On being in love..

Yes. I am madly in love.

I'm Scared

If anyone from work reads this and you get offended by what I write, let me be the first to apologize. I feel like I've been hiding out my feelings lately and if I don't write about it, I'll go crazy.

Desensitization - I don't even know if that's a word but I've been hearing that word for a long time. I'm scared of being desensitize. If it wasn't for my Dad, I would've cried but typical me, I didn't like anyone, especially my Dad, to see me shed a tear. It's been only a month and I feel like I'm becoming a different kind of nurse.

Aswangs in my room

I really don't know what to write. But my senses tell me that I should click [New Post] and start writing.

I can't sleep with the lights off. I just can't. I don't know what the rationale is but the idea of waking up without glaring at the bright light of the florescent scares me. Maybe it's because I watch too many horror films? or maybe I got it from my other sister, Dyan, who's used to sleeping with the lights on as well. Or maybe, just maybe, it's from the aswangs in my room!

Bucket List (inspired by my sis, Dyan Go)

No, I'm not dying and I don't fantasize about it. There may be a couple of times (especially on a bus ride) that I imagine such horrid image but I'm don't obsess about it. I think it's just amazing to think of all the things that you want to do (no matter how impossible they may seem) and day dream about doing it.

So here's my Top 10 list (not in chronological order)

From An Unemployed Nurse Volunteer

July NLE 2011 results were recently released and I vividly imagine myself almost 2 years ago during the release of my examination. I imagined myself staring intently at the computer screen, clicking the Refresh button every 5 minutes or so just to check if the results were released. And there it was. I shouted like crazy, hugged my mom, called everyone I know. It was one of the happiest moments of my life. 2 years after, here I am.

Happy Birthday Letter

Kelvin,

Today is your birthday. Can you imagine? We’ve been celebrating your birthday together for 6 years. I know that we’ll continue this celebration till we’re old and gray and I can’t wait for that to happen. Wouldn’t it be nice to stay at home, be cuddled together on a couch, probably sipping our cups of coffee, with only the blaze of the fire place as our company? You’d be all wrinkled but it wouldn’t matter anyway because I’d be looking at the same man that I’ve loved years before. I’d be looking at the very same eyes which I dearly love because I see my future in them.

My 80-year-old Self

I've written about what I missed during my childhood (Shatong) and it's got me thinking into how the future would look like 55 years from now.

My present consists of listening to classics such as The Beatles, Bob Marley, The Beegees and Debbie Gibson songs. What would 'classics' mean when I'm 80? Britney Spears? Backstreet Boys? Kpop? LADY GAGA?! Would I, 55 years from now, be listening to a Retro Radio Station and listen to 'Hit me Baby One More Time' instead of 'Yesterday, all my troubles seem so far away'?