BAKIT BA ANG HIRAP MONG HANAPIN. GIVE ME YOUR LAST NAME PLEASE. PLEASE.

I WANT TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE. I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT YOU. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOUR AGE IS AND HOW LONG YOU'VE BEEN WORKING AND DO YOU LOVE YOUR JOB AND WHY YOU SEEM SO NICE AND WHETHER YOU'RE GAY (which i hope not, i don't think so, but unlike that other nurse, you seem much more inclined to be one, so... but i really hope not.)

i hope you find me, or give me a way to find you. but in all the hugeness of the interwebs, i'm still afraid to meet you, or for you to know my secrets. i don't think i'm memorable enough, but we've just met in the hospital, and you'll probably remember me when you see my name.

gah.

mr. darren/darryl. i'm not sure. and i'm too shy to ask.

dengue case. mother and daughter. chinese general hospital.

bye.

**edits**
well, sa pangit kong to, ano pa nga bang inaasahan ko. hahahaha. holy shet.
di ko lang talaga alam kung bakit ka nagmarka sakin. di ko talaga maintindihan.
sabi ko rin agad na parehas tayo ng wavelength. pakiramdam ko lang talaga medyo magkakasundo tayo.
ewan ko. ewan kooooooooooooooooooooo. ewan ko talaga.
pero ang ganda lang rin talaga ng kamay mo hahaha. inlab talaga ko sa kamay mo. may obsession talaga ako sa magagandang kamay. at ang ganda ng kamay mo talaga.
besides that... i just like you. for some reason.
hay.
i shouldn't expect anything. i just shouldn't. :|