In Loving memories of Russell, my cousin, I choose this blogskin for him.
Thank you for all you had done for us.
We are missing you, and will continue to miss you till the day we meet you again.
Child of god, indeed you are.
Received a call this morning at 9plus. It was my "er gu" (2nd aunt). We aren't that close as I rarely hang out with the cousins from my dad's side. Could sense the awkwardness in the conversation as she was trying to give me moral support but dun knw how to express it. "不要怕啊， 顺顺利利啊， steady hor.." was what she said. Though we were not close I do appreciate her comfort as she herself have been through alot. And at the very least she's not the "kpo" kind of aunties I cannot stand.
9.30...10.30...11.30.... time seems to pass so slowly.
Was still dreaming about work ytd. Dreamt that I was having meeting with my principal and all. Gosh, can I just stop thinking of work? I feel like shutting myself for a while.
Snippets of how a operation would be continues to appear in my mind. Visualizing the whole process and also the aftermath. Of how I would react if the results were negative. I think there have been numerous reminders telling me it's gonna be ok, but for some reason, I cant help thinking of the worst. After that incident, nothing seems to be certain. Even a 95% success rate feels like 50/50 to me.
