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I had to break bad news. :O

So the patient came in.
Then I forgot to ask her what she knows about HIV.
So I pretty much just told her she got HIV la kay.
Cos I dahm kelam kabut.
Then she asked me for the report.
I blanked. "Huh. I don't have it"
*pause*
Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet why did I say that!? Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaammit!

Then she berdrama about not wanting to believe it until I gave her the report so I had to go pretend to take it and give it to her.
(Die. Sure kena hentam tmr wtf)
Then she read it.
Then hor.
She.
tore.
it.
up.
:O
(after the whole thing Sister Teoh was like 'remind me to tell her not to tear up her real reports')
Then after that I had to berdrama la.
ALOT.
I understand how you feel...
I know this is not what you want to hear...
I can imagine how difficult it is for you to accept...
You must know that me, the doctor, the entire medical team related to your case will be there with you every step of the way. You are not alone...
LOL.
Funneh.
But she said my reassurance was very good.
HAH!
WHO SAID I INSENSITIVE TOWARDS PATIENTS FEELINGS?!
muahaha.
But Sister Teoh was right la.
I am glad I got chosen for the stupid video taping.
AT LEAST I now know...NEVER tell your patients you dont have the freaking lab report.
-___-
Ok Imma go do something unproductive now. :D
~toodles.
:p
~vid~
I'm tired.
BUT, tmr last day at Gombak. Yesssssssssssssss. :D
Dammit laaaaaa Thursday got that stupid HIV video taping thing.
I hope I get to break bad news. *prays*
I don't want to readddddddddd all that stuff about confidentiality tests and what not.
*grumbles*
IMU IS EVIL.
And I still have my GP essay to do.
Apparently have to pass up this week wtf.
Eh wait. Hold on I go renew my library book.
...
K done.
Yes. My GP essay.
The role of GP's in preventive medicine.
-__-
Any more boring la kan.
Daaaaaammit laaaaaaaaa I have that video taping on Thursday. *wails*

Can I not go?
Can ar can ar?
Would they blacklist me??
*sad face*
p.s. Gay guys are hot.
p.s.2. Emo guys are hotter.
p.s.3. Emo does NOT equal Lala.
p.s.4. I am NOT unrestrained. wtf.
I is a panda.
Pandas are criminal minded.
Me like. :D

~vid~
HI!
Yes yes I haven't been updating.

BUT I have very good reasons, kay!
Reason 1 : We went to Ampang on Thursday for GP posting and when I came back I was superrrr tired.
Reason 2 : Was knocked out whole of Friday 'cos was first day (totm). If you don't understand that, then awwwww..I'm not explaining it to you. Go google totm.
Reason 3 : I'm working on finishing up a story. Most of the past 3 days have been devoted to that.
Seeeee...I really had no time to blog. :(
O YA O YA! Verdasco won some final!
Some AAMI final or something. Dunno. Not sure. I'm not a tennis fan. I just love Verdasco.
:D
Anywayyy..Australian Open starting soon..guess I'll watch that, if only to see Fed lose. :D
(don't kill me)

:p
Right.
So I'm going to put up a story challenge here.
Dos and Don'ts as follows:
Requirements :
1. Must be a one-shot
2. Must include the following words :
- Spongebob
- banana
- Japanese
- enchanted
- accounting
- do re mi
- pickle juice
- dead iguanas
3. Must include a homo couple (doesn't matter gay or les)
4. Must include 8 idioms
5. The entire story must take place within the time span of one week.
6. Must include at least one flashback.
7. Must include the 7 colours of the rainbow.
8. Main character must be a small child.
NO :
1. Deaths in the story.
2. Emo pms-ing girls.
3. Describing a character's facial features.
4. Numbers at all. Not even spelt out numbers.
5. Words like huh/right/but/ok/okay/uhm/erm/er/uhh, etc.
6. Making faces.
[credits to Jea Mie for the challenge]
I hereby open this challenge to everyone who reads this blog. :D
Go write story then lemme read kay?
p.s. Do you know HOW difficult it is to write a story without EVER using the word BUT?!
*headdesk*

