The one with the 13th of Friday

I got lucky on Friday the 13th! The HR who referred me to a job called when I woke up and told me I got accepted to the first and only company that interviewed me. I lost all hope yesterday when I didn't receive any call. God is great. He does things you least expect and this was by far the most surprising event in the 28th year of my life. Thank you for all the blessings and I hope I can return all these in my own way somehow.  

The one with the 10th of May

Spell DREAD. Yes, dread. 

I am in Singapore now and everything happened in a blur. This is my second week and I landed on an interview for a job that my sister rejected. To put it nicely, I got an interview for a job which has a lower rate than my sister's monthly salary so she referred me to it. 

I am getting nervous about all of it. Going there (although my sister and her friend walked me through going there until the floor where I'll have the interview), answering the technical questions (the interviewer asked me to review but did not specify which one to study) and facing the consequences of failure. 

Paranoia is gripping me all over. My sister's friend, let's call him Garrett, also works in the same building, same floor and almost the same type of job. Coincidence? It's the least of my concerns right now although I must admit that it's been bothering me too. If I get hired, we might ride the same bus to work and back to the house. It's weird. I might have a different shift though because it's 24/7. Well, before I think about any of those things, I need to pass the interview first.

I really hope I get there on time and wouldn't lose my way. I am not that gifted with directions. As far as I'm concerned, whatever happens would be depended to fate. If it's the job that's meant for me, regardless of the salary, I'll gladly accept it. Wish me luck!

The one with bones

2011 started with a bang. Yes, a huge loud bang that left me deaf. Thanks to my sponsors, "Cough" and "Flu" for your overwhelming support that until today, both of you haven't left my side. Your consistent surprise never ceased to amaze me. This had been the longest endorsement since I turned 20. 

Life is becoming too busy nowadays. I feel like my 2 days off of work is merely 2 hours of rest. It passes by without the usual excitement for the upcoming week. There's no drum rolls, not even a whistle, which would allow me to think that the weekend happened. It is becoming similar to a routine that I had to go through before the next wave comes over and I'm in deep water again. Why didn't we create 5 days of rest and 2 days of work instead? THAT would have been awesome.

I hardly recognize myself when I look in the mirror. The huge circle under my eyes are glaring at me. It seems to scream very loudly sometimes that I am becoming a pathetic lat-wenty's girl. I can see it talking to me saying, "Is this what you wanted with your life?" or sometimes ."Do you want to be alone forever?" and very often it asks me this, "What are you waiting for?".

The last question haunts me even in my sleep. The other day my cousin told me that she had a fright when I woke up in the middle of the night after continuously talking in my sleep. I woke up at that time to go to the bathroom and pee. It wasn't my intention to scare her but she said I was talking in my sleep like I was mad at someone and lo and behold, it's in English. 

Okay, so I talk in my sleep. Not a big deal right? What bothers me is the answer to the last question. What am I waiting for. It's such a short question which weighs a ton on my shoulders.

I'm sure Dr. Temperance Brennan, the forensic anthropologist from the TV series "Bones" would have this kind of explanation:

"Human beings will, at some period in their lives, undergo certain circumstances for them to further explore their innate sense of belongingness. It is an anthropological inevitability that we will seek a higher form of standard which constitutes our definition of normalcy."

When I'm seated in my favorite place at home, the toilet (I know that's weird but it's where I ponder over the daily happenings in my little world), I often wonder how easy everything would be like if I wanted the same thing as other girls. 

Most often than not, women tend to dream of marrying someday and having kids of their own and the whole shebang. I was a dreamer in high school but whoever I was then and now are two different dimensions. I was swallowed by the necessity of earning money to secure my family's future. It became the motivation above all motivations and I suddenly find myself lost in the whirlwind of events.

I am now in a limbo of what would I want to do next after being suffocated by tons of work. I wanted to be surrounded by too much work on some days to avoid asking myself the same question. Unfortunately, when the day ends and I have to travel the usual longer route of going home, I am left with no choice but to accept the fact that the question remains hanging at the back of my head, waiting for a response.

I wish I can be Dr. Brennan, aka "Bones". She would definitely have a larger-than-life answer to it based on science and not theories based on assumptions. I would love to have her insight at this point. However difficult  that may be.

The one with the injections

I have a confession to make.

I hate injections. Butt injection. Arm injection. Any type of injection.

I used to have butt injections when I was a kid because this certain doctor treats patients with the belief that "needles are man's best friend". Somehow people thought I got used to it but I never really enjoyed every excruciating minute of that part of my childhood.

Even as an adult, I am afraid of that pointed needle which looks to me like a snake ready to attack with a single wrong move. I'm not afraid of the pain. I'm afraid of the effects afterwards. 

The pain I can bear because it will only take a few seconds or minutes perhaps. The effect on my butt or my arm, well, that may take a longer discussion so let's just say both of them take a few days to recover from the bruised appearance. 

In some fortunate instances, the nurses get lucky and the part which had an injection can be covered by a concealer. 

I've been on leave from work for almost 2 weeks now due to another case of sickness which required an injection. At the age of 27, doctors are amazed how I got hypertension. Their shock seemed to be enough so I was devoid of any emotion after hearing all their reactions. By the way, I said doctors earlier because I already talked to 3 of them.

Yes, one is never enough. No one can really be sure nowadays. One can say one thing and the other, an entirely different thing. Exactly the reason that my unpaid leave was extended instead of a couple of days only. Oh and of course I am upset; that's why it's in bold. It's one thing to be sick but when it's not paid because I'm starting with a new job, this is almost at the top of the shelf of loathing (yes, I must have them in the compartment of my brain since I'm such a book-hog). 

I had blood tests done and tomorrow an ECG, also known as Electrocardiography as Wikipedia had said (I'm getting smarter because of this!) to check whether my hypertension was simply due to the genes or if it's something else. So far, the first test proved my blood remained loyal to the clan and followed through on the genes from my mother (hypertension family) and father (diabetes family). I have the best of both worlds. What more can I ask for?

The ECG scares me though. It's related to the heart. What if they discover that I don't have one? 

Now their expressions would be a sight to behold...

Wish me luck.