Thursday, February 23, 2006

so the 28 km canoeing marathon turned out to be a killer.
it'll always be a memory of achievement.
sin teck suggested K1 next year?
provided i can even get my butt in it.
HAHA.


scrubbed up alone with dr B for a THBSO today.
so poor thing. the surgeons will only flood his theatre when he's doing MIS cases..
how practical.

anyway he was commenting that i'll be a good scrub nurse for private practice.. HAHA. i might consider it after my bond and after (if i could) my degree.
how i long to study overseas for fun and to experience living away from home.
though i hate to say how homesick i'll be.. but still yeah!
you only live once.
and you dont do what you really wanna do now, you might never have the chance to do it.
like how much i wanna join the UN to help out in mission trips and stuff.
or how much i wanna be a medic, so that i could be deploy to third world places to make their world better.
BUT on the other hand, i wanna get married to the guy i'm madly in love with and have kids. and pets maybe.

but for now, i'm just suffice with the way things are.
i get to work, row, play, have fun, hang out with the girls and date.

(i dont know what i'm blabbering about.. anyway...)


dr T came later to help dr B. and then i dont know how we got started or whatever.. dr T was saying actually girls like older men.
i guess it's true in a way cause they're financially more stable.
then he said 'yeah, young boys bring you to hawker centres, mcdonald's but we can bring you to hotel.'
me:???
dr B ' which hotel? hotel 81 is it? you cheapo.'
dr T 'no i meant fullerton to eat...'
me: ......

you all can never imagine how talkative and gossip-y surgeons really are.
they're probably only human afterall.
they amuse and irritate me.





i envy her so. it's sinful.