Its 10 pm. Im alone in the doctor's room just outside the surgical wards. Soon the bleeps will start coming as the nurses finish their change-over and start the drug-rounds. I hope there wouldn't be too many lines to be put in, or drugcharts to be re-written. Or a patient suddenly deciding to start rigoring with a temperature of 38.9'C, or having an acute onset of dyspnoea or chest pain. I hope the nurses wont suddenly realize at 12 midnight that an 90 year old man had not been passing urine since morning and expect me to put a catheter in at that ungodly hour. But somehow this is what happens usually. And it usually happens after I've walked all the way to the rez which is ridiculously far away from the wards, changed and put my head on the pillow, getting ready to catch whatever sleep I can. I would've been pacing around the wards for an hour or two waiting for jobs to be done before I get up to the rez- sometimes there wouldn’t be much, nope, not until I all the way across to the other end of the hospital, THEN they decided to bleep me to get something done.

It's funny how things are not what they seem. For instance, this afternoon... i was called to the male wards to put up an IV line for this 78 yr old patient. His veins were popping out almost the size of my pinkie. they were huge. Plus he was a very skinny man. I didn't even think for a second about not getting a line in. But to both our horror(esp. his, the poor man) i couldn't get it in!...not even after 4 times trying!!! the poor, poor man, he was very patient. and i was so frustrated!! i mean his veins were bulging for goodness's sakes. About not more than 5 minutes later, i was bleeped from the female ward. Another line. This time a 38 yr old woman. She was quite on the plump side, with horribly thready veins (when you actually find on beneath all the fat! i'm mean). But i had the line in before she even had time to wince at the contact of needle on skin. It was so weird....i still feel guilty about that first man...i don't know what went wrong..:/
i mean if it was a bet, i'd bet all my money that the first line woul be the successful one, but heck, it shows how things can be totally the opposite of what your first impression of them is.

I was watching this show on tv at a friend's house the other night, can't remember what it was called, but it was sort of like a documentary where this man was testing the driving skills of this other guy while the latter was high on grass. it was hilarious. First he made the guy drive sober, he had to do all the works, 3 point turning, side parking etc. Then he had to repeat everything while he was high on the mota - i don't know how doped up he was...but he looked out-of-it enough! hehe. i mean, the guts of that other guy to even be in the car while the guy was driving high on marijuana! hehehe..he even commented that the guy did a better job parking while he was high compared to when he was sober.hehehehee

but he's married...!

how do you respond to the flirtations of a married man? how do you know that the remarks of a married man is flirtatious? i mean, to me, whatever i consider flirty from a single man, i consider the same with a married one. or, since he is bethrothed to another, would it be considered more inappropriate? or would it be considered even less harmless than the flirtatious remarks of a single man because he is married?
it's mind boggling isn't it?

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i was surfing the ukm website today, and came across the postgraduate programmes. there it was: Masters of Medicine (Radiology). i almost emailed the dean there and then, it just felt right. but something held me back. i don't know what it was. maybe it's because i was using the hospital email, or more probably i wasn't sure. sigh. i'll get there.

got home from work about an hour and a half ago. i was told to head off early by the reg 'cos there wasn't much to do today. could've gone off earlier, but would've felt guilty. although it was an incredibly eventless day right after lunchtime.
feeling quite pissed at the moment about the gas bill. that silly woman from the renting office still says the bill was correct, but i just had a look at the meter again and it was not what was printed on the bill. i'm sure they got it wrong. that, or i'm not reading the meter correctly. but there isn't any other way to read it i'm sure! if only they would get their silly asses down here and read it right now and prove me right. argh. it's just bugging me at the moment.
to top that, there are just too many things on my mind right now. do i get the car, or the new notebook first? can't actually get both at the same time 'cos i'd definitely be flat broke if i were to do that. and if i were to get the car first i would have the license and the insurance to sort out first and i'd have to go down to cork for that. that would need me to miss a day of work, which i wouldn't like to do especially when mr.waldron comes back. can u see the dilemma there?
and i were to get the computer first, i can't make up my mind to whether get a Dell, or an Apple Mac. apparently mac is making a comeback...but hey, what do i know. i'm stupid that way.
spent an hour in the library after lunch at work 'cos did not have anything to do. was surfing the net at Malaysia Central
and came across a few blogs of fellow malaysians. some were pleasantly amusing and interesting. woud've liked to know these bloggers personally, 'cos they have such interesting thoughts and ideas.
oops, 'Home and Away' is on!
later!!

brandon's new look

** dig the T-shirt AND the moustache! :D

listening to:
3 Doors Down - Here Without You
Imogen Heap - Come Here Boy
Badly Drawn Boy - The Shining
Phantom Planet - California

mes petits amis

i was watching 'stand by me' for the god-knows-how-many time the other night, and it made me think of my own childhood friends. it made me realise the importance of these friendships in the shaping of who and what i am today, among other things.

primary school, my first experience of having a 'clique'. they were some of the best friends i've ever had. Marissa and Catherene were the closest to me. and we were always childishly proud to the fact that our names were 'unique' - marissa being spelt with 2 S's, catherene spelt with an E instead of an I, and my name being anelia instead of amelia. stupid, i know, but hey, we were 10 for crying out loud, and somehow that fact strengthened our friendship - as if it was fate that 3 girls with unusually spelt names would be best pals. hahaha..
you know how the desks in school were, where you can pull up the top of the desk and there is sort of like a drawer underneath? we used to sit in class while a lesson is going on with a copy of a 'sweet dreams' or a 'sweet valley high' novel stuck between our lap and the desk drawer, furtively glancing down now and again to read the novel and almost oblivious to whatever lessons that were going on at that time. we even started our own novel, using a school exercise book and wrapping its cover up with white paper and pasting pictures of 3 pretty models on it. those would be the main characters of the book - US. each of us would take the book home for two days two write a few paragraphs and pass it then on to the next girl to continue. we would each write it in a fashion that it would be our own character is the heroine of the book, and not the other 2 girls. it was hilarious. but it was so much fun.
we were brownies. i was an Elf, Cat was a Fairy i think, and Mars may have been a Pixie. we were in the rhythmic gymnastic junior team together. we spend hours talking on the phone. we gang up on each other during fights. we had our parents send us to the movies to watch michael j. fox in 'back to the future', then get sundaes in mcdonald's and tease each other about the boys we liked.we get to class late from recess. we passed notes in class. we whispered and giggled a lot dring lessons.we were the cheekiest girls in school. 3 years later i was sent to a boarding school. and we lost touch.
i have no idea where they are now. last i heard was that catherene was sent to a boarding school in new zealand and that marissa is now a medical doctor too.
it would be nice to see them again.

i just found out that jonathan rhys myers still lives in Cork! interesting....

swoon...!

**guys, if johnny depp can look this good at 40, you have absolutely no excuses.

songs of the moment:
When I Get You Alone - Thicke
White Flag - Dido
Familiar - Incubus
Where Is the Love - the Black-Eyed Peas