pushed, pulled, dragged and beaten..

…haven’t heard from me since i started my training program…

well, here i am guys…still alive…pushed, pulled, dragged, beaten…but alive…

when i started this blog i said to myself i’d tell the world of my experiences…but then again i realized..who cares..the world already has a lot of problems on its own…i guess my ‘harrowing"? experiences won’t really matter…but you know what, i feel like telling it anyway….so what…

so..here’s the hard part..what would i say?…where do i start?…i don’t want to talk about my childhood…its too typical (dolls, ribbons, lollipops…ew); i also don’t want to talk about my dreams and wishes…they’re unattainable anyway ( climb Mt. Everest, win a million dollars, marry josh hartnett….sigh); and i don’t want to talk about my lovelife most especially…its uncomplicatedly complicated( what have i gotten myself into…whew)….anyway, i’ve finally decided to talk about something familiarly different…my medical life..my hospital rendevous’…my real life encounters with…life.

buckle up guys…i’m about to get you into the world of real life dramas..