*Tuesday, July 25, 2006*
Working in NUH.Hhmm...
Don't have any inspriations at all so i thought i'll juz try typing in another way.
You noe, see if you guys like it.
But not to worry, it's not permanent.
Juz going to write my 1st day only.
N i'll try to write it exactly as i feel.
(hope it isn't too much...)
Rrrriiiinnnggg!!!
*slam clock shut*
'why do i have to go to the hospital...'
Yup.
Tat's exactly wat pops in 1st when i woke up.
I HATE NURSING!
It's really stupid of me sometimes i thought to choose it in the 1st place.
But... wat can i do...
Get my fat ass up n get ready of coz.
After a very confusing morning routine...
(since i've been having abt 3 wks holiday for such a long time, sleep late, wake late)
Finally got myself out of the house n to the hospital.
*controling myself from falling asleep n bus sick*
I was absolutely thrill to get off bus 97.
But not for long when i saw tat overhead bridge...
It's been years since i last step on it.
(tis bridge has no steps, it's slopes all the way)
How long has it been?
Abt 9yrs actually...
I was born here, you noe...
N tat peroid of time i got asthma it's here too...
As i walked those paths n look at the building i can't help but think abt thoses days i have to come here...
In the main lobby i go n i don't believe tat dumb wishing well is still standing.
Anyway better meet up wif the rest.
Saw David, all past memories postponed.
Started to hope he has the same rooster as me.
(i don't want to be alone AGAIN)
Shit...
Last minute change.
Our group has to split into 2 again n obviously...
N tat's not all, different roosters too...
Argh!!!
Can't even meet for meals...
HAIZ...
Oh well... at least according to him all the xiao ren are same group as him.
Sadz...
Orentation for newbie is postponed tml so we go ward 1st.
Oh oh... flash backs again...
The same old corridors...
Level 4. Surgical wards.
The new teacher, Caroline Lee, take David's group to ward 43 1st.
*standing outside ward 44 wif the rest looking at tis gal call You Rui cry like hell*
(she been to 44 before n the nurses in there hates her)
So the rest r comforting her, chit chat among themselves while my mind wonder away...
(i was thinking abt my grandma, how she stay here for so long. icu, ward, icu, ward...
how i spent most of my after sch time here, since pri 4. visiting, playing, crying my heart out for her...)
*eyes getting red n Gopinath saw tat*
But i snap out of it real quick n say i'm fine.
You Rui want to change ward, but didn't manage to.
(David only boy there so can't change...)
After Miss Lee's true story time to go in.
Die...
B1 class ward = no chance to finish log bk...
somemore i 1st time in tis hospital working...
6 wks...
M:I:4...
So the day end up 0 signatures...
the pros here got 3 lao
(blood infusion assist)
Ok tat's it.
As for abt wat is making me bursting to cry, well...
I'm not ready to tell yet...
Perhaps some other day...
When i found the courage to forgive myself...
N tell tis story...
To my grandma in heaven: I'm sorry...
* With Love ; Kitty *
..:: left at 5:31 AM .
*Monday, July 03, 2006*
Shall we talk?
Talking.
Something we all do everyday.
It's a gift.
It's a way.
A way to tell.
A way to express.
But yet in each conversation,
there must be a listener.
If there isn't one,
what's the point of talking?
There are so many ways to express ones self.
Letters...
E-mail...
Msn...
Sms...
Or just plain old talking...
But yet some people are still not listening.
Is it because they are:
Busy?
Angry?
Sad?
Stubborn?
Or just too tired to listen anymore?
All the things that had happened...
All the stuff that were done...
All the lies that was told...
All the pain that were bared...
But no matter what,
this is all i have to say.
If you still treasures the times you shared.
All the memories created together.
Why not just pick up the phone and say,
"Shall we talk?"
* With Love ; Kitty *
..:: left at 4:59 PM .