An awesome and awful weekend...

The weekend was good, because I didn't have to work. Yes, I just finished my run of 12 nights in a row! Finally, I'd get 4 days off, which is awesome! No, awesome doesn't even begin to describe how good it feels, to be able to do normal things again...

We went out for yumcha @ The Oriental Tea House, located on Chapel St. We initially went to the one in Chadstone, but couldn't get a park, because everyone was seeking air-conditioning indoors!! It was a stinking 46.4 degrees on Saturday...

The decor in The Oriental Tea House :) Quite nice huh???

Mei's all smiles when she doesn't have to work on a weekend :) WHEE..... kekekekeke...

Jonny boy just had a hair cut. I'm still getting used to him... I reckon he doesn't look AS different this time around, as compared to the last few times he had his hair cut. 

The weather returned to normal on Sunday - yes, it was only 20 degrees on Sunday. We had a brief thunderstorm and rain on Sunday morning, which was good! I hope it did contribute, albeit a little bit, to extinguishing the bushfires that have hit parts of Victoria. 

I've been following it on the news. So, far more than 130 people have perished in the shocking bushfires. Some deliberately lit by some inconsiderate bastards, some... I suppose, it's just been too hot and dry here. Investigations are in place, to find out the culprits of the fires, but more importantly, this is a state emergency, and everyone's been offering a helping hand to the victims and family members of those who were involved. To those who lost their loved ones, those who lost their homes, those who lost their belongings, those who lost... everything. I'm sorry doesn't even cut it. 

The hospital system is being stretched because of the increasing numbers of admissions. Those who are working in ED and trauma, you guys are doing a wonderful job! And to the CFA and SES teams, we can never thank you enough for risking your lives, to save others. 

Apparently, 22 of the fires are still raging and spreading violently. I hope everyone stays safe! 2009 so far, hasn't been a terrific one for me. But I'm still thankful that I have my loved ones around me, in the pink of health, and I still have a job that's secure. 

Stay safe, everyone...

I wonder...

Have you ever wondered why we dream? And what's the significance of them? I know everyone dreams, but sometimes, you wake up not remembering what the hell you just dreamt about, besides very very scratchy snippets of them... but sometimes, you remember your dreams vividly and start to question the significance. 

It's as if God's sending me a sign, or really... is it just my subconscious trying to remind me of my rights and wrongs, hoping that I could correct my wrongs, move on and live my life the way I should. The way we're all meant to... to the fullest, and without regrets. 

I was a girl who craved for excitement when I was younger. A girl who thought she could do things she wants, and not suffer the consequences. That everyone will forgive her, because they love her. That everyone will give her a second chance. Basically, I had everything I wanted, without having to strive hard for them. 

But somewhere along the way, she learnt her lesson by paying a dear price for it. She lost someone dear to her, because she hurt him in a way that was too much for anyone to bear. And nobody should have to. She made him cry for weeks in silence, because of her own selfishness. For not having thought about "them" enough. For not putting enough love and consideration into the relationship. 

It was then she realised that it was really over between them. That she had the hearts to do something that would hurt the person she loved, so deeply. How could she? She hated herself. She even hated the temptation. She had shut herself off from all her friends, because she knew she couldn't face them. She locked herself in the room, and cried for months. But she knew that all the crying in the world, would not make his wound heal any quicker. Nothing she does now, will make his pain go away... 

That was when she realised she's lost him for good. 

5 years down the road, she still dreams about it. For she still feels guilty and responsible for it. 

Yes, of course she's learnt her lesson. Yes, he's forgiven her and they are still good friends now. Yes, she's found someone and is more than happy with him... Yes, she's learnt from this life experience, and will cherish what she has now, dearly... very very dearly. Looking back, that way the turning point in her life, where she grew from an inconsiderate girl, to an adult. 

There's nothing more she could ask for. He parted with many words of wisdom, and knew she could see through the bleak clouds one day, and someday find her sunshine again. To find someone who loves her, and deserves to be loved back unconditionally. Someone that will give her his time, and puts her on the top of his priority list. Someone who would come home at the end of the day, and have dinner at home with her. Someone who could give her a normal life. 

And for that, she's ever so thankful. That he was selfless, to let her go, because he knew that he couldn't provide that. Not because he didn't love me, but because he did. 

But in her subconscious, the fact remains that there is always a scar where his heart used to be, and she'll always be that knife. Is it really true that time heals all wounds? If so, then why do I still feel so bad when I think about it? 

But I suppose everything happens for a reason. If I didn't have that yesterday, I wouldn't be the person I am today. 

I couldn't agree more...

Came across this person's blog on theage.com.au on my night shift.

Hating the beach

Dare I say it? I hate the beach. Yep, hate the hot, windy, sandy, smelly beach. Yeah, I know, that's almost heresy here in Oz -- and yes, I was taken to the beach as a kid like every other Aussie kid (and regularly got burnt to a crisp).

This week, during our blistering heatwave, the standard cliched TV news footage showed lemmings fleeing there in droves, hip-hopping over scorching sand to the shallows to ``escape the heat''. But they are not escaping at all. I can't think of anywhere hotter, more uncomfortable, more unpleasant than on a steaming beach on a day of 43 degrees.
What's wrong with these people? Am I the only one with any sense? You travel there in a cauldron on wheels, jammed in traffic on shimmering bitumen along with other lemmings doing the same.

You clamber to find a spot out of the sun, maybe erect an umbrella, and sit on a towel with sand blowing in your face, invading your anatomical cavities. You have to negotiate rocks and dog turds and discarded junk (maybe even syringes) on the burning sands searching for your Spot and when you find it, you have to sprint over a hotplate to get to the water. By the time you return to your towel, you're hot again. Salt dries on your skin, flies hover, maybe the odd mosquito if dusk approaches.

Your sandwiches go limp, water goes warm. Big flabby human elephants trudge by, like exhibits from some ghoulish horror show. Noise pests rev up motorboats and jet skis off-shore.
Meanwhile, back home, your blessed homestead sits shaded by the overhanging tree, air-conditioner and giant TV at the ready, refrigerator packed with cool drinks, snacks. There's ice in the freezer, no sand in your jocks, a shelf full of good books whose pages won't blow over in the wind or burn out your retinas with reflected glare. Bliss!

I think I'll just crack open a stubby by the fountain. Just in time to watch the TV news showing those lunatics frying on the bayside beaches. Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, ouch, ouch, ouch.

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I couldn't agree more with what he's got to say. I love the beach, don't get me wrong... but not when it's 43 degrees outside, and with a gazillion other big flabby people, fighting for a spot on the beach.

And the raging bush fire @ Gippsland hasn't helped the temperature either... sigh. Apparently, it's deliberately lit too! Who would wanna do such a thing?!! It's horribleeee!!! I hope they'd burn in hell for creating this disaster... 

To everyone returning to school / work today - Hopefully the train services have improved. Have a good week, everybody~!