Grey's Anatomy

Don't worry, the recent Holy Week hasn't inspired me to meditate in relative seclusion on a hillside sanctuary about the mind-boggling vagaries of unfaithful homosexual men. And I haven't actually gone insane and taken up a certain someone's impulsive last-minute invitation to go diving on some island resort. Apart from the obvious advantages of staring at half-naked male eye candy, I doubt I can imagine myself lugging oxygen tanks for hours just to ruminate in the deep dark sea while communing with the blubbering fish. Just not me.

Far from it actually. Apart from wild insane bouts of retail therapy ( I got a pair of lovely leather stools from Sri Lanka! ), I've actually been spending the weekend with my ISO clearing some of my increasingly mounting DVD debt. Really. There are so many new movies and television series nowadays that I wanna watch - and yet I hardly have the time to do any of those things which is why I have a towering skyscraper of DVDs just waiting on my desk. Figured I'd better get down to the task before they toppled over on an unsuspecting visitor.

Perfectly innocent weekend honestly. No lewd propositions or uncalled-for gropes despite what you guys might think ( seriously, how did innocent boring old me suddenly develop a thoroughly undeserved reputation? ). The only thing even vaguely sexual was a brief moment when I wrestled my ISO onto the carpet for the remote when he complained that he'd had enough of the melodrama on television. The man certainly doesn't have any respect for boundaries. :)

Watching medical dramas always make me sigh and recall my hectic days as an intern - or lowly house officers as they are called here. I frequently tell those who care enough to ask that my first year of internship turned out to be the most interesting and eventful year in my life and yet there is no way I would ever want to relive those crazy, wild, insane days of course ( I don't even know how I managed to go through that living nightmare! ). Working 48 hours in a stretch call with no sleep and then running down to manage the problematic patients in the clinic - all that with an empty stomach and the early symptoms of a flu coming on.

It surely brings up bittersweet memories when I see the enthusiastic interns battling it out in Grey's Anatomy. Though from recent revelations I now realize that we did have our share of scandalous exploits back then just like the lusty interns in Seattle Grace, not everything turns out to be true in reality. For one thing, none of the other interns ever looked that good ( not even in their dreams! ) and surely we had way nastier residents who literally chewed up upstart interns for breakfast but I believe we all shared the same hopes, fears and dreams as we embarked on the first year of the rest of our lives. Seems like such a terribly long time ago now but looking back, I'd have to say that it was a good year.

Not sure how the rest of my colleagues would classify me but I guess I'd have to say that depending on the hour, I'm a cross between the cool, nasty bitchiness of Christina and the sweet, inane goofiness of George. Didn't know what the hell I was doing at all in the beginning - our first day of work is akin to being tossed into the deep end of a vast Olympic swimming pool while everyone else assumes that you can swim - but I struggled on nonetheless since there wasn't much else I could do. Learnt some nifty moves of my own along the way but I'm still pretty much an amateur wading carefully in that vast pond.