What a chilly night, tonight. I think I need some tomato sauce.

My mister & I headed down to CNPB, SAF Career's Office for his Army Recruitment. He signed up for Engineering Specialist at first, & he told me that wasn't what he really wanted. He said he wanted to be a Combat Specialist. I asked him why didn't he choose that in th first place, he said, "I chosed wrongly lar.. see wrongly.."

#1. Baby, how can you ever "choose wrongly" for something so crucial to you, which involves your career in future. & to do something you don't like (after all those bullshits said -"patriotism" to Singapore- during th interview) in th future is just going to be a burden to you.

#2. You should have re-checked & make damn sure of what you chose lar.

See boo, I'm not nagging but I really want to see you enjoy doing something you really want so that all your efforts & hard work that you've placed in to get it will be paid off.. thou I know what you really want is to be a part of th SAF.

Interview time: 1400 hours. It was 1345 hours when we reached, & th place was half filled with boys all looking smart & eager to go for their interviews to be a part of th Army. Some dressed up like as if they were going for an interview as a Manager in Grand Hyatt Hotel. Some dressed as if they were going to a Punkrock gig.

2 more hours passed & finally th officer called out "A046", my mister's que number. Before that, he was all anxious & scared plus nervous & everything you have felt before going for your first job interview.

I reassured him that he can do it, which I know very well that he can, & so into th room he went off, walking in with all th confidence he can have.. at least. :) So, I just sat outside, reading Life! from The Straits Times, slowly flipping through.. assuming th interview to take hours.

By th time I switched th paper (at th newspaper rack) to th Home section & just about to finish one article on th facing page, my man came out with no traces of sweat trickling down his forehead, at all. I was surprised, both at th time span of th interview & his calm self.

So I found out that th interview wasn't all pressurising like I/he/we thought it would be. In fact, they just asked about his family background, what aspect he is interested in, & even to tell them one thing to impress them. I was like, "No wayyy...". Haha, turns out, my mister told them a grandfather tale of how he's been excited to serve his NS & how he's been wanting to be a part of th Army since he was a kid. All those bullcrap shit story you can have (:

Haha, sorry boo. Yours wasn't bullcrap la. Probably just cow dung. :P joke, love.

So anyways, my mister was told that he couldn't take on Engineering Specialist at th Army. Then I thought he was devastated.. because what else could he do, then? ..since it was th only thing he signed up for. But after which baby told me that he could only do Combat Specialist (which was something HE WANTS) because his course - Aeronautical Engineering - has nothing to do with whatever Engineering Specialist has to offer.

..which is a good news! Hahaha, no wonder he was calm & cool when he walked out of th interviewing room. :D Congrats, baby. Now let's just hope for th best & that you'll get th sponsorship, alright!

*Huggs*

Tiong Bahru Plaza was lame. Nothing much there, so we decided to catch a movie. Most of th movies we wanted to watch were at around six plus but it was only near five pm at that time. I didn't think I could watch movie that late anyways because mommey wants me home earlier. So we decided to hit City Hall instead, for some ice-cream loving. ohh, waffles too!

So, to Gelare we went!


our much distorted-looking Chocolate Chip Waffle w/ Cookies & Creams ice-cream on top, with chocalate sauce to add-on!

Yum, my boyfriend looks so yummy. HAHA.

Eh, really damn sedap sia th first bite!

Someone look really CUTE here, please!

:D, I was almost dying from all those chocolate down my throat.

So i asked my mister to get mineral water, since they "don't serve Ice Water" there.. because i was seriously going to puke.(I think I had too much for th day already.)

There, th final blow.

I couldn't take it no more & by th time everything was gulped down agonisingly, towards th end, them sedap waffle tasted like pure oil going down your neck & into your stomach. irgh.

Thus, we decided to talk a walk around Singapore Town, in a Singapore city bus & head for th Civilian War Memorial "Tower"(a.k.a War Memorial Park) right in th heartland of City Hall(?) Haha, but anyways.. it was such a nice place to be at, just now at least (where there are not much people sticking around so you can "rendezvous" pretty privately).


