To Vent (or not to)

Totally Random

Of course I'm going to vent, it's my blog! Was just doing the math, I haven't updated this place since....American Idol? Oh yeah and what a disappointment that was: Kris Allen won. How the hell did that happen? Beats me. I guess Adam being gay was a major dilemma for the American public, whatever.

*Right now I'm listening to Daughtry's latest album Leave This Town as I think about life, it's ups & downs, the present, the future it's a an endless list that I try to shove to the back of my mind. Does it want to remain there? No. It's a pretty tiring process really; I figure getting rid of the feeling would involve planning the next 30 or so years of my life. Boring huh?

*I've been regretting the fact that I got my driver's license. Seriously, I'm out driving more than I'm sitting at home doing nothing, I definitely prefer the latter. Why? Because I'm out doing things that are in no way related to me!

*Michael Jackson died June 25th and since that day my mom has been up at 7 a.m daily to watch The Insider's latest reports on the King of Pop. A month later: it's freaking me out.

*If you don't go the gym I suggest you move yer ass in that direction. I've been going for 5 weeks now and I can tell you it's awesome!

*I also recently turned 25 *gags* it's not as bad as it seemed. I just hope things work out the way I want them to. *God willing*

*Chris Daughtry is hot.

*I can't wait until Season 6 of Grey's Anatomy airs. I mean every season has a cliff hanger but the way they ended Season 5 is more like the intentional suffocating of the viewers until September 24th. Shame on you Shonda Rimes!


*People change. Don't you just hate it when they do? Too many emotional adjustments to make..it's frustrating. I think I will dedicate an entry to this issue alone.

I read the post, I am aware it's incoherent but I forgive myself it's after 2 a.m here.

I'll be back soon :)

Facebook Ordeals

The title of this blog post may seem "weird" to readers but it's true, there is mass suffering on that website & our voices must be heard!! *fist punching the air*

Facebook, one of the largest social networks of our time. I'm sure everyone (& I do mean everyone) has an account there. Your mom, dad, maid, priest...the list is endless. Go ahead do a search you'd only be reinforcing my point further.

As much as I like the fact that I can stay in touch with my friends & family, especially the ones living abroad one can't help but notice how there's a wave of humans that are in a contest (probably with themselves) to have the highest number of friends EVER. Why do I get the feeling the Guinness Book of Records is involved in this?

In achieving this, people are added at random & it seems I have to be a part of this randomness; somebody please lift this curse off me!!

If people aren't adding you to reach the 1,000 friends mark, they add you because they want "friendship" which is fine. I believe the alarms should start ringing when someone of the opposite sex starts sending you all his/her personal information along with the fact that they can provide you with an abundant number of babies. Ok I was messing with the last part but you do get my point, right?!

I get a lot of requests from males I don't know, we'd have one or two mutual friends but that isn't enough to let you into my world, sorry. I consider my FB account like a second home, you don't go around inviting strangers off the street into your home now do you?

Clicking on ignore is the easiest thing for me to do, I don't know you, I have the right to say "no" whenever I want. This usually plays out in three ways:

1. The person takes the hint. (Thank God, he's not dense)
2. They insist & keep resending the friend request.
3. You wake up one day to find a harassing message in your inbox.

I remember one incident where this wannabe rapper was so pissed at me ignoring his request he took it on himself to send me a message calling me names. I "disrespected" him by saying, "No I don't want to be friends" but him calling me a bitch was very polite. *face palm*

There's a category of people that know how to approach others. I met a few blokes on FB that weren't interested in how 'pretty' I looked but on getting to know me. Isn't that great?
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HA! Yeah, right. Because men, are that innocently sweet. I heard phrases like, "Why are all your profile pictures of your face only?"

Well excuse me buster, it's called FACEbook. Next time remind me to take a picture of my feet or fingers to post on my profile. Hey, maybe Mark Zuckerberg would be willing to change the name of his coveted site into FEETbook. Now isn't that something to ponder on?!

