Hmm.. been like 2 week didn’t update.. not that I didn’t want to but there isn’t anything worth mentioning or maybe I wish not. Except for Sunday, rest of the days are spent working in FULL.. damm.. no life.. wouldn’t want to blog about working environment, just afraid one day in future I read back to this day.. all working stuff how dull..
Maybe a lil on working class people, apparently most people are hard to please but I try hard to get along and mingle with those bloke.. positive result so far; people are opening up. Often people say “You are Taukey Kia, people automatically will ‘keng you sha hun’ *give you face* “ which is true to a certain degree but if one being an asshole, I’m 100% sure people wouldn’t give a rat ass or invite you over for lunch right?
…..Four men go on a hunting trip. The only hotel in town is almost full, so they have to bunk two to a room. No-one wants to share room with Joe because he snores, so others decide to take turns. The first man stays with Joe and comes to breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes bloodshot.
“What happened to you?” ask his friends.
“Joe snored so loudly I just sat up and watched him all night” he moans.
The following evening, it is the second chap’s turn. He also look awful the next morning.
”Oh, man, that Joe shakes the roof” he says.
“I sat up and watched him all night too.”
The third night is Frank’s turn; a burly ex-rugby player: a man’s man. Next morning he comes down to breakfast looking very fresh.
“Good morning” he say brightly.
The first two men are incredulous. “Wow, what happened?”
“Well” says Frank.
“We got ready to bed, I tuck Joe in, wished him sweet dreams and kissed him on the forehead. He sat up and watched me all night.” – Lesley Beasent
Lmao! Something funny I read couple of days ago that had me in stitches; be spontaneous and flexible abit la…
Tuesday 23 September 2008
Sunday 7 September 2008
Humour at Work
"A Visual Perception that stimulate the Visual Memory"
What is life if there isn’t some sense of humour to spice thing up??
Saturday 6 September 2008
InSa
Felt so tired after work... fell asleep on the couch in front the TV again.... Do not know how when I dozed off and for how long…only to be woken up by this music…
Remembered watching it a long time before…but today; it’s….hahaha…
faites-vous bien, mon amour?
Remembered watching it a long time before…but today; it’s….hahaha…
faites-vous bien, mon amour?
Wednesday 3 September 2008
Intravenous Theory
I visited my old man today during lunch, as I was entering the ward.. I saw him… a stand out among the sickly.. happily chatting with the cute doctor; a 3rd year medical doctor. *it runs in the family.. tendencies to ‘interview’ people* =x
Now I could see that my old man is quite happy being in there… there hundreds of people he can talked to.. . I asked him if he wishes to upgrade his stay to a higher class, he declined and said “It’s alright~ I’m quite happy here.”
so many 'target' to talk too... =)
I asked if he slept well last night, which he did naturally.. . He relates one incident though. There he was lying on his bed resting/reading, suddenly a nurse come around to insert an I.V drip for him. He stops the nurse with a smile and said:
“Miss, May you give me one reason why I must need that I.V drip?”
*my old man is warded for observation dues to chest pain and is still waiting for the test result to be confirmed*
Nurse: *with an unpleasant tone* “You dowan, then duwan”
*wahlao.. IV drip is optional gar??, I suspect the dozen of patients I saw before me has been victim of CUCUK BUTA~* o.0!
Old Man: *again with a huge smile* “Miss, you’re a professional, if you wish to poke me with that needle at least you should tell me what’s it for since I’m here under observation awaiting test results and I see no reason why I should be put on I.V drip, perhaps you should check with the doctor if I need a hole on my arm”
*sick edi still got energy argue~ hahahaaha *
His morale of the story is “Don’t get free poke, unless you know what it’s for”
Seeing my old man still active and positive charged attitude makes me laugh. He even chased a doctor down the hall for his test results.. *wahlao.. slow abit -.=! *
Myocardial infarction
Just like any ordinary working day, I woke up preparing to go to work. While I was showering, I heard a grunt from the room across; thinking it’s my old man probably doing his spiritual breathing exercise.
As I done dressing and headed down to go to work, he stopped me and said “Boy, no need go to work today, you need sent me to the hospital.. I’m having some chest pain and I think it might be a heart attack.” – seriously.. I didn’t have any expression nor am I surprised…just space out.
He packed a little bag with some clothing and a bottle of water. We head to the local GH, the whole time we didn’t spoke much. I drop him off the emergency entrance and proceed to find a parking. Gosh.. it’s so hard to find a parking space nowadays.. nevertheless I’ve finally found one empty lot beside the morgue room.
As I head toward the entrance I gave him a call, he said “Well I’m being examined by the doctor now why don’t you get something to eat at the canteen and come back a little while as I’m not sure if the doctor allow you to enter.” He even gave me the medical term of his condition and ask me to Google it~ – I said ok, telling him I going out for food and look up a friend and be back later.
