So I had some kick-ass food poisoning a week ago. Had the same lunch as a few colleagues who spent their weekends fine; and I didn't snack in the noon - it definitely was the dinner.
4 of my shopping mates wanted to have Carl's Junior. I wan't keen since fast food were abundant at work. Agreed to have fries anyway - CJ's Chilli Cheese Beef Fries (only me - rest had burgers). Oh boy. Thinking about it makes me nauseous.
I had half, since the beef was overpowering. Less than an hour later, poof! It's not just diarrhoea - it was jet-streamed-explosive diarrhoea. If I may be disgusting: the whole toilet bowl was filled with my watery shit since it was jet-streamed-explosive. Yes the flush in the mall's toilet works well. Didn't get any on myself. I cleaned up well.
I went about 7 times in 2 hours. Lost count after the 10th time, which was about the 3rd hour. I couldn't fathom how much shit I held in my system - and how much water came out after the shit stopped.
Threw up badly in the 4th hour. Guess what came out? Aww.. Chilli Cheese Beef Fries! Undigested! Ugh. I so wanna puke now.
It smelled bad, my body (err.. tummy?) spasmed, my toilet reeked of puke and food, and I had the unglamourous task of washing it away from the floor (no projectile puke to wall here). Got stuck since the house toilet didn't have a good drainage. Guess who had to clean that up too? Couldn't leave a mess for my sis when she uses the toilet, could I?
Tried to sleep, needed to explode my water out again. Puked a 2nd time of water and mucous (huh?) and some white stuff which I think was supposed to be the anti-diarrhoea pill I took. Was that considered as digested since it was a white mess? Guess I couldn't even stomach medicine.
So that was some kick-ass food poisoning. Ran a fever the next day. Slept 90% of the time. My boyfriend had the cheek to make this sentence: "Huh? Sleep again?" when I wanted to crash after my round of meds on the 2nd night.
Yes well, I had a fever, I lost count of the number of times my butt kissed the toilet bowl, and I puked my guts out twice. Survived on 3 tiny pieces of bread for the 2nd day. Food didn't seem exciting at that point in time. Shit twice more. Meds and food stayed in for the 2nd day.
So I went back to work on Monday, and my colleague suggested I complain to CJ. And then what? They apologise? Or accuse me of false claims? I didn't see a doctor - could barely walk out of my room to the toilet. I had no proof. Or send me some CJ vouchers to make me happy?
Don't think I want to even step foot into CJ for the next few days.. weeks.. years, even! What good will the vouchers do? On hindsight - If there were vouchers, I could have distributed them to make my colleagues happy. I didn't complain, anyway.
Few days ago the boyfriend offered me some cheese bread. Needless to say - the smell nauseates too. I. Am. Anti. Chilli Cheese Beef Fries. Now. And whatever reeks the same.
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Friday, November 16, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Keeping my Memories
So much has happened since May! Feeling like a little typing today. Not as if I don't type everyday..
So in June.. Hmm.. Nvm. Move on to July. Oh! Did we go Genting? I think we went Genting. Eh.. I think it was May. Anyway.. That's my brain nowadays. Scattered. Again.
Genting was cool! Clouds.. Cable cars.. Food.. Shopping! He bought quite a bit there. Food wasn't cheap, but it passed. Caught my first 3D movie in Genting. Men in Black. Were the effects supposed to be popping out quite a bit?
Sustained a fever for 3 days - eve of trip and on first 2 days of the holiday. Panadol kept it down for a few hours and the fever will spring back. Made me kinda sluggish and nasty. Thank God for the patient man.
He was saying that if we revisit Genting, we should try other hotels. Perhaps try some rides?
You know, I simply love love love the idea of a big man peeling teeny eggs for me. Hehehehe.
In July, the man got me a trip to KL. Went to Sunway, and our stay at Hotel Maya was simply fantastic. I like the roller coaster and the rubber mat lie-down slide. Maya was spacious. Our view was of a school and tombstones, but nothing bad. The bed was firm and the pillows soft and fluffy *ooh*. Bathtub was big enough, and he salivated over the rain shower. The indoor hydrotherapy kept him happy in the mornings. Maya changes its lift mats every day. That alone makes me happy!
