Sunday, June 18, 2006

I went to the newly renovated Marina Square with crescentia the other day. Well, not so new, but i'm such a hillbilly. The mall was massive. Clean lines with a light, bright feel permeated the mall's atmosphere. So many shopping ops. So many makan places. Simply wonderful.

There's a lack of uptown boutiques though, no Prada, LV, Gucci or Ralph in sight - but you can always get them across the street at Suntec or in nearby Orchard. Although, the mid range brands are plentiful and screaming for attention.
You've got :
Esprit
Zara
Ms Selfridge
Creative Store
Crocs
yada yada yada

Enough to send your wallet crying rape at the end of the day.

We chose to try out Carl's Jr after much hype in the media. Yucks. What a terrible disappointment.

We had the:
1. Super Star
A large sized cheeseburger. The bun will appeal to ppl who like their bread a little denser. It was flavourful and filling. The patty is scrawny, very much what you would expect from a fast food joint. On the whole, burger king would be a more cost effective option.

2. Fish and Chips
I liked the fish fillets but Cre thought otherwise. She said it tasted 'funny'. You make your own assumptions. The chips (french fries) were horrid. Soggy and cold. Packed under the 3 fish fillets. A measely serving of tartar suace accompanied the set.

3. Onion Rings
Much raved, but equally disappointing. Overpowering taste of flour. I felt sick of it after the 3rd ring. Give this a try only if you must.

4. Waffle Fries
Just fancy cut potatoes. Much nicer then the shoe string cut fries that came with the fish and chips. However, again not worth the price.

5. Chocolate milkshake
Absolutely horrid. It was like the cow had udder diarrhea. No chocolate taste whatsoever. Just ickyily sweet vanilla-ish milk. So thick we had to eat the damn thing with a spoon till it melted.

We opted for the free flow drinks and wondered why the hell anyone would buy a large size when you could top up the drink. The free salsa dip and ang moh achar was disgusting in view near the counter. The messy counter looked like an MOEnv's nightmare. On the whole, i recommend a pass on the place unless you REALLY want their burgers.

Carl's Jr Experience -
Atmosphere : POOR. Too many lame people trying to act posh and overall messy counters and dirty tables.

Food : SUCKS. Horrid. Enough said.

Price Range : TOO HIGH. Even 10 cents is too high a price to pay for horrid food.

Service : MODERATE. You've got your regular eager-to-please mixed with the i-don't-give-a-damn-they-don't-pay-me-enough crew. And limited knowledge on their own products.

Overall : EAT SOMEWHERE ELSE.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Another day in the ward.

Another day of piss ass shit.

Another day for me to pull a freaking long face.

I tell you, the damn blardy drama never ends. What do you get when 1 staff nurse says 1 thing and another says some other thing? BLAME.

My posting really sucks. For 1 thing, the staff seems more interested in my private life then anything else. Constantly asking me which ward i was previously from, whether i have a boyfriend, how old i am... yada yada yada. Chee Bye. Please, i'm now a student, ask me the things that are pertaining to work. I do not like you. Neither are you my friend. So stop acting so chummy with me. Heck, i don't even want to know what you think of me. Get a life.

And to blatantly pass sarcastic comments about the students. Fuck you. What makes you think you can get angry at me and not expect me to feel the same way against you?! I don't have to suck up to you. I don't have to take your rubbish. And more importantly, i don't have to clean up your shit.

I put on such a black face daily, i get sick myself. Even 1 more day feels like an eternity. The patients are great though. And i believe most of the students work damn hard. To belittle our contributions is just pure vulgar body parts (read : virgina & penis).

I seriously VERY angry. Very frustrated. Very pissed. Very everything.

I try to work as best i can. I make mistakes, correct me. I try to keep calm and open. However, when the level of respect i render unto you is not reciprocated, do not expect me to lay like a doormat and cower. I respect your decision. I respect your rules. But enough is enough. It's time to take a stand.

Enough fake smiles. It's evident that i don't even try to make small talk with the staff these days. Go to HELL. If you have a bone to pick with me, BRING IT ON.

A small fry like me is patiently waiting. Waiting for you bastards to drop the hell dead. If i ever pass out into this ward, i cannot comprehend the amount of damage i will do. Seriously.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

My posting in this ward ends in just 3 days. Then it's 2 greatly appreciated weeks of HOLIDAYS.

And i'm glad. Elated. With a smile that stretches as wide as my cheeks allow. And my happy hair continues to defy gravity and stand on end.

A few good things manage to wiggle itself out in this particularly dreadful posting.

For one, the patients i encountered, has further reinforced my perspective i have towards life.

I have a patient who was recently diagnosed with cancer. Fortunately, she discovered it in the initial stage and underwent aggressive treatment - Surgery to remove the growth, alongside chemotherapy coupled with radiation. Nevertheless, striken with the disease at such a young age didn't obscure her positive outlook in life.

"It made me stronger," was the exact words that rolled of her tongue. Unparalleled courage.

Another patient shows me the importance of family support. She confided in me, her intention of suicide (which we later highlighted to the staff in-charge). Now, her family has been informed and they are playing a more active role in her care.

Some of the staff are gems. My CI's also great. She's supportive and understanding.
They make coming to work a little less odious.

Although there will always be a handful, whose attitude is in severe need of an overhaul. When we inform them of potential dangers (ie. deviation from norm parameter values), they give a fuck face and complain. If i had my way, i'd have the whole lot of them stuffed into an oven, on high. Burning them to a smokey crisp, then spreading it over some barren land, fertilizing the soil - probably the only good they're capable of. I'd refrain from feeding them to animals for the simple fact that they may give the poor unsuspecting creature some disease of indescribable nature. Hopefully they won't harm the vegetation. I'm willing to take that chance.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Pulitzer Smulitzer

Fara told me she read this person's blog the other day. Letting curiosity get the better of me, i went to check it out myself.

What a letdown.

Considering this person's eloquence, aparrent confident demeanor and quest for wordly possessions (he cheongs brands), his entries were really really bland. It was like an old lady masquerading as a cheese cake - clueless.

Reading it bore me to tears. It was about a series of short stories. Linked or not, i really can't remember. I took no effort to read the whole she-bang in detail. By the 3rd entry, i was practically weeping. And by the 5th, i was weeping so much, i was temporarily blind.

Below is an example of what resulted of my blindness :

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Some people possess a certain type of magic. Able to spin tales and weave wonderful stories from words. Verbally painting an imaginary world filled with excitement and adventure.

I'm not there yet. I can't even spell.

And.. that guy, is much, much further away.