Holiday

Christmas came and quickly passed. One week at home flew by, another week to indulge as much as I can. I feel rested and overly well-fed, and enjoying increasingly everyday the joys of sleeping in. My new year resolutions in a bit.

My other half

My heart is leaping with joy! 5 FREAKING more days to flying home! Miss dad and mum, Pheobe and home. So insanely happy that I'm like a machine, running crazily all over the place during my busy calls quite in a pleasant or rather emotionless demeanor. Not my sour-face, unfriendly front I usually put up during crazy busy calls to prevent people from interrupting me. I'll be having my last call on Thursday. Yipee. *squeak* ;P The only thing, yes, the only thing is, I feel intermittent waves of strong emotions everytime I think about Mr V. Yes, Mr V again. He is unknowingly making it very hard for me to forget him. Everytime I'm angry with him or upset with him about work, and he realizes it, he would 'make it up' by talking so nicely and tenderly to me, making sure he stands near me, touching me, encouraging me, calming my sometimes short-temper outbursts, being just the sane and level-headed half. But the fact is, he is NOT my half.

Weaning period

8 more days to go before I finish with Surgery and move on. I can't wait. I just went through a hell of a weekend with 3 consecutive bad EOD calls. And I'm EODing again this weekend starting tomorrow. But it's ok because it's going to be my last. Hopefully after this I'll appreciate my "free" time more. I used to complain like nobody's business when I was too free when I was in JPL. Ungrateful kan? :)

My weaning off process if successful so far. It's only difficult when he gives me a certain look, a look on a face that I can't hate, and I can't stay pissed at for long, even when I try very hard to.

The elusive milestone

I'm the most pathetic and silly girl alive. I just had to feel all depressed when Mr. V mentioned something about his daughter. I was commenting about a mother's account about how her 11-month-old son climbed up to a stove and caused a pot of boiling water to splash all over her back. How can a 11-month-old child who can barely walk managed to climb up a height to a stove? Using his upper body strength? A 11-month-old child? Maybe children nowadays skip several milestones at a time. Anyways Mr. V immediately responded by saying, "My daughter can do that too!". He said it with a twinkle in his eyes and with such pride. I think he interpreted my reaction as he was boasting and immediately said, "Actually more like reaching out and grabbing things". He thought I thought he was just being the kiasu father or something. What he didn't know that I was so sad and hurt to the core of my being that I'll never share that joy with him.

Tragedy

Truth be told is that I closed my blog because I was not discreet enough about Mr. V in the past. Me and my big mouth. That was back then some 2 years ago, but things like this follow one a lifetime. And now that I'm working with him, it would be highly inappropriate and may create a stir. So until I'm sure that I'm thousands of miles away from him, and no longer professionally affiliated with him, or when I'm ready to come out of my shell and profess my devotion to him when I'm old and grey, only then, and then only, I'll open this silly blog of mine for everyone to read. And maybe then only I'll read it or a random sympathizer who would enjoy a tragic love story. Yes, a tragedy.