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I was too light.

But for what is worth, I made a new friend, PTE Bryan Choo. =)



MY FAVOURITE AMBULANCE!
In my own world,
8:55 PM

I haven't told you about my babies! They're all grown up and already made love and gave birth to 6 cute little babies. Well, at first, they weren't cute. They were tiny pink hairless weird looking things. But by the third week, they've opened their eyes and their fur has grown! Adorable little things, I tell you!

I couldn't wait to touch them. I was almost sad that I had difficulty catching them with their parents around biting off at my fingers. But one day, in the middle of the night, I woke up, and was finally able to hold one of them in my hands! Why such weird timing? We had 6 babies, see. But one day, one of them disappeared. One night, my sisters woke me up in a hoo-haa saying they found the lost baby. Their pathetic efforts of catching it drove me out of bed to rescue it personally. And I did! But it was really in the middle of the night and I was sleepy. So I just put it back to it's home and went back to sleep. Hahah.






Anyway, we gave away 3 of them to my cousins. But guess what? It hasn't been five weeks since the 6 of them were born when just yesterday, the parents gave birth to another 5! But today one of them died. I really wanted to feel some pity. I did. A little. But it was hard because a few days old hamster babies are really not that cute. The first time I saw them, I thought they were worms! But they become really cute little furballs by the time they reach 3 weeks.
In my own world,
7:19 PM

Went to Marina Square today with Jaime after work.

Have I told you how much I like that area? It's near Esplanade and The Fullerton Hotel and the Singapore Flyer and nice shops. Mostly I like the view.

Got our nails done! Mani for me, pedi for her.

Went to sit by the bay.


Lights up!

That's her.



After that we ate dinner at Secret Recipe, same outlet as the other time I went with my Millennia friends. Same waiter la sia! I know he recognized me. But I don't care.

Jaime, I don't flirt and you are a Chinese.

And I kinda like my phone =)



In my own world,
11:45 PM

Today I saw a case that is truly and utterly disturbing to me, and it freaked me out. Still does.

I saw a worm! It was long and thin and pink. I didn't look too closely or long enough to see whether it was alive because I'd faint and die or just have a nightmare should I see it wriggling about. It was on a tissue paper in one of the consultation rooms. One of the patients were said to have shit-ted that out. OMG! During my lunch, Kak Jah brought that case up. And I swear I'd lose my appetite, only I was pretty hungry. But it got worse when Michelle asked what colour it was and Kak Jah said it looked like the colour of my sausage! Dear God! It got even worse than that when Huda said "Eee, maggots!". I was eating rice, see. I've a phobia of worms. A phobia so bad that I could end up in a mental hospital and never be cured.

After work, met up with Jaime at Tampines Mall and caught the movie Eagle Eye! It was pretty awesome, I say! I love it. And I admire Shia Labeouf greatly. From acting in a comedy in a children/youth show, he went to become quite a great star after acting in Hollywood films like "Transformers" and now, "Eagle Eye". And I loved both! I never thought I'd like action movies, but those two named movies were absolutely awesome. I just didn't like the ending in Eagle Eye where Rachel kissed Shia. Isn't she way older than him?



Pretty good-looking, no? He's really cute in Eagle Eye.

After that, we went to eat our late dinner. And spent a lot of the time before our last bite and sip of our drinks talking. When she talked about Leslie (however you spell it), it reminded me of someone I know.

The first five or six times we spent together was some of the best time of my life. I could swear I was in love, or maybe just really, really liked him. He treated me well and I felt special. I felt taken care of. But I was also able to understand when Jaime mentioned some of her doubts about Leslie that maybe Leslie treats all girls like that. That was what I thought of him too. But, I don't know, most of the time when I was with him, I couldn't be happier. Sometimes I even let myself think that maybe he liked me back. But that all ended on the sixth(?) 'date'.

That day we flew kites. That day we sat on a bench along some river/lake/sea and talked and I cried in front of him. He got me blind-folded and brought me to a place where we could stand back and observe the sky-high lighted concrete and glass buildings against the night sky. That evening after dinner, we walked along a river, sat down and talked somemore. That evening he made me laugh. That evening he casually measured the length of my fingers against his. That night I thought he caught my heart. And that night was also when he fought with his then girlfriend. He got upset and all quiet after that. I only tapped his shoulder that was nearest to me to comfort him, when what I really wanted to do was give him a hug. That night I went home knowing it'll never be what it was like before. That night, and one or two days after, I cried until my eyes got puffy.

