Saturday, July 20, 2013

Cuckoo-clock heart

What if falling in love can cost you your life? Will you be able to resist?





Edinburgh, 1874. 
Born with a frozen heart, Jack is near death when his mother abandons him to the care of Dr Madeleine - witch doctor, midwife, protector of orphans - who saves Jack by placing a cuckoo clock in his chest. And it is in her orphanage that Jack grows up among tear-filled flasks, eggs containing memories, and a man with a musical spine.
As Jack gets older, Dr Madeleine warns him that his heart is too fragile for strong emotions: he must never, ever fall in love. 

And of course, this is exactly what he does. 

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Ahh, i can feel the start of something worth my while here :)


Sunday, July 14, 2013

Those black eyes

It was in the emergency department, on an unusually hot Irish summer's day that i first spotted him. The first thing i saw were his dark black piercing eyes. He was sitting behind the reception counter in the emergency department talking to a fellow doctor, and i could only see part of his face. But i was instantly intrigued. Who is this man with the beautiful eyes? I was called away before i could investigate further and soon the fleeting thought passed.

The second time i saw him, he was standing in a cubicle talking to a patient, his back towards me. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and had a tousled of jet-black hair. He was clad in the typical dark green scrubs of the emergency department personnel. Almost immediately, i thought to myself "he must be the doctor with the beautiful eyes from before". Far from just a fleeting thought, this time my curiosity did get the best of me, as i wondered how he actually looked like. But again, the call of duty took me away from my inner thoughts as i rush to do another set of menial doctor's jobs.

The third time. Ah the third time was magic. I was sitting at the doctor's desk flipping through a new patient's chart. As i was deep in concentration, someone suddenly leaned in over my shoulder and asked if i wanted him to go through the new patient with me. I looked up, and it was him! His face just inches from mine was the doctor with the beautiful eyes, with a soothing voice to match his handsome face. I managed to stammer a yes, and he then proceeded to grab a stool and sit next to me. I realized very quickly that i couldn't look at him face to face. It was too distracting. So i pretended to read his chicken scratch handwriting as he meticulously described the patient's problems to me. I'd glanced his way once or twice but never more than a few seconds each time. I couldn't trust myself not to blush. Ah, doctors should not be allowed to be this handsome!

"Is that okay then?" he asked, breaking me out of my daydream.

"Oh, errr yes. Of course. Thanks." I did not register a word he had said, too distracted by my own stupid girlish swooning.

So anyway, i lingered in the emergency department a little longer than i should after that (like a couple of hours longer) in the hopes that he'll speak to me again. And my persistence paid off because he then had another patient for me. What i failed to tell him was that i was now off duty and it was the other Medical SHO he should be talking to. Oh, but i couldn't pass up the opportunity to hear his soothing voice, so i said nothing. Again he went through the patient's history swiftly, while i giggled inside several times, feeling giddy with excitement.

"I hope you have more patients for me," i blurted out without thinking.

He smiled, looking a little apologetic. "I'm sorry for giving u another referral". 

Opps, I didn't realize i had sounded sarcastic.

"Oh no no, don't worry. That's not it. I'm actually off now. it's the other SHO who's gonna admit them. So i don't mind at all."
Dang! Why did i say that? Did i just give myself away?

He looked confused. "Should i talk to him then?"

Shit shit shit. i have just dug a hole and buried myself in it.

"No. It's okay. I'll tell him the story".

"Hmmm, ookayy then", he drawled. "If u say so", he said as he walked away, probably thinking i was the most ridiculous person ever. While i sat there and died slowly from shame and a broken heart.

Sigh~ It's official. I am going to grow old alone and die surrounded by 12 cats like my brother had  predicted years ago.

BUMMER!~



Monday, July 1, 2013

Letting go

We have said everything that needed saying,
We have let our paths diverged completely,
And now our lives are no longer intertwined.

But funny, why am i still hung up on you?

With one sentence, you've made me miss you.
With one song, i think of you.

No this isn't love; nor is it affection
It's probably just a passing infatuation
that may have evolved into an ugly obsession

And its been too long, far too long...

Now it's time to let go.

....for good.



p/s: (Congratulations on your wedding)