JinxI am such a jinx!
Today is a very bad day, it all started with a code blue in the department for the student who just reported for duty, it is always busiest in the morning because that is the time whereby all the changes took place.
Haiz.
Probably tough luck. I was the one who checked the E-Trolley last Sunday and a code blue took place in the department last 3days after that; and this week again I was the one who checked the E-Trolley yesterday and today we got another one which is to me, kinda rare to have so many times in less than a week when we are not doing geriatrics.
Anyway, we were jokingly saying that I should probably be "banned" from checking the E-Trolley again. Ha.
After the code we were admitting non-stop and the thing is that they are all what we called "same day admission" which means that they come in and they will go for operation on that day itself. Haiz. So we are all running about for cases and all of us are "nil by mouth" after 12pm. When the time was close to 7pm, the counter is in a state which resembles the post catastrophic scene. The counter was covered with casesheets, charts and medication records.
When the hand over was finally done, none of us wanna get moving and we took out the cake given by some kind soul and had our meal and let our legs rest before we move ourselves home, almost die there man.
Haiz, I will be having my rounds of night-off-night-off-night-off soon, should be able to live past, but I really have to find time to go exercising to relief off some steam accumulated at work so I won't get overcooked or turned into Godzilla. *Lame*
*Yawnz*
Better go to bed with my new S.H.E album. YEAH!
THIEF!!!OMG!
Some mysterious person just stolen the joss stick urn outside my house!
*Raise brow* I really wonder what can people do with that, and, ain't they afraid something mishap will happen??? Stealing is bad, stealing under the eye of goddess??? Umm...
Anyway, according to Mom, not only ours is being stolen, from our floor all the way down those with an urn outside the house all went missing and Mom said that the urn is kinda expensive.
So?
Steal it to re-sell to people?
Somemore I slept at 4.30am this morning and the urn is kinda near my window, and I did not hear any sound and my Papa usually wake up at around 5am and I doubt he heard anything too. Haiz, I still can't believe it.
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Was browsing through friendster due to the curiousity to what Nad told me the other day, and I happen to see....
DONA's SON!
DAMN CUTE LOR!!!
Make me feel like being a mother suddenly.
Heh.
Too early la.
AbortionDear Mommy,
I am in Heaven now, sitting on God's lap.
He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken.
I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened.
I was so excited when I began realizing my existence.
I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes.
I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings.
I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.
Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me.
Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry.
I heard Daddy yelling back.
I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon.
I wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the day.
I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.
That same day, the most horrible thing happened.
A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in.
I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me.
Maybe you never heard me.
The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming,
"Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me."
Complete terror is all I felt.
I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore.
Then the monster started ripping my arms off.
It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain.
It didn't stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop.
I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.
Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying.
I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me.
I wanted to make all your tears go away.
I had so many plans to make you happy.
Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered.
Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all.
I wanted more than anything to be your daughter.
No use now, for I was dying a painful death.
I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you.
I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand.
And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead.
I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place.
I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone.
The angel took me to God and set me on His lap.
He said He loved me, and He was my Father. Then I was happy. I asked Him what the thing was that killed me. He answered, "Abortion.
I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels."
I don't know what abortion is;
I guess that's the name of the monster.
I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl.
I tried very hard to live.
I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too powerful.
It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live.
I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you.
I didn't want to die.
Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster.
Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did.
Please be careful.
Love,
Your Baby Girl
