I've been such a good good girl... Been staying at home to be a part time nurse... Its really not easy man...


I got to wake up super early 9plus in the morning... Usually I'll wake about 1 plus or so... Cant take naps so often unless my aunt is napping... Basically tiring but fufilling.. This gives me a chance to repay her.. Because I'm the apple of her eye... Hahaha...


I decided to pack my room alittle... Yup its 'much' better...


Uniform, mamasan bag and luggage will b deposited at Baby's house... No way am I giving my mamasan bag away! Baby & my aunt wants it... Hahhaa... It's mine!!!!!



Oh damn... I miss flying again.. The urge is so strong again... Haha...


I read Jo's blog.. I agree with her.. Once you've got used to the hetic schedule... It's like you're hook on it... And when you've too much time to spare.. You'll miss working... Should I say workaholic..?


Yes yes yes... I miss having the rostered life... Whereby I plan my time according to my off days... And when I couldn't hardly breathe, I yearn for more time & off days.. But still I love the nature of the job.. Though jet lag is kinda bad at times..


Way back to May and before - Baby & I used to be so much happier... Due to the fact that I'm so much chippy, active, happy & the love sick moments while I'm outstation makes me cherish the time we spend while I'm back in Singapore...


He admitted that we were so much in love during that time.. Absence makes the heart grow fonder... And if I had two or more off days... The first off day will be spend staying over at his house...


And he'll always try to make it a point to come and fetch me at the airpot.. Not always but once in awhile... Usually when he comes, somehow or rather my flight will be slighty delayed or never ending 'clean ups' before leaving the aircraft.. Baby will then get alittle frustrated for waiting so long for me.. Haha..


And the calls & messages send to me via cellphone.. Wanted to get the Sony lappy.. Was saving for it.. But got to put that on hold for now..


I love shopping overseas.. Be it for dry stores or clothing and such.. I'll try to buy something for Baby.. The only thing that is usuable is the jacket from Beijing.. The rest were food and more food..



Those were the days.. The time of my whole 21 years living on this earth... The most memorable moments.. Will always be engraved in my mind, my heart...



And now I'm hoping for a second chance from God.. To let me return back to the good old smiley me.. Who was always so happy and looking forward for her next flight.. For a better back which could sustain this impossible second chance of mine..




Impossible = I m possible


I really hope that it will come true... There's some doubts but I really hope for that second chance...




At times I stumble and fall and doubt myself.. I learned to pick myself up bit by bit.. But I'm so afraid of falling down again.. It's really hurtful...



I don't really blame Baby for stopping me from flying.. He'll always want the best for me..



But I hate that bloody jerk.. For not putting the cart's brake...