Sunday, September 13

broken bridge

raya is making itself apparent at an alarmingly quick pace. i'm not sure if i'm even ready to welcome it. everyone's excited. all are preparing with their fancy dresses and scrumptious kuihs. i keep telling myself that it's just another 24 hours that i have to get through.
*is it crazy if i say that i'd much rather spend raya hanging around the LnD then go to my grandpa's house?*
hmmm...mum would never allow it anyway.

well, i'll just have to bring along ten teachers to pass the time. *yeah right* ok fine, i'll pay a visit to digital mall and load me some DVDs.

Ob/Gyn is coming along fine. now on-calls are more about hanging out and chatting with the hos (haha. hoes. haha) rather than doing procedures. i blame it on the lack of females with gravid uterus in the LnD. post 09/09/09, they only trickle in rather than the usual gush we're used to.

the doctors keep reminding us how we're supposed to go have fun now that we're still students. not go on-calling here and there. they keep reminding us of our 'bright' future as housemen. they keep saying 'kalau aku jadi korang, aku da balik da'. that's not very encouraging, no? sigh... now remind me again why i quit that accounting course.


"all my rooms are filled with musty dust
time has taken all that i possess
i never know if to laugh or to scream
to hate or to believe"