Here's wishing everyone a very happy NIU year!

Huat Huat Huat!!!

Update :

MC Queen has been admitted AGAIN.
How is it possible for her to chalk up more leave then those on a 4 month maternity leave? It's just blardy ridiculous.

*spits*

But yes, I have to acknowledge the fact that it IS nicer to have her NOT work. I can't stand her sickening face.

歌曲：叶子
歌手：阿桑

叶子是不会飞翔的翅膀
翅膀是落在天上的叶子
天堂原来应该不是妄想
只是我早已经遗忘
当初怎麽开始飞翔

孤单是一个人的狂欢
狂欢是一群人的孤单
爱情原来的开始是陪伴
但我也渐渐地遗忘
当时是怎样有人陪伴

我一个人吃饭旅行到处走走停停
也一个人看书写信自己对话谈心
只是心又飘到了哪里
就连自己看也看不清
我想我不仅仅是失去你

我一个人吃饭旅行到处走走停停
也一个人看书写信自己对话谈心
只是心又飘到了哪里
就连自己看也看不清
我想我不仅仅是失去你

孤单是一个人的狂欢
狂欢是一群人的孤单
爱情原来的开始是陪伴
但我也渐渐地遗忘
当时是怎样有人陪伴

我一个人吃饭旅行到处走走停停
也一个人看书写信自己对话谈心
只是心又飘到了哪里

叶子是不会飞翔的翅膀
翅膀是落在天上的叶子
就连自己看也看不清
我想我不仅仅是失去你

我一个人吃饭旅行(到处)走走停停
也一个人看书写信自己对话谈心
只是心又飘到了哪里
就连自己看也看不清
我想我不仅仅是失去你

Spontaneous Combustion

Anyone who remotely knows me will know that I have a temper to rival a white squall. On good days, I’m able to keep things in check and go through the day without committing (verbal) assault. However, on bad days, well, let’s just say I spew confetti of expletives and spit daggers with them old eyeballs.

I threw a temper tantrum at work a few days back.

I reported to work happy like a lark, but a spate of unfortunate events saw me having to work with Fats and MC Queen. I tried hard to contain my temper as Fats used her eye power (look ma, no hands!) while doing turning with me, disappeared for a extended amount of time during break and MC Queen, well, all she ever does is her usual thing of just floating along aimlessly through the shift.

I did most of the work alone.
And even helped those lazy sluts to finish their work.

When I found out that they had not changed my patient as promised, I basically erupted. Thankfully, God filled my hands with a syringe and a can of milk (I was in the midst of feeding a patient via NGT) so I was not able to wring their fucking fat necks.

I was on the verge of biting off their heads.

Boiling with rage, my black face spoke volumes of the emotions stirring vehemently beneath. Fats still had the cheek to ask me what was wrong. When I blasted her, she went to confront MC Queen (who told me they did not change my patient) and they ended up blaming each other.

Ah.. the drama.

After I returned from my break, I left MC Queen to dispense meds alone. Tit for tat.

Both are famed liars and drama queens. Often found skiving, though Fats has accumulated far less then our Emmy award/Golden Globe/Golden Horse/Whatever award you can imagine-winning MC Queen, who is severely allergic to working beyond 3 consecutive days.

Even my ward supervisor had to step in and talk to me.

She advised me to monitor their work, especially Fats. I told her simply; I'm not their keeper. If at this age, they are still unable to comprehend the consequences of their actions or work within the perimeters of their job scope, they should do us all a favor and resign.

Heck, we rather MC Queen take long leave then see her at work. What's the point of comming to work stoned and snitching on others when the quality of her work is even beneath mediocre.

I’m not perfect. I admit I try means and ways to cut corners to finish up my work at times. But I’m anal about changing and turning. These patients are unable to turn or change independently. And it’s lapses in this aspect of care that contributes to pressure sores. Coupled with their existing co-morbidities and we’re staring infection-sepsis-death in the face.

I’d much rather live with the title of ‘bitch’ then be responsible for my patient’s death.

Chinatown Walkabout

Today, we masqueraded as tourists and walked the familiar Chinatown we’ve trotted so many times before. In addition to the new year market, we also went to tour the local temple, which was actually quite an eye opener.

We were greeted by the large urn filled with joss sticks at the entrance

Opens up into a large hall where the monks were chanting. The sheer size and opulence of the hall was amazing.

The offerings by the devote at the other end of the hall

Unfortunately, this temple, which used to supply free vegetarian meals to the poor, will no longer be able to continue this routine as donations deplete. The last day will be in Feb. For exact details, please visit the temple directly. I will refrain from commenting further. However, I urge people to seek alternatives to supply the less fortunate some form of sustanence in the future.

Unlike previous years, the festivities this year appeared to be somewhat muted. There were less lights, less street vendors, less people ploughing the market. Hookers were still rife though. I assume they must have been having some CNY promo for the desperate tiko pehs (dirty old men) around.

Cut-out coupons perhaps?

Nonetheless, we prowled the stretch, hungry for bargains. Passing by stalls selling festive goodies, ornaments and knick knacks, trying to soak up whatever atmosphere possible. Heck, we even saw a stall selling Crumpler bags!

We managed to grab a few decorations and new year goodies at the steal. And even some bling embellishments for our infernal scrapbook addiction. Heehee.. Hey, we’re on a tight budget. The ward decorations come direct from our pockets!

After meeting Leni, we went to the famous dessert shop for some iced mango and pomelo, and then to Maxwell market for dinner, consisting of fish meat soup, char kuay teow and dimsum.

Burp.

The night ended with us at Tiong Bahru after a futile hunt for Twilight (the book) which saw us gravitate once again to Kopitiam for dessert.

Our outings always start and end with food. Hahaha..! Overall, it was a nice time to spend the day =)

You

You.
You read my thoughts.
Reach for the same thing that catches my eye.
Share the same lame jokes.
Our fart and burp competitions!

You.
You know everything there is to know about me.
I dont need to utter a word.
Sometimes i think the coincidence is just uncanny.

You.
You make the nicest gifts.
And yet throw the nastiest tantrums.

But life would never be the same without you.

and how in the world did you guess i was writing about you?!!
Thick skin but so freaky!!!