Saturday, September 27, 2008
I guess there really are two sides to everything.
At least two.
The good and the bad.
Like, yesterday, at work, when I jabbed a nice dose of a certain anti-psychotic drug into a patient who needed it, I felt good.
Two meanings
- I'm very passionate about psychiatry, and like the feeling of helping someone with a psychiatric problem.
- I'm sadistic, cynical, etc, etc.
Hmmm.
Oh well.
4 more days of L.P.S and Agnes Sim to go.
Yes, notice I said the above, instead of four more days of work or attachment.
After that, I'll have Raya to look forward to (sort of) and a WELL-DESERVED REST after that.
And everyone should know by now, Mirza's definition of a good rest, is a nice camp, a nice trek, a nice run, and other related activities.
Cheers.
will YOU be my escape?
9:20:00 pm