Headed back to my car and drove out of GH…wondering around…settle for chicken rice half an hour later, went home to tell my sis that he might be staying a day for further observation. Just before noon I met my old man in the ward answering some questions by the M.O on duty; perhaps it the volume of patients or work stress..the M.O expression really suckball..felt like giving him a blow to the head..smile abit la a--hole~
Anyway I talked for another hour with my old man.. apparently there’s an emergency and the M.O got to take leave performing CPR on the bed beside me; I learned that the poor dude is 97 old..dying soon I supposed.. – Again I watched without neither flinching nor felt any emotion.
The whole time I was in the GH and ward…everything I saw look kinda familiar, it’s like I’ve been there before…* I was warded before when I was very young due to food poisoning, maybe it the same floor, I dunno~*. I saw a lot of sickly people, emergency crash victims and bedridden ventilator dependant patients and I just watch without feeling a slight emotion of anything.
Tomorrow the results are out, hope my old man is doing ok. He has been a very strong person, even drafts a letter to the lawyer before leaving the house...ensuring all is well at home.
This few years been tough, so much is happening and every now and then it never cease to excite and amazes me of the changing around me...…I begin to wonder at which point of time I started being cold or just numb to everything nowadays??
As I done dressing and headed down to go to work, he stopped me and said “Boy, no need go to work today, you need sent me to the hospital.. I’m having some chest pain and I think it might be a heart attack.” – seriously.. I didn’t have any expression nor am I surprised…just space out.
He packed a little bag with some clothing and a bottle of water. We head to the local GH, the whole time we didn’t spoke much. I drop him off the emergency entrance and proceed to find a parking. Gosh.. it’s so hard to find a parking space nowadays.. nevertheless I’ve finally found one empty lot beside the morgue room.
As I head toward the entrance I gave him a call, he said “Well I’m being examined by the doctor now why don’t you get something to eat at the canteen and come back a little while as I’m not sure if the doctor allow you to enter.” He even gave me the medical term of his condition and ask me to Google it~ – I said ok, telling him I going out for food and look up a friend and be back later.
Headed back to my car and drove out of GH…wondering around…settle for chicken rice half an hour later, went home to tell my sis that he might be staying a day for further observation. Just before noon I met my old man in the ward answering some questions by the M.O on duty; perhaps it the volume of patients or work stress..the M.O expression really suckball..felt like giving him a blow to the head..smile abit la a--hole~
Anyway I talked for another hour with my old man.. apparently there’s an emergency and the M.O got to take leave performing CPR on the bed beside me; I learned that the poor dude is 97 old..dying soon I supposed.. – Again I watched without neither flinching nor felt any emotion.
The whole time I was in the GH and ward…everything I saw look kinda familiar, it’s like I’ve been there before…* I was warded before when I was very young due to food poisoning, maybe it the same floor, I dunno~*. I saw a lot of sickly people, emergency crash victims and bedridden ventilator dependant patients and I just watch without feeling a slight emotion of anything.
Tomorrow the results are out, hope my old man is doing ok. He has been a very strong person, even drafts a letter to the lawyer before leaving the house...ensuring all is well at home.
This few years been tough, so much is happening and every now and then it never cease to excite and amazes me of the changing around me...…I begin to wonder at which point of time I started being cold or just numb to everything nowadays??
Monday 1 September 2008
Axonometric Perspective
This perhaps has been the most educational holiday this year; gained knowledge amidst nature. An outdoor wedding photo shot!, courtesy of CBCOSY. I’ve prepared some egg sandwiches for the journey because I knew they didn’t have breakfast and the shooting will probably takes a whole day. We went to FRIM in Kepong, though the weather isn’t very favourable in the beginning and later but nevertheless we have a pretty good time there.
It is said that a human mind is like a giant library, and in times when we have fresh incoming memories, older memories is magically erased or compressed with all the finer or not the finest details missing. Take a wedding photo album for example, very often we see beautiful couple posing with breathtaking surrounding, but have one ever wonder behind the actual scene and the trouble it takes for couple to get it right just for the one perfect take?
“Enjoy the process rather than the result” a gift for them, where money cannot buy.. I took many third perspective photos of them with the actual scene, so one day in future should they look into their wedding photo, they can remember the fine moment of that day… ahahahahaha….
candid merdeka~ ^.^V
It is said that a human mind is like a giant library, and in times when we have fresh incoming memories, older memories is magically erased or compressed with all the finer or not the finest details missing. Take a wedding photo album for example, very often we see beautiful couple posing with breathtaking surrounding, but have one ever wonder behind the actual scene and the trouble it takes for couple to get it right just for the one perfect take?
“Enjoy the process rather than the result” a gift for them, where money cannot buy.. I took many third perspective photos of them with the actual scene, so one day in future should they look into their wedding photo, they can remember the fine moment of that day… ahahahahaha….
candid merdeka~ ^.^V
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