

4. I'm still obsessed about hunks. Don't you just love pretty boys, manly gentlemen and drop dead handsome men? :D

5. John Mayer's tribute to MJ: Human Nature

Also, I've changed the blogger template, again. hehe. Such a therapeutic thing to do (~~nerd!~~). OK lah peeps. I'm suddenly hungry. I better find something to munch before I start munching the laptop. Til next time, ciao!

.musing, in pissed-off mode.

2009-07-07T16:04:00.003+01:00

Warning: If you're such a happy soul, head back over here when you're in a pissy mode. Or else, I may just ruin your day. Or not. I'm pissed and I'm just sayin'.

Now, I'm not pissed at yous. As a matter of fact, I missed all of yous. :'(

You see, being a doctor is about being patient right? And most of the time, I tolerate crap. But let me tell you, some group of people are just plain crap. I'm not saying this refering to the everyone in that particular group but seriously, these few people from that group just pissed the hell off of me and they should be shot.

Let me tell you something else. I love working. I'm like a workaholic in the making. I love busy. What I don't love is people piss off at me for no reason. AND PEOPLE WHO CALLED THE SENIOR DOCTORS FOR SOMETHING I DID NOT DO. OR SCREAM AT ME FOR SOMETHING I DID NOT DO.

Look, when I said I'm busy and I'll get to something as soon as I can, there's no point bleeping me every 30seconds to tell me the same thing! I repeat, THERE'S NO REASON TO BLEEP ME EVERY 30SECONDS TO TELL ME THE SAME THING! You think you're the only person who's busy in this world??!!

What pisses me off the most was that they bleeped my seniors telling them I didn't answer my bleep.

Hey, you bleeped me every 30seconds and when I called, no one picked up the damn bloody phone and now it's my fault??!!! Are you fucking kidding me??!! How does that make me the bad one??!! Do you think I was somewhere else fucking some gorgeous hunks or eat or sleep??!!! You fucking moron! I was bloody working my ass off getting things done!!!

If any of you thinks that being a doctor is cool, let me tell you. YOU THINK WRONG. If you think that we save lives, we don't. We get bossed around by this group of people. I'm not kidding. And we stay thin and healthy by not eating for one whole day or not sleep for one whole night.

Now, I love my day job with the current team. LOVE with capital L. What I don't love, or put it this way: What I'm gonna hate for the rest of my life is ONCALLS especially when those in-charge with the ward are just fucking moron.

What? Am I not the nice person here? You think I'm earning money just by sitting down on the chair and do nothing. You asshole! You stay on the ward, have breaks every four hours, work three days a week and earn lots of money. Here I am, working every day, not getting enough sleep, not eating for the whole day, walking up and down chasing X-rays - you don't happen to think we're not tired, do ya?!

Now, any of you who are thinking of sending your children to med school. Think again. As a matter of fact, think hard and deep and long. You may just ruin your children's life for doing so.

I'm considering my plan B:

TO BECOME A TOUR GUIDE. IN GREECE. OR ANYWHERE AT ALL.

That should be fun. Seriously.

.musing on the weekly meme: This is me as a kid.

2009-06-30T19:51:00.000+01:00

Hola peeps! How's Tuesday treating ya? I'm starting work as *ahem* a junior doctor officially tomorrow. How do I feel about it? Erm, like crap. But WTH, life must go on. Whine as noisy as I want, it wont change the fact that I'm starting my job tomorrow and not the day after. Or the day after. Or the day after that. On call rota is out. Let's just put it this way: There goes my weekend.

Yippie da bedoo! (not!)

It's time for another "this is..." meme, peeps! Why are you not joining the awesome crowd yet?? So the topic for this week is, This is Me as a kid.

I was chubby and mischievious. What can I say. *sorry for the very bad quality. We don't have 'digital' back in the 80s durh.*

Anyways, out of my laziness i.e I'm 'pretending' to be lazy , therefore I decided to answer Moonjava's five questions tag. I've done this before, click here and here if you're up for it. Otherwise, let's get down to business, shall we? Oh, to those of you who are new to this, the way this tag system works is by having you to leave a comment on this post saying that you're interested to be interviewed by none other than yours truly. Yes, that's me peeps. Leave your email address and I'll send you five (random) questions and then you can invite your readers to play along. Or let me know anyway if you're too shy to leave your email address here :)

Anyways, here goes the five questions:

(1) Would you rather be able to fortell the future, or have all the money you will ever need?
I'd rather have all the money I will ever need. Simply because if I don't want to be the bearer of bad news. To anyone at all. And, I kind of believe in destiny. That we're pre-destined for something.

