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Last week was exhausting. I hadn't realized I worked in the student clinic practically the whole week until someone pointed it out. I feel as though I should take it as a good sign seeing as I didn't wake up any of those days at all dreading the afternoon ahead.
Friday after classes I had a treatment booked with another student. When I got home in the evening Babsie came over and we had a deep conversation about RRSP, RESP, TFSA etc. I DON'T WANT TO BE AN ADULT!
. Though she did finally trust me driving her car to get our eyebrows done.

THE "BEFORE" DOESNT LOOK THAT BAD IRL! I SWEAR!
Then we I asked her to come with me to SEARS so that I can purchase this boots on sale that I've been eyeing. Half an hour later, mother called reminding me that she had wanted me to tag along to this jewelry showcase her daughter's friend is having. The accessories were apparently worn by celebrities. They were beautiful albeit nothing out of the ordinary. I would have taken a picture but I was too busy getting draped over with accessories worn by the likes of Leighton Meister, Blake Lively etc. They were too fancy for me and I'm too broke anyway.
Saturday was another clinic day. It wasn't supposed to be busy but I was booked up. So much for study time. Kuya was having one of his nice day since as I was heading out, and he coming home, he actually agreed to give me a ride to the sky train.

Yeahhhp, Kuya caught the HIMYM bug and he is absolutely obsessed with the show

Someone drew this on the message/reminder board in the clinic. Our students know how to have fun.
Like I said it was such a physically exhausting week, and to top it off I was/ am pms-ing. I threw a very childish bitch fit when I was talking to CB on the phone and she passed it on to someone else while I was in the middle of talking. See, the thing is easily in the top 10 of my pet peeve is when people pass the phone around whilst I'm on the other end. I'm not a big phone conversation fan and I just find that action very rude, factor in the fact that my vagina is bleeding and BAM! all hell will break loose.
Sunday was anime/ Korean drama day. SUPER guilty pressure. See, I don't live my own romance, well a girl's got to get it from somewhere right?


Protect The Boss

**SQUEAL GIRLY FAN GIRL MOMENT!

In the evening we visited mommy's distant relative. They have 2 babies and a toddler! I'd wanted to take a picture but I left my cell in the car thinking we weren't going to stay too long. I should have known better. So instead, here is a picture of the souvenir of sticker the little toddler girl had gifted me that night. On the plus side, they were very sweet and attentive people who catered to us the whole night. Even though the main kuya who was entertaining us was a bit tipsy. See, I get this reaction a lot, especially from the elderly, but I don't think much of it. But the uncles and aunts in that household were very amaze with the demonstration of my and my younger brother's bilingualism. Hmmnn.

The original plan was going to Wings, at my request after the visit, since I was expecting so, I reserved my appetite and only had a bite here and there of the free and delicious food they served us. At the end, the visit ended late so I just asked to have some Wendy's from my old work place.
Monday
Official clinic day, but even before my shift started I came in early to work with a student. No big. After the treatment I still have about an hour and a bit at hand. I went to Army and Navy to purchase rain boots then ran to Green's Gourment, this super awesome and ridiculous mini sandwich shop.

This place has a chalk and white board throughout/around the store with a myriad of selection of wraps, sandwich etc. I forgot what it was I had but it was RIDICULOUS!
So I had my sandwich and my soup, headed back to the clinic and to my surprise, what was supposed to be an easy day got busy. I was even booked in with an instructor. I almost had a heart attack and was super nervous with anticipation. Though after taking deep breaths I just rolled with the punches and it didn't turn out to be too bad.
I prayed to everything mighty for my last patient to not show, and for about 5 mins it seems as though he wasn't going to. Completely unprofessional, not to mention superficial, but in my head, the only consolation of this person for booking in when I could have gone home early, was if he was good looking
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LO and BEHOLD!, so the mighty beings that preside of me do listen sometimes 

. Like I said, this is super unprofessional, and I will probably get expelled for this but can a girl not state a passing observation without getting into trouble?
For the record, can I just state, just in case I get found, that I was COMPLETELY professional during the ENTIRE treatment time, and I did not contemplate over this matter UNTIL this very moment?
One day, I think my saving grace will be the fact that I am undeniably and painfully awkward with no social and flirting skills whatsoever because truth be told the only indication that I found him attractive is I was a smidgen more chatty. Easing the tension (on my part) with compensatory little jokes and what not.

On the way home, I thought I deserved me something caffeinated. Which I probably shouldn't have had. I was eventually picked up by the mother at the station, she had a few errands to run, and I wanted to go to Walmart to see about their rain boots (which I eventually purchased too). The washrooms were closed for cleaning and I was THIS close into considering alternative means to relieve my bladder
. Now that I purchased 2 rain boots, it's finally dawned on me that I should take my humongous calves somewhere else because there is just no way I will fit into normal size rain boots.
Hmmmnn, I'm glad I decided to continue the blog from where I've left off, this is actually very therapeutic. Now I don't even feel as passionate about what this blog was supposed to be anyway, if I go by the current title.
Basically, a former, really close friend who I've written numerous blogs about with regards to that incident last year, and whom I've decided I'm going to brush off and out of my life with little to no grudge or ill will, randomly texted me while I was in the clinic today. She had mentioned that she was around the area and that she had wanted to drop by and say hello.
***RAISE EYEBROW......
I guess the past 12 or so months since I've completely cut out all forms of communications had been missed by her.
I don't know if she's looking into starting anew, but how does one start building on a foundation filled with uncleared rubble? I guess I was just insulted by the fact that she thinks we I can just forget everything that's transpired without it being addressed. Or the other more pessimistic alternative of looking at this is; her complete disregard of this matter means that it wasn't important enough for her to take notice, that I'VE been GONE out of her life for A YEAR.
Yes, right beneath the surface I'm still hurt. Not as much, but I'm still scarred. Cait, do you not REALIZE?! How can you be so fucking thick as not to see the importance I've given you in my life? That what you did-- though very insignificant now-- has left a long lasting impression. I can't believe that up to now, this still have the power to have me chocked up. I just feel so childish and I can't believe how much I chastise myself when I recall what had happened. I feel as though, now I am in the wrong and that I should have just let it go. But no, I have to stand my grounds and my principles. I don't need the likes of you in my life. I will only give the same respect and importance to those who reciprocate it.
-Elle Are Emm
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