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Do this for me! Everyone. All those who know me. Even those who hardly talk to me. I hope all those in my links do this. Put it up on your blog and I'd do it for you too. Please? Haha. Whatever's on your mind. Go wild, have fun, humour and something believable.


In my own world,
10:07 PM

Doctors are yummy. They're hot in a way that they're utterly intelligent, authoritative and rich. So confident the way they stride across the ward and so adorable when they (the HOs) are rushing to get the case file or the IMR or the TPR charts for their boss, the consultants.

In my ward, currently, there's this HO (stands for House Officer aka Houseman), who totally awes me. Every time I hear him speak, I'll look up and sneak a couple of peeks at him. His voice is really deep and rich. It's the jelly-kneed kind of voice. It's like oh-my-Godddd. And he's cute too. Just now I was assisting him to take bloods for a patient. I was there to hold her arm because she's not really in the right state of mind. And his arm rested on my hand!!! Tachycardia, please.

There's another HO in my ward who is oh-so-cute. He's strong square jaw and perfectly shaped lips. And you know how HOs are supposed to dress. Long-sleeved collared office shirt and long pants. Yesterday, he looked so darn adorable with the back of his shirt tucked out and his sleeves rolled up. It's like oh-my-Godddd. He looked so relaxed.

Of course there are several more HOs that are damn pleasing to the eye and heart. Like at CGH.

But I don't only like HOs. There's this one Senior Registrar in CGH. Which is quite a top ranked doctor. Even though he's a senior doctor, he looks about 30 plus years old. He's a surgeon. He's tall, broad-shouldered, confident, intelligent, respected. And he looks like Julian Hee!! Especially his eyes. It's like OH-MY-GODDDD!!! Everyone I was with at CGH during attachment knows how I go excited over the Julian Hee doctor. Right, Shermine? Hahah.

Who's Julian Hee, you ask? Feast your eyes upon thse two photos of him! He was Mr. World 2003. Search for him and take a look at his abs.




In my own world,
5:00 PM

Work was HECTIC today. Admissions after admissions. Thank God for student nurses.

I was actually in charge of 3 patients but in the end one is for home. So left two. At the last minute SSN Su told me to take one whole cubicle. I broke a sweat. Usually it wouldn't be that bad. But usually that was in CGH. But anyway, I did fine. Cool!

Halfway through the song "God Blessed the Broken Road" by Rascal Flatts, on the way home, I got an SMS from him.

Halfway through the song "At the Beginning" by Richard Marx and Donna Lewis (...wonderful journey...), a silver Toyota Camry kissed my bus's rear end. Hard. I actually felt the jerk. It wasn't anything major. Which is a good thing because we were at the expressway. I'd die if I have to walk all the way to the next bus stop. Anyway, my bus captain took some pictures of the wreck and document some stuff. And we're off. The Toyota Camry went away with the purple mark of the bus on the hood.

I'm beat!
In my own world,
4:48 PM

First of all, I'm well. I'm mending. Even though I dreamt about him last night, I'm fine.

And Merry Christmas to all Christians out there!

Today, my grandmother, my mom and her two sisters and one of the sister's husband and I went to Malaysia to attend my mom's cousin's wedding. Hmm. Well, what I know is that my wedding will not be like that.

Anyway, I felt pretty in my elegant dress and almost 4-inch (10cm) heels. But of course, that didn't stop me from walking barefooted around the shopping mall, a detour before we head back home to Singapore. The balls of my feet hurt. Thus, the pair of heels in my hand while my feet meets the cold, dry floor of the mall. I don't think it was very noticeable since I had on a long evening gown.

I ate a lot today. Roti prata in the morning, rice and stuff at the wedding and pasta plus plus at Kenny Rogers. And drinks. Iced mocha shake, some yellow coloured drink, plain water, 'winter' drink and ice cream. Oh, fruits, too.

Then we bought some Dunkin' Donuts or whatever it's called. Well, I'm not a huge fan of donuts. So I'm really like, whatever.

Have you ever wondered what it feels like being stopped by an immigration officer? You know. After your bag passes through the X-ray machine and a fellow officer still comes to ransack your bag? Half of my wonder is gone today. Half, because it wasn't me that got caught. Not that I will ever be caught for anything. I'm an obedient citizen. I follow laws. Well. I do jay-walk. Only when I'm really lazy and I know the road's safe. Otherwise, I'll hesitate so much that I end up walking to the pedestrian crossing, anyway. Either that or I'll run across the road even though the next car is like a few blocks away. Ask some of my friends. They know. Anyway, I'm never going to bring in chewing gums ever again. Not that I have. Usually it's some relative of mine that buys them. I'm not that into chewing gums either. It's not like your jaw hasn't enough exercise already, eating and talking every day.

