Wednesday, March 2, 2011

time well wasted

Funny thing happened:

After I wrote a paragraph or two of how I've been wasting my time, I accidentally hit the back button and I lost my entry. Erm.

Perfect example of wasted time I must say.
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If I type this --> @_@ what does it mean? How about --> *_*

I have nothing better to write really.
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On a random note, I decided that I will try my best to occupy my days off not just twiddling (yes, I looked it up just in case I made up that word) my thumb as I anticipate the day I will be back to work. And no, it's not because I love working but because I am anxious. Erm.

- I finished two books and continue to hunt for the next must-read-one-more-page book I can find. Yey for Ibooks and Kobo application for enticing me to browse and browse and browse and easily waste 30 minutes looking for a free book. Erm.

- Be amused by YouTube videos of communitychannel.

- Browse recipes on Epicurious that I will eventually (keyword) attempt. I have yet to cook a thing in my life that will make my mom proud. Sad for a 26 year old female. Erm.

- Attempt to successfully make a pamphlet for work to distribute to uninterested colleagues or patients. This undertaking should have taken me a week in my younger years *cough-bad excuse-cough* but is now dragging on for months. wtf. Erm.

- Write an entry for me to read when I'm old and gray.

As you can see, my life has been monotonous. Any attempt to make it otherwise has been blocked by my need to rest, laziness and lack of companion.

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Dear Ipad,

Don't ever leave me for my life will be dull.

Wt.

Monday, February 28, 2011

mute

To whom it may concern:

The moment you start screaming at me and give me attitude as if I am not doing my job, I tune you out. I appreciate that you are only looking out for your loved one but I really don't respond well to sarcasm and attitude.

Why is it that you get mad at me because you've waiting for the doctor for hours yet you smile and nod when they finally come?

Please give me a little break. I can only take so much.

Sincerely,
your overworked nurse

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Dream Log: I had gum in my mouth and started to panic when I realized that the more I chew it, the more it got sticky. I woke up with fear that it would actually happen one of these days. Erm.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

sorry is a word

... that I hear too often.

Deja vu?

Sigh.

What will I do with this guy? Crying does not help. And trust me, I can trump any drama actress with the amount of tears I've shed. Anger only last as long as my attention span. It just doesn't feel right to be angry. What to do? I know how to push his buttons but we are not in highschool.

When does it end? How long will his I-don't-know-why-I-did-it excuse work? Better yet, when will I stop using his own excuse to justify my actions?

Dear Self,

I'm sorry.