Eksems!!

Today’s D-Day!

Exam starts today, wish me luck!

I Need Peace (con’t)

A continuance from the last post ….

The Indonesians working next door makes me feel insecure. Hacking is still going on, why don’t they just detonate the whole f*cking house? It’s faster and easier than drilling for hours

Sometimes I wish the whole roof would collapse on them while the owner is inside checking, and kill all of them for good.

I Need Peace

Some MAJOR renovation is going on next door it seems …. as if the same ol’ spot is being drilled over and over again. If that’s not bad, it’s right at my room.

What the hell?

It’s been a week since I got more than 6 hours sleep in a row ….. my exams are looming and I’m FUMING because of this!!

Negative

Hubby and I got tested yesterday

We’re relieved

Random #02

I think my acne breakouts are caused by:

1. My peanut butter cravings
2. Exam stress

…. lethal combination, sigh

The Clutter! Oh Shudders

Yes, I am a neat freak. A self confessed neat freak. Things do get messy at times, but there’s a limit to untidiness for heaven’s sake!

Last night was a visit to a friend’s room and to my horror – clothes strewn everywhere, dull old paint fading from the walls, warm, humid, dusty, shabby as ever! -_-

I wonder how could someone live in such an environment? Yes, you’re renting a place, but that’s no excuse for living like a slob! If hubby had such traits, I’d give him a kick in the rear end, and with a disgusted look too!

Sigh, and there I was, thinking that a gay man’s world is ALWAYS immaculate. WRONG!

I’m still in shock you know?

Tarot Me! Baby

Hello!

It’s been a while indeed. Updates updates – my final week of university is coming to an end, then I’ll be on 2 weeks study break (bloody insufficient) before the big E commences. Things are going great with me and hubby, he’s finally realized we’ve got to make more connection other than sex and cuddles, which is keeping us glued together momentarily. It’s not as bad as you think, perhaps he’s just a little shy when starting with conversations, leaving me with all the work -_-

Yesterday after a heavy sushi meal, courtesy of him of course (because he got his first paycheck) , God, I should be embarrassed we went back to his place. He took out a set of Tarot cards (to my surprise) and wanted to see how I’d fare in the future. I used to be interested in Tarot cards in the past, but never gotten anyone to read it for me, or even own a deck of my own for that sake! I wanted to know three things – my career in 10 years time, my health in 7 years time and finally, my love life in 7 years time as well.

My career would be a rocky one as the cards I choose were mostly cards of ’swords’. Apparently that suit of cards means difficult times/conflict and I had like 5 ’swords’ cards after choosing. Hubby says the my heart is not fully in the pharmacy line, but I’m just keeping to it because that’s the line I choose to study. There will be a lot of hard work for me …. etc. He also mentioned that I’ll be at a respectable position at work with a handsome paycheck that I’ll be happy with BUT I will feel burdened and overworked with hardly enough time to indulge socially. Buried under work perhaps?

As for my health, I would be indulging a lot this year but will still find balance to good health. Apparently next year would be a difficult one, something to do with deteriorating health due to emotional distraught? Something like that. I’m quite worried about that part and I hope nothing terrible happens. Later years would be the usual ups and down regarding my health and I was cautioned to keep a good health regime in my seventh year. Will be too stressed at work perhaps?

Love life. Now this is the interesting part as the majority of cards picked were ‘cups’ card, which dealt mostly with emotions. It was also a little scary listening to hubby interpret the cards because what he said about me was 90% true. Beginning with the person I am, I’m seeking emotional stability and I would seek someone similar, level headed and thinks the same way as me. Apparently I’ll be with someone younger or somewhere around the same age. By the time I’m 30 (7 years from now) I’d already be emotionally rich, meaning that I’ll have lots of experience with relationships and people by then. Also, I’ll be happy with my love life, happier compared to most of my friends who will still be seeking happiness with love. I would have settled down by then, but only time will tell ….

Of course, you can’t believe in these kinda stuff, but the love life part seemed to coherent with me … coherent enough to leave me pondering. I’m a little confused about my career part as I see myself loving the pharmacy the more I’m exposed to hospital attachments. Perhaps there would be something I will dislike the moment I start working. Oh wait, he also mentioned that I would be under a lot of authority at work, which leaves me quite powerless. This would probably be the part I dislike. Never ever boss this bitch around! I bite

The night ended with well, you know what and we cuddled a bit before leaving his place at 3am.

Although elated, I still wished he lived closer.

1+1=2

I’m finally done with sickening hospital attachments. Not that I dread it a lot. It was just such a hassle waking up so early to face arduous traffic jams and annoying drivers. Besides, I’ve had first hand experience when it comes to government servants who don’t know how to keep time .. go figure.

Yes, the hospital has taught me a lot indeed. I’m very impressed with the pharmacists there, especially the ward pharmacists. They seem to be a walking drug handbook themselves. With such vast knowledge, it’s felt really grateful having someone to look up to and knowing you’d be a walking drug book yourself in the future. Just name a drug and they’ll tell you EVERYTHING regarding it. I didn’t feel particularly comfortable though being in the ward for obvious reasons. The hospital I was attached to was old, run down and HOT.

Everyday was a battle to keep yourself dry and odor free

It was also quite saddening to see patients battling various diseases, but that’s the price you pay to be a healthcare professional. The worst was the hospice department. You literally see people just waiting for their times up.

Life has to go on ….

On a happier note, I’ve got good news for all. In regards to my previous post (and thanks for the comments), I decided to take the plunge and date him anyway. I guess it’s better to have loved than not love at all. I’m just going to focus on the ‘now’ and worry about the future later. Things are going EXTREMELY well between us. Funny thing is, this is the first time I’m seeing someone who’s younger than me.

Love really does make you feel wonderful

Question 01

Here’s something to ask yourself:

Would you have a relationship with someone whom you know will be leaving the country soon (eg: in 5 months) to pursue his/her education or to work, and you know the both of you are very into each other and is let’s say 90% compatible with each other?

Would you choose for temporary happiness, having loved and be loved rather than miss it totally OR not pursue the relationship be spared from heartache but knowing things might have worked out wonderfully?

Opinions?

Frangipani 20080307

Last night’s adventure was SO New Years Eve revisited! cue:puke

The highly anticipated revamp of Frangipani didn’t really excite me. Honestly, I preferred the pre-renovated look. I the only thing merciful about the new look was the abundant space it had to offer. No more old crowded Frangipani it used to be. I don’t understand the rationale of having a ‘non-smoking’ area when it is not sealed off from the smoking area? I mean, smoke will definitely permeate the entire expanse of Frangipani, so if you’re not a first hand smoker, you’ll get a whammy from second hand smoke.

Another star for more sitting places to indulge in chatter. Oh and lovely cushions too

I didn’t handle my drinks well last night … the long island tea had the last laugh. I should have stopped drinking in the car when I knew I had enough. Did I? NO

I woke up to an unfamiliar place … how on earth did I end up here? I glanced to my right and there was CJ sleeping. The worse part was I don’t even remember leaving Frangipani. The last I recalled was that I puked pretty badly in the toilets of Frangi.

Even stranger, my shirt and pants was totally different.

NO, get your head out of the gutter. Nothing happened and I’m damn sure about that. It was just a crazy night. Gosh, I got to stop drinking like a fish (but that’s what we all say)

Shocking