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You know what's Ironic?

In a typical day i see up to 120 patients who quite so willingly put their lifes in my hands-without a shred of doubt,with the hope that i deliver my very best and nothing less of course.They trust my decision, me, a complete stranger whose only claim to earning that trust is my degree and practice as a doctor.

Yet, for some unfathomable reason, you will always be incapable of sound decisions ONLY crucial ones mind you, in the eyes of the people who love you the most, as to them, you'll always be that wailing, cooing, nappy soiling creature that you were more than 2 decades ago.I'll always be reminded of my 'baby talk' and incomprehensible sense of style or my acquired taste for foods that most humans don't consume at the age of 2. Elephant- Effelant,you know...

That said, i really have nothing to complain about as i was always, ALWAYS asked to make my own decisions and rationalize them with my parents, at the age of 17 i was a "level headed and sound decision making teenager" but at 27...i'm anything but that.

Anyway, on the brighter side of things, Appu, has accepted Intel's offer at Bayan Lepas, which means we'll be in the same city yet again...i think this is my chance at getting to know my brother a little better.We've always been close, and talk about almost anything, but as its understood i only saw him and treated him as my younger brother who needs my protection and completely left our friendship to rot. Nevertheless, i am pleased with the fact that we are still friends till today...maybe just not as good as we used to be a couple of years back.

Girish on the otherhand has dropped the bombshell on my mum "i think i'll enroll in the May course of the American degree programme...i have to leave in the next 4 days"

This of course is difficult for someone whose umbilical cord still hasn't been severed. No doubt, she'll feel the loss-he was her confidante, friend, son, coach, physiotherapist, cuddle toy and loyal companion day in, day out...for as long as Appu and i have been away. (7 long years)

This would just mean that i should start rescheduling my locums and try spending as many weekends as possible with my folks so that the vaccum left by my youngest sibling isn't too harsh for them to handle.

till the next one, here's some Poe to ponder over.

It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ones in particular, to be richest when most superficial.

Just another one of those...

The days are just too warm and the nights sometimes hopelessly stuffy,global warming is getting to me.

These days,i find communicating a chore...be it the phone,internet or face to face. I've concluded that my usual inspirations and mind bogglers are too far from me thus leaving my mind a little bit idle. Whats even worse is the fact that i can't sleep through the night without waking up at least twice,first to pee, and second...to pee again. Then trying to fall asleep takes up soo much effort,i get tired trying to sleep and wake up some what more tired than before i went to bed. This i believe has been a contributor to my wasting communication skills.

Initially i blamed it on the endorphines circulating in my stream, as i worked out late evenings, then i blamed it on the fact that my biological clocks hay wire.NoW, i know...all i have to do is discipline my sleeping pattern.

Whats also getting to me is the amount of shit that happens at work and the people i have to cope with through the day, and sometimes i HAVE to sit through a whinning session.

So, now thats sorted, lets get to what i've just worked on...so i remember in the begining of the year i came up with  the resolve to become a better me through my mini walkabouts, well, that hasnt been happening much but whats good is that i also promised myself to get from FLAB to FIT.

Now, what i embarked on was an extensive study on supplements and work outs and plans.And as i type this in, my 8 Week rooster is printing out, i'm giving myself 8 weeks to lose 44 pounds!

That works out to about 5 pounds a week with a 1500 Kcal diet rich in Complex carbs, Fibre, Protein and ONLY good fats.

I'm hoping though, my other side..."lazy bones" would choose to remain latent through this period of time. What i am Hoping to achieve is a lifetime of fitness with the ability to cheat my genes into believing i am not meant for any chronic illnesses.

Aims:

HBA1C of 4.0-4.5%, LDL of 1.5, Cholesterol of 3.0, Triglycerides of 0.5, Body Fat percentage of 15%.

And of course looking like i always do...like an understated artwork.

I've come to realise that my obsession with all of the things that i LIKE has made me a hermit, i simply stay away from all that doesn't appeal to me.

The other thing that has been bugging me is the fact that my folks have been pressuring me into meeting tonnes of people in view of marriage...trust me indian men aren't all that appealing, and as much as i'd hate to admit it, watching a movie like "he's just not that into you" could hit the spot dearly.

Sometimes i feel like somethings not right...like there's something incredible waiting to happen...to just fall out of nowhere....leaving me in a more palatable situation than before it happened.

Right now,i honestly feel unhealthy and am eager...for this transitional phase to leave and never come back to this side of the universe.

My P-53 gene was suppose to get its moment of fame in this blog, but i'll get to that another time. Cheers to all things nasty especially procastination.May it be left where it belongs, and thats not with ME.

My mindset right NOW,till kingdom comes will be from Benjamin Disraeli

"A consistant soul believes in destiny, a capricious one in Chance"