This is the ramblings of a sleep-deprived, fatigued and frequently hungry student doctor/medical clerk from a public hospital... who considers her writing, her cigarettes and the Internet her bestfriends in times of toxicity... As she battles the difficulties of clerkship, she screams out her qualms silently, "No more admissions! No more, please!"

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Medtech Boy 2007

Maybe it's because I am trapped in a place for the next few months exposed to no other type of guy except for those who are connected to this hospital, my hormonally-challenged self (who has been starting to miss the dating scene) started scoping the incredibly few picks to choose from. Being in the middle of a severely dry spell, I found myself crushing over another Medtech.

Still, like the low self-esteemed girl that I was, I could barely find myself to make a decent conversation with him that lasts for more than one minute. I am not a seasoned femme fatale unlike most people think. Plus the toxicity of my being a medical intern and his being a medtech most likely makes it incapable for us to flirt for more than the few alloted minutes that fate or rather our jobs had provided us. The most that I got aside from the usual, "Sir, pwedeng pa-CBC si ____?" is this:

Me: Oh, di ba dapat nakawhite pants kayo? Bakit nakablack ka ata? Bawal yan
(spoken with a saucy little teasing grin in my face).

MTB2007: Okay lang yan, ma'am. Kasi gabi naman (with an embarassed grin on his face).

And that's it... God, I'm so pathetic.

Humanda ka sa'kin next time, bata ka.

Hahaha...

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