I'll blog more sometime soon la.
Maybe tmr. After my Gombak visit.
AHHHHH. Have to wake up at 5.30 wtf.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Holidays at IMU will be the death of me, I tell you.
Pfft.
~vid~
Cos my life has become sad to the extent that I have to blog about my GP posting to keep this blog going. :D
Day 2
We were late.
Whoops.
Read up a few really confusing articles about Family Medicine.
Did you know you need to do postgrad to become a GP!?
Wth, might as well specialise la liddat!
Ze doc, who is insanely nice btw - I think I mentioned this before, has decided I should go into the medico-legal field.
And gave me some lecture about how I should do medicine for myself (not for parents), or otherwise quit completely.
All because I opened my big mouth and told her my lifelong dream was to do law.
-__-
Right anyway, we were talking about exams, and she realised we were very last minute people, and she freaked out when we told her our finals was in June.
To be honest I have no idea when EOS 5 is.
O_O
Anyway, she panicked...SO NOW, we have afternoons off to *ahem* study for EOS5 at home.
:D
Day 3
Reached ONE minute early.
Hah! :D
Was supposed to read more articles, but zomg this medical people write in SUCH long winded sentences...
*headdesk*
Skimmed thru the articles, gossiped alot.
They have this really cool blood testing machine thingy at the clinic. Can do blood count, etc immediately.
No need send to lab.
Tres cool. :D
Came back at 12.
Slept most of the afternoon cos went to sleep at 4am prev...cos had to read up stuff on family med, and I only started reading at 1am cos I was hooked on Fifa.
-__-
Which reminds me!
I has to go do my family genogram now.
*cries*
Nah.
Updated.
My blog is NOT dead. Don't abandon it.
~vid~
"I'll make you fall in love with medicine"
GP posting started today.
Was a bit slow. Only one patient. -.-"
But our doctor is super nice.
Like impossibly nice, and she doesn't care if we make mistakes or appear incompetent.
Quite fun la :D
We has a tutor :D
"Where got people teach for free?"
"That's the thing with doctors. They protect their own."
Still hung up on medico-legal tho.
:D
I miss my mommie panda.
Vineeth Sreenivasan is cute-ish.
Good to know the next gen of malayalam actors are very easy on the eyes ;)
~vid~
Because I'm not depressed anymore :D
Actually I am, but the intensity has lessened.
:D
This is how the conversation started :
(keep in mind that Samir and Isha are characters and not real people)
vid says:
i like stories about gay guys
ĵ ме * ••• [ 媚 ] says:
good
samir shud be gay
vid says:
why
isha's not a guy
ĵ ме * ••• [ 媚 ] says:
so
who said samir liked isha
vid says:
me
im writing the story
-__-
ĵ ме * ••• [ 媚 ] says:
well
then i dont like ur story
vid says:
and you would like my story if my main character was gay?
-__-
ĵ ме * ••• [ 媚 ] says:
liddat only interesting mar
vid says:
then wat would i do with the girl?
theres no point in having a girl in a gay love story
-_-
ĵ ме * ••• [ 媚 ] says:
tats the point la
she didnt know he was gay
so she went all the way to canada for him
then she found out
hes gay
vid says:
but but
thats like dahm potong stim laaaaa
ĵ ме * ••• [ 媚 ] says:
tat would make a good story
girl meets boy boy meets girl fall in love happily ever after so old school
vid says:
so the ending would be?
hes gay and she comes back heartbroken?
they dont fall in love and live happily ever after la
dont assume
-_-
ĵ ме * ••• [ 媚 ] says:
no
hes gay
she be les wif the gay's sis
vid says:
ewwwwwwww
Our minds work in weird ways.
:D
~vid~
Something I stole from a friend,
“here’s to all the girls who used to be his number one. here’s to all of you who looked at your phone every single second to see if it was ringing, even when it was on vibrate. The one’s who went through a sour breakup, only to have him walk back into your life a few months later. Every girl who hoped and prayed for things to turn out right, only to have then turn completely wrong. here’s to all those girls who got the hottest guy & realized the hot ones aren’t always the best. sometimes you have to think outside of “looks.” here’s to all those girls who sat on the couch and watched the same movie for the umpteenth time only because it reminded you of him. To all of you who have had to walk down a hallway and act like you didn’t even remember him. here’s to all us girls who have fell back in love with the same boy who make you do all of this.”
— another love; another fairytale
I'm over it, I'm over it.
But it still hurts every once in awhile, to know that I almost had it all.
I'm in denial.
I refuse to acknowledge what is happening in my life right now.
I refuse to blog about it.
And keeping it all bottled up inside is taking a toll on my creative juices (the measly amount that I used to have la anyway).
I might not be blogging as much as I used to,
simply because I'm becoming increasingly depressed and I don't want this blog to reflect that.
Pray for me, will you?
That things may take a turn for the better,
and that one day soon I will finally be able to smile genuinely again instead of forcing emotions for the sake of peace.
~vid~
From Wikipedia, for those of you who are unfamiliar with the idiom :
Carrot and stick (also "carrot or stick") is an idiom that refers to a policy of offering a combination of rewards and punishment to induce behavior. Some claim that this usage of phrase is erroneous, and that in fact comes from the figure of a carrot on a stick. In this case, the driver would tie a carrot on a string to a long stick and dangle it in front of the donkey, just out of its reach. As the donkey moved forward to get the carrot, it pulled the cart and the driver so that the carrot would always remain out of reach.

I see a carrot.
Its so near I can almost reach out and touch it.
And yet, yet.
Someone up there seems to enjoy toying with me, for no matter how near it seems to be, the carrot is always, always just a little bit out of reach.
I'm going to break my back one day, stretching out for what I've always wanted.

Give me a break, will you?
~vid~
I have alot to say.
Mostly alot of ranting, but I have no idea where to start...so I guess I just..wont? rant I mean.
Saves you all the trouble of reading my whining :)
I'm selected for the BS video thing.
*insert onion-emoticon-whacking-gingerbread-man-with-slipper here*
IMU. is. stupid.
I've cursed myself a million times over for ever deciding to enter IMU.
I hate the place.
Sue me.
I need an escape route.
Sigh.
There was once upon a time when I swore I would never leave, no matter what, but I just can't take it anymore.
I need to get away.
Christian Bale is hot.
I decided to wear my three-inch heels to MidValley today in my endeavor to attain super toned calves.
I did NOT bargain on having to trip around the whole of MV and Gardens for SEVEN freaking hours.
Bloody effing painful.
Serves me right for not wearing sensible shoes. But no pain no gain right?
When the people you've loved more than anything for the past nineteen years start treating you as though you don't matter, its easy to lose faith in yourself.
I'm tired of people merajuking with me.
The next person who merajuks with me, whether for fun or for real is going to get slapped.
~vid~