It was quite high up, so I took a picture of th "Tower" in two parts. The bottom one here.

& th rest of th "Tower", here. :D I loved th place.

That's me, in th middle of th whole tower thing, looking so happy. Haha.

Baby's reading it..

& This was what it said..

Random Shots

Ever so pretty, & beautiful it stood.

The Four Chambers of its Heart.

I had one of my nicest times with my mister there, just now after so long of not really spending quality time together. :D Thanks baby for th time just now. I really appreciate you & everything you do.

p.s.: Sorry for my terrible burok-ness just now. I couldn't help it. See you tomorrow :)


I love you, Baby.



That's all for today.

[& i still hate Blogger]
-nurOol (:

FIRST IT WAS MY POSTS THAT I COULDN'T SEE, AFTER EACH TIME I BLOGGED.
THEN, IT WAS MY TEMPLATE WHICH CAUSED ME SOME TROUBLES HERE & THERE.

NOW, I CANT EVEN FUCKING SEE MY OWN BLOG!!!!

LIKE, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, BLOGGER?
OR IS IT MY I.E.?
I DON'T THINK SO LOR!

THIS IS BLOODY IRRITATING & IT'S PISSING ME OFF RIGHT ABOUT NOW.
IM THINKING OF SWITCHING TO MULTIPLY PERMANENT OR EVEN,
CHANGING TO ELJAY(LIVEJOURNAL.COM).

I ALREADY HAVE AN ALTERNATIVE BLOG HERE BUT IT'S MEANT FOR TEST RUNS ONLY (FOR E.G. WHEN I HAVE NEW SKINS I WANT TO TRY OUT, I'LL TRY IT ON THAT BLOG SO I DONT HAVE TO DISS THIS CURRENT BLOG'S TEMPLATE). SO I THOUGHT I COULD JUST SWITCH OVER, BUT FUCK, I FEEL LIKE GIVING UP ON BLOGGER ALREADY.

BLOGGER, YOU SUCK BIG TIME!!

NUROOL.

CHECK THIS OUT SIA!

like, seriously cracked me up la! it's an Indian Video Clip made English-fied! hahaha. th lyrics are below so you can sing a long if you want!

credits: Lela, for sending this to me over MSN. (:

"nippely man i met, he ate my motorboat..."
HAHAHAHAHA.

im not saying mine is, la.

mine's been pretty smooth sailing for now. & i hope it stays this way for a very long time to come thou i predict that baby & i will get into fights thanks to each other's big E.

EGO, that is.

but that's not now. we'll see in time to come how things are between my mister & i. for now, love is all around us & i dont think it'll go away soon enough to make me not go tingly crazy whenever im with him. (:

hello!! :D

i've been on my feet ever since i woke up. sounds like i've been busy, yes? i have. with them house chores. before that, i woke up early to meet my mister. so then since i wasn't going anywhere else, i just put on my cookie munsta pj & met him without any make up on.

i think that's th first time he's seeing me au naturale. haha, just my skin & i. no add-ons. but since he says i still look pretty (HAHA), i shall go ahead & agree with him. :)

hanging around my area with him for a while is like, NOT ENOUGH man. dad called me to ask if i've eaten. of course i said NO. so i had to go home like almost immediately because dad might just scream at me for leaving th house without keeping it clean, at th very least.

which then leaves me to leave baby for home.. when he actually just left home to meet me before going for gym (which he was still pretty early at that time).

so i've been washing & hanging th laundry twice (because there's so much dirty linen in th washing machine), folding th clean ones, ironing some of th clothes in th laundry bag, eat, prep up maggi mee for Hakeem & only now i finally get to sit down.

it's been tiring. because i haven't did a single house work for sooooo long. & now they really are chores to me, literally. brr.