To foreigners, I'm a Singaporean. I live in Singapore. There's a law about bringing in chewing gums into Singapore. Just, you know, FYI.

Oh, Ais. I went there via this causeway and immigration check-point that we also took when we went to Taman Negara. Suddenly I miss those times! I miss the rooms, I miss splashing water at the rivers, oh, and I miss scaring Sa'ab and co.! I miss the Dayaks! Wait, are they dayaks? Hahah I'm not sure. Tribal people? Ok. Maybe I don't miss them that much.

Ta, people!

PS Wilson's sweet.
In my own world,
5:58 PM

Ooh. I think I'm over it already. My phone will be quiet from now on but really who cares. I save more money. My dream to go to UK one day to study seems like it's taken on a new shine.

Today is Hari Raya Haji and to those Muslim out there who knows me, wishes to you. And I'm glad you guys are reading this entry cuz I have a funny story to tell you. You know I'm skinny right. Like almost anorexic-looking, but not. OK. Keep that in mind.

You know during Hari Raya Haji we're encouraged to korban some animal. Well, I did. Mine was a sheep. So when my number was called, I came to the area where they did the slaughtering. One guy brought my sheep with my tag number out. Imagine the shocking coincidence when the sheep brought out for me was skinny. Well, it looked skinny compared to the rest. So I turned to my mom and said,

"So skinny." After a brief pause, my mom and I said at the same time, "Like me/you!" Hahaha.

After that we went straight to my grandmother's house and gave her the meat to cook for us. My aunt was there too. So we were like joking around. My aunt asked my mom what the last words of the sheep were. Was it "Baaa.."?

My mom just said no, the sheep was pretty silent.

And my grandmother said after a slight pause, "Just like it's master (me)." Hahahah. Seriously. How similar can the sheep and I get?

Imagine that's the sheep I'll ride on across Padang Masyar.

To those non-Muslim, I'm a bit lazy to explain all these customs. I was quite impressed when I saw a few Chinese guys in the mosque listening to the Muslim holy man explain about the customs.

So anyway, I'm still here at my aunt's house. Her whole family's there. My grandmother lives with them. My whole family's here too. And another aunt and her family just arrived. So I'm surrounded my my cousins and all. Just now we played pictionary. Dear God. It was such fun. All of us were laughing so hard. Good medicine for me. I need more of it to heal.
In my own world,
4:03 PM

Pain comes in all forms. The small twinge, a bit of soreness, the random pain. The normal pains we live with every day. Then there's the kind of pain we can't ignore. A level of pain so great that it blocks out everything else. Makes the rest of the world fade away. Until all we can think about is how much we hurt. How we manage our pain is up to us.

Pain. We anesthetize... ride it out, embrace it, ignore it... And for some of us, the best way to manage pain is to just push through it.

As she listens to Avril Lavigne's shrill voice crying out to the one she misses, she waits for the bus late at night. She puts it on repeat, the blinding headlights of vehicles grow larger as her vision blurs with tears. Tomorrow is the day. The day she'll start missing someone so badly, her chest will hurt from the wrenching pain. By the third repeat of "When You're Gone", her silent tears morphs into quiet sobs. She understands the feeling of near blindness as her eyes brimmed. She covers her mouth trying to prevent the escape of anguished sobs. "I will not cry tomorrow," she whispers.

"Do you know the reason?"

Frustration bubbles in her when she fails to accomplish the promise she has made to herself.

"Take care."

She stands and turns without looking back. A nice continuous strong wind stopped her. She turns her face up against the wind, relishing the feeling of her swept back hair, the caress on her cheeks and neck. She stands still, the only thing that moves is the rest of the world. The vibration of her phone interrupts. A message.

Damn you, tears.

Pain. You just have to ride it out. Hope it goes away on its own. Hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions. No easy answers. You just breathe deep and wait for it to subside.

Most of the time, pain can be managed. But sometimes, the pain gets you when you least expect it. Hits way below the belt and doesn't let up.

