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I'm having the worst leave ever. Ever. Ever. Ever.

I'm having the sniffles, my stuff haven't arrive yet, and i'm having such a heartache over him.

The worse thing is, there's no 4 of us or 4 girls anymore it seems. Now that I think about it, I wonder how I got invited to the FOB concert in the first place. I'm not in their gang anymore what right.
In my own world,
9:53 PM

We all go through life like bulls in a china shop. A chip here, a crack there. Doing damage to ourselves. To other people. The problem is trying to figure out how to control the damage we have done. Or that's been done to us. Sometimes the damage catches us by surprise. Sometimes we think we can fix the damage.

And sometimes, the damage is something we can't even see...

We're all damaged, it seems. Some of us, more than others. We carry the damage with us from childhood. Then, as grown-ups, we give as good as we get. Ultimately, we all do damage.

And then... we set about the business of fixing... whatever we can.
In my own world,
2:36 PM

I feel like blogging and dusting off the dirt that has settled here since the last time I came to update, but I don't know what to talk about.

Shall I talk about work? Work has been alright. CE is under renovation so it's been really cramped. I've been turning and doing pirouttes as if the only way to move around is by dancing. There are hardly any space to walk. You could easily bump into anyone with every three steps.

Also, they've rearranged things in CE. It's like suddenly, hey where's Obs 1 and hey where's the medicine trolley? Or where do I do FBC? The worst thing about the rearranging is the nurses' counter. They put it right in front of the red door where everyone outside can see you.

We have the computer on the desk where we can see the queue so when a parent comes in to ask when it would be their turn or how long would it be before their turn, we'd have to look at the computer and the parents also can see the screen. Before long, they just come in and look at the screen to see where they are on the queue without asking. It's SOOOOO ANNOYING!! No privacy at all because they can see the names and the complaint of other patients. They are actually NOT allowed to look at our computers! I got so pissed off that whenever that happens I'll stare at them and say 'Yes?'. Good thing I can wear a mask otherwise they can see I'm snarling. Or when I feel a presence behind me, and that person is not asking for any help but is obviously trying to look at the screen, I purposely minimize the window and walk away. One time this parent actually lingered at the doorway like he's the guard of the door trying to look at the screen every 5-10 minutes.

ARGH!!

Shall I talk about that someone new in my life? Well, I like him a lot! I miss him every time I don't see him and I'm excited and happy whenever I do see him. Every time I see or hear a sports bike it reminds me of him. Every time I see a guy in uniform, I wonder how he looks like in his own uniform. I long for the day that I'd see him in the No. 1 uniform. God knows how I love men in uniform.

The No. 1 uniform looks something like this, only his is red stripes. I think.


Imagine that on this:


With this:


Whoo! Haha.

But besides that, he's nice. He makes me laugh. He loves his family. He loves kids. He makes me happy. He's a good guy.

I'm his secret admirer. I'm talking about the boy on the left. Haha.
In my own world,
12:29 PM

You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears.

Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is, it's hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true.

At the end of the day, faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. It's like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And it's not so important happy ever after, just that it's happy right now.

See, once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you, and once in a while people may even take your breath away.
In my own world,
12:56 PM

If I could change jobs for a day (or 10 years), I would like to be a paleontologist or an archeologist. I want to dig the earth with a spoon and dust the bones with the smallest paintbrush. I want to discover the skull of prehistoric animals. I want to come upon a tomb of someone popular that lived way, way, WAY before my grandfather was born. I want to dwell on the mysteries of T-rex and Tutankhamen. I want to unearth what 70 million years could not hide.

Wouldn't that be interesting?

It wasn't long ago that all my friends and I would talk about was the new guy they met and where they go on dates or what movies they watch during dates. Now, most of what I'm hearing is how long they've been together and what colour theme their wedding is going to be.

Time is changing. I'm growing older. The time will come when I'll be hearing about which school their children will be going to or what career their children are going into.

Anyway.

I spent 15 hours straight with him yesterday. After my night shift, he came to fetch me at 0730 hours. I bought a Mocha Frap first thing. Amazing thing, coffee. Relaxed at Starbucks. Super comfy chairs. Comfortable chat. Then we caught "Quarantine" at Century Square. The theatre was practically empty. I like. Headed to Orchard Cineleisure and got a Movie Chamber at E2Max. I introduced the movie "The Kite Runner" to him. It became one of his favourites. His kind of movie, I guess. He told me he likes me. After that we headed to Borders, sat on the floor, and I tried to make him read. Haha. We ended up reading books on horoscopes and zodiac signs, stuff like that. Went to eat a late dinner at Downtown East. I felt the journey from Orchard to Downtown was so long and he rode very fast. When we reached he asked if I fell asleep because he felt my helmet resting on his back. I can't remember. All I know was that I closed my eyes most of the way to DE. Hahah. Ate and he sent me home.

I've been hanging out a lot with him. So far I'm enjoying my time with him. I like the conversations we had. I like when he teases me, then I get to hit him. Playfully of course. Haha.

I think I like him too. When I'm at home and I hear the bike sound, I keep thinking that could be him. And I'll be like why would he be here? Haha.

To his younger sister, if she's reading this, I'm sorry I didn't mention you in my previous entry. Haha. I am now. Thanks for helping your brother get to know me.

He brought me to Kent Ridge park to see the sunset. I love the tree.

I like silhouettes. Those two human forms, that's not us. Haha.

Awwww.. sunsets. So romantic right, Ryan? Hahaha.
In my own world,
3:07 PM