The trip was ok.. Food was sometimes wanting but overall satisfactory. The only food picture we took was 'cos it was truly good. Not much shopping.
I cried, for the first time during my birthday with a bf.. Not out of happiness. I shall just leave it as this sentence.
In July, boss got married! Yayy.. So pretty! She looked all nicely dolled up and smiley. S, Y and I were her bridesmaids. Our haggling at the gate kinda failed. Haha.. But an overall interesting experience.
Small invitation of close ones, and I did the MC-ing. Was so nervous my whole self literally shook. Gathered strength from my co-MC. A nice and polite man. Looked after me. Congrats boss! Babies soon k..
Mama passed away in August. Supposedly 91 as of birth cert, but since the birth cert in those times don't always reflect the correct age, my dad said she was probably older.
Mummy says it's good Mama passed on without much pain. 4 generations.
Lots of politics again. Even after. The cheek of some people! To claim they did this and that.. But did not, was mean (to her and family), and on top of that, fought it out. Really?! Sometimes it's not just the younger generations who forsake family ties.
Under Uncle AG's request, I was part of 3 grandchildren who gave a eulogy for Mama. Again, I shook uncontrollably from stage fright. Fortunately, my crying masked my shaky voice. Hope I did my dad proud in saying something nice for his mother.
I talked about remembering Mama's food, her last words I heard, her selflessness. Whether coherently or not, her last words I heard were 'xiao xiao'. To mean to live life with a smile, or not to stress in life, I took it as both in my sharing.
Uncle AG mentioned it was good I did not read out from paper. Daddy says I did good. I'm PROUD. Hahaha.
Thanks to all who came. I never realised the importance of seeing people you know take the time to come down. From now, because I finally understand, I will try to make the time too. Thanks to Jas, Sher, Alex, Ted, Phil, Chris, Alv, Mag, SC, Yen and also the rest who helped to offset costs. Thanks to Dear for spending the last night and last day with me.
Mama chose to have her ashes scattered in the ocean. The whole process was something new. The yacht.. the scattering..
Didn't like the pastor much though. Kinda condemning. Everything was like die die die.. We're mean we're evil we're bad.. It's not very helpful is it? You expect people to turn to God just by condemning them? Switched off a while. Not worth listening to.
I guess the wake could get political too? Mummy was pretty upset her closer colleagues didn't come, especially since she herself did make efforts too. Jen and my coy also gave wreaths, while Mummy's didn't, so she was like.......... It won't really cost the employer that much to show some concern, and the employee will be appreciative in return.
Oh yes. The last we saw Mama, my cousin was saying she said she saw Grandpa, and that he wanted to bring her to the beach. Some a nice image! And Mummy said my niece saw Mama return on the 7th day. She was waving to the gate and this freaked the maid out. Then my niece said Mama went to take a dump before leaving.
Daddy says if someone enters your house to clear shit, it's good luck for the occupants. Perhaps Mama was giving luck? Or perhaps.. She was just clearing bowels? After she passed away, her bowels released and I heard the shit kept on coming. My aunt and cousin-in-law had to keep clearing it 'til the flow stopped.
Oooh. Interesting, eh?
These days.. Getting kinda tired lately, again..
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So in June.. Hmm.. Nvm. Move on to July. Oh! Did we go Genting? I think we went Genting. Eh.. I think it was May. Anyway.. That's my brain nowadays. Scattered. Again.
Genting was cool! Clouds.. Cable cars.. Food.. Shopping! He bought quite a bit there. Food wasn't cheap, but it passed. Caught my first 3D movie in Genting. Men in Black. Were the effects supposed to be popping out quite a bit?
Sustained a fever for 3 days - eve of trip and on first 2 days of the holiday. Panadol kept it down for a few hours and the fever will spring back. Made me kinda sluggish and nasty. Thank God for the patient man.
You know, I simply love love love the idea of a big man peeling teeny eggs for me. Hehehehe.
In July, the man got me a trip to KL. Went to Sunway, and our stay at Hotel Maya was simply fantastic. I like the roller coaster and the rubber mat lie-down slide. Maya was spacious. Our view was of a school and tombstones, but nothing bad. The bed was firm and the pillows soft and fluffy *ooh*. Bathtub was big enough, and he salivated over the rain shower. The indoor hydrotherapy kept him happy in the mornings. Maya changes its lift mats every day. That alone makes me happy!
