today i celebrate my birthday and as a treat for myself, i took the day (and the day after) off.
off meaning away from the hospital.
and that made me realize that this is actually my first post since i started my job as a doctor.
it's not that i don't have time to update this blog, i do. but yeah, since laziness is my main forte so i guess that explains everything.

a concise summary of my everyday life would be:

6.00 am: wake up, bathe
6.45 am: drive to work
7.00 am: punch in, start to work
5.00pm: punch out (if i'm not on-call)
5.30-7.30pm: bathe, dinner, etc
8.00pm: sleep

yeah, that's about it. sleep is the most lucrative thing to me rite now.

anyway, the main point of me posting this is to remind myself digitally that yes, i am 25.
jan told me to recite corso's i am 25 to commemorate this event (haha)

With a love a madness for Shelley
Chatterton Rimbaud
and the needy yap of my youth
has gone from ear to ear:
I HATE OLD POETMEN!
Especially old poetmen who retract
who consult other old poetmen
who speak their youth in whispers,
saying : --- I did those then
but that was then
that was then ---
O I would quiet old men
say to them: --- I am your friend
what you once were, thru me
you'll be again ---
Then at night in the confidence of their homes
rip out their apology-tongues
and steal their poems.

heh.
i don't think the above poem has any relevance to me but i'm posting it anyway.
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