May Yeok (my Ward 48 CI) called me yesterday. ON A BLOODY SUNDAY! (that's not fair) ..to tell me that i had to re-do my case study. & mind you, HER case study is not like those that you did last two attachments.

hers include:

Biography of pt

Medical Diagnosis of pt

Pathophysiology of pt's diagnosis (including Laboratory Tests + Results)

Medical/Nursing Management for pt

Drug Card

Master Problem List

Care Plan

Evaluation of pt.

thank God, ive got to re-do Drug Card & Pathophysiology of pt's diagnosis only.. (which is like half of th whole thing already la. TSK) but it's unfair la, May Yeok. you dont set me free of my very much deserved holidays.

hmpf, you ah. despite your nice/kind comments you gave me for my clinical posting this time round, i still hate your nag & long-windedness.

people, watch out for Mrs Wan-Koo May Yeok. BEWARE!

i really wonder what them interviewers will ask of my mister tomorrow in th interviewing room. self-praising questions, baby would say. but that's th way it is, honey. you got to be confident of yourself. remember to always state why you are there for: to want to be a part of th Army & to help make Singapore a better living place.

*chokes*

for once, i'd NEVER hear that out of baby's mouth.. his "patroitism" for Singapore. HAHAHA, when we're both thinking of eloping to Australia even before 24jan existed for us. :)

ohh, best of lucks to you boo! *huggs*

-nurOol(:

i don't see much white toddlers around often, & today i'm pretty lucky to have to bump into such a cute little girl. i wish she would be more camera loving because her smile is so adorable!

she had her mommey with her, & her uncle.. whom i mistaken him for Nina's daddey.


sorry mister daddey-look-alike. just that it'll be first impression to regard th man next to th toddler's mommey as her "daddey", not her uncle. so i guess you got me there. :D

met Nina at a restaurant next to Mustaffa Centre this afternoon. yes, th whole family went down to hunt for Indian cuisine, mom especially. she's been craving for Thosai since i don't know when. but when we reached, she didn't get her Thosai, they don't have it at 12 noon. funny how that is thou because i haven't heard of such things before.

but anyways, after Brunch (we hadn't had breakfast, too) we went in to th famous Mustaffa Centre & shopped! hahaha, i bet mom & i literally shopped. just that we didn't drop.... yet. (: we went around, looking at almost everything. from shoes, to socks, to men's briefs & boxers, to shirts, bags, toys, electronics, watches & i think practically th whole store EXCEPT th jewelry floor. yes, if you didn't know, Mustaffa Centre has a whole FLOOR of jewelry.

such an eyesore, man.

but anyways, we busted (okay, MOM busted her card) on two pairs of Guess watch, one pair of Fossil watch (& them three amounted to 240bucks already), three colour ink printer cartridges, an optical mouse (for th laptop. apparently, mother cant stand th key(mouse)pad & i don't understand why), my roll-on deodorants and mother's keyboard vacuum (she wants to suck th dirt in her keyboard at work. & she wants to claim th amount from her boss. but she forgot to pay separately. so i told her, suck her boss' keyboard. maybe he'll pay her for that.)

& all those, amounted to 580bucks. WOW. i felt th pinch when i saw th total amount mommey had to pay. but when she slumberly took out her card to swipe, i was already queing up to get my Guess watch (:

it was hotness man. i didn't get a chance to take a photo of it yet. it has a HOT RED strap with hearts, "embossed" on it, a huge round watch face with hearts all over in it, & striking glitter to go around them hearts. it was so hot that my wrist was sizzling when i put it on to try. & for today, it totally matched my newly painted red nails & my red top.

WOW! such a fateful moment. hahahaha.

i'll take a picture of it soon & show th world my sexy baby soon. :) oh, what about th other Guess & Fossil watches you ask? haha, those are mommey's. SHE KIASU LA PLEASE. i don't know but she's got a thing for Fossil watches & as for th Guess watch, she's been itching for one.. so, there you go.

