Ok, i have been really busy the past few days. On wednesday i went out and so did i on thursday. Friday was the only free day before going out at night and the saturday was packed to the brim. Well, sunday is a lovely rest day before the madness of packing begins and monday i'll be flying off at midnight. Ha. It is really tiring to go out everyday. I am quite dead already.

Anyway, i kind of miss the hospital. At masochistic as it sounds, i feel that maybe i won't want a holiday actually. I like working there and i think i might be a workaholic. It is really therapeutic to go around the wards and clerk patients and talk to them. You actually realise how fortunate you are whilst you are talking to them. They, who have blue-collar jobs, who struggle to make ends meet, who are beset with illness after illness as compared to me prada-phile, blogger-crazed and possibly one of the more fortunate people on this planet. You see, as i was thinking through whatever i am writing now, i was actually thinking about another thing.

It seems really screwed up but everytime i want to go for one of those community involvement trips over to the various landmined/tsunami-hit/poverty stricken regions, i have always been beset by difficulties which have rendered me unable to go. Before you start assuming i have cold feet, the previous 3 week break, i was supposed to go Aceh except that they pulled out the stops on the entire operation because of the accurately predicted second big earthquake which struck the place. Even after this, there were other trips i committed to but then their timetable clashed with CSFC. There was a trip leaving on 2 June. How to go? I don't know really, during JC times it was mainly parental disapproval, now its all sorts of excuses that make me unable to go. I am quite pissed and sad actually that all these obstacles are in my way.

Going to such places may not be something that you would associate with me as i believe none of you can imagine the sight of me doing contruction work and sweating through my t-shirt without laughing your heads off thinking: L'infernal does manual labour? And pray what t-shirt and jeans is he wearing? To think that i might be going there for shopping would be even a bigger joke. Quite fed up with all these obstacles being put in my way. I am actually wondering if you know, this is God's way of telling me that its not my kind of thing. I shall just persevere then. If i had a choice i wouldn't be going to china this time though.

To say that i am not pleased with my life would be an accurate statement. But i am happy nonetheless. Its just that everything could be better. There is always room for improvement.


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