Fazarina & Boekhren

Respiratory rate = 30 per minute

Tonight I browsed a few websites to find decor for the bedroom. I have always put off this task, since I find it irritating that someone wants to look at somebody else's bedroom (although I do like taking a peek during weddings :P ).

So, I decided to take a look at wedding blogs. There was this one interesting person who puts up pictures of her fiance's proposal, with a T-shirt that says "Will you marry me Sayang?" which is sweet but I can't help thinking "What age is this person?" Haha.. I'm being less romantic now; I blame it on age.

So this person was venting out on how she finally did her HIV testing when it is so close to her wedding, and how she is panicking cos she has 10 weeks before her wedding.

Lo and behold, her wedding is later than mine!

Alamak alamak what have I done with my spare time? I spent trying to read my Robbin's Basic Pathology book and not sleeping after the first paragraph. But I ended up sleeping after finishing a chapter afterall. (My brain is trying to digest and compartmentalize the info, in my defense).

I updated Boe on our actual countdown, which of course he already knew, being the usual organised person he is.

So... what should I do tomorrow. Prioritize, prioritize, prioritize!