1+1=2

I’m finally done with sickening hospital attachments. Not that I dread it a lot. It was just such a hassle waking up so early to face arduous traffic jams and annoying drivers. Besides, I’ve had first hand experience when it comes to government servants who don’t know how to keep time .. go figure.

Yes, the hospital has taught me a lot indeed. I’m very impressed with the pharmacists there, especially the ward pharmacists. They seem to be a walking drug handbook themselves. With such vast knowledge, it’s felt really grateful having someone to look up to and knowing you’d be a walking drug book yourself in the future. Just name a drug and they’ll tell you EVERYTHING regarding it. I didn’t feel particularly comfortable though being in the ward for obvious reasons. The hospital I was attached to was old, run down and HOT.

Everyday was a battle to keep yourself dry and odor free

It was also quite saddening to see patients battling various diseases, but that’s the price you pay to be a healthcare professional. The worst was the hospice department. You literally see people just waiting for their times up.

Life has to go on ….

On a happier note, I’ve got good news for all. In regards to my previous post (and thanks for the comments), I decided to take the plunge and date him anyway. I guess it’s better to have loved than not love at all. I’m just going to focus on the ‘now’ and worry about the future later. Things are going EXTREMELY well between us. Funny thing is, this is the first time I’m seeing someone who’s younger than me.

Love really does make you feel wonderful

Question 01

Here’s something to ask yourself:

Would you have a relationship with someone whom you know will be leaving the country soon (eg: in 5 months) to pursue his/her education or to work, and you know the both of you are very into each other and is let’s say 90% compatible with each other?

Would you choose for temporary happiness, having loved and be loved rather than miss it totally OR not pursue the relationship be spared from heartache but knowing things might have worked out wonderfully?

Opinions?

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Last night’s adventure was SO New Years Eve revisited! cue:puke

The highly anticipated revamp of Frangipani didn’t really excite me. Honestly, I preferred the pre-renovated look. I the only thing merciful about the new look was the abundant space it had to offer. No more old crowded Frangipani it used to be. I don’t understand the rationale of having a ‘non-smoking’ area when it is not sealed off from the smoking area? I mean, smoke will definitely permeate the entire expanse of Frangipani, so if you’re not a first hand smoker, you’ll get a whammy from second hand smoke.

Another star for more sitting places to indulge in chatter. Oh and lovely cushions too

I didn’t handle my drinks well last night … the long island tea had the last laugh. I should have stopped drinking in the car when I knew I had enough. Did I? NO

I woke up to an unfamiliar place … how on earth did I end up here? I glanced to my right and there was CJ sleeping. The worse part was I don’t even remember leaving Frangipani. The last I recalled was that I puked pretty badly in the toilets of Frangi.

Even stranger, my shirt and pants was totally different.

NO, get your head out of the gutter. Nothing happened and I’m damn sure about that. It was just a crazy night. Gosh, I got to stop drinking like a fish (but that’s what we all say)

Shocking

The Triad

Stress, Anger and Depression is all starting to bite me in the ass latelyThere’s just too much to do with too little time and too many obstacles – which explains a bit on my blogging absence

CNY was great, well, at least the red packets was substantial enough to cover for the majority of my spending in February. University wasn’t as half merciful with tons of work and stress levels shooting up daily. I’ve lost it partially. I feel trapped inside. They who say the higher semesters are more relaxed are sinning BIG TIME. Phooey!

A close friend has left for Singapore already, partially spelling the end of my social life in the gay circle perhaps? I don’t know what changes awaits me. The party was good, my cake was better – I had to salvage two pieces for my mom. The most ironic part is that the recipe is awfully simple.I guess what they say is true, less IS more indeed

Apothicaire seriously needs a holiday and some emotional strength