She cooks. I read books. She does house chores and I’m lazy hardcore. She is sensitive and caring whilst me, hypersensitive and daring. While all guys love her, I drool over poster of Keanu Reeves and Vin Diesel. While she learns how to cook, I busy myself youtubing. I facebook like crazy while she does her reading for assignments. She spent sleepless night doing her assignment and I? 5 minutes each day. She is loved by all but me? Hah. I have scrolls of people who hate my sinovial fluid. She whispers prayer at night while I sing like donkey in the bathroom. She walked with confident in wards and delivered care conscientiously. Me? I tap my foot, recalling the steps I’ve learnt from youtube while pasing reports. She is the sample must-be-nurse for IMU and I’m the wild goose who dares to raise my voice to banana doctors and coconut nurses. While she dreams to be a professional benchmark nurse, I wished I’ve done another course. She just wants to find a good man and settle down with a cozy family. I HATE CHILDREN. She plays volleyball and the center for netball. The only thing I knew was to run like crazy but guess what? My stamina is zero now. Z.E.R.O.
We used to talk but after the incident last year, we hardly talk. Not even when we went to the trip together. Not even when the whole house is empty except both of us. Not even if we get stuck in the lift. Lol…I am notorious for silence treatment. That’s my middle name. No, wait. Mean is my middle name. Or is it Snob? Gee…can’t remember, too many middle names.
Today she cooked some herbal chicken for me cuz I slept like pig and didn’t go out for dinner. Knowing me, I’ll probably end up with a bowl of instant noodles. That must be the healthiest thing I’ve ever taken for the past six months. Hmm…I’m ashamed and don’t know how to thank you so I dedicate this post to you. I don’t think she reads blog because she rather read journals so…sigh! I have so little guts after all. Sigh…I envy her for all that she can do and the fact that everybody knows her and love her. I feel like a pig. Wait…that’s animal abuse. I feel like a can of spilt corn.
I really should be studying instead of blogging nowadays as exam is approaching but heck, I can’t concentrate in those slides anyway.