The trip was ok.. Food was sometimes wanting but overall satisfactory. The only food picture we took was 'cos it was truly good. Not much shopping.
I cried, for the first time during my birthday with a bf.. Not out of happiness. I shall just leave it as this sentence.
Small invitation of close ones, and I did the MC-ing. Was so nervous my whole self literally shook. Gathered strength from my co-MC. A nice and polite man. Looked after me. Congrats boss! Babies soon k..
Mama passed away in August. Supposedly 91 as of birth cert, but since the birth cert in those times don't always reflect the correct age, my dad said she was probably older.
Mummy says it's good Mama passed on without much pain. 4 generations.
Lots of politics again. Even after. The cheek of some people! To claim they did this and that.. But did not, was mean (to her and family), and on top of that, fought it out. Really?! Sometimes it's not just the younger generations who forsake family ties.
Under Uncle AG's request, I was part of 3 grandchildren who gave a eulogy for Mama. Again, I shook uncontrollably from stage fright. Fortunately, my crying masked my shaky voice. Hope I did my dad proud in saying something nice for his mother.
I talked about remembering Mama's food, her last words I heard, her selflessness. Whether coherently or not, her last words I heard were 'xiao xiao'. To mean to live life with a smile, or not to stress in life, I took it as both in my sharing.
Uncle AG mentioned it was good I did not read out from paper. Daddy says I did good. I'm PROUD. Hahaha.
Thanks to all who came. I never realised the importance of seeing people you know take the time to come down. From now, because I finally understand, I will try to make the time too. Thanks to Jas, Sher, Alex, Ted, Phil, Chris, Alv, Mag, SC, Yen and also the rest who helped to offset costs. Thanks to Dear for spending the last night and last day with me.
Mama chose to have her ashes scattered in the ocean. The whole process was something new. The yacht.. the scattering..
Didn't like the pastor much though. Kinda condemning. Everything was like die die die.. We're mean we're evil we're bad.. It's not very helpful is it? You expect people to turn to God just by condemning them? Switched off a while. Not worth listening to.
I guess the wake could get political too? Mummy was pretty upset her closer colleagues didn't come, especially since she herself did make efforts too. Jen and my coy also gave wreaths, while Mummy's didn't, so she was like.......... It won't really cost the employer that much to show some concern, and the employee will be appreciative in return.
Oh yes. The last we saw Mama, my cousin was saying she said she saw Grandpa, and that he wanted to bring her to the beach. Some a nice image! And Mummy said my niece saw Mama return on the 7th day. She was waving to the gate and this freaked the maid out. Then my niece said Mama went to take a dump before leaving.
Daddy says if someone enters your house to clear shit, it's good luck for the occupants. Perhaps Mama was giving luck? Or perhaps.. She was just clearing bowels? After she passed away, her bowels released and I heard the shit kept on coming. My aunt and cousin-in-law had to keep clearing it 'til the flow stopped.
Oooh. Interesting, eh?
These days.. Getting kinda tired lately, again..
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Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Batam @ Apr 2012
'Twas first trip with dear!
Going for a holiday during the weekdays is wayyyy better than the weekends - lesser crowds, faster services, time and space to enjoy stuff, and definitely more relaxing than to squeeze with people - albeit whacking off 3 full days of annual leave was a little heartbreaking at first.
We went to Harris Resort. Loved it! Clean, efficient, yummy food, smiley staff, good service! Oh, save for the mozzie bites. I had 4 on my feet from 1 dinner alone. So I do donate blood!
The room was tasteful and spacious. Long counter top, full length mirror, huge bed, nice sofa. Water pressure a tad low. The spa was awesome too! We had a 3-in-1 scrub (kinda felt like your skin was being literally peeled away; so painful!) + massage + bubble bath. After that we felt so clean and comfy!
The spa was a big plus point and the highlight of our trip. The pool was also big and well-equipped with lots of chairs for tanning or lounging in the shade. I like that they provided cold face towels and a box of fruits if you spend a long while at the pool.
Dear was sweet all the way too. Helped carry my bag, fed me a lot (..........), was pretty considerate and attentive. Heh heh.. Nice men always get bullied =P I acknowledge and appreciate that he gives in a lot to this spoilt brat of the gf.
