MY LIFE WOULD SUCK WITHOUT YOU...

That is the title of Kelly Clarkson's song by the way. But it suits my current mood anyhow.

I suddenly remembered that I had not visited my blog in a long time.

A really long, long time.

As a final year student, I was pretty much devoted to my blog. My Neopets. My online chat sessions with my best buds.

Now 2 years on, priorities have changed. I'm a regular career woman in love with my job, with my significant other and my life. Maybe not so much with life as there are full of what-ifs. Lots of fears about the future.

Mostly about whether the people in my life would be supportive of my life's aspirations. I've worked so hard to reach where I am. But yet I keep on having this nagging fear that my gender is a hindrance. Hence the double effort. I'll be panda-eyeing myself again with all my beloved textbooks soon.

My field is really my passion. My friend quipped that day, "Hey why are you keeping those pictures? You should be keeping pics of your significant other".

To which I answered, "Yes, I have pictures of both".

I feel for my patients, always reading up to refreshen/upgrade on the latest management options. Is this called "youthful dedication"? Or my "true calling"?

In today's world have we shifted from "Behind every successful man, is a supportive woman" to "Beside every successful man, is a supportive woman"?

I love you both.

A MEMOIR...

I suddenly remembered that I hadn't blogged for a long time.

A really long time.

I thought hard about what I wanted to blog about. Or rather what I wanted to type in my weblog, since I'm not really issue-orientated in my writings.

1,2,3........99 seconds, 100 seconds....

Still a big blank about what to type.

My life, like 99% of the Earth's population is so set in routine. How on earth was I ever gonna write a memoir?

Yes, I've been fiddling with the idea of writing a memoir. It all started when I was rummaging thru Mom's bedroom for the handphone charger. That was when I saw it.

Like a bee to honey, I savoured the latest issue of Reader's Digest. There was one that stood in particular - a guide for regular people like you and me on writing our own memoirs.

I'm inspired.

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UPDATED 20/03/2009

A fairly recent picture of myself taken by my sister using her mobile phone:



I love the way sis did up this picture. Am really missing her; it feels kinda strange without her in the house.
In case you are wondering, she has gone to the Land of Oz for further studies.

Thank you sis, I love you loads.

AND THEN IT HITS YOU...

I took a much needed break to recuperate at home. Just one day but I feel better already.This coming week will be my last week in Orthopaedics and then I'll be moving on to my final rotation in Paediatrics.

I'm in a self-pitying mood over the past week.

Myself and 3 other girls accompanied this colleague of mine, Nicca to her bridal fitting in. The four of us wished we were her. Fay fell in love with one of Nicca's wedding gowns; it is a green tube dress with a layered flared skirt. Fay tried it on, lamenting that she would need to loose 10pounds to squeeze into it. I had always scoffed at how they depict ladies getting misty-eyed in the movies whenever they accompanied their gal pal to the bridal fitting in. But shamelessly such feelings did exist. It didn't help that this month and next month, I have received quite a number of invitations to wedding receptions.




At least I feel better now after talking to my childhood buddy, Rose via MSN.

It is a universal fear. I laugh not anymore at mag articles/movies about women and their ticking clocks.

Rose and I are talking about a possible vacation together to Bali.  I googled up "the best time to visit Bali". Apparently that would be around May till August when rain is the lightest. A few days soaking up the sun, going for massages, eating good food, taking in the sights. That sounds like paradise.

On another note, I'm now the proud owner of an Orient watch, from the Fashionable Automatic series.



Mine has a red dial and black straps. Thank you dear.