There's a place where lovers go
To cry their troubles away
And they call it
Lonesome Town
Where the broken hearts stay

You can buy a dream or two
To last you all through the years
And the only price you pay
Is a heart full of tears

Goin' down to Lonesome Town
Where the broken hearts stay
Goin' down to Lonesome Town
To cry my troubles away

In the town of broken dreams
The streets are filled with regret
Maybe down in Lonesome Town
I can learn to forget

Maybe down in Lonesome Town
I can learn to forget

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Hey it's funny the way we grow up getting to know ourselves more and more, and found out we never had a clue about ourselves until it seemed so late. I never used to say I liked art or literature or photos but I remembered the first thing I got my dad to buy me before I left for boarding school in England was a camera. Yea, it was shared with my sister Letty who wasn't living with me at that time. So needless to say I couldn't take pictures of whatever interesting I saw. I don't know why, camera was a neccesity for me but it wasn't anything very interesting. Maybe it was because England is so far away and it'd be nice to take some photos to show my parents. It took them 6 whole years to see with their own eyes the place that I live in. If it were me I won't be able to bear that curiosity that long! If I have a child I'd go there and 'check out' the whole damn place myself, making sure everything looks ok at least! Ha. You know I'm kind of too a neat person. Even my senior Oswens was so sure that I was going to check out this new hopistal before I start working there tomorrow! Too bad, I'm way too tired today after my birthday celebration last night (and of course still hungover from the on-call night on the 29th which turned out to be rather non-exciting with my swollen red eyes and my everlasting calls from my bleeping device...

Hey, I'm gonna be a real doctor from tomorrow.... wish me (and my patients) luck and love.... please.