Has it been long since I last blogged? I read my last entry before coming here and I actually thought someone else hacked into my account and wrote it. But yeah. I love long walks. I love walks in which you could take your time and think quietly, all alone and not be disturbed. I really enjoy running errands in and around the hospital for my collegues. Rows and rows of nondescript off-white corridors, occasionally punctuated by a door there with some really small tag on the front that says "OT Changing Room" or " Staff Room" and that's where I slip into my own world of thinking about my future, in between dodging patients on wheelchairs or squeezing between the long trolleys and the off-white walls or punching the elevator button. It helps that the hospital is one big labyrinth. Twists and turns that guarantee confusion. And then sometimes I think how sad that I'm going to have to leave this all behind. Chucked away in the memories box and maybe one day pull it out again and blow the dust off it and remember fondly of all the days I spent at the hospital, the odd silence in those long corridors, the humming of the ventilator, the heat in the wards, the brown mosaic tiles of the stairs, the stairwell that echoes incessantly even after you've left it, the chilly cold day surgery and OT, the swinging automatic doors that I always play a little game with, trying to run as close as possible into it and letting it swing open in my face, missing it by a few inches and feeling all-important because hey! something anticipated my arrival and opened the door for me! It's gonna be sad that I'm leaving. But all good things must come to an end. For better things to begin. For better or for worse. A great experience.