(2) What made you choose your profession as a doctor?
Hmm. Consequences. Oh, and my parents. They made me. The way the leprechaun made you do bad stuff. haha. But no worries, I'm the kind of person who adapt and accept. I (probably) rock at being a doctor.

(3) If you could do anything with no consequences for one day, what would you do?
Get married. Oh wait, I don't want to be married only for a day. In that case, I'd love not to come working tomorrow and not get fired by doing so.

(4) If you could meet a music band/singer, who would it be and why?
It has got to be Andhari. lol. You don't know her? Sheesh, where have you been? Hiding in a cave or something? Go and listen to her music. Go! What are you waiting for?? Oh yeah, hehe *grin* you need to finish reading this post first xP My bad, my bad! Anyhow, I want to meet her so that she can bring me Louboutins shopping. She's really good at that. Also, she's brilliant at having a fun fun fun day. Even to just sit around and *ahem* people-watching. It'd be great if other blog buddies could join us people-watching too xD

(5) Would you rather learn a new language or learn a musical instrument? If so, what language or what instrument?
I'd rather learn a new language. Because, I simply have no flair in music what-so-ever. I can't sing, I can't dance. I can only, erm, listen and appreciate the music. LOL. As for what language, it has got to be Greek. Hey, I dream of living in Greece for the rest of my life, remember? :)

Alrighty peeps, that's enough for now. I think. I better head off to bed and sleep off my last drop of summer. Til then, take care!

.musing about Edinburgh.

2009-06-24T22:20:00.000+01:00

Hola peeps! How are you my lovely lovely peeps? Hope you're not catching the bugs or anything of sort.

Anyways, to cut the story short, I'm gonna leave London out of this. Not that I don't love London, it's just that I love Edinburgh a tad more. hehe.

I don't what it is about Edinburgh that made me fall in love with the city straight out of the plane. Perhaps it's beautiful scenery took my breath away. Or the amazingly friendly people of Edinburgh. Or the old rusty look of the city itself. Or the slow calm relaxing pace that the city seems to have. Or simply because the B&B at which we were staying was amazing.

The view overlooking the Castle Hill, on which the Stirling Castle sits on top of, was simply breathtakingly beautiful.

We went to Loch Lomond (and yes, I was slightly disappointed that we missed the chance to go to Loch Ness and hunt for Nessie, but that should be a good enough reason to go back to Edinburgh, right? hehe) and took a boat cruise around the lake. It was awesome especially since I took it with baby bro and he got excited. I felt like a child again!

The tour took us to Glengoyne Distillery, where the famous Scottish Whisky is produced.

And yes, I love hammocks! You have no idea how much.

Babybro and I went into one Game Workshop shop somewhere in the city center and the staff invited us to try painting figurine, for free! Yes, peeps, painting figurine while you were on vacation was very exciting. You know, not so much of a tourist-sey activity to do. I agreed simply because Brandon was hot. He was the guy who taught us how to paint the small figurines. Blue eyes, thinner version of Romualdo and Scottish to boots. One of the staff in that gameshop even invited to a party that night - a gamer party. If that's not friendly, I don't what is then. And no, I don't think he was trying to hit on me because, come on, babybro was next to me and he was invited too.

Ah, I think that's enough for now :) Til I see you next time, take care!

.musing on the weekly meme: this is something i own from another country.

2009-06-23T22:55:00.000+01:00

*long post, so bear with me AND you have a week, more or less, to read it. bwah ha ha.*

Hola peeps! Guess what, the weekly meme is back! Yes, peeps, the "this is..." is back fo' sho'. And our lovely hostess, Carina, picked the title of "this is something I own from another country".

Hmm. Righto. As some of you may have known by now, I love collecting postcards and I love collecting keychains. I live in a foreign country, so basically 90% of my belongings are from another country. Or does that not count as 'from another country'? Oh well.

Anyways, one thing for sure is my favourite, is this one keychain that I bought when I was in Venice. It's so pretty & very Italian. I'd love to go back to Venice again, but not soon though.

***

Owh, and I just remember something. A (lot) while ago, I received a couple of awards from our lovely ladies. (sorry guys, my bad that I almost forgot about these awards) Also I unashamedly snag a few cute awards, which I obtained consents from the rightful owners lol (but hey, in my defense, they stated: 'I want all my readers to grab this award because they are all awesome' - well, not the exact words, but almost to that effect. Conclusion is what matters, people!)

So first one was from Moonjava and the award is called Keepsake Blog Award.

Post a funny or sweet keepsake that tells something about you.

