Monday, 21 May 2012

You.

something's bothering you and it's obvious.
you've been so quiet. so distant.

i miss the usual you.

and i can't help but feel like you're blaming me. but it's not my fault the results were not what you hoped it was. and i hate thinking that you're blaming me. i hate that i felt used. you and me, we're equal. you're no better than me, so don't act like you are above me. God i hate you. i hate you because i want you so fucking much.

what the fuck is this? you make my blood boil, you get me hot and bothered. you make me feel like the most beautiful angel. you make me feel like a slut. you want all of me, and i want all of you.

i want to make you happy. but i want to make me happy too. i can't be near you. i feel your gaze watching my every move. and i would gaze back at you when you're looking away.

but it's probably better for us to be this way. it's probably better for you to keep your distance. i'll get over you, like i got over the rest.


No money is easy money / Betrayed.

i'm the type of person who does not keep a lot of friends. sure, i have a lot of acquaintances, but it's not easy to get into my 'friends' circle, and even harder to get to 'close friends' circle, and i think almost impossible to get to the 'sisters' circle. trust me. even biological sister can't get into my 'sisters' circle. :)

the difference between the friendship level is based on how far i trust the person. basically, i don't trust anyone i keep as acquaintances. there are some bits of trust in my friends, and so on. as for sisters, i would trust them with my life.

so the story goes like this: in nursing college i got to know a girl. we started off as acquaintance, i actually gravitated towards her as she is somewhat in my wavelength in terms of a city girl with a passion for fashion, from similar family background and an open mind. we hung out a lot and gradually she became the few close friends that i had in that godforsaken college.

then after 3 years, graduation came and we went our separate ways. sure, i miss what few friends that i had back in college, especially since i don't make that many at work. so when the girl suddenly contacted me and wanted to hang out, i jumped at the chance. didn't care that i was tired after a super busy PM shift (work finished at 9pm, went out from ward at 11pm), i still went out of my way to meet her. we had fun, just exchanging stories and updating each other on our lives. we promised to meet up again some other time before we part for the night.

until one night she invited me for late night snacks at a mamak place. as usual, i've just finished a tiring day of PM shift but for the sake of seeing a good friend i dragged myself to see her. but what i got that night was a disappointing surprise. she actually had arranged that her "friend" came talk to me to pitch a shady business scheme that immediately screamed "Ponzi!!" in my head.

my face changed. my mind changed. my trust in her was totally destroyed within seconds. one thing was that it is an insult to my intelligence for her to think i would fall for that shit. another is that all those time, she was saying how much she wanted me to join her because she "trusted" me. no honey, "trust" is what i gave you. and now i take it back. because you betrayed it by trying to sell me out.

being the good (unconfrontational) friend that i am, i just put on my poker face, bid my farewell with a smile and left. and now she won't stop bugging me, calling me day in and day out, asking to see me again and again and again. i just kept lying and lying. it's fucking choking me, all the calls.

i just, i don't believe in easy money. sure, i hate it when i have to work hard to earn my pay. but at least i know i make an honest way of living. if there's one thing i learned in life, it's that there is no such thing as easy money. no one makes thousands just sitting on their ass. and another thing i learned the hard way in life is that greed will only bring you down. better to be thankful for what you have. i make just enough to pay for my car, put some food on the table and afford me some little bits of indulgences -- and i'm perfectly thankful.

so yeah, what i got out of this is to watch my back - people i trust might stab me from the back as i hug them. thanks a lot for bringing my paranoia a step further, "friend".

between desires and reality.

i want to get a tattoo. not a lot, just one, and in one particular place. on my right wrist, specifically right on my radial pulse point. i'm torn between getting my signature, or small stars or some sort of meaningful symbol like the Aquarius symbol. maybe the letter M.

i always have a thing for my wrist -- pulse points to be exact. like, i feel like it's the sexiest part of me. and not like beautiful kind of sexy (that would be my eyes *wink*). it's like, i like the sensations i get when someone touches me there. such a turn on. haha.

at first i didn't notice my interest until someone pointed out that i love writing things down on my wrist. or drawing something on it. i just like the feel of ink on my skin right at the pulse point. gives me great pleasure that i can't even comprehend, much less explain.

and as for the design, each of the symbol i'm thinking of has a meaning to it.

my signature - i am my own brand; i own myself.
small stars - to remind myself of my dreams and that i will achieve them one day, also to remind me that i am a rockstar in my own right. :)
Aquarius symbol - i believe that i'm a true blue Aquarius. even  though i hate to admit it, i'm so obsessed with horoscopes.
the letter M - my initial, the letter that embodies me. i love the letter so much that i actually have a secret wish to find myself a husband with the same initial and have all my kids' names start with the letter M. heheh.
3001 - my birthday date. don't know why i like it, i just do.

but alas, religion and social stigma kept me from getting one.

fuck.

Sunday, 20 May 2012

dumps.

argh. had 5 days of bliss without having to think about work... then comes back to all sorts of crazy shits, fuck, i think i was near to a nervous breakdown. back to day one, where everything is a blank.

in the end i left work with some work still unsettled. gets called from ward about those unsettled workloads, but i can't give a fuck anymore. my body hurts, it's been hurting for the past couple of days. my heart hurts because HE is on call. i just want to fucking sleep and never have to wake up again. but i can't. i have to wake up tomorrow... at 5.30am to be exact. the fact that i'm switching from PM to AM shift is not helping.


some days i feel like i need psychotherapy, and this is one of those days.

Monday, 14 May 2012

random ME fact.

despite my work as a nurse, i actually hate going to visit people in the hospital.

partly because being a nurse, i know how fucking annoying patients' visitors can be. "uh, nurse, the IV drip is not dripping," "erm, can you help to change the clothes, it's a tad bit dirty," "hey, can i get some pain meds? i have a headache,"
seriously people. sometimes i feel like flipping people off whenever visitors approach me during visiting hours. like, go fucking fuck fuck yourself. if the guy is not dying then he's fine.

and another part is the gloominess that hospitals always have. i hate it. it's almost as if i feel like whomever that i go to visit at the hospital is having some sort of a terminal illness that they can never overcome, and they will just end up in the morgue. i know, morbid thoughts. but it's just this weird thing i can't get rid off my brain.

Monday, 7 May 2012

Crazy?

there are moments in life where i question my sanity. the fact that i seem to think and behave differently compared to others. but maybe I've matured, maybe i'm just tired of questioning myself, but now i embraced who i am. i'll be whatever the fuck that makes me happy.

Rules of life.