Don't you think I really do have a thing for shoes?
For all these years, it was so difficult a good pair of shoes for myself. Why do shoes have to be that expensive?
A colleague wore a pair of violet shoes to work. Toc toc toc, it was the sound of elegance. A lady could become so confident because of this particular sound, because of the pair of shoes. Saturday, I found that pair of shoes at the store. It was $499.
If $499 can buy beauty, confidence and elegance, it's so worth-it. Therefore, I set a limit for myself.
$500
Anything under five hundred dollars can be considered. C'mon, I am a girl who can afford to spend that money to equip myself to be more beautiful than I already am.
The shopping continued. $739, $799, $879, $899, $988, $1046. Whichever shoes I picked up, the price tag just pushed me to release it from my hand. My goodness, why do the shoes I fond of have to be that expensive? Damnit!
I just wrote myself an entry of the Carrie Bradshaw side of me, evolved from "The devil wears Prada". 
Once again, I experienced the joy of neurological return.When I first saw this man, I was quite surprised. He was only 67. They all thought that he was suffered from depression. We all thought it was a dense CVA which implied no one would expect any return. His bed mobility and transfer were totally dependent. He felt dizziness whenever he stood upright. Walking was totally out of the story. Right now, he was able to do bed mobility and transfer and even walking with 1 assist. I was so happy for him. He smiled whenever I joked with him. The joy of rehabilitation was completely experienced through this patient. The rehabilitation was not only based on his physical ability, but also mentally. Glad to see him smile. Although he is leaving tomorrow, he will continue his training in Geriatric Day Hospital. Hopefully he can achieve his maximum potential. I sincerely wish him good luck in the future. Thank you Lord for bringing the joy to me. Thank YOU!
The smile is coming back to me these days. Yeah!
Muahahahaha, I am having an evil plan in mind. I didn't suggest it, mom did. C'mon, I am waiting for you to kick me out of the house.
We visited granny's grave today. After 5 years, the memory was still fresh. Everything happened that day had not faded away, not a bit of it, as well as the day after. She is forever beautiful and gentle in my heart. I miss her very much.
When I was at work one day, a nurse helped a patient to clear the bowel as the patient did not have powerful muscle strength to do so. I visualized the whole process, and smelled it. "The spirit of Florence Nightingale", the nurse yelled. What a powerful phrase to keep her strong in dealing with tough and nasty scenarios. She completely gained my respect.Florence Nightingale, the lady with the lamp, who lights up the world, gives hope for the poor.
The breakdown is hopefully over. Kinda helped myself to be relaxed most of the time. It may help me to stay calm for a while, but don't know how long it will last. A colleague asked me a question today. Do you have dreams? What is your dream? It could be anything from being an ant to floating in the universe. His dream includes a house at the beach, a boat placed upside down along side at the shore, enjoying a warm moment with his family. What is my dream? I am always a dreamer, but I wasn't able to answer this question right away. But being a dreamer, it guides me to be drown in my perfect dream and refuse to come back to reality. Dangerous! I am scared to think about my dream anymore.
