Hello... I changed my music to this one again... I just find it so encouraging and uplifting. A few days ago when i was walking past toa payou central to take the mrt to school I saw some Promotion for selling musical instruments. Someone was playing "Canon in D " on the piano. It was so soothing. I just fell in love with it... haha... actually i really envy those ppl who learnt musical instruments from young. Last time i used to learn to learn to play piano for a few lessons in china. It was in one of the houses we rented. Then i dunno why, we either had to move house or I came back to singapore. And the rest is history... I get touched very easily when i see ppl playing the piano... dunno why also...




Recently I have become very nostalgic and try ways and means to contact my old secondary friends. Probably I know if I dun try now, I would probably never get to talk to them again. I just want to know how are they. Are they doing well in the roads of their life after we parted.




Its really amazing. One thing I can never figure out is how time passes so fast. I still remember how 8 years ago i came to singapore with my mother. (I shall not give the details). My auntie picked us up from the airport and we were given a small room in "The Hiding Place" to live in. Those tattoed uncles and brothers were always there to take care of me. I was supposed to go to primary 6 but since it was already half year through I went to primary 5.



Then I went to secondary school. Sometimes I felt like i did not belong , especially in my CCA... cause i felt they were a bunch of hypocrites. Every week after the meetings I would go home to cry. However, I made some true lasting friends and even had someone I liked (though I dun think he ever liked me but I still think of him now and then). And there was someone unfortunately that liked me but I never thought of him that way. Then in sec. 4 alot of things happened that made me feel very sad. But it did make me stronger.



But that fateful year passed and I decided to join nursing after sec. school (probably the only wise major I made myself despite my parent's initial objections). I wanted my presence to bring warmth to ppl and ppl to feel loved and accepted even if they were dying. I wanted their life to be meant living. So these 3 years of poly have passed in a gist... I am enjoying it though there are ups and downs. I still remember my very first assessment, I did a simple stupid mistake and the lecturer said i didn't have any right to be a nurse. And there was another time during my first attachment in which I saw an old auntie I was close to pass away due to cancer and I had to do last office for her. I told one of the staff that i was feeling very sad. She told me if i get very emotional she doesn't think I can stay in this line. I was so traumatised and cried a fair bit.




After that I told myself I must be strong, at least for my patients. Sometimes I feel that no matter what happens now, my tears simply wun come out (even if I try forcing). In alot of aspects i have changed. Become more realistic , more practical, more sarcastic, less bulliable. But in many ways i am still the same. I still manage to retain my child likeness, gained more cheerfulness. i dunno what sort of person i am... go figure lah...




Ok , i am back to my books again.. ciao!!!