GIRLS, sometimes they just cannot NOT buy something so pretty. ohh, i know you so know that feeling. right! right?? righttt?!! :D

PHANTOM OF TH OPERA was marvellous. thou half th time they were singing, i totally dig it from a to z. i wish i could go catch their musical that's already on their way to Singapore. mannnn, somebody... BRING ME THERE. i'll pay you back by installments. :D (hahaha, broke already!)

btw, baby's got an interview this Tuesday with th Army. haha, yes, that Army thing.. i forgot what it's called. it's for his sponsorship. i really want to tag along, to see how th place looks like & to see if my mister is cut-out to work in that kind of environment with all th uniform & what not.

haha, surely sexy one. with his hotsex handsome body! wooooots.

okeh deh, til th next time!
-nurOol(:

Yes. It’s finally over. The attachments. They’re.....

OVER!!!!!!

Hurray to nurool, three cheers for sweet revenge. HAHA, i'm being absolutely corny because I don’t know where to start blogging. I mean I know where, here lah of course but then I just don’t know how to like start blogging properly... IRGH.

Let’s do this again.

Hurray to nurool!!! Oooh la la, I’m all done & over with attachments & I feel sooo much lighter. not literally... in fact, i've been gaining kilos, double the amount that I lost them to my terrible diarrhea (which I shat 9 freaking times the whole evening!) last Sunday. I tell you, my asshole can never get any looser, man.

IT'S THAT TERRIBLE!

i couldn’t not do anything to it because i had to report to work at 7am in the morning the next day (Monday) so i had to see a GP, like it or not. (I didn't want to leave the house fearing i might just shit out everything along the way because it's going to be hard to look for a toilet).

It took freaking one & a half hour to finally see the GP who only saw me for ten minutes. Urgh, precisely why i hate going to doctors asides the medicines i have to gulp down. So after that, we went home & i felt so much better already. I could talk to mommey like i could talk for the first fucking time.

HAHA, i chatted non-stop just the way i am, healthy. Because before that i was all weak & mega tormented by all them shitting business I couldn’t talk any shit out. It was disastrous because on top of that, i have to always RUN to the toilet, pumping on extra energy that i already used up, to be in time to let all them water out as soon as my ass touches the seat.

BOOOOOZE. hahaha, come to think of it, it kinda is a "good" way to loose your tummy because after 9 fucking times of booze, my tummy was almost gone. (thou it's still flabby) ..but that's besides th point. :D

enough of shit story, my whole week has been busy. ..just like th other two previous weeks. yes, thanks to th attachments. & HURRAY TO ME for not being late A SINGLE MORNING SHIFT, at all. heyy, it's hard work for a person who stays so god damn far away from th bloody hospital, who has to wake up at 4am to be on time to report for work by 7am OKAY.

plus im such a pig. BUT THAT'S ALSO BESIDES TH POINT. th one next to th point always come into th limelight for nothing la seh. so kaypoh.

-.-"

So, I’ve been busy. But never too busy enough for baby of course (I bet he’s smiling away now because he’s th one who bugged me to update this bloggoooo) (: & I finally got to catch a movie after so long.

It wasn’t th best choice thou cause we weren’t really “legal” for M-18 shows as yet. (tsk lar..) so we couldn’t catch that “300” show. I heard it was fantastic. & I want to watch a fantastic show! But fantastically, that gundoo didn’t let us in. but it’s okay. We took it like men & watched “primeval” instead.

Which in th end, didn’t sum us up as men instead. It was a rather boring show & I swear th croc look pretty unrealistic for some reasons. I guess I was much more interested in th black guy who would “shove Jojo up his ass if he must, to get him (Jojo) into America” because Jojo saved his life. Hahaha. He’s a funny ass.

So movie ended, we chilled around… Wait, “we” here represents me, Momo, Imp, Bah, Fyra, Susu & Asri. So then we sat around outside Woodlands Civics Centre because there was some issues some people had to clarify. Haha, I’m not going into details. Oh, & Yana was there, too!

She looked so hot in that formal wear la. Like, a Yana-transformed-business woman. Haha. But she’s always so girly anyways, so it makes it extra credit to be all business womanish.  hehe.