This ugly looking thing is actually a funny/sweet keepsake given to me by baby bro. Baby bro was here to attend my graduation ceremony, graduation ball and family vacation. He spent a month with me and we had a blast (despite the fact that my parents were driving both of us nuts but let's not go there). The other day, he was pretty upset when he realized that he was about to go home and therefore leaving me. He complained that he has no one to play with and that he has to live with his enemy (aka my sister). *awww, I feel like crying now* Anyways, the last night we were at my place, while my parents were sleeping, we rummaged through my belongings and he found something that got he amused. Believe it or not, he was amused by Blu-Tack. Yup, this is the same knuckless boy we're talking about. Isn't he such a delight? While I was sitting next to him, catching up with blogs, he 'constructed' this ugly looking piece of art. According to him, it's a Mohawk cat. He told me to keep the Mohawk cat at the corner of my wooden table and not to destroy the ugly little thing. Also, he said:

I don't have enough money to buy you a graduation gift, so this is for you.

Ok, now I have tears coming down my face. dammit. You see, I told him, jokingly of course, that I didn't get any graduation present from my parents (or from anyone as a matter of fact), so that was pretty sad and pathetic. He replied, Ok, I'll buy you a soft toy. Only if it's less than 5 euros. For the whole two weeks, everytime we went to any shop, he would be looking for a 5euro soft toy but didn't find any. Hence, the creation of that ugly looking thing, which I am never gonna destroy.

I miss my baby bro already :'(

***

Second award is from Puan Aleya and it's called Uber Amazing Blog and here are the rules:

(1) Firstly, I've to list down five facts about the giver of this award.

She's happily married.
We met when we were both doing our matriculation in Asasi, before I ran off to other college to do International Baccalaureate.
She LOVES this one special local cake from my beloved state and the cake is called Kek Lapis Sarawak.
She's really pretty (hehe that's a fact)
She LOVES online shopping.

(2) Secondly, I've to list down ten interesting facts about myself.

Since I've done this quite a lot, I'm not gonna bore you with another ten more. Trust me, there's nothing new about me ahaha.

***

Also, I snagged (with consent, of course) this one cute award from Kym @ bee creative - [insert creative tagline here]. hehe. I'm such in a bloggy love mood right now. This goes to all my blog buddies:

Thank you so much for being my blog buddies. It's weird enough that even though we never meet in person, yet we are always there to support each other, give virtual hugs & high fives, laugh with each other, even at times, send virtual loves that cannot be compared to real life loves. There are times when I miss my blog buddies more than anything. Weird but true, don't judge me or I'll kick your ass. - TGIS.

Fine, I snagged more than one award. What? It's cute and it's Tinkerbell. Like Sheri said, who doesn't like Tinkerbell? I know Sebastian loves Tinkerbell too. hehe.

***

Last but not least, Nic @ *PinkNic's Planet* made me her latest Reader of the Week. I feel loved! Thank you so much, pretty! Head off to her blog because trust me ~~(I'm a doctor)~~, her blog is a very happy place :)

.musing. another quick one.

2009-06-19T00:14:00.001+01:00

Hola peeps! How are yous?

I am pretty upset right now.

Why you ask?

Because I barely have the time to blog & do other internet-ey stuff. There are so many things, so many stories and so many photos I wanna share with you guys, but I really don't have the time to stick my butt in one place for more than 10 minutes and start crap-blogging. Life calls for my attention every single second and there are times when it can get rather annoying.

I'm trying my very best to drop by and knock on everyone's blog-door, if you know what I mean, so I am truly sorry if I don't get the chance to leave any comment, I can assure you that I read all of your posts.

Okie dokie peeps, I'll be back. I hope sooner rather than later. And I'll leave you with this beautiful sunset photo that I took while on the plane from Edinburgh back to Dublin. More photos and stories later, k?

.musing, a quick one.

2009-06-06T21:20:00.004+01:00

Hola peeps!

Just a quick one to make sure no one miss me XD (am I not the nicest person on earth? No? That's ok. Life is still good)

Waiting for dad to come back with the car and move to the new house. Yes, the one without the internet. Yet.

There's gonna be a for-family-only house warming party tomorrow (yay!). Then on Monday, will be flying to London. Then Scotland.

Life's gonna suck a while, ya know, without the internet, I'm blind and "disabled" - no offense.

Some photos from the graduation ball. Erm, actually more like photos of the "self-obsessed" TGIS. Well, I have to give credit to baby bro, for taking such *ahem* excellent photos.

*Grad Ball 2009*

*Credit to Baby Bro. Nice no?*

*Good friends*

*Nice too, no? =P*

*I don't know whether I was a good poser or baby bro was a good photographer. nyah ha ha*

Ok, dad's literally spanking my ass, urging me to STOP going on the net and start moving. (I refuse to leave the internet to go to the new house) :(

Til I see you next time, take care peeps!

.musing about conferring.

2009-06-05T00:16:00.005+01:00

Hola peeps!

