stomping hard.

[a great contrast of the world]

Tuesday, rainy. Was slacking in my warm nest, checking the time every 5mins, make sure I won't be late for attachment. Miracle. I dragged my self up only at 6am, thinking that attachment starts at eight. ohwell, despite the fact that I'm freaking late, I still stoned happily, thinking that " Why don't I just call the ward and say that I will only go for afternoon shift? yay! yeeha. " straight after that, the little tiny angle with a halo, says that I should try my best to reach, and worst come to worst, don't bath luh. So, in the end, i didn't bath at all. Haha. ''eeeee''

Anyway, I still reached ward on time. And, the patients are simply cute. Skipped the details, and today finally a big step forward in knowing about the patients, when I decide to try to interact with them. Fear thrown down the drain. End of the day, I realised that, despite of their imperfections, they became more adorable, and innocent. As in pure and simple minded in a good way. Everything's straightforward for them. simple&beautiful. and questionmarkquestionmark. why do people tend to become truly a simple and nice person, only after some incidents happened on them. Maybe, it's the ugly side of human's behaviour and thoughts, that controlling the minds, affecting people's interactions with others. Lies being told, greedy, evil of the evil-est.

On the way back home, I was thinking about something that I observed in the ward. Although they might seem to be happy in the surface, but, they're actually feeling very helpless, isolated, and lonely. Through the calls they made to the outer world, through conversations with them, somehow, I could really feel them. Deep down, their loneliness. Being abandoned by the loved ones, begging them to bring them out, being trapped in a steel cage, I believe it will only worsen the condition. I never felt this much in any attachments I before. But, there's always a brighter world awaiting further ahead. When I walking towards the busstop, looked up, I saw an AhBeng-like guy, with cigarettes in his hand, walking towards me. I chose not to look at him, as he looks quite aggresive, with tattoos on his both arms. "Hello, staff, good afternoon." It was said by him, in a respectful manner. I was stunned at that moment. I'm sure he's a gangmember. After a few more steps, I look back, and he's heading towards the institution. Not on purpose, I smiled, unintentionally. He's the reason of this whole post. Flight of thoughts in my mind, further clarification of, how a person's behaviour changed so dramatically, only after some traumas or inevitable hellish accidents that happened on them. People do change to a better person, only by this kind of pathway? I won't hope so.