And you say...

* the loveLY. the ugLY.....

Monday, April 30, 2007
twenty-one
It was 12am.

They found me in my pajamas, lying on my tummy with Jo perched on my butt, giving me a massage. They sang "Happy Birthday", with a one-pound cake held in front of me. They are: my family, Merv, Isaac, and Mich.

We sat in the kitchen around the dining table. We ate cake. We talked. We laughed. We joked (about the fridge. And our teachers. Haha). We laughed somemore. We made noise. And laughed somemore. =)

I had to work today. But it was okay. It was good, in fact...my patient made me laugh. She's so darn cute...she thought she had accidently thrown her dentures into the trash bin in the toilet. I walked her there and both of us stuck our hands into the trash bin, trying to look for her dentures.

We didn't find it...washed our hands and I walked her back to her bed. She was upset...because dentures aren't cheap. I told her I would look for her again...then I asked her if she's sure she isn't wearing it.

She opened her mouth and...TADA! It was there! The whole cubicle of patients and I laughed...it was really funny! =) And the best thing is, my patient laughed at herself...so cute lah...

Sangeetha and Zul came by to have break with me. =) They got me TWO slices of cake...in attempts of fattening me up, you see. Haha...good. I need to get back the two kilograms lost.

David called from Melbourne. Thilaga and Vickee texted from I-don't-know-which-parts-of-the-world. Jit, Ryan, Tien Li, Sangeetha, Chin Fang, Sheran, Xuanie, Sunny, Rui Xue, Shan Na texted too. Jamie wished me yesterday. Haha...

I think as I grow older, birthdays carry a different meaning altogether (for me)...its a celebration of a person's existence. And I'm comfortable and more than glad to have the people I love, around. Doesn't have to be many...I don't even need the gifts. I'm just glad that you, who thought of me, remembered when I was born. Regardless of whether it was coming over to see me, or calling me on the phone, or just sms-ing me.

So that was how I turned twenty-one. =) Thank YOU, all of you!
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
ding dong bell
Pussy's not in the well...I am.

Gosh. Do you have any idea how silly and careless I can be?

I don't know where I kept my SPM cert.

Sighhh...was cleaning up my room a bit, and suddenly thought of my SPM cert. I had collected it earlier this year and I remember bringing it to S'pore so, so, so clearly. But now I cannot find it! =(

Jia lat...I hope I get some enlightenment tonight during my sleep.

Gosh. Why do I do such things to myself?!??

Such a ding dong.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Overdose
You know you've had too much of the hospital when you start experiencing such symptoms:

(1) Looking into your mobile phone, which indicates that you have 104 messages in your inbox, and you think, "Oh, Bed 104...I know which patient that is!" And then you mentally go through what medications he's on, what he's suffering from, what kind of behaviour he displays...

(2) Having dreams of your dance instructor suddenly turned into a nurse, and in that dream, she's passing report to you (during change of shift) after dance practice.

Okie, so it's only two...but still! That's enough...and it's only been like what, four weeks?? Imagine if I were to stick around as a nurse for ten years. Hahahah...
Friday, April 20, 2007
going home
People often ask me whether it's tiring travelling to and fro Kluang/S'pore. (They think going back to Kluang once in two weeks is too often) (What??!)

Nah, I forget about the long queues and the almost everlasting wait at the checkpoints once I'm home...for you see, being where my family is makes it all worth it. Even if I'm back for only a night or two...









And why do I love home so much? Haha...

Firstly, Dad dances "rap" (according to him, "rap" is a kind of dance! He even performed for Mum, Jo and me once. Jo and I say rapping isn't dancing. Mum tells him that he doesn't dance rap; he's just wriggling...he insists that it's rap. After much laughing and "arguing", he finally agrees that it's not rap. It's breakdance! You can just imagine Jo and I laughing outrageously by now...hehe. Mum still insists that he's wriggling. "Dry wriggling", in fact. Dad says no, it's breakdance...finally Mum shakes her head...but the laughter continues...). I like to see my Dad "in action"!

Secondly, Mum cooks the best food in the world...I simply love my Mummy's cooking. Mmmhhmm!!! =)

Thirdly, nothing beats spending time with my sisters. When we five sisters get together, you can just imagine the amount of nonsense we can come up with, and we laugh a lot (but it doesn't mean we don't talk serious stuff...we do). That's why, I hate it the most when we start arguing (yes, we sisters do argue).

I am therefore, going home again...tomorrow. Two weeks is up. Believe it or not, the longest I've ever been away from my family is only three weeks. After almost three years of studying in S'pore. Well, I have no reason not to go home...
Monday, April 16, 2007
just wonderin'
Can you cry under water?

How important does a person have to be before they
are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?


Why does a round pizza come in a square box?

Why is it that people say they
"slept like a baby" when babies wake
up like, every two hours?


Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put
money in the binoculars to look at things on the ground?


Why do doctors leave the room while you change?
They're going to see you naked anyway.


Why is "bra" singular and "panties" plural?

Why does your voice sound
different when you've just woken up?


Do you think Jesus, in His
whole entire life here on earth, ever had
feelings (like, romantic feelings) for a girl/woman?

Friday, April 13, 2007
i wanna go home
Everytime I feel terrible or lousy, I always wanna go home...

I'm feeling terribly lousy now.

I wanna go home.

(Home = where my family is)
Thursday, April 12, 2007
D is for Dreadful
It has been a rather dreadful week. =(

I can't stand the way that person, and that person talks. I hate that tone. I hate them humiliating me in front of the others. And I hate their expressionless faces. So apathetic.

*God, please help me to love them. And not only to love them, but to seek to understand why they behave that way.*

I just feel so discouraged and I'm questioning myself...what am I doing in this line...and dealing with people's lives??!

I am careless, I am clumsy, I am TIMID, I am SLOW, I am most of the time confused. =(
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Because of You
This is what I am now...

...a wretch turned treasure
...a loser made victor
...a sinner turned saint
...a scum made pure
...a broken being made complete
...a cursed soul liberated
...a prisoner set free

...only by YOUR grace.

So amazing.
So free.
So divine.
Friday, April 06, 2007
Psst...
I've been eating without being able to taste anything at all...my food, no matter how deliciously scrumptious they look, taste so bland when it touches my tongue. Sheesh...all because of this horrible flu. I don't know where the bug came from! I was sick only two weeks ago!!! Something's wrong!! I usually get sick only twice a year...this is so weird...

And I can't smell either...not at all. It's good, only in ONE way...when people fart. And if it's smelly, I'm fortunate because I can't smell. For now. Haha...but it's bad. Bad because I cannot smell my boyfriend's cologne. Hmmm...

Anyways, I'll tell you a secret...my phlegm and mucus is GREEEEEEN. Heeheeh... =P

And yea, I don't have a boyfriend...HAH! GOTCHA!!! =P
Sunday, April 01, 2007
la actualidad
Points to note for today:

1. Whatever He has put in your heart to do, He will bring to completion. We must have the vision; He makes the PROVISION.

2. We (Christians) are a different breed; we need to THINK, SPEAK, and ACT differently.

3. Where is the coolest place on earth? Answer:
CHURCH!!
(Note: Church doesn't mean the physical building itself...)