Another annoyance would be the FB applications. Everybody wants to know what celebrity they will marry, or how many toes they have (I assume they suck at counting). A person adds the app, answers the quiz but won't get his answer unless he sends it to 8 of his friends. URGH! My name start with the first letter of the alphabet, can you imagine how many times I get the same tedious quizzes a day???! Back off people or I will seriously hurt you! And with that I shall end this post....

Back in the day when poetry was my thing...

Night Whispers

Wrapped in darkness she laid
Reliving the sweet torment of loving memories
All she could do now is silently pray
For the one she loved was out besting his enemies

Looking at the heavens she pleaded with the Almighty
'Please protect him; I never could bear his pain'
In response the night sky shook with calamity
Deafening thunder, blinding light & down poured the rain

Limply she stood her fear escalating
Her chest so tight she couldn't breathe
Losing him was her conquering
One that would always leave her scarred deep

With trembling lips she fought to speak
Closing her eyes remembering the passage
'When words are at a loss never feel weak
Stormy winds deliver the silence in a message'

In your embrace I felt the nearness
Of a bewildered soul trapped in a dream
A suffering so harsh avoiding the realness
Was all that could be done for a heart not to rip at the seams

Our hearts beat as one
With a love that'll forever grow
Will it all be gone?
Only the cruel night will know

"Stay alive, stay strong
Bewitched I am by those misty green eyes
Our parting is just so wrong
Who will hold me during those snarling night cries?"

Far away his body remained motionless
The smell of death hovering in the air
Cursing himself for being careless
"Please not now, it won't be fair"

A sweet voice whispered in his ears
Momentarily he forgot his plight
Draining what was left of his fears
He was willing to put up a fight

"To my words she listened
To her calling I must answer
A gem that will forever glisten
I can't stay away from you any longer"

Night whispers saved a man from death
With the reason to protect her from all harm
Or was it the thought of living to see her last breath?
To hold an angel safely in his arms

In the ER/OR & just about every other R!

The jobs of doctors could be so stressful crumbling under pressure would be a normal thing to do while there are times (which are the ones we love most) it's rewarding to see that we've achieved something as wonderful as saving a life.

Now all of this wouldn't be happening drama free or without first class comedy:

Slow night in the ER, I'm sitting next to my coworker drinking a liter of coffee just to get through the next 8 hours of the shift. Our chattering is disrupted by the approaching sobs; we raise our heads to the women entering the casualty. Immediately we're up on our feet to inquire why they're here with fat lips, black eyes & a bag full of hair (wtf?). So after 20 minutes of crying & whining we figure out it was a CAT FIGHT that went bad over one of the womens' husband who seemed to be having an affair with his secretary who kept texting the wife messages the whole evening. All of that lead to a battered wife who got her hair pulled out, she put it in a bag for us to see the extent of the damages done to her scalp & to use as evidence when she files for a complaint. All I could say at this point was, "Damn, why didn't we have pop corn?"

Another night in the wretched pediatrics department I had an entire family waltz in at 3 a.m because their toddler had a runny nose. 3 a.m???! My irritation escalated when they tell me the boy has been down with the flu for 3 days. Then it occurs to me: Mom is pissed off with dad, she has to declare the child is dreadfully ill & needs medical attention immediately in the hopes of annoying daddy & I'm the one that ends up suffering from this family feud!??!

My surgical rotation was one of the few shifts I enjoyed thoroughly, my boss was wonderful, my coworkers were great & the patients a complete delight. I remember one case in particular where the patient had to undergo a cholecystectomy, a procedure so easy my boss could probably pull it off with his eyes closed. Before any surgery you MUST counsel the patient, they have to be aware of how the procedure will work & what complications to expect, that's what interns are for, to do all the talking & comforting while the head surgeon goes in there to do the butchering. OR day was a Monday, I recall being 10 minutes late, in a bad mood, walking a war path & as I enter the room I find my patient screaming at the top of her lungs. She was beyond freaking out! So I walk up to her side & try calming her down, she responds by latching on to my hand with a death grip declaring I deserve a gold medal because I am undoubtedly the best human being ever. Yes as flattering as that was to hear, I was more focused on how the blood supply to my hand was being cut off. My boss who was laughing his head off, looks at me to say, "Very impressive, I see you have bonded well with your patient, would you like to perform her surgery now?"

