My long awaited weekend is here. I've been looking forward to it, and it's time to catch up with sleep. This week has been hectic, because quite a few of my patients are very ill and rather unstable. There has also been a few whom who are nothing but trouble, and that irritates me a hell lot, because firstly, hospitals are not hotels, and secondly, it is a place for those who r ill and wants to be treated, not a playground to come to when u feel like and then refuse to be treated. Makes me wtf they even bother being admitted. Waste of time and country's resources. Pisses me off further when I think abt my high taxes paid to this place is spent on these people who are nothing but society's parasites and burden.

Completely blew my top over a scolding from a senior doctor who stays in the lab 24/7 and has COMPLETELY no idea of how the hospital actually works. I was condemned by this doctor for something I had no control of (makes me boil thinking abt it), and even though I'm a junior doctor, I will not tolerate being yelled at and taking raps for others. Hence, I told him off over the phone, stressing the fact that the error is something that I had no control of, and I did no wrong to begin with, hence, a chance for me to push blames on others (which he claimed I did) will not even exist to start. And I also told him that this error should be an issue which he, as a senior staff, should address to the hospital instead. Anyway, this issue became quite huge since my Consultant was contacted abt it. Whatever it is, I will stand firm and insist to the end that the error wasn't within my control. My Consultant is a very understanding person, and I am sure that he'll see where I'm coming from.

I'm not angry abt this anymore. But the way this hospital is managed is poor. It's a good thing that I'll be leaving soon. It frustrates me enough to do silly things when I know it is silly, but have no choice, since it's hospital policy and management. All talk, but nothing productive is ever done in this place. Typical angmo way of working. Bah!

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It's Dearie's first day of work today, and this poor darling of mine already has to work overnight. I wonder how he's coping now without sleep, and it does worry me a little abt him driving home later.

Been missing him a lot, but we've been really busy with our stuffs everyday that by the time we get to talk to each other, we would have been exhausted.

Dearie told me that he misses our days together in University, and he wished he had done his undergrad in UK so that he would have known me earlier and if that happened, he would be able to spend more time with me, take care of me, and not let me spend years alone abroad.

Even though we had unhappy memories, I still miss the days we lived in the same building. I miss how he would message me every night at 10pm on MSN in the beginning. I miss how he would pay me surprise visits. I miss how he would wait for me at the bus stop after I finish lectures and go to the supermarket with me on our way home. I miss staying in his room talking to myself while he does his work. I miss how he would frantically try to find me in town when I ran away after quarrelling. I miss how he would take me out for a stroll around town very late at night, and enjoy a bottle of orange juice and a hot packet of french fries, when I am tired from studying. I miss how he took great care of me when I was very ill for 2 weeks. I miss how he would stay by my side to coax me to sleep. I miss waking up, finding him next to me. And I miss the night he told me that he'll never let me be alone again.