APRIL

I just found out one of my friends from high school is getting married. He was the boy who sat behind me in class, who loved BM classes and hated Biology. We played chess countless time (I always kicked his sorry ass), tried to figure out the Rubik's cube (in the end, I actually cheated ;), and bitched about some of the teachers.

He was one of my best friends and a big part of my high school years; and now he's all grown up. Aww, I'm like a proud mama, lol. All he could talk about was feeling very nervous about it. Yea, can't help you there, mate.

One of these days, I should really go home and catch up with everyone. How time flies...

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One of the consultants made a joke at the MDT meeting.

Him: We should refer her to have an elective cholecystectomy. [Name of a consultant surgeon] said it should be very easy to refer someone nowadays. All you need to do is pick up the phone and dial CHOLECYSTECTOMY and it should be quicker than ordering a pizza.

It was not that funny but I laughed anyway.

What is it about consultants and hot beautiful girls who do not need to be funny for people to laugh at their non-jokes anyway?

APRIL II

The truthful answer would be no; Dennis and I are not the most compatible couple in the whole world. He is the idiot who believes in equality and romance; and I... well, I believe in the sanctity of divorce.

We do not finish each other's sentences and he certainly cannot read my mind to save his neck. I would sooner give my consultant an adorable nickname (along the line of 'pookie' or whatnot) than give him one. He cleans one corner of the room by piling the mess in another corner of the room.

However we do steal food from each other's plate. I get the shoe shelf and he gets the cd shelf. We always order the same boring stuffs from Starbucks. Neither of us would watch that vampire movie. At least, not without making a murder-suicide pact first.

Sometimes I wonder what has happened to that perfectionist control freak. Do I ever wish we were more compatible? No. Can I imagine the rest of my life with him? No. Can I imagine the rest of my life without him? No. Is he the one? Sorry, I do not have that kind of superpower to know the answer to that.

Yes, not the perfect two people for each other but would I have things any other way? Hell no.