After all that talk & issue & matters discussed, we hit back home. I was dead beat. Then Tuesday came & I met Imp & Momo after work to hit Queensway. Baby wanted to get his pair of soccer shoes so we went hunting them down. Just like me, except that baby’s a Nike fan, he cannot suit any other brands so he just wanted a Nike shoe & a Nike shoe was what he got.

Woots, & it’s sizzling hot red lah! Metallic somemore you know! Hahaha, my choice.. (& Imp’s too lah) cause th black Ronaldhino one not so nice on his feet. & boy, my mister has such big feet la. You long-legged momo. xD

It was raining by th time we decided we want to go home, & it was raining mightily. I swear I haven’t been out on such a downpour for so long & th rain totally killed me spirits lah! I hate th feeling of getting my shoes wet, my jeans soaked & what have yous. Thank God Momo got his (flowery) umbrella which his mama found, brought along. Saved me hair from getting wet & sticky. (: sanks, baby!

Wednesday, Momo & I hit Esplanade for just some quality time to spend. But we saw Hyder instead, & guess what? He’s performing for half an hour at that…. I don’t know what you call that small space there but yeah there la! His band was called “Now Playing” & it was pretty cool! Loadsa jap stuff but their musicality rocks, & I enjoyed those 15 minutes I had there. (: congrats Hyde!

oh, btw! i met Eeqa on th way to Esplanade. MY GAWD, i missed her like CRAZY LA. like anything in th world. & th mo i saw her, i hugged her so tight i couldnt breathe myself. haha, but it was really nice seeing you, bitch. MISSED YOU! & your sano, ehem, not bad sehhh. :D

my happy booger face. :D

Thursday & Friday was afternoon shift for me. So I couldn’t get to go out after work but that’s okay. So far th attachments have been rather fulfilling for me, & I’m proud of myself, on th whole. I think I’ve faired pretty well & I’ve received good comments from May Yeok so, it’s all good. (:

My RESULTS.

Sigh, sorry to those whom I didn’t reply when asked about my results. I might have said that I’ve kinda improved a lil but it’s just not satisfying la. Considering th Cs I’ve gotten, it’s definitely not a very good one, too. But it’s okay, my average GPA for Sem 1 & 2 is 2. I don’t exactly know what my GPA is for this 2nd Sem, but I guess I got a 2.3 because my previous GPA was 1.7 & if th average GPA is 2, it must be 2.3 right?

But I don’t know la. If it’s 2.3 then I’m rather happy la. Thou I didn’t get to hit my target of eliminating all Ds in my results slip. (I got a D & a D+ anyway..) so I’ll try to work harder. (: for me, me baby, & me mommey.

..and maybe for th 500-dollar scholarship award as well. HEH.

I know I’ve typed so much rubbish here but there’s more that I haven’t blogged about:

• Dinner with Yong-Yao at Billy Bombers.
• Bukit Batok Old Folks Home visiting.
• Hakeem’s Scholarship Award.
• The new karaoke set!! (which costed near 2K with th new amplifiers to go along with)

And basically many more. But I can’t be stuffed so you won’t be updated on those. (: I shall post pictures thou so… here we go!

Attachments

#2: th second, fucking sedap Ultimate Sin chocolate cake. WALAOWEI.

#3: i swear it was nice if we weren't bloody full, this is B&J's chunky munky ice cream! not so sedap then, but still sedappppp!

Queensway on Tuesday

imp 1: green Nike cap (which was my favourite! look at how cute mr smiley is) so bboy-ish right! hahah xD

imp 2: black Nike cap with white words and pink outline! haha, he looks cute in this also la

imp 3: best! imp, th fisherboyy.

me with impboy's new cap! (:

my gay boyfriend. =O !

& his gay-friend, Imp! so sajak lah you become gay. HAHA.

