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A Singaporean girl who graduated from a Medical College in the UK and currently working as a doctor, spending most of my years abroad burying myself amongst medical books, speaking Queen's English and trying to adapt to life in Britain. But I still remain a true blue Singaporean who loves my plate of char kway teow and enjoys the sense of closeness when speaking "Singlish" to my fellow countrymen. Why "The Chinese Doctor"? Because that's what my patients call me since they don't know my name!

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

I dread spring cleaning, because no matter how hard I try and how many bags of rubbish I throw, the room still doesn't look neat enough for my liking.

But it is during spring cleaning that I get to dig out things which had sentimental values to me. Many, making me smile and laugh.

There were photos of my graduation from Secondary school, library cards with my kiddy photo on them, certificates of my non-academic achievements (piano, ballet etc), exam transcripts, etc.

Cards and letters also contributed significantly to the pile. It was fun looking through them. Those from Lemon made me laugh all the time. We were really fun of "shit" during our days in JC. She even wrote me letters in the wee hours of the night when the exam was during the break of dawn. And most of her other letters were all written during unearthly hrs or during random times (e.g. during lectures). The things we write in them were just hilarious.

It seemed that BGR was a huge part of my life during JC and in University, because a huge percentage of those cards and letters were from guys :X (and admirers they were). I knew BGR turned my life into a big mess during those years, but never did I realise how crazily messy it was until I started digging into the pile. What's worse is....I've even forgotten some of them until I read their letters...yikes.

It still felt sweet and touching as I read these, even though a relationship was never started with some. Reading the ones I was in a rship with brought back many memories. I kept the ones from the latter. But of course, I threw away this pile of letters/cards/presents from this f*cking asshole which I never want to see/hear for the rest of my life. Felt so pleased tearing up everything from him!!!! I hate him so much that I wish he gets thrown behind bars again. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! :)

Am feeling pleased that at least the above has more or less stabilised since I've got together with Dearie and "steady" enough for my parents to feel comfortable about telling their relatives/friends abt my rship. Dearie will definitely get driven up the wall if my life was still in such a big mess. He already blew his top knowing how many past rships I had, needless to mention how he'll react if he knew abt the rest.

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