I had all my scripts written out you know. I would go to medic school, be smart and suddenly while I was walking down some street one day, some one will suddenly have this medical emergency then I'd go like "Come with me if you want to live."
And in all those scenes I was cool as ice. Unfortunately, as each day passes by, the chances of someone suddenly facing a medical condition (which I would actually know how to cure) near me seems to be getting thinner. Well, they were thin from the very start. It was just my bloated head popping up and down.
Instead of doing a lumbar puncture or drilling someone's skull, I've been stuck (happily) doing these....

Turns out, we don't. OK, at least I don't. I should just crawl into some deep dark hole and curl up into a ball or something. Again, my big fat bloated head. It must be water retention or something (I don't really know what that means exactly but I keep hearing women complaining about it).
Then this is us with our surgical gowns and masks on. The lady not wearing the ugly suit is our very friendly tutor, Ms Amritha. OK, I don't know how to spell her name but it's the thought that counts RIGHT?!

And here are some random pictures of what I'm doing when I'm not playing dress-up.


Anyway, I guess that's all.
Doesn't this like a bimbo post? Gosh I'm so proud.
No comments:
Post a Comment