Touch blogging

Typing a blog on a cellphone should be easy if you're using a qwerty keypad. However,  using a touch screen is another story altogether.

I always reasoned that having a smartphone would make me a more active blogger but somehow it hasn't helped at all.  Moments worth blogging just pass me by most of the time. 

Or maybe it's just my phone.

1st Runner Up

I finally got the courage to approach him at the gym. Maybe because I was coming down with the flu that's why I actually did this stupid thing. Anyway, I asked if he'd like to grab something to eat when he was done. Meanwhile, I could continue working on my report while waiting.

He actually agreed.

About 15 minutes later, he came over to where I was working. He gave me this excuse that he had to finish some year-end reports and couldn't join me.

I know better. He met someone else in that short period of time. No harm done, except to my pride and ego.

So this is what it feels to be the 1st runner-up.

Another Year's Over

2011 was one hell of a year. It was the year I ran out of excuses to delay my residency training. I remember hoping that January 1 would never come. The first week of the year found me going (reluctantly) to different hospitals looking for what training slots were open. It was hard not knowing what field I wanted to specialize in. I was clueless.

I was also happy. I was in the best relationship I ever had. I had put my heart and soul into it, held nothing back. But like the song goes - "Flames to dust, lovers to friends. Why do all good things come to an end?" - it also came to an end a month before our 24th month. The song "Nag-iisa, Wala Ka na" suddenly felt oh so much more personal.

The next 2 relationships were short-lived - my fault. I was still a wreck. Maybe I still am now. In the past 2 months I've met and/or dated 22 persons! It's just like when I was looking for a specialization to train in - I don't know what I'm looking for.

And as for my training, it is everything I feared it would be.

Now that I feel totally shrouded in dark clouds, I'm thankful for every ray of light that shines through.

Happy New Year!

the first 6 months

It has been already a bit more than 6 months since I started my residency training. I wish I could say that it was not as bad as I expected.But it's exactly as I expected. The time constraints are getting to me and the additional activities not directly related to the training are getting on my nerves.

Just the fact that my co-residents are all women, married, with kids makes my own concerns seem small in comparison. How can I argue with a request for me to go on duty on a Sunday because it's a son or daughter's birthday, the only time to attend to wedding plans, etc. etc.?

Ask me what I know so far - not enough. I should know a lot more by now but I'm not focused. I've never been disciplined enough to study a few hours every day. Whatever amount of free time to myself gets wasted on mundane things like sleep and looking for dates.

What bothers me is that I don't have anything good to say about what I'm in right now. It's not that I'm in over my head. It's just that my perspective is somewhat skewed.

I need something to balance the stress. Maybe someone will do.

Taxi!

It was around 9pm and I was heading home after watching a movie. It was a bit of a movie date that wasn't bad but just felt... Lacking. I had been at work the whole day so was a bit tires and I decided to take a taxi home. I was lost in thought while waiting for the specific taxi line that wouldn't mind going to my place (taxi drivers here are choosy). After maybe 30min I finally got to flag one down.

Like I said, I was deep in thought and it was maybe after 10mins that I got a look at the driver. He was cute (just when I least expected it). Maybe it was the frustration or stress of work that made me foolhardy enough to try and flirt with him :) anyway, i started small talk...

The easiest topic I could think of was to ask about his work (one of my ambitions is to become a taxi driver. Don't ask). He said he drove for 24hrs every other day and since he had insomia, this job made good use of it.

I guess he assumed that I worked at an office because of my clothes. He asked me,
"how much do you earn in a month?"

I answered honestly to that.

He said, "i make that much in one week." and then added, "you could apply as a taxi driver at our office."




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(and as for the flirting part - where was traffic when it was needed!)