I've so many things to deal with right now, daym.

Wait, that's not a good way to start a post.

Sorry! So, yesterday was THE Conferring Day. Ya know, the day we get the scroll and declare the I solemnly stuff. Thank God I did not trip and fall. Nyah ha ha. Instead of being interested watching a parade of new graduands going up the stage to receive their scrolls, I had a blast looking at all stilettos. A parade of beautiful stilettos, indeed. Sorry guys, your shoes looked all the same.

Had lots of photos taken but I don't know anymore who's cameras were those. But who cares. After the ceremony, we went to an Indian Restaurant in town to celebrate our day. (Now I'm full and therefore I'm lazy - they didn't come up with lazy like a pig without a reason ya know!)

So here are a few photos of the day:

*Introducing, Dr TGIS*

*Me receiving one of the scrolls*

*Partner in crime & I*

*With the girlfriends*

*With the guyfriends*

*The knuckle-less Doraemon aka baby bro & I*

*Baby bro gave me the most insincere hug he could muster - just look at his face! bwah ha ha*

*My koko & I (koko = big brother) - I kinda love this shot*

Oklah. Need to take care a few stuff. Some documents need to be signed. Have to finish packing because am planning to move out this weekend. And tonight (it's midnight-ish at the mo), am going to attend the graduation ball. Le sigh and I'm freaking tired right now.

Good night (or good morning) peeps!

.musing on a night like this.

2009-06-03T02:01:00.001+01:00

*ahem, I'm talking about my Conferring Dinner, not THAT kind of night, perv! :P kidding. love yous!*

So, hola peeps! How was your night? I had a GREAT night. How can Conferring Dinner night not be great right? The best speech ever from the *ahem* so-called good looking (?) class rep, P Diddy (and yes, he called himself exactly that). I almost cried during his speech. I'm sentimental like that. I mean, who would have thought that five (bloody - literally) years have gone by, just like that? *insert Frank Sinatra's Gone with the wind here* Great company at our table, great food, great environment. What's more to ask for, right? Too bad some people are just not good at taking nice photos that our most of our photos turned out to be either blurry or not in good frames. Ah well. And the first thing this one consultant who was assigned to sit at our table told us upon arriving at the table was:

Guys, now that you graduated medical school, next step is to focus on relationships. Trust me, it's hard work. It was hard to work at relationships during those busy school years with study and all. It's going to be harder now that you guys are going to start working.

And have babies - it's going to be tiring to raise kids as you grow older. What? You don't want to have babies??

What? Have you not learned the lesson yet? That medical school is not all about learning how to save lives? Now you have :)

Anyways, before we get to the photos of the night, let me tell you on story that happened to me this afternoon.

I love summer dresses. I really do. But Irish weather rarely let me wear summer dresses (even during the summer). Oh my gawd, you're never safe if you don't bring umbrella around with you. It can be THAT bad. FYI, I only wear summer dresses during vacation. Anyhow, this afternoon, the weather was all hot and sunny and less windy than usual, that I decided to wear my very cute summer dress to town.

I had to go to the college to get robe, graduation ball tickets and all the shenanigans that were to be done, before 4pm. Partner in crime and I got off the bus and walked to this one cloth alteration shop close to our college. At that time, I was telling her about this one hot walking aphrodisiac that I saw in Paris (too bad he was with his girlfriend and I was with my parents or else. Well, we shall leave it at just that). I was very animated while telling the story that out of nowhere came this one big black dog running towards us, that we screamed like sissies. I bet drivers on the road peed in the pants laughing at us. The dog was huge ok! Well, maybe not THAT huge, it's just that he was jumping up and down and I was wearing my cute summer dress, remember?

What, you don't get it? Well, you just have to live with that because I am definitely not going to put a vlog to demonstrate to you peeps how I screamed like a sissy.Of all days, why would a dog came running towards me on THE day I chose to wear my summer dress? Le sigh.

Now, it's time for photos, peeps.

*Amy, that's the skimpy black dress I was talking about =P So skimpy that I tried hard to stay away from the consultants LOL So sue me for feeling great in that dress. ahah. (the use of the word skimpy here means that the dress was too short to be seen by the consultants in hospitals I'm going to work at in the future or in shorter definition, inappropriate ahaha)*

*The Wallis & friends - and no, I'm not The Wallis.*

*We go around the world in RCSI*

Ah well. One event down, gazillion more to go. Wish me luck. That smile can be tiresome to pull throughout the night you know. ~~what the hell, did I just give myself a compliment?~~

Oh, and before I forget,

Sis, Happy Birthday. p.s I don't need a new heart.

Ok lah peeps. Need to catch up with real life. Til next time, take good care!