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Tuesday, October 31, 2006

It is done

Grey's Anatomy season two has finally come to an end. Personally I thought it didn't have a solid start to the season after a thrilling season one, with the first couple of episodes looking stale. I honestly feared that it would plummet into a pointless soap opera, but who would give up watching McDreamy for Cold Case on channel nine? NEVER! So I stuck to it and am glad I did because each medical challenge sheds some light on the doctors' personal experiences without injecting constant gore or bloody body parts like ER. The funny and witty storylines are just pleasant and hilarious to watch. But I admit, I cried when Doc had to be put down. And I cried when you don't have a choice between life and death. And I cried when we parted ways. A split in anticipation but in denial for far too long. The times we had were good. It is done, but I wish you well.




Listening to...
Chasing Cars
We'll do it all everything, on our own
We don't need anything, or anyone
If I lay here, if I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world
I don't quite know how to say how I feel
Those three words are said too much
They're not enough
Let's waste time chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace to remind me to find my own

Monday, October 30, 2006

Just when I can breathe again

When you are working full time ten hours a day, there's no escaping the caffeine fix. How I got through the last three weeks with minimal sleep, overtime UNPAID work, weekend work and all sorts of disasters is beyond me. My body toiled through the tough times but has now crumbled, knowing that it can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel but is not there yet. Oh well, might as well catch the awful cold now, says the body. And no thanks to a colleague who had the cold, a friend's friend whom I did not know was sick when I generously agreed to put her up in my place, and numerous other people who seemed to be sick all at once, I am now officially on a sickie.

Daylight savings panic
I received Cath's text message at 6.48am yesterday, informing me that she is running late for band practice. Still dazed and confused after only just waking up and having my teeth brushed, my momentary walk on white puffy clouds came to a halt when I realised I had forgotten to put my clock FORWARD one hour. As of that moment, it was 7.48am and I was effectively LATE for practice which started at 7.30am! And unfortunately I wasn't playing at our Wollongong church, but at Shellharbour which takes me 25 minutes to get there. And being extremely sick did not help my panic mode. And I did consider the day before to get a replacement but every other keyboardist is already on duty. And I did speed, only a little, on the freeway until I saw a police car travelling behind me but made a turnoff a while later. I feel lucky.

He is fine
To all my friends, local and overseas, thanks heaps for your text messages during that scary moment in life. He has been discharged from hospital after a three day admission. If you are game enough, check out the pictures of the wreck here.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

And my week could not have been worse

As usual, he was driving home from college. Suddenly, he swerved the car when another car cut into his lane. Hitting the kerb, his car flipped and rolled over a few times.

A few helpful men stopped to help pull him out of the wreck. The Honda's a goner. He was admitted to the hospital immediately with head and body injuries. X rays and CTscans are clear, but he's in a lot of pain.

The news broke during half time of my netball semifinals yesterday. It could not have been so timely. I was extremely worried that my hands were shaking profusely, refusing to calm down.

But thank you Lord for your protection. I am thankful that nothing worse than this has happened. Please watch over this notorious brother of mine with your healing hands and your merciful angels.

If you know Eng, include him in your prayers will ya? And it's a week before his 19th birthday.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Exhaustion setting in

My dirty laundry has reached waist high. My kitchen is messy. There are cat food scraps on the floor. Worse is the cat peeing in the bath tub. My camping bag is still unpacked. There are clean unironed clothes lying on the floor. The bed is unmade. The floors have not been mopped in weeks. My gym membership is wasting itself away. My meal times are screwed up. Eye bags are appearing.

Why is everything so messed up? That's because I have not worked so hard before in my life - two weekends in a row, at least 10 hours each day for the past two weeks. Afternoon shift work sucks. I hope I will never do another 16 hours work. I got splashed with synthetic resin at work - absolutely saturated. I also got splattered with blue dye. Blue fingernails can be trendy. I am now hating my project. It's messy. And I mean it literally too.

I'm going mad. And I'm tired, sleepy, cranky, the lot. Thank God I have a company holiday tomorrow.

Monday, October 09, 2006

I am extremely stressed out that

I went in to work on Saturday and Sunday

I scooped laundry powder instead of scooping cat poo

I will get hammered if the system does not bloody work at the end of the day

I am so not looking forward to my first afternoon slash night shift tomorrow

I am tired. Very tired.

Saturday, October 07, 2006

What a week!

Finally, the countdown ended. It has been 15 weeks and 4 days after the last public holiday. Far too long, I'd say. A camping trip wasn't part of my initial idea of a relaxing long weekend, but I tagged along anyway. There were so many stuff to bring, far too many just-in-case items to pack, and just not enough car space to fit them all! And I'm talking about two girls in a red Toyota with a fully filled car boot and back seats just for two nights camping trip.

Moruya Heads was our destination. The caravan park where we pitched our tents was surprisingly very well equipped with tennis courts, volleyball courts, games room and clean toilet cabins, albeit having to move from one shower cubicle to the next if you decide to have a long hot shower. My portable gas stove certainly came in handy, with bacon and eggs every morning and stir fry kebabs for dinner. Mikey, one of the seasoned campers, had an impressive kitchenette set up in his car boot. That was really cool.

The nights were extremely cold. The boys were very effective in setting up the fire every night and playing guitars for Bob Marley sing-a-alongs. In all our laziness after a long drive to Moruya and setting up tents, we hopped on the back of Jono's ute, all fifteen of us, and drove as quietly as we can past the cranky owner's cabin at the front gate while trying as hard not to laugh everytime we rise and fall with the speed hump. The beach was so close yet so far! Such lazy buggers we are, and doing it illegally too. Hah! We ended up playing some sort of tag game, which then evolved into a tackle game. It was all fun playing in the dark and aided by two dolphin torches, until I sprained my thumb while frustratingly attempting numerous times to tackle Dane who runs like the wind. Oh well, at least Naomi and I did a pretty good job as a team.

It was all about the beach and water the next two days. Though it was fairly hot, the ocean was pretty cold. I ended up getting unevenly tanned, frequently switching between putting on my singlet and taking it off. Well, there's fickle-minded thinking for you. We also raided the outdoor sauna slash spa near the swimming pool. And to end our trip, we played water polo, cheater style, no rules. :)

Now it's back to work, stress, farewell dinner, Saturday at work, possibly tomorrow as well, panic Monday (for sure), and afternoon shift work on Tuesday, and I'm talking about a possible 12 hour shift. *deep breath*

"Believe in yourself" were Sam's parting words after Friday's farewell dinner for him. I will truly miss him, having conveniently bugged him for the last two years and seeking help in all my laziness just by yelling out to him across my desk. Don't stress, I can do it.