We had a sugar-filled A&W lunch at Nagoya Mall. Free shuttle from Harris Resort! Nothing much to shop though. Dear bought a tee. Think I have been forcing him to try on too many clothes of late. Haha.. Oh yes, I like the fruit juice at Nagoya Mall!
We didn't want to squeeze on the first shuttle service back to the resort, so we waited with a family of 3. To our delight - a MPV came to pick us up! - so we travelled back in comfort. Yayy!
Quite excited for our next trip - to Genting! Which starts.. Tomorrow! Hee.. I dread the bus trip. Honestly, 7 hours in a bus is no easy task, at least not for us. Dear's quite fidgetive too.. And he says he usually can't fall asleep when on the bus. =( Regret opting for the night journey up. Should have taken the morning one so that he can at least be ensured of a night's rest at home. Oh well.. We shall entertain each other on the bus trip.
I know the couple tee is silly, but sweet all the same! And that's why we still wear it. Thankfully, this man adores the dino as much as I do.
Going for a holiday during the weekdays is wayyyy better than the weekends - lesser crowds, faster services, time and space to enjoy stuff, and definitely more relaxing than to squeeze with people - albeit whacking off 3 full days of annual leave was a little heartbreaking at first.
We went to Harris Resort. Loved it! Clean, efficient, yummy food, smiley staff, good service! Oh, save for the mozzie bites. I had 4 on my feet from 1 dinner alone. So I do donate blood!
The room was tasteful and spacious. Long counter top, full length mirror, huge bed, nice sofa. Water pressure a tad low. The spa was awesome too! We had a 3-in-1 scrub (kinda felt like your skin was being literally peeled away; so painful!) + massage + bubble bath. After that we felt so clean and comfy!
The spa was a big plus point and the highlight of our trip. The pool was also big and well-equipped with lots of chairs for tanning or lounging in the shade. I like that they provided cold face towels and a box of fruits if you spend a long while at the pool.
Dear was sweet all the way too. Helped carry my bag, fed me a lot (..........), was pretty considerate and attentive. Heh heh.. Nice men always get bullied =P I acknowledge and appreciate that he gives in a lot to this spoilt brat of the gf.
We had a sugar-filled A&W lunch at Nagoya Mall. Free shuttle from Harris Resort! Nothing much to shop though. Dear bought a tee. Think I have been forcing him to try on too many clothes of late. Haha.. Oh yes, I like the fruit juice at Nagoya Mall!
We didn't want to squeeze on the first shuttle service back to the resort, so we waited with a family of 3. To our delight - a MPV came to pick us up! - so we travelled back in comfort. Yayy!
Quite excited for our next trip - to Genting! Which starts.. Tomorrow! Hee.. I dread the bus trip. Honestly, 7 hours in a bus is no easy task, at least not for us. Dear's quite fidgetive too.. And he says he usually can't fall asleep when on the bus. =( Regret opting for the night journey up. Should have taken the morning one so that he can at least be ensured of a night's rest at home. Oh well.. We shall entertain each other on the bus trip.
I know the couple tee is silly, but sweet all the same! And that's why we still wear it. Thankfully, this man adores the dino as much as I do.
bimbo alert!
Eh.. I love my pretty lilac toenails! The colour doesn't fit my skin tone, but still - can't keep my eyes off them!
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Monday, April 16, 2012
Disappearing Act
Ahhhh..
My paperclips have a way of disappearing by themselves. So do my colourful post-its and my pair of scissors.
Sometimes, YL's sweets.. And the odd pen from the table. I've taken to stocking up on lots and lots of pens.
Oh yeah, my dried mango holds the record for shortest-time-spent-on-my-table. =D
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My paperclips have a way of disappearing by themselves. So do my colourful post-its and my pair of scissors.
Sometimes, YL's sweets.. And the odd pen from the table. I've taken to stocking up on lots and lots of pens.
Oh yeah, my dried mango holds the record for shortest-time-spent-on-my-table. =D
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Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Daddy
Has an interesting life.
Sprained my ankle in Dec, following which I had Daddy rub my ankle before I decided to seek help from a TCM practitioner. Anyway, during 1 of the particularly agonising rubs, he took to telling me stories from his childhood and gymnast days.
