Boredom Strikes

It's been a long while since I logged in to this blog. As if anybody cares. But for the heck of keeping this alive, here I am again updating myself in case I'll wish to look back on my entries a few years from now.

Here are some reasons why my blog is empty these past few weeks:

1.Each time I logged in to blogger, it gave me a page load error which I got tired of, and hence did not bother repeating the process.

2. I found a prime time TV show that got me hooked: "I Love Betty La Fea." That's the pinoy version of the international TV series "Betty La Fea" or "Ugly Betty". I didn't watch the American nor original Colombian version because I don't really enjoy watching people on TV that aren't pleasant to the eyes. The Pinoy version is played by a very pretty actress in Bea Alonzo who gets covered up with prosthetics and acts really dorky to fit the role. I dunno but I actually enjoy this show!

3. Things happened that I'm not blogging about and I don't wanna dwell on. I trust that God will find a way.

4. My mind is on a hiatus. I cannot think clearly and I'm too tired to write anything to spark my own interest. Sheesh.

5. Speaking to myself is not only silly but boring.

Lassitude

In a few months, I will let go of my position as a school physician. It's pretty hard to reconcile being a doctor and a make up artist. Local people still view the MUA as someone who works in a beauty salon and not as a person who practices art.

The last thing I wanna hear from a patient is his/her asking about my rates as an MUA or tips on how to shape the eyebrows when I'm seriously discussing the pathophysiology of his/her sickness. I make sure to separate my function as a doctor and as a makeup artist. I don't offer my services as an MUA to my patients. I think both careers are suffering if I put them together. One has to go.

Does this mean I'll be going fulltime as a makeup artist after I resign? Maybe not. The beauty industry is a cut-throat business that has a lot of issues I'd rather not delve into. No pressure for me. I just wanna enjoy the art even if it does not pay. Once I make a living out of it, that's when stress arises. It's not like medicine where we swear by the Hippocratic oath to abide by our work ethics. Jealousy, bad talks, politics and stealing of clients are things I don't wanna deal with, if I pursue being a full time MUA.

I might still practice my career as a physician in some company where the crowd is more mature to know the difference between Ma'am and Doc, where the halls are not packed with rowdy young people, and where pedestrians move to the side when a car is passing.

Maybe I'll take writing more seriously or simply enjoy my life as a housewife. Or move to another country with my husband where people don't know my medical credentials and live happily as a make up artist or a writer. I don't know. For the nth time, I'm at a loss.

Don't Give Me That Look

Flipping the hair, biting the lips, giving the "look" will surely win you points getting the attention of your dreamboat. But how do you do it without being mistaken for a whore on the hunt for a customer?

Don't ask me that, I don't even know how I sparked up my hubby's interest in me. Flirting is a skill that comes natural for most but can take a lifetime to learn by prudish people like those of my kind. It can backfire if the timing is off and if you appear to try too hard. Reading glossy magazines can serve as your manual for mastery of the art:"Pull your hair loose from a ponytail holder or clip so he can watch your touchable tresses fall around your face," mentions a famous women's magazine on how make the moves that no man can resist.

To do that, you will need gorgeous locks to disarm your object of obsession..err affection. Well, my hubby did say that it was my long hair caught his attention, which is exactly the reason I'm growing it back.

Extreme Style by VO5 is holding the Ultimate Flirting Championship. If you're up for the challenge then go straight ahead and play the game. See if you got the victory hair to nail the title.

To Be a Doctor

I browsed through my niece's yearbook and noticed in the pages of the kindergarten grads that most of them listed "to be a doctor" as their ambition in life.

Charging it to their innocence, they probably don't know what they wanna get themselves into. I didn't realize martyrdom is an attractive career option. Getting measly salary as a training resident, telling patients to take care of themselves when you, yourself can't even have a decent sleep or eat on time, spending holidays in the hospital while the rest of the world are celebrating, doing hospital rounds on Sundays, being on call 24/7, 365 days a year, missing out on the fun things that normal people do, being addressed as "'Inday" or "Miss" even if the MD letters are emblazoned on your white coat, are among the reasons why I have partially turned my back on the field that took me in.

Well, those are jaded views from a residency training dropout, 2x in a row. Maybe it's because I crave for other things in life that have nothing to do with Medicine. I quit my trainings because I feel they were limiting me to explore the other wonders of living. I am relieved that I am out of the 4 corners of the hospital and presently enjoying the liberty to express my art forms.

I am still thankful that I still get to practice my medical profession and enjoy life at the same time. But I don't see myself working 24 hr hospital duties, letting work control my life, doing heroic acts all over again, at the expense of my health.

Doctors are viewed as heroes by some, that's probably why the idea appeals to kids. But unless they are genuinely interested in helping people, ready to make big sacrifices and get a kick out of staying awake all night, they could look for other options before they find themselves taking nursing or caregiving courses after securing a license as a physician.