I later discovered I was blushing like a school girl...my coworkers were always quick to remind me of that horrid day!

I think we were 4th year medical students when we began our Psychiatric block. My professor reminded me of Mr. Magoo he was so hilarious it made the whole learning experience easier on us. Now the course included interacting with patients, lugging 1000 page textbooks alone wasn't enough. I remember on the first day we were assigned a case & we were supposedly going to obtain a "decent history" from the subject. Luckily I was in a group with 5 or 6 of my closest friends, we know how to react/deal/handle tough situations when we're together. The patient was a female teenager who was looking at us the way the wolf would look at Little Red Riding Hood. Cutting to the chase, she started to attack everyone's appearance: You're too fat, woman your eye make up is a disaster, why are you wearing those shoes? All of a sudden she looks at me with this huge smile & says, "You're so pretty! Your skin color is very nice but why are your cheeks red? Girl lay off those facial creams."

After seeing what we had to deal with, we decided to make up "the decent history" while we continued to laugh our asses off. Ah the wonderful world of psychiatry...you just gotta love it!

That's just some of the ones that stood out, if I feel like it in the future I might put up another set of some of the weirdness I had to endure.

Password Dilemmas!

I know I have the worlds' worst memory when it comes to passwords, that's why I try my best in using a symbolic dramatic life changing event to protect my rather small Kingdoms on Cyberspace. Ok not really, they're all similar or variants of each other. One of my IT "nerd" friends was telling me how that's not very wise & launched into this discussion on Bruteforce...sounds hazardous doesn't it? So yeah, how many of you have issues forgetting them? Do you write them down somewhere? I know some that do that.

Most of my friends trust me with their passwords as they should because it's guaranteed I will forget it the next day. Once one of me girls was having connection problems & for some reason was DYING to change her Facebook profile picture so she sends it to me & follows that by asking me to do it for her. Here I ask, "What's your password?" She gives it to me for the hundredth time while yelling, "Will you stop forgetting it already!!!!"

While we're on the subjects of passwords, ever noticed how couples exchange them? Like if I don't give my boyfriend complete access to my emails, Facebook profile, Myspace etc it means I'm hiding something from him. WRONG! What kind of rubbish is this? I mean it maybe a sweet gesture & all but I really feel that along the way it will cause problems. As an example: what if you get an email from your ex who is merely saying hello, how have you been? Isn't there a small chance your significant other might see it as something else? And what if you don't tell them about the email (since it's nothing to you)? Guess what, that's when the world stops spinning because by doing that the warning bells go off meaning that YOU ARE INDEED HIDING SOMETHING!! Insecurity happens, communication issues happen, trusting one other becomes a problem that needs overcoming, why? Because you changed your password darling, that's why!

It's amazing to have a partner, someone you can share everything with but there will come a point you'll want that small space to remain untouched. I can understand fights like why is there lipstick on your shirt? Or why did a woman answer your cell phone at 3 a.m? Refraining from password exchange? Yes that's something my human brain refuses to fathom.

Drama's Royalty

For the Drama Queens, yes that is what most(if not all) women are called these days. I'd say the title has been well earned so when you hear it ladies please don't tire your facial muscles of expression by grimacing, frowning or worse letting your lower jaw hang..in public that isn't a very nice thing to look at.

Its astounding how we women have the ability to blow the tiniest problem out of proportion. And I find it even more amazing how we react to that given situation. We cry, swear, throw some good China, possibly pull our hair out, raid the fridge to grab the most fattening items and later complain about the weight we gained during the "dilemma". It's a vicious circle meaning there's no stopping it meaning countless milliseconds have been wasted panting in exasperation. And for what? Didn't it ever occur to any of you that to minimize the aftermath of shock its best to proceed about it in a CALM manner? It seems we don't mind looking like a monster just jumped infront of us, you know pale and our hair sort of stands on end. Again not a nice thing to look at in public.

