Saturday, June 19, 2010

small talk

I generally don't like small talk.

It can get uncomfortable and awkward without any warning. A question only answered with a yes or no instantly kills the conversation. *cue: rolling tumbleweeds* Then there's the same question every single time that can only result with the same response. It really is no ones fault - that's just how it is.

In saying that, I engage in small talk every day I work. It is necessary to build some sort of a relationship that is needed given our situation. It is not enough to play the part of "I'm your nurse and you're the patient". It just doesn't work that way.

The most recent one I've had with a patient was about their gadget-like toilet I've only seen, so far, in Japan. Now, that's a small talk I don't mind engaging in - light and different. It reminds me of a Seinfeld episode where George felt offended that his girlfriend didn't think that talking about washroom stalls were interesting enough. On the contrary, I say it is.

Who wants to talk about the same old thing when there's a million more topics out there?

(1) I am a victim and a perpetrator of small talk
(2) Example of small talk: How's work? / Good. / That's good. / Yeah / *awkward pause* / It's nice to see you again / Yeah. It's been a while. / *awkward pause* / I'll see you next time then / *end of small talk*

I woke up feeling well rested only to be disappointed when I checked my clock and realized only two hours passed and its only 3:30.


(1) Why do people feel the need to air their dirty laundry? Is it just me or some things are just meant to be personal?
(2) I am officially staying away from malls or any place that the card can effortlessly glide and put a dent on my bank account.
(3) The doctor wants to see me to "discuss the results". This is what happens when you complain that the doctor never calls you to tell you about tests you've done. Come and see me again = something is abnormal. Erm.
(4) I am too cellphone dependent.
(5) I want an Ipad. Just because.

Patient: Will you get offended if I tell you something?
Me: No, no, go ahead.
Patient: You look like you're 12.
Me: It'll be a compliment when I'm 40.

I'm babbling because it's 6 am and there's no one to talk to.

This would be the perfect time to have a small talk with anyone. Erm.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

sleep escapes me

I just spent a good hour reading random messages to the now defunct, at least in my books, Friendster. It's quite a memory lane I must say. At least five years of randomness still preserved that provide tidbits of insight to what my life was back then.

It's the only reason I hold on to it. It's like the box of letters from grade/highschool that I know one day I'll eventually let go.

Once again, I woke up at 3 am wondering whether I had a dream or merely worrying about things I have no control of. The line can be blurry sometimes.

I have two group of friends - married and the other in long term relationships.

The married ones say that I should still enjoy my life and do whatever I want to while the other continue to question whether we have plans to tie the knot soon.


Is it the greener-on-the-other-side syndrome?

The birds are chirping away already.
That can't be good.

Must. Go. Back. To. Sleep.

Monday, June 14, 2010

how long

I didn't realize it's been too long since I blurted something here.

It's actually been long enough that I have forgotten which email account I was using. Erm.

It has been a great weekend working nights as the in-charge nurse this last weekend. If only for the feeling of "this is too good to be true" that never fails to enter my mind every 30 minutes or so, didn't bother me so much. Being pessimistic seems to be easier than being optimistic these days.

We all keep looking at each other, everytime the phone rings expecting a sudden rush of admissions.

I almost didn't mind working nights for once.

J keeps joking that I somehow tricked him into believing that I am a nice, lovely girl. Apparently I have become a nagger (THE HORROR!!) and too mataray. Erm. I say he turned me into whatever he thinks I am now. HMP!

I'll be going on a short trip with my sister soon and so far, we're already not coming to terms with what we should do there. I said I wanted to see a store (that they only have in that place) and she says just go to something similar here. Hmmm.

This is turning out to be like how it was when we went to Philippines. :S

I have nothing brilliant to share.