Lily

My Mr Husband,

Though at times, you are difficult, sorry that I have to curse and hate you. Truth is, I am here because of you and always to be with you. I know deep inside we are completing one another, but still differences made all the cue to cult. Things I accepted are those making me angry and bitter sometimes.

I owe you for everything in life, past and future. My clock still ticking and time is running past us - fast!

For all those days of sober, cry and bitterness
I sure the cure to it is still sweet

I am hoping life treats us good
In time for both us to ship through and keeping up with the love boats

Thanks for the time, and sorry
But for sure I love the lilies :)

ICU - the black magic

Life is tough.

Boohoo... Cliche cliche

I thought deep in my heart and not-so-noble thoughts, I am one of the weirdos who like dealing with the near-dead people (through profession) and nothing like ghost whisperer and etc but I found more of the kind.

Then true enough there more out there who can't stand dealing with people - mostly the crappy one.
Why so? I mean why they are so called crappy?

1) Think illness is a game - suicider mostly
2) Thinking that disease is a disaster - like the doctors are nun (never got sick/laid)
3) Thinking that disease is another thing can be swapped with business card - hello, i am so and so
4) Thinking that hospital another shopping malls

CRAP!
My job is to cure and care. But how do I do when my heart full of such of the irritation to the above. I am still somehow doing the versa.

1) I still got scolding from bosses - though rarely
2) I still got warnings on punching in late- crazy shit
3) I still got shoutings from patients and family - once in a blue moon

But when that does happen, surely one thing I am so sure I would do
- let the dumb fight with one!

D End -