time for a change?

did u know.. PAP was once an opposition part as well? during the days when we were part of Malaysia. how did PAP come to power? cox there was a common vision that was shared by most of the citizens. to conclude, if we want a new government, we need an agenda that can be deeply felt throughout the whole nation. for now, no opposition party is able to bring up such issues. hence, the strong support for the PAP.

why do opposiiton parties pop up? its due to the flaws in the system, when there are loopholes, there are bound to be people trying to dig it open. so obviously there are loopholes in the system, but not glaring enough to demand some major changes. the biggest or by far the most used complain is that Singapore is too law-abiding. too stifling and no space for personal freedom, no creative growth..

mayb we should start attackin on these areas but do one has a solution for them anyway?

things that tickled me today

ok.. a couple of stuff tickled me today.. it all started when i stepped out of my home and started to go off to work. one may wonder whats there to be happy when u hav to go to work on a SUNDAY!! well, obviously, i am NOT HAPPY abt having to work on a weekend... but its part of my job and now with the GE, i have more to do. but i managed to find somethings that made my day..

joke 1---the election lorry..
its the 3rd day of elections. and now, with the long weekend (Sat, Sun, Mon; labour day) goin on, the campaigning is going on even fiercely. so its common to see those propaganda vans or lorries driving around the estates, carrying their banners and posters and the play back of the 'vote for me' speeches in 4 different languages!!

so was waiting for my bus at the bus-stop.. (as usual.. i can only take bus to anywhere, i hav no MRT!! hmm.. mayb should raise it up to the candidates around my area.)then.. walaa.. i heard the sound of the election vehicle... it was a PAP lorry!! in it were a group of people waving and cheering on their candidates. I WAS THE ONLY ONE AT THE BUS STOP today.. so when they faced my side, the started to look at me, point-blank, and waved and cheered at me.. gosh.. i was stunned!! we had eye-contact for at least 5-6 mins.. then i started to break into a smile. i couldnt control my laughter actually.. cox i found it so funny.. they were waving at me.. urging me to wave back at them.. but, dont know y... i just couldnt.. i was rooted to the seat and was like injected with 'smiling' gas. gosh.. was trying very hard to contain myself and look natural.. not to insult them or to make myself look dumb too.. only when they were clearly out of sight then i started to openly laugh.. too funny.. the whole thing..

joke 2---the sitting gal
after the lorry had left, a gal made here way to the bus stop.. so at the bus stop, there was now 2 of us. i was still wearing a wide grin across my face. so the best distracter was--HANDPHONE!! just use it when u need to hide a laugh or feel sad.. everyone would think that u were affected by some msg or a phone call.. i'll rather let them have such thoughts then to let them think i'm nuts for laughing or crying out of 'nothing'.

the gal was on her phone.. then when her bus came, guess how she flagged for her bus??!! she was well seated on the seat, crossed-legged, instead of standing up and then raising your hand to flag for the bus.. she merely sat down and then waved her wrist... the bus driver, momentarily paused for a while when he saw that unorthodox motion. but that gal.. she was 'rotating' that wrist to 'flag' for the bus.. i was still trying to come to grasp with the earlier incident.. and now this.. waaahahaha... is she seriously thinks she can get a bus in this manner?!! i just turned my head the other direction and laughed!!

joke 3--the handphone ringtone
in a short span of time.. i am already in a very good mood. but this one takes the cake.. ultimate!! i can guess that many of u mus be thinkin this is some stupid ringtone as usual.. wats new??!! nowadays, people are very creative with their ringtones.. so to happen to hear one dumb one aint surprising.. trust me.. when it can catch my attention.. i think its a good one..

the bus was quiet, except for the occasional beeping sound of the bus cards. i was feeling drowsy.. the journey to my workplace is a long and dreary one. i was dozing off.. then suddenly.. i heard a sound that surprised me.. and i was very sure the rest of the commuters as well.. but i kept my cool.. mayb its my imagination... then i heard it again.. then the 3rd time.. i couldnt help but to turn my head in that direction and scouting the floor, the bags, with question marks written all over my face. then the uncle.. i could see him chuckling.. picked up his phone.. good one uncle.. that was funny!! so wat was the ring tone? ans: a cat's meow.. IT WAS SO REAL.. gosh.. i seriously thought someone actually smuggled a kitten up the bus.. even the bus-driver slowed down the speed to listen out to the cat meowing.. if the uncle didnt pick up the phone and continued to let it meow, i am sure the driver would stop the bus and do a full check on the passengers!!

i am laughing at people??!!.. NO.. i am laughing at the situation.. so i am not evil.. and no.. there shouldnt be any retribution.... hmmmm..

a day of firsts..

first time to the polls for me.. first time at a nomination centre.. first time i saw a walk made by the supporters of the PAP... a sea of white and armed with banners and posters. shorts, caps and shorts were imprinted or pinned with the PAP logo.. first time i'm so into local politics... actually starting to know the various names of the candidates.. been keepin a keen ear on the General Election news.. been either on the radio, newspapers or the tv to keep tabs on the latest news.

love to write more of my first at today on nomination day.. but cant... ;p
i may be sued.. ;p

rules, rules and more rules..

really.. polling is so restrictive.. while the candidates may say its up to our choice to vote.. is it really? wew are held by the throat when they use issues like, 'its for your future', 'think about bread and butter.' etc.. then really.. wat else can u put forth?
and now.. becox i am seeing things from the other side as well, meaning i no longer look at things from the voters point of view but also from the candidates' angle, i feel even more constrained. THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS WHICH I CANNOT SAY OR EXPRESS!! its not safe.. i cant even say, 'wat if the party loses?' oh no, when i said this.. i was given a look of, 'better watch it' expression.. but really, if u go to the polls, its a competition in short.. which otherwise means 50% win, 50% lose.

so....... i was thinkin of the side of wat would really happen to that area or in a larger aspect to Singapore if the opposition was to win.. would wat they promise come true? if we dont give them the chance.. we'll never know. but do we want to give them the chance? cox it means a 50% may happen, 50% may not. PAP, by large, have been delivering.. honestly.. on the other side of the coin, its because, no opposition was given a chance to show thatthey can deliver and will deliver. funnily, i was linking this with the