Hey,

aren't you glad this is over?

Yes, it's over.

No more blogging.

I've got pain on my lower abdomen and I'm waiting for my mefanamic acid to take its effect. I'm feeling a little miserable. Nothing I do makes it better. I have a sudden thought:

I want to die in the comfort of my own home.

Wished I had a talent like that too.

THAT BLARDIE BITCH.

I went out with my colleagues after work yesterday to watch "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs" and a game of Cranium and Taboo at Minds' cafe. The fellowship was great, laughed our guts out and promised we'd do it again.

I symphatise with this new nurse who joined the "force" just few months back. Honestly, I'm praying that a she will find her passion and joy in nursing. It seems her days never got brighter and her shift literally sucked. She has the worst preceptor ever and if I were her, I'd probably break down and not survive the current storm. She told me she doesn't like to travel by train because it reminds her of work. How tragic!

So I'm back at work and I'm trying to get myself back on track. I've got to remind myself never to be complacent, be thankful and continue to praise God with all that I have. I've got to remain humble and give thanks. Everything is impossible if He isn't with me.

Jesus, bless and comfort this new colleague of mine. Amen.