Off topic...
But I realized: why do I even have a blogging site when nobody in the internet world cares about what I think? I don't really know why I am still doing this. Why am I not stopping myself from typing and closing this window? Cause I fuckin want to write about anything. I dont really need everyone to like what I put in this site. I just want to let some thoughts out whenever i feel like blogging.
Anyways.. :))
PCMC ended last Sept 30 2012. So, I am just being so random that I decided to write about this now, 7 months after it ended. But it is somehow memorable that I can still rememeber a few things that happened that day. Well, it was a pretty normal day. We were toxic as usual. But that day ALMOST became a letdown. For me, at least. And it was because of one reason. Being on our last day in the awesome hospital was already sad itself. But this reason made my last day even sadder. The night before that, I was able to talk to "someone" on facebook chat. And yada yada yada, this person told me that he can't make it to duty the next day, which was our last day, cause he needs to fetch his father from the airport (not sure if I remembered it right haha). And of course I had to play it cool cause I really didn't have any enough reason to get upset (except for the fact that I liked this guy so much, and he's the reason why my every duty [when he is present] becomes thrilling). And so I tried to distract myself from getting upset (which was somehow annoyingly unavoidable) by thinking about how to enjoy my last duty and to make it memorable. But thinking about spending the last day without even being able to take a whiff of his perfume is like...ugh. It did become memorable in a very unexpected way, though, because of what happened next. So, I came to duty with a long face, trying hard to pull off a smile. But I still didn't get how and why I felt that much heavy inside. Like lifting a 50 kilogram sack of rice heavy. I'm not even exaggerating. It was really a heavy feeling. And then like a normal day would go, I 'd wear my labgown, grab some gloves, tie my hair up, chat a little with cointerns in the hallway, get my time card from the box, sign on the attendance, have my card signed by the staff, and then finally go to my post and start working. But, somehwere in between my routine, a fucking appearance shocked me. I was roaming around the lab, waiting for the others to finish writing on the attendance sheet so we could give it to a staff to sign it, when a guy I wasn't expecting came in for duty. OH...MY...FUCKING...GOD. What a tricky bastard. Right from the moment I saw him enter the freakin door in his super vibrant green lacoste polo shirt up until where he is about to turn his back from me, I was literally just staring at him with wide eyes and some odd facial expression which I can't exactly describe since I can't really see myself without a mirror. And so, I instinctively went inside the microbiology section, feeling VERY confused, then I bursted out into tears, as secretly as I possibly could. I wasn't even able to speak at first so I just hugged my bestfriend. Of course my cointerns would ask why I was crying so I told them the shorter story. Thank God there were just a few of them inside. After that, my day went pretty normal but i felt so much better. Although, I don't really know if he tricked me, or some plans were changed. I dont know. Cause the night that we chatted, he was sure that cant come. He was even a bit disappointed. But the annoying truth to this is that I will never be able to know what really happened why he showed up that day when he's not supposed to.
Then for the last few hours of my duty, I decided to spend it with my friends inside the main lab. We had alot fun and we even had a count down. We also got our batch shirt so we took the oppurtunity to wear them and take pictures with the staff. It was really just fun at the end of the day. Few girls cried, which was already expected. But nobody cried like an hour before 5 or even after 5. Haha everybody was so jolly and a bit sad at the same time. In my case, I was in my normal high energy mood. And that was because it hasnt sunk in yet that it was our last day. Reality hit me on my frst day in my second in. EAMC. bacte section. And that is another story...
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