Why? Well.. I'm not sure that he didn't already want to talk, but I guess it was to distract me. I, for one, tend to laugh when the massage got too painful. I will start off screaming then end up laughing, til I cry. Yeah.. Imagine laughing 'cos it's painful.
So anyway, this is Daddy's story, and I'm recording it for the pure purpose of memories of my family:
So Daddy used to be an awesome gymnast.. He did the springboard (??) and even represented Singapore in the SEA Games! I'm pretty sure it was a big deal back then.
He sprained his ankle once, and the swell was bad enough to push him to a physician. The doc then said some prayers, and pressed down on the swell, so much so that it hurt til my dad peed in his pants. Haha! Yeah me laugh - I've never known my dad to be less of the strong man he is today.
So Daddy also fell before. You know mattresses are usually placed on the floor during practice for gymnasts to land - so he landed, but unfortunately, the foot got caught when he landed in the space between mattresses. Result? Twisted foot! Eew.
Daddy also got bitten by a dog before; he used to stay in a kampung. Like, really?!?! So he went to take a rabies jab.
Daddy got a tetanus shot too - when he tried to repair the leaky zinc roof of his kampong house. The umbrella nail (I don't know.. Daddy called it an umbrella nail) pierced through his heel. Ouch.
Mmm.. I think Daddy had a painful childhood. =P
Then he bumped into an exhaust accidentally, flesh was scraped off / Got burned by hot oil / Got his eyebrow caught on a tap and also scraped his flesh off / Was only 8 yrs old when he had to carry wood, in a gunny sack, home from a sawmill to be able to burn a fire to keep warm.
He saved a friend (albeit ungrateful one) too. The person jumped on a trampoline wrongly and would have landed badly on the ground, if not for my dad catching him in the nick of time.
Daddy also attended the opening ceremony of the National Stadium. From a moving lorry, he had to somersault onto a pole. Not sure whether he remembers who he was performing for.
Some well.. Tips that Daddy tried to pass on:
If a baby's drooling, use a dishcloth (please ensure it's thoroughly washed clean) to clean the mouth to stop the drool.
To cure baby hiccups, stick a betel leave onto the baby's forehead.
For a fever, bathe the baby in boiled betel leave water.
To cure a cough, boil mutton with the insides of pomelo skin, add salt, drink. (erm..)
And lastly, to disappoint me, Daddy's disappointed his children are not in any national sports team. I tried to argue that I play volleyball but.. Oh well. =D
Lovelove Daddy.
Need to squeeze Mummy's stories out one day.
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Sprained my ankle in Dec, following which I had Daddy rub my ankle before I decided to seek help from a TCM practitioner. Anyway, during 1 of the particularly agonising rubs, he took to telling me stories from his childhood and gymnast days.
Why? Well.. I'm not sure that he didn't already want to talk, but I guess it was to distract me. I, for one, tend to laugh when the massage got too painful. I will start off screaming then end up laughing, til I cry. Yeah.. Imagine laughing 'cos it's painful.
So anyway, this is Daddy's story, and I'm recording it for the pure purpose of memories of my family:
So Daddy used to be an awesome gymnast.. He did the springboard (??) and even represented Singapore in the SEA Games! I'm pretty sure it was a big deal back then.
He sprained his ankle once, and the swell was bad enough to push him to a physician. The doc then said some prayers, and pressed down on the swell, so much so that it hurt til my dad peed in his pants. Haha! Yeah me laugh - I've never known my dad to be less of the strong man he is today.
So Daddy also fell before. You know mattresses are usually placed on the floor during practice for gymnasts to land - so he landed, but unfortunately, the foot got caught when he landed in the space between mattresses. Result? Twisted foot! Eew.
Daddy also got bitten by a dog before; he used to stay in a kampung. Like, really?!?! So he went to take a rabies jab.
Daddy got a tetanus shot too - when he tried to repair the leaky zinc roof of his kampong house. The umbrella nail (I don't know.. Daddy called it an umbrella nail) pierced through his heel. Ouch.
Mmm.. I think Daddy had a painful childhood. =P
Then he bumped into an exhaust accidentally, flesh was scraped off / Got burned by hot oil / Got his eyebrow caught on a tap and also scraped his flesh off / Was only 8 yrs old when he had to carry wood, in a gunny sack, home from a sawmill to be able to burn a fire to keep warm.