& some randomness

me love me boyfriend(:

& me love me brother too! (:

okay i know ive typed sooooo much but there's more to come. (:
GOODNIGHT.
-nurOol(:

HOHO

that was taken on one faithful afternoon shift when i was sending for a patient to "pang sai", she was taking half th afternoon so i decided to snap snap for a mo. (:

well im here to blog about praises. now, how often do you get praised? OKAY, snap shot: RARELY for me. but ever since ive been attached to th nursing workforce as a student nurse, ive met all sorts of patients/visitors.

those who are really nice, helpful & kind. & those who are really demanding with their constant & really irritating questions of th condition of th patient. i mean, HOW MUCH CHANGE can there be in a chronic patient in ONE pathetic day?

these kind of people DO get on my nerves sometimes & all i can do is curse & swear, & feel like strangling them in my heart but smile & tell them it's okay, they're fine, not much of a change since yesterday & keep on smiling on th outside like im one Deity, all nice & mighty loving.

PFFT.

so anyways, back to my point about being praised. im not bragging here but ive been pretty much th attention of young male patients in th first & second posting. well, im not saying im all outstanding & everything, but at EVERY posting, i never failed to get disturbed at, & at th same time being asked to give/exchange numbers.

MAN, MY PATIENTS?

#1: Ward 44, aged 23 years old, malay army boy. (haha) kinda plump in size, & not so good looking.

he DIDNT ask for my number, but from my friend instead. when one of them didnt give, he tried his luck to ask for ANOTHER friend of mine, for my number. she then, unrealisingly thought it was harmless so she gave. patient then started calling/sms-ing me asking ME to call him that night. my reaction: WHAAAAT?

#2: Ward 47, aged 23 years old, normal guy, working at a drinks stall, indian-malay guy. (heh) quite cute & very dark.

well he didnt ask for my number, TOO. but th way he wanted to get to know me more than just a student nurse nursing for him, started off by this medisave form. he was taking forever to fill it, using my pen. thing is, i needed that pen. so when i asked him for th third time for my pen, he finally gave me this piece of paper (it was actually a packet sugar, a used one though) with his number on it. he told me to call it. whereas i, on th other hand, didnt get his point.

i merely said, "huh? what number is that? medisave ah? i want to call for what?" then he tsk-ed & said, "alamak this girl dont understand lah.." so he PAISEH-ly had to explain that he wants to get to know me better & that if i was willing, i could contact him throu that number he gave. so i was like, OHH.. nevermind lah eh. *smiled* & walked away.. my reaction: OKAY, AT LEAST HE WAS GENTLEMAN ENOUGH.

#3: Ward 48 (current ward). patient's GRANDSON. -sorry i didnt really see his face but he PLUCK HIS EYEBROW, eeks!- around 20-24years old malay dude.

& AGAIN, he didnt ask for my number but his AUNT asked me on his behalf. (like, how coward can he GET?) here's a little convo me & his aunt had in th midst of changing th patient itself:

aunt: what shift are you working tomorrow?
me: oh, im on afternoon shift.
aunt: i see.. hmm, by th way, there's someone interested in you, do you mind if he wants to have your number?
me: HUH?! (shocked giler babs but i held & act cool) ohh, haha.. number? cannot la..
aunt: ahh.. you already have someone, aye?
me: oh. someone? oh yes, hahah, yea..
aunt: *shouts to th nephew -totally revealing his identity of "someone" she used to talk to me- across her* EH FAZLEE, SHE'S ATTACHED LA. SHE HAS SOMEONE ALREADY. HER PARENT'S ONE LA..
me: (parents? ...okeh la aunty, anyth goes.) heh.

so there, three cases of 'number asking' only one is successful (invasively) & other two nicely rejected. one brave enough to ask me himself, another one use aunty. LIKE, TSK, you no balls ah? im not asking you to come forth & ask me with all your manly might, but asking your aunty to ask for my number on your behalf is already one BIG turn-off, dude. SORRY.

so see, i didnt know that FEMALE WARD also can get this kind of thing. well yes, it IS kinda flattering to be asked for your number & sorts. i mean, to know that you're kinda noticed & everything right? but this.. alamaks. macam-macam lah..

