Finally attachment at KKH ends yesterday. Well, things were not as bad as i thought. Nursing kids were actually not that bad after all. It was fun playing with them, seeing them smile made my day.

Funny thing was, parents tend to use us to scare their kiddo to make them listen to them and be obedient. They would say things like, ' if you don't quieten down the jie jie will scold you and poke u with needles ' And then the kiddo will be looking at us innocently and starts to cry. Gosh. I've become the evil witch that goes around poking kids if they don't behave. ROFL.

And some sick little ones, as they are playing happily with their parents, they will start crying when they see me approaching them. I'm surprised that they actually could recognize us nurses. At the same time, i felt so bad to make them cry too. And seeing those little ones' tear from being poke by jabs really broke my heart. They don't deserve all these, they should be enjoying their childhood like any other kids, playing with their favourite toys in the playroom, and not cooped up in the hospital's cot.

After spending 2 weeks at the paediatrics ward, the more i don't want to work with kids anymore. Not because i hate kids, which i thought it might be the reason, but seeing them suffer at this age, my heart just wrenches.

i love walking in the rain, so nobody knows that i'm crying..♥

Went for breakfast with Mummy in the morning, and went for school after that. Got so bored in the lecture, so i went through news feeds in my facebook when i saw WJ's post, and found out something which was really shocking. Thou not close, but losing somewhere whom used to appear around in my life seems like a sad thing.


Remembering the times when we were in NSS, i never had good impression of him. He was a troublemaker, mischievous but a joker. Friends around him never got bored. Always managed to make them smile and make their day. He had good friends from all around. He was loud, and walked with his hands and legs swinging wide, like a typical beng. Being in the same class with meant no peace, and the teachers had no reins over him. He was just like a wild horse. He fractured his hand during school times, and he was not in school for a period of time, which meant peace for the teachers. He missed out alot, but friends were there to help him. He fractured his dominant hand, which made him unable to write. So could see he was quite contented not needing to do any work in class.

Never knew that he worked in MacDonalds too, till the day i got attached to Centrepoint and saw him there. His name tag nearly made me faint, CREWLEADER. His pattern could be crewleader ?! What a joke. Or maybe i was wrong about him ? I don't know. That fateful day, was my first attachment to Centrepoint, and their crew room was not in the store, it was somewhere near the dumpster area. So he lead me there, and there were 2 ends, and he pointed out to me that the crew room was at the far end. So i walked towards, only to find out that there were only garbage bins there. Found out that i was cheated, turned around, and there he is, laughing like mad at me. Got mad at him for a while, but laughed with him in the end. And my memory ends there.


i love walking in the rain, so nobody knows that i'm crying..♥