He saved a friend (albeit ungrateful one) too. The person jumped on a trampoline wrongly and would have landed badly on the ground, if not for my dad catching him in the nick of time.
Daddy also attended the opening ceremony of the National Stadium. From a moving lorry, he had to somersault onto a pole. Not sure whether he remembers who he was performing for.
Some well.. Tips that Daddy tried to pass on:
If a baby's drooling, use a dishcloth (please ensure it's thoroughly washed clean) to clean the mouth to stop the drool.
To cure baby hiccups, stick a betel leave onto the baby's forehead.
For a fever, bathe the baby in boiled betel leave water.
To cure a cough, boil mutton with the insides of pomelo skin, add salt, drink. (erm..)
And lastly, to disappoint me, Daddy's disappointed his children are not in any national sports team. I tried to argue that I play volleyball but.. Oh well. =D
Lovelove Daddy.
Need to squeeze Mummy's stories out one day.
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Monday, April 9, 2012
Loss of appetite
Again!
Have no idea why.. Bought a bowl of noodles for lunch, and barely finished a quarter. Waste of money!
On a separate note; excited!! 2.5 more weeks to Batam with IDDD! Heh heh.. Spending 3 full days together with me will be testimony to his patience. Awesome man! =P
Last night was a great night.. Soooo warm, being wrapped in strong, comforting arms. Nah.. Shan't be too explicit. Personal grouse - really should wash his hair. Still smelt of incense.
His room always smells nice.
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Have no idea why.. Bought a bowl of noodles for lunch, and barely finished a quarter. Waste of money!
On a separate note; excited!! 2.5 more weeks to Batam with IDDD! Heh heh.. Spending 3 full days together with me will be testimony to his patience. Awesome man! =P
Last night was a great night.. Soooo warm, being wrapped in strong, comforting arms. Nah.. Shan't be too explicit. Personal grouse - really should wash his hair. Still smelt of incense.
His room always smells nice.
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Thursday, February 2, 2012
I wanna be..
Euthanised. Seriously.
I mean, like 1 day, if I'm all sick and crinkly and wrinkly.. and I'm probably not contributing much to society anymore anyway, then why not? Why continue to be on life support, or take up hospital space, or burden my family looking after me? Or worse, get sent to a nursing home?
I've returned all my GP to Ms Nathan.. So I was checking it out online and remembered that Singapore doesn't legalise mercy killing. --> This is additional testimony to my short-term memory. Anyway these are just my personal thoughts..
So, I don't actually mind.. It's a personal choice I guess. People who know me know that I don't want to live long. Not at this point in time. Work, play, enjoy, why drag all the way so farrrrr?
Just hope that by the time I reach this stage, I would have done all the things I want to do. Too old and invalid to do anything else anyway.
The tipping point was Mama's case.. The politics flew freely. The thoughts and feelings were sharp and jagged; poisonous; painful.
I need to take an occasional break from the world.. Like a normal crab (Cancerian), I need to retreat to my shell; my home. To recharge; to re-locate.
In a twisted way, going to visit Mama so many times proved too much to bear. Why? Simply because of the politics. And I'm not even involved. -.-
For someone who just wants a simple, happy and fulfilling life, this is just tearing my insides apart. Really, can't we people live in peace?
Oh, gooey.
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I mean, like 1 day, if I'm all sick and crinkly and wrinkly.. and I'm probably not contributing much to society anymore anyway, then why not? Why continue to be on life support, or take up hospital space, or burden my family looking after me? Or worse, get sent to a nursing home?
I've returned all my GP to Ms Nathan.. So I was checking it out online and remembered that Singapore doesn't legalise mercy killing. --> This is additional testimony to my short-term memory. Anyway these are just my personal thoughts..
So, I don't actually mind.. It's a personal choice I guess. People who know me know that I don't want to live long. Not at this point in time. Work, play, enjoy, why drag all the way so farrrrr?
Just hope that by the time I reach this stage, I would have done all the things I want to do. Too old and invalid to do anything else anyway.
The tipping point was Mama's case.. The politics flew freely. The thoughts and feelings were sharp and jagged; poisonous; painful.
I need to take an occasional break from the world.. Like a normal crab (Cancerian), I need to retreat to my shell; my home. To recharge; to re-locate.
In a twisted way, going to visit Mama so many times proved too much to bear. Why? Simply because of the politics. And I'm not even involved. -.-
For someone who just wants a simple, happy and fulfilling life, this is just tearing my insides apart. Really, can't we people live in peace?
Oh, gooey.
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Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Sadly,
If a person has a negative character, whether by nature or by social forces, wouldn't everything else that emits from this said person be as so; negative as well?
Let's say, this said person has a warped outlook on life. He - since 'he' refers to both males and females as a generalisation - labels, despises, shows prejudice and is hypocritical.
As such, wouldn't the thoughts, actions, deciphering and liaisons of this said person be perturbing to the general society?
His eyes cannot see good.. his mind cannot make good.
I think it's just.. sad. There is neither optimism nor any effort to make good out of anything or anyone.
Everything is just negative, negative, negative. Wow. Tainted.
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Let's say, this said person has a warped outlook on life. He - since 'he' refers to both males and females as a generalisation - labels, despises, shows prejudice and is hypocritical.
As such, wouldn't the thoughts, actions, deciphering and liaisons of this said person be perturbing to the general society?
His eyes cannot see good.. his mind cannot make good.
I think it's just.. sad. There is neither optimism nor any effort to make good out of anything or anyone.
Everything is just negative, negative, negative. Wow. Tainted.
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Friday, January 27, 2012
Mama
Is hospitalised.
Wanted to make a trip to the toilet - fell; fractured leg, back.
In the hospital, she was branded with a green tag which, according to mummy, means that she's at high risk for falls.
So again, a trip to the toilet. Nurse left her there (probably at Mama's own request), and voila! Fractured arm.
So who's right? The patient? Though she insisted, the nurse should never have left her alone? Because of the green wristlet? So the missy is wrong for letting a human come to more harm? For goodness' sake, this hospital with real life patients is no dummy practice.
Or the nurse? Because the patient requested to do things herself?
No one will be faulted, I guess. We need the nurses. Whether trainee/students or not. If they are young, inexperienced or passion-less, no choice - lack of healthcare providers.
If they are too tired from being overworked and still have to complete their duties.. Then how?
For the record, Mama is tiny. Think I'm almost twice her size/height. When I visited her last night, her whole right leg was bandaged, along with her (newly so) left arm.
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Wanted to make a trip to the toilet - fell; fractured leg, back.
In the hospital, she was branded with a green tag which, according to mummy, means that she's at high risk for falls.
So again, a trip to the toilet. Nurse left her there (probably at Mama's own request), and voila! Fractured arm.
So who's right? The patient? Though she insisted, the nurse should never have left her alone? Because of the green wristlet? So the missy is wrong for letting a human come to more harm? For goodness' sake, this hospital with real life patients is no dummy practice.
Or the nurse? Because the patient requested to do things herself?
No one will be faulted, I guess. We need the nurses. Whether trainee/students or not. If they are young, inexperienced or passion-less, no choice - lack of healthcare providers.
If they are too tired from being overworked and still have to complete their duties.. Then how?
For the record, Mama is tiny. Think I'm almost twice her size/height. When I visited her last night, her whole right leg was bandaged, along with her (newly so) left arm.
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Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Kind-hearted stranger!
Daddy's cab's first accident of the year! Pray the drivers will be safe and sound always!
While my uncle (relief driver for that weekend) was driving.. then the backside kenna kissed. Mummy said that my uncle was blur and lost 'cos it was his first-time accident.
Luckily, the passenger was alert and saw! He (She?) recounted for my uncle.. and into the workshop went the taxi.
Big thank you to this nice nice nice stranger! Imagine if the accident details were fuzzy, or number plate not noted. Thank God too my uncle is alright.
Darn those hit-and-run cars..
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While my uncle (relief driver for that weekend) was driving.. then the backside kenna kissed. Mummy said that my uncle was blur and lost 'cos it was his first-time accident.
Luckily, the passenger was alert and saw! He (She?) recounted for my uncle.. and into the workshop went the taxi.
Big thank you to this nice nice nice stranger! Imagine if the accident details were fuzzy, or number plate not noted. Thank God too my uncle is alright.
Darn those hit-and-run cars..
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