anyhoots, another case of over-praising. it gets irritating sometimes how one can over-praise you. yes, people calls you pretty, you blush & sheepishly push your Dynamap to another cubicle, screen th curtains & SMILE AS WIDE AS YOU CAN. but when you do it TOOOO often, i'll get tired of blushing, sheepishly walking out of th cubicle, screening th curtain & then SMILE AS WIDELY AS I CAN, you know.

in th end, i end up "heh"-ing at th remark & sardinely push th Dynamap to another cubicle & just continue my work with one thick fat layer of skin after all th praisings.

again i emphasise that it is nice to be praised & called pretty with nice this & nice that & everything, but sigh- i get your point, i feel flattered & that's all i want to feel. are you going to praise me til my cheeck muscle turn spastic & my jaw loosen which will eventually drop out of my mouth from all th blushing & smiling so wide?

but nevertheless, TO THOSE PEOPLE WHO PRAISED ME, whether about having nice complexion, nice smile, nice nose, nice fat thighs, nice ba-ba body, nice eyes, smiling eyes, & what-have-yous, THANK YOU SO MUCH OKEH. I SO PAISEH ALREADY. no need make me feel as thou those praises mean nothing already.

HAHA. im so fucking mean, please & go away.

anyways, here are some pictures i want to pose FOR FUN & to not make this entry text-only post. (:







OKEH SO ANYHOOTS, ive said my point alrdy & im tired of blogging now la deh.

so NIGHTS!
-nurOol.

CONGRATS TO BOOBOO

for getting a GPA of 3.385 for th exams.
i am so proud of you darling,
keep up th good work,
& may you have even better GPA next year.

im honestly so proud of you.
*huggs*

i wont have th means to treat you to a little something,
but i'll try okeh, just to show you how proud i am of you.

sayang kamu deh!
♥ ♥


-nurOol

i wish i could smile like that, right now. urgh, but i cant. im aching every where. ): hailing your red flag at this very moment of th attachments suck, because you're all busy bee with your ward work, & to manage your pain/cramps/whatnots together kills.

no wonder i was perspiring like a pig. just change one patient's diaper & i'll be all soaked. i feel like a loser, boo. NO, im not having PMS no shit, yaw. i just hate it when i keep on sweating & then im all busy bee with th uniform not helping in any way.

i hate how it's pretty rigid itself (th uniform) & th material is soo not comfortable. especially now. & for nothing, i get blisters everywhere. even on my little pinky toe when im wearing SHOES + SOCKS for god's sake.

aww man. baby's away at his class chalet, thou. playing his ass out throu th night with cards, games & probably doing th things boys do at chalet. i dont know what, you name it. so i'll be turning in pretty early tonight considering im quite BURNT OUT myself.

note to self: pack your own food tomorrow!

i can't stand eating th food CGH canteen has, anymore. plus i cant afford to keep going up & down to get food for myself in a mere half an hour break. it's too time consuming & im just tired enough.

note to self #2: REMEMBER TO THEN BRING TH FOOD YOU'VE PACKED.

i freaking forgot to take th food ive packed NICELY th other day & got myself all pissed in th train when i realised i was empty-handed. i kept tch-ing in th train & during break, i suffered with 7-11's crap sandwiches.

oh i felt like i was going to die.. (i always do but never did die. CHOY!)

but then again, let's just hope i can wake up early enough to PACK food, IRON uniform, PUT FOOD INTO PLASTIC BAG/SOMEWHERE & then remember to frigging bring it.

phews, that's a lot for me to do when i wake up at 10am. last day to my 5-day bliss of afternoon shift tomorrow. & let's all PRAY TOGETHER that i can wake up at 430am LATEST on thursday morning after returning from an exhausting day at work tomorrow night.

& Sab's not going to be there on Thursday & Friday. she'll be going to SHS leaving me & Lifang ALONE doing morning routines. i dont know how to manage a pretty SLOW-paced nurse like her la.

bath patient, change bedsheet, feed breakfast, take parameters.

MOMMEY, TELL ME THIS ATTACHMENT IS GOING TO END SOOON! :(

im off.
-nurOol.