Dear Prudence

Tragedy is like a sick addiction. You miss the drama but it rips your heart and ages you each time. You think with each passing trauma you'll get better, get stronger. Truth is, it's always a new kind of hurt, a new kind of wound. The old ones dont seem to heal at all. They are just ... forgotten.


When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

She's running out the door
She's running out
She run run run run...
Run...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here - Creep, Radiohead


Things are fine over in my camp. The father has regained his consciousness and his condition, stabilised. Being the mule that he is, upon being conscious, he struggled with the tubings and the machines. Unable to speak because of the tube down his throat, he motioned and struggled to be broken free. Quite a funny sight, save for the fact that we were in the ICU with many unconscious people surrounding us.

To Clara, Weiling and Noreen, thanks for making the trip down. Though I tried (in my own twisted ways) to stop you guys from coming, I am glad you guys totally ignored my hint and came anyway. That was comforting. Liah, I know you cant make it but it's all right. It really is.


Yay.


Again, as fate would have it, Noreen left SGH and headed to Tan Tock Seng Hospital. Her back problems were acting up and as I am blogging right now, she is on a hospital bed in TTSH, warded. Get well, babe. Speedy recovery.

Okay that all aside, the reason for my 3-am-melancholia is because of ...yes it's back...Grey's Anatomy Ep 11. After not being available for weeks (or is it months), the show is finally back online and my, Ep 11 sure is back with a vengeance, sans the blood this time. It's very heartbreaking, this episode. Why cant we all just get along?


Why cant we all just get along?


It's funny that lovers sabotage their relationships and want to get out.
Dont they know there are many trying to get in?


Fifi: Do you know that Benson is attached?
Ed: Is it? Yay good for him!
Fifi: You are becoming an "endangered species".


Oh no.
I am endangered.
Conservation, anybody?


Think I should hit the sack.

A thousand times goodnight, gunny sackers.


P/S: Thanks for the well-wishes and prayers. Much appreciated, mucho gracias.


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