#Singleness et al.
Hello, there. Welcome to my late night random thoughts and feelings.
Don't click the "Read the rest of this post" if you don't want your nose to bleed. Kidding!

Hello, there. Welcome to my late night random thoughts and feelings.
Don't click the "Read the rest of this post" if you don't want your nose to bleed. Kidding!
This is a late post.
I consider myself lucky because I was able to spend 6 months or more to volunteer inside the OR. Consider also the fact that I joined 3 surgical missions in that 6 months, and it was the "birthing season" where CS was on a daily basis.
Yes, it is nerve wracking. The opening and seeing body parts of the human body does not make me nervous (most of the time) but rather, it is to be working side by side with surgeons and anesthesiologists that scares the hell out of me. Hahaha.
I mean, who would want to be shouted at because you don't know what instrument to give, right? It was a learning process for me, really.
They say you'll know a person better by his or her room, a sanctuary of some sorts.
My room, it's not that different from anyone else's, but here's a few random things you can find in it. (I'm just making an excuse to use my DSLR again and since I'm PMS-ing and cannot go out today --- here's a result of a boring Thursday afternoon.)
Flats. Other than slippers, they're probably the most comfortable footwear I own. These are my current favorites.