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//10 January 2009 12:17 AM

The stories never stop.

First post in 2009 lol. It's been one hell of a spanking new year thus far.

Couples back together, singles coupling up, lovers in bliss.
Amanda and I both thought it was pretty scary, all the breaking ups coming together and the patching up coming together, all at once.

Nonetheless, congrats to all who are back on the love track. 2009 is a better year after all, at least for the start that it has. Except for the fire at the Santika nightclub, that is.

Other than that, I've been busy with work over at the EMD, which is stressful and exciting at the same time. Thankfully the staffs are not too bad, so far. I'm starting to feel that it really is more fun working here as opposed to being in the wards. Probably because you get to see more diverse cases and there are less reports to write or pass. Hahaha.

Right until now, I've seen cases like road traffic accidents (which are definitely aplenty), having a shoulder dislocation while turning in bed, injuries sustained due to fights, and rape.
But of course, I cannot elaborate further.

Too bad...

Back to the basics.

Yesterday I met up with X (I shall now call the boy X because it is the next thing to being awesomely wicked, and S is ghey), Edmund and Choonngee for dinner. Then while the guys were busy with their PSPs, I caught Xinyi and we all left Jurong Point together, but not before the guys were done with their game. I bought 3 books at one of the stalls along the interchange before taking the bus home.

I also finished Jodi Picoult's The Pact today. And started on one of my new book (by Ann Rule) halfway through. All in 6 bleeding hours.

And being the genius (and realist) that I am, I'd start linking the contents of my books to reality.

Anyway. I think X is sleeping because he refused to pick up my calls.

My fingers love to interwine whenever they can. It's a love lockdown. Heh.

Read if you are smart:

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
- St. Augustine, "Captain Corelli's Mandolin"