one of my best friends told me today that i am melodramatic and that i should seriously consider a (part time?) career as a playwright.
yes, she was serious and she is actually the only person i will take seriously when it comes to things like that.
(i know right, my friends are weird and stuff, HAHA)
i know i shouldn't be blogging every day - it takes the credibility out of my writing - but i have come to notice that i have a higher thought turnover rate than most, and this results in me having mood swings of epic proportions and variability... internally of course. i am a sea of calm and composure on the outside.
HAHA.
anyway, every day is an episode of a soap opera waiting to be lived out. today's episode started off with our beloved character (ahem) suddenly receiving an act of veiled kindness by one of the cast members who were previously written off. does this hint at a return of said cast member? the audience is left wondering.
the day then progressed and our main character engages in multiple conversations in which the plot thickens with divulged secrets and gossip. the main character is then further troubled as she knows that she isn't supposed to partake in any of these evil pleasures, but she is unable to resist.
hark! another cast member waltzes into the set and confides in our main character. he is none other than an old flame of the main character, here to talk about his old flames, and of embers waiting to be fanned into bright sparks and hopefully a passionate inferno...? our dear main character listens sympathetically and interestedly - of course she would have been more engaged if this were to happen, say, about two years ago...
the episode culminates on a(n) (anti)climax. the other main character of this show, although rather begrudgingly and embarrassedly, takes centre stage alongside our main character. this soap opera has long been run according to the dynamics between these two characters. in fact, it had always been in danger of being taken over by this unwillingly important character. he is but the (current) love of her life - the frustrated heroine - oh the frustrated heroine - how her heart sinks when he once again amuses himself with her and then discards her like an unwanted toy! words have tried, and failed again and again, when she is once again faced with the reality that she is nothing more than a passing (and convenient) fancy - and that all this futility will ultimately amount to nothing... but she is stupidly willing to be degraded as a plaything - what she's willingly parting with to hear her name on his lips, to see that smile on his admittingly average face, to be an audience to his questionable sense of humour... (ok this is getting overboard -_-)
the credits roll with her sitting in front of her computer, staring at the events of cooking mama unfold on her facebook account; thinking, thinking, thinking...
HAHHA ok i dont know what i just wrote because i was being distracted by cooking mama. -_-
lessons learnt today: it is very rude to force your drama down the throats of others, trust nobody, and cooking mama on facebook is bloody addictive (and hence, evil) -_-
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on a lighter note, is it slightly disturbing that the only things i am looking forward to tomorrow (ughhhh mondayyyy) are taking bloods off patients, filling in discharge scripts (i am currently feeling the scorn and unadulterated confusion and bewilderment of legions of medical students everywhere directed in my direction...) and even possibly making multiple trips down to the radiology department?
godohgod please spare me from the wrath of having to perform ECGs pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase! I SIMPLY CANNOT TAKE THE STRESS OF UNTANGLING THE WIRES OF THE ECG LEADS AND PLACING STICKY PADS ON THE NAKED (and sometimes really hairy - and sweaty) CHESTS OF PATIENTS AND HAVING TO PEEL THEM OFF LATER...
i am also very happy that i technically do not need to clerk any patients in until friday and saturday because technically the patients on my ward have already been clerked in... i don't know what's wrong with me - i'm supposed to LOVE talking to patients, it's my job -__________________________- i think it's just the monday blues.
BLOODS! BLOODS! BLOODS! HERE I COME!!
-_-
ok good night.
