September 13th, 2005
gimme a break
<p><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">Dawn does yoga, Leo climbs mountains, Joshua rides his mountain bike, Marlene's got her crafts, Aicee's enrolled in gym class, Markang does aikido, Peewee does capoeira, Christine's got her sketches, my dormmate dances jazz, my blockmate's <em>roommate's</em> taking belly dancing lessons... While I'm at the bluddy hospital, day in and day out, taking clinical histories and examining patients, poking needles up their arms, retracting open body cavities, dealing with disagreeable stuff (blood, pus, tumors, viscera, viruses, etc.), and even more disagreeable people. Ok, so I watch Korean flicks, surf the net, read, write, eat, sleep and drink lots of coffee and C2 (which I discovered only recently). But that's basically my life as it is, no more, no less. And lately, I've been wanting to do something different... something exciting, but not of the medical kind (had to put in that qualifier, since we <em>do</em> get a lot of excitement this side of the world!). Something artsy-fartsy perhaps... one that will get the <em>other</em> cerebral hemisphere working.</font></p>
<p><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">At the least, something that will get me out of the hospital, and break the routine of medical school.</font></p>
<p><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">Got any ideas? </font><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">Don't wanna cross-stitch, nor cook though (I'm currently watching <a href="http://www.imbc.com/tv/drama/propose/index.html" target="_blank">Delicious Proposal</a>, and all the food there is just making me hungry <img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/lick.gif" border="0" />, not really piquing my interest in cookery. <img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/chef.gif" border="0" />
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<p><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">* * * * *<br /></font><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">I received an sms at 6:40 am <img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/shock.gif" border="0" />, asking for an assist at the OR. I was barely awake then, since I don't officially have to be in the hospital until 7 am. So I had to rush through my morning rituals, including taking a bath (of course!), but only to have my wet hair crammed into a surgeon's cap for the next 3 hrs... And now, IT'S FLAT! The ends are sticking out though, owing to some persistent disulfide bridges; and there's this pesky lock of hair, sticking out to the side, like Astroboy's, <img height="30" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/aggiepie/astroboy.jpg" width="30" border="0" />which I can't tie in a ponytail, since my hair's short now. Not that I regret having had my curls chopped off; in fact, <strong>having my hair cut short was one of the most liberating things I've ever done in my entire life </strong>(I'm such a chicken!).</font></p>
<p><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">Bad hair days are here to stay, whether one's hair is long and curly, or short and straigh-<em>ish</em>. </font><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">I'm just gonna have it fixed when I shift out of the OR-procedure/assist-surfeited general surgery service and into bloody (quite literally!) trauma with its post-duty status.</font></p>
<p><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">But during the shifting out/in, I'll be on duty Saturday AND Sunday... for 48 hours, straight!!!! <img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/sour.gif" border="0" /></font></p>
<p><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">I need a break. Not just a kitkat. Though I wouldn't mind a kitkat for now. <img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/innocent.gif" border="0" /></font></p>
<p><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">* * * * *<br /></font><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">Dawn and Chatch are free for a movie/coffee/chat this weekend, Phoebe's dvd player is finally fixed for our long overdue K-fest, and Ethel's coming home... how could I possibly fit in my social life into my crazy schedule!??!! <img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/hypno.gif" border="0" /></font></p>
<p><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">* * * * *<br /></font><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">I received the following email: Whew! ----- really does like you on Friendster... You put yourself on the line, risked it all and it has paid off richly. Damn Cute Boy (not his real name) has accepted your invitation to be Friendsters!" <img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/rasp.gif" border="0" /></font></p>
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<p><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">* * * * *<br /></font><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">I received an sms at 6:40 am <img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/shock.gif" border="0" />, asking for an assist at the OR. I was barely awake then, since I don't officially have to be in the hospital until 7 am. So I had to rush through my morning rituals, including taking a bath (of course!), but only to have my wet hair crammed into a surgeon's cap for the next 3 hrs... And now, IT'S FLAT! The ends are sticking out though, owing to some persistent disulfide bridges; and there's this pesky lock of hair, sticking out to the side, like Astroboy's, <img height="30" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/aggiepie/astroboy.jpg" width="30" border="0" />which I can't tie in a ponytail, since my hair's short now. Not that I regret having had my curls chopped off; in fact, <strong>having my hair cut short was one of the most liberating things I've ever done in my entire life </strong>(I'm such a chicken!).</font></p>
<p><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">Bad hair days are here to stay, whether one's hair is long and curly, or short and straigh-<em>ish</em>. </font><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">I'm just gonna have it fixed when I shift out of the OR-procedure/assist-surfeited general surgery service and into bloody (quite literally!) trauma with its post-duty status.</font></p>
<p><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">But during the shifting out/in, I'll be on duty Saturday AND Sunday... for 48 hours, straight!!!! <img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/sour.gif" border="0" /></font></p>
<p><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">I need a break. Not just a kitkat. Though I wouldn't mind a kitkat for now. <img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/innocent.gif" border="0" /></font></p>
<p><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">* * * * *<br /></font><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">Dawn and Chatch are free for a movie/coffee/chat this weekend, Phoebe's dvd player is finally fixed for our long overdue K-fest, and Ethel's coming home... how could I possibly fit in my social life into my crazy schedule!??!! <img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/hypno.gif" border="0" /></font></p>
<p><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">* * * * *<br /></font><font face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="1">I received the following email: Whew! ----- really does like you on Friendster... You put yourself on the line, risked it all and it has paid off richly. Damn Cute Boy (not his real name) has accepted your invitation to be Friendsters!" <img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/rasp.gif" border="0" /></font></p>