No form of royalty would be complete without it's share of Kings. Now I have a few of them in my family which is just one of the many misfortunes I have to put up with. They nag about the most frivolous of subjects & if you end up hearing the same story 5 years later please don't be alarmed. It's just how a Drama King functions.

Ever noticed how they are when the issue is female? OMG run for your life. I don't know why but it's like there's this awful tendency of "clinging" to the girlfriend. Why didn't you call me today? Why didn't you text me good morning? Do you love me? Why do you keep talking about Johnny Depp so much? Do you love him more than me? I mean SERIOUSLY get over yourself! The fact that you're my boyfriend doesn't make you the center of my world. I have a life, friends, silly nonsense I daydream about on a regular basis just give me that space I'm not asking for much. There's the other kind that mess up in a relationship aka cheating on the girl countless times only to realize what a moron he was for doing that. Ok so you have a brain (or two) & it (they) worked against you why in hell are you making a scene about it now? Own up to your mistake, you aren't getting her back, finito, MOVE ON!

Ok toning it down a bit as to why D.R.A.M.A exists well to me its all about the different stages we go through in our lives. When your in kindergarten and another kid snatches your toy you burst into tears wailing like a banshee until they give it back. In grade school you're devastated your teacher didn't put a star in your notebook for that excellent story you had written. If you aren't considered from the popular crowd in high school then it's better to walk the halls un-noticed in hopes of blending with the walls or covering your face with a brown paper bag. They say college days are the best but when you want to focus on getting good results and having a killer social life things might not go according to plan but then again not everyone is a nerd.

I believe this dramatic sense is innate for some people. Is it the most attractive of features? God, no but it's still there it makes a person who he/she is. What would the world be without some useless drama huh? Hollywood wouldn't be as successful that's for sure & neither would the tabloids. I was reading today how a woman called 911 because McDonalds ran out of chicken nuggets, I mean really without drama such stories wouldn't be circulating for readers like us to enjoy.

Just another day at UMST

My sister, Sally was giving me a tour of her campus one day, ah what a wonderful world UMST is. The last time I saw it was a few years ago when I was visiting some friends, so major changes were apparent. Like with the increasing amount of students & faculties the university's administration felt the need to renovate & by that I mean resurrect orange buildings so high I can see them if I stood on my rooftop. Who picks orange as a paint choice in a sunny country anyway?! Ok let's get over the much abundant orange, the gardens are lovely I mean they have trees that look like they should be in rain forests but who cares.

I should totally take back the tree comment (MY BAD) I'm sure they serve as umbrellas from the sun & all that screaming orange.

So the on-going tour continues, we pass by the basketball court I naturally inspect the "jocks" to see if anyone is cute or better yet see which one can master a high jump. Epic disappointment I tell you, they're all skinny chicken legged guys who wave their arms around like girls. Alright, I'm kidding about the girls thing but SERIOUSLY! I just had to endure so much orange, a little eye candy won't kill! Anyway my sister being the gracious person she is (yes you're right I do want something from you, when in hell do I call you gracious?) says let's go to the cafeteria. I am delighted & bummed at the same time because there are two options, one going all the way to the other end of the university or two go into one of the orange buildings to climb a hundred steps (elevator problems) like if I wanted to lose weight I would have gotten myself a treadmill already!

Now amidst all the standing & waiting & walking that was done on this tour I was looking at what some of the girls were wearing. Actually you can't help but notice them. One girl was wearing the strangest ensemble I had ever seen in my life & allow me to say she pulled it off in FROG GREEN with white polka dots. I wondered if it was camouflage for when she went swimming in the swamp with all those slimey things or if she was really color blind. Then was the girl wearing a yellow & black patterned dress with long sleeves that were slashed at the arms. What? Are you trying to practice a more sunny happier version of Morticia Addams or something? Lose the get up!

Not all the girls are retarded when it comes to the simple activity of dressing ones self..some were really classy & elegant & pretty & didn't look like something that needed to be picked up by Fashion Police. If only such a thing existed...& if only more people said no to orange.