Pain. You just have to fight through. Because the truth is, you can't outrun it. And life always makes more.
In my own world,
5:53 PM

I went to school yesterday. Supposedly to study my drugs. The indications, side effects and stuff. I brought a pen, my notebook, my PDA. I pressed the blue ink from my multi-coloured expensive but comfortable pen. I opened my pretty little notebook. Then, *SCREEEEECH!*. My right hand armed with my pen screeched to a halt mid way to the black-lined paper. I forgot my damned list of drugs that I was supposed to study. All the drugs I've painstakingly took down from the medicine trolley is safely tucked away in the pocket of my other bag which I left behind at home.

Right.

So for close to an hour, I sat at my desk in the library. I played Solitaire on my PDA but my head and eyes hurt from looking at the cards. I went online. Even worse. The screen's so small and there are some stuff I can't do on the PDA. Like replying a Friendster commment. I tried reading my book. But the seat's not comfortable. And I was starving.

Anyway, instead of 2pm, Daniel came at 3pm plus. By then I already wanted to die of boredom. Before that I went to finish the movie I didn't get to finish the other time in school. The Shawshank Redemption. It was nice.

He finally arrived and he was such a gentleman for complimenting me on how I look. I know I really took care of how I dressed yesterday. Hahah. And that's what a gentleman does anyway. You watch TV. When the lady arrives to the restaurant, he stands up and compliments her.

Then we went to Safra Yishun Country Club. I've never been to one before. It was pretty nice. Well, our mission there was to play bowling. We were on a waiting list of about 45 minutes. So we went to walk around. Played arcade. I can never win the racing car game thing. Haha.

Then we started playing bowling. I was quite reluctant actually. Seriously. The last time I played bowling, Nisa fell at the lane. Haha. And the little kids can roll the darn heavy balls and actually hit at least 6 pins. It's a little bit embarrassing rolling the ball and it keeps going into the gutter. And the shoes didn't match my outfit! Hahaha. BUT! I was sporting enough to play two games. I must have some hidden skill because I came out the winner both times. Score! Or maybe it was luck. But either way. I won!

And then, a quiet journey home with him on my shoulder. He signed, I laughed, 3rd bus arrived, kiss on cheek, and I'm up home.

Oh did I tell you? The night before, I talked to his brother, Louis! Well, for about 15 seconds but ooh! He's adorable!
In my own world,
12:06 PM

And to my favourite 2 photos:

This is the Istana Woodneuk. It's in Singapore. Somewhere. Who has difficulty in believing that this abandoned building is actually in Singapore? I did.

Another view of the Istana Woodneuk. It's also called the Tyersall House.

After that I went to research a little on this building. And come to think of it, I've heard of it. It's just lodged at the back of my mind. I read a book once, Singapore-based. Interesting.

William Napier, a distinguished lawyer and friend of the early architect George D Coleman occupied its premises. Originally known as Tyersall House, it was built in 1854, designed by J.F.A McNair. The estate was 67 acres. Tyersall Avenue leads the way out to Napier Road, which was named after him.

In March 1857, Boustead and Co. advertised this estate for sale. In 1860, Sultan Abu Bakar Of Johor took over the property and Tyersall House was demolished. Istana Woodneuk, designed by the Malay architect, Datok Yayah, was constructed in its place in 1890 and completed 2 years later. The new house was 210 feet long and 174 feet deep, having 420 doors, featuring a carriage porch, a grand staircase, reception, ball and billiard rooms.

At 2:45am on Sep 10, 1905, the house was badly burnt by fires caused by faulty electrical wiring. By 1907, the Istana Woodneuk was left vacant.

VERY interesting. I don't know if it'll be trespassing if we enter but I found out there's quite a number who's already been there. Even into the house, into the rooms! Does anyone wanna go and see the place? Bring me along! I'm sending invisible, brain, telepathic vibes to you. Particularly to that one person who reads my blog and likes to explore Singapore. *Vibe-ing squinting, eye-twitching vibes*

Ok. I'll stop. Wouldn't want to weird you out.

So? What do you think? Singapore really is lovely sometimes. And Mr. Cheong is really good with his camera. Applauds. To see more, click here.

In my own world,
5:25 PM

You Are a Sensitive Kisser

For you, kissing is a way to connect And you need lot of care, attention, and privacy It may take you a while to kiss someone... But when you do, it's total fireworks

In my own world,
1:58 PM

I'm going to shop til I drop from today until Tuesday. I've already spent about S$150++ worth of books, DVD and this calendar for nurses thing. Sounds super practical right? Wait until tomorrow and Tuesday. Shoes, clothes, perfume, here I come!

I'm going to be Becky Bloomwood for these 3 days. Well, not that extreme, but close enough.
In my own world,
9:32 PM