Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am back in Dunedin for the weekend. Although 6 hours bus trip forth and back may not be pleasing, at least I can get out from the hospital, get away from Brian, get out from the doctors and be normal again! WooHOO~~

I hate the way my doc asks me questions. They are not brain-frying difficult, they are just......... plain silly.
Doc: So, how are you going to deal with this baby?
Me: Barium swallow ( a radio active liquid that will show up the contour and shape of the food passage when you swallow it.)
Doc: Good. How are you going to do that?
Me: er....?? What do you mean? Give the liquid to him and ask him to drink?
Doc: No.
Me: Ar......er....

Dead silence for 2 minutes and the rest of team conveniently looked away and shut their mouths. Great. That's helpful.

Doc : (finally). Put it in a bottle and give it to him!
Me: ......*@)(*#@*#()@*#)@(*#()@*#)@

There are many occasions that I got humiliated due to the inability to think like him. Fair enough those answers are no brainers, but C'MON, there are more intelligent questions to ask, aren't they. Oh well...

During my way to the bus station, I chatted with this Maori taxi driver. He left the North for 30 years just because he hates being Maori, dissatisfied with his culture of strong family bond and the encouragement of marrying another Maori. Most of the Maori I came across love their family and have strong ties with their people, this one is an exception. I feel sorry for him. If you don't appreciate your origin, experiencing identity crisis is inevitable. I am proud to be Chinese, and will certainly go back to my own country one day. It's good to die in your own familiar place.....

Got my Chanel eye shadows and HR mascara today. Weee~ Will try them on tomorrow. I have been such an obedient girl lately. Since the incidence of almost getting drowned in my own clothes when my clothes rack fell on me, I haven't bought a single piece of fabric since. *BlusH* I think I am suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. That experience was indeed traumatizing.




Been talking with Dr. K about life as a doctor. He said I should be proud in what I am doing now. I suppose there is pros and cons working in the medical world. Well, I am not a good fighter, I got satisfied easily, and is lousy in competing with the rest. I take my time off when I feel like it, and work harder if I think I need it. That's the thing. In Medicine, you have to fight constantly to make sure that you are on top of everyone, to be able to survive with pride and dignity.Ok, that's a bit OVER the top. Put it this way, you have to be better than your colleagues to be respected. I don't really care. Too much work. It's not important to be the superior one because everyone excels in different areas, so why the fuss? If only Brian will understand this concept and stop trying to trip me down subconsciously to make himself look better. See? Medical ppl is just subnormal! Don't don't don't date doctors if you want to lead a normal life. HAHA. Just kidding. I have to support my own people, I supposed.

Been wandering off the street aimlessly. It's good to lie there doing nothing for the day. It's a pleasure, it's a priviledge.

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