It took me some time to get over it. We still, well, used to, talk and message and go out. And all those time that we talked and messaged and went out (after the incident) the feelings I had for him was still there, niggling at the back of my head. But it was like a candle whose wick is getting short. It struggles to keep lighted, keep alive but in the end it just dies. And for me it's only the memory of the fun and happy and special times that sometimes makes it hard for me to get over him or forget him.

But of course, now I really, really have to shake it off cuz he now has a new girlfriend.

Hmm.. that was detailed. But who really cares if he finds out I'm talking about him right? We hardly contact each other anymore now that he's newly attached anyway.
In my own world,
9:49 PM

I think I slept for only about 2 hours last night, before I had to wake up at 4.30 in the morning for work. I could NOT sleep! And even when I finally knocked off, I felt like I was still awake. I was hardly in deep slumber. But somehow I got up bright and wide-eyed. I was even able to read my book in the train.

Work has been alright. For the past two or three days I felt pretty good with my patients. I hope this thing that's happening is not seasonal. I wanna be able to go for the extra mile for my patients constantly. Ok.. maybe for the time being let me just make sure they're pleased with my services.

I was in Obs 2 for many days already. Too much respi bugs and puffs and gases that my throat has started to itch. First few days of my Obs 2 streak, I almost wanted to cry when patients keep coming in. There were so many of them, so many things to do that I think I looked pretty harried. My desk was a perpetual mess. I talked like I was in a rush.

But after the third day or so of my Obs 2 streak, forever having to look upon the face of Dr. Benny Loo, I began to get used to having my room flooded with patients. With so many days of having children screaming and crying in my room, I'm beginning to talk much louder to my patients. Not in the rude way, just in a volume level whereby they didn't have to say 'Huh?' or 'Sorry?' or 'What?' anymore. Cuz you all know, I'm pretty soft.

Dr. Loo said I was going to blog how I hate him for bringing in so many patients. He even tried to mimick my voice! Even if I want to not like you, I find I can't. Believe me. Besides, I don't really dislike anyone. The feeling pass once work has ended. We are all doing our jobs anyway.
In my own world,
5:16 PM

In my own world,
3:46 PM

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Oops, almost fell off my chair.

I'm watching My Wife and Kids, after watching Friends. I'm in good health.

Anyway, you all know I just graduated from driving school not too long ago. Plus I haven't had that many chance to drive since my dad uses the car most of the time. So that also means I haven't had that many opportunities to practice my parking. I can count the number of times I had to park the car with my hands. One hand. And only once I was able to do it without any help, and I did it perfectly. I was actually amazed at myself. I think I know how to park when the parking lot is on my right side. I'm still unable to park the car that well when the lot is on my left side.

The last time I had to park the car was about a week ago, Hari Raya. I was in the multi-storey carpark. Found a lot and had to reverse into the vertical parking lot sandwiched between a wall and a car, the lot being on my left side. Gosh! I can NEVER park the car! I had to do several attempts and I would have done more and never get in, if a stranger hadn't stood behind my car and called out instructions. And that was exactly what happened. This man was at his car taking something out from it and apparently saw my pathetic attempts at parking. My dad was next to me on the passenger side trying to help me, and my mum got out of the car so she can look for me if I was gonna hit the car or the wall. So that man came and gave me a helping hand.

"Reverse, reverse, reverse! Turn now! Some more, some more, some more. OK, stop, you see you're too near? Ok move forward a little. Straight. OK, reverse! Reverse, reverse.. straighten now! Now just reverse straight back. Alright! Practice more, yea?" he called out.

My mom and my 3 sisters at the back seat were already laughing at me. God! I got even more embarrassed when another guy, the owner of the car, that I had to park my car next to, appeared. I have no idea how long he was already there, watching a stranger calling out help lines to me. Was he relieved that I didn't dent or scratch his car? Maybe.

Anyway, I didn't get the chance to call out my thanks to the stranger. He already left while I wallow for a while in my embarrassing moment.


In my own world,
9:10 PM