And you say...

* the loveLY. the ugLY.....

Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Think about it...
The paradox of our time in history is that...

...we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.

We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh t
oo little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life, not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small
character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe
, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that
is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, ' I love you ' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday th
at person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.


Life is not measured by the number of breaths we
take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

~George Carlin

Sunday, April 19, 2009
I have come to a realization. I am a nurse by profession, but my mum is an even better nurse when it comes to taking care of our health. She just told me that I should take lots of yoghurt after a round of antibiotics to replace all the good bacteria which the antibiotics might have destroyed.

Darn...I should have known better. And now I'm down with a stomach flu. Sigh...

Anyways, I witnessed an outrageous scene yesterday. I had just knocked off from work and was waiting for the bus when I saw a little girl wandering nearby. She was about 2 and a half, maybe 3 years old...suddenly she stoops down and picks something from the ground. And then she puts the thing to her mouth. To my utter shock and disbelief, it was a used cigarette butt!

And then she just squats there with the cigarette butt in between her lips...then she takes it out and holds it between her fingers, the way smokers do it. I was so shocked. My goodness, you never know what children learn these days, and they learn from a very young age.

When I bent over to look if any adult was around (a pillar was blocking my view), I saw a lady smoking away. My guess is, that was her mother. The little girl continued "smoking" her used cigarette butt which she had picked up from the dirt until her mother beckoned her to throw it away.

I could only shake my head and sigh to myself.

We live in a crazy world.
Monday, March 16, 2009
something's going around...
Yea...some crazy bug's going around. The Tang sister's are down with something...we're quite sick and all we do is just stay in bed. The very fact that I'm not in bed now means that my medications have kicked in and hopefully the fever won't come back again...been having fever and body ache and headache and bad cough for the past 3days...I feel not so bad when the meds kick in, but once it wears off, I'm back to feeling lousy again. This bug must be a pretty strong one. Hmmm...

To my colleagues...sorry lah, I had to take MC when I'm supposed to be on night duty and I know it looks bad on me since my leave starts right after my night duty, so it looks like I purposely took MC. But I would have died at work and you girls would have to code blue me. =(

Okie I'm hopping back to bed in a head needs some rest. See you all soon...please remember to pray for us...
Monday, March 09, 2009
once in a very blue moon
I just had the 1st Sunday off in many many many donkey months (I don't really know what donkey months mean but I just wanted to use that phrase, haha).

Why, you ask...
Well, because my roster is always so not nice. Erghh.

Because my requests don't get granted.

Well, I don't know...what's the whole point of the request book anyway when you don't get what you request for.

I don't know!


Anyways, I spent my precious Sunday off with Merv (at Causeway Point, we bumped into Aishah and also Jie!) and we had dinner with Jo (talking about *ahemmm*).

Speaking of Jo...I have a question to ask. Okie........I just forgot what it was that she asked me but it was funny. Darn...I wanted to post it here but now I've forgotten what it was. =P

Haha, oh's time to get to bed. G'nite! Tomorrow I is go to cutting hair with jiejie Eunice! =)

*See Merv, I finally posted something! =P

Saturday, January 24, 2009
remembering her
I still wish she had waited two more days before I got back after my leave...whenever I'm in the ward, I feel as if she's gone for a really long procedure or operation. A really long one...maybe I feel this way because I wasn't there during her final hours.

This is my favouritest memory of her: she was lying in her cot-bed, and I had decided to drop by to see her (I was assigned to another cubicle that day). And then she calls me, "Lydia, come!"

So I went by her bedside and saw that she was playing with her Jack-in-the-box. She looks at me and winds the music at the side of the box and suddenly Jack pops out. I honestly got a scare and I think the shock showed on my face...but that mischievious little girl was quite amused.

Then she says, "Scary or not?" And I say, "Yes, very scary!"

She pauses, considers my answer, then looks at me and says in her little innocent voice, "Don't be scared, Lydia...I am here."

I was rendered speechless.


Well at least now we don't cry when we talk about her...we can laugh at the silly things Putri ever said or did. =)
Monday, January 05, 2009
so weird
I feel weird. It doesn't feel like a new year has already come and gosh, we're already five days into it. Too many things happened either at the same time or one after another.

Putri passes on, and we nurses are trying to move on...we can't ignore the fact that the bed she used to occupy is now empty (or will soon be occupied by other little children). We miss her loads.

I just feel so weird. My body feels weird. It's like not right lah...I took my first mc of the year yesterday. I felt like crap...Merv and I took a drive up to Malacca to pay Dr.Francis a visit today (since I had the day off from work). Let's just say I came out of his clinic a little more than surprised. He's such a nice doctor lah, so his niceness sort of compensates for the "surprise"...okie whatever that means.

I think my work is taking a toll on my health...quite a number of people have told me to think seriously about changing my job or to look for an office-hours job. Sigh...

Help me, God...
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
letting Putri go
I only wish I had spent more time playing with her before I left S'pore for my long leave...sigh. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye, to make her laugh one more time, to tell her one last time that I love her. But how could I have known?

She was the only patient to call me by my name...and she's only two and a half years-old. She could remember every one of the nurses' names in my ward (and we have 40 over staff), and even some of the doctors. How can you not be touched or affected by a little girl who so affectionately calls you by name, asking you to "come here"?

And tomorrow I'm going to walk into the ward with no Putri there. She has always been there (she's never went home since birth), sometimes even for us to complain to. I was already missing her cheeky smile and laughter earlier last week, confident that she would still remember me after my absence for more than a week in the ward...she has an amazing memory and what's more amazing is her vocabulary.

I feel like I have so much to say but I don't even know where to begin...she was like one of us in the ward. I'm only grateful that I have many fond memories and pictures to remember her by. She loved taking pictures and often she would say, "Take picture...say cheese!"

*Thank you to my sisters and Merv for understanding and allowing me to grieve the loss of my long-term patient...and for allowing me to be a little human when we all know that I shouldn't have gotten so attached to Putri in the first place. It really means a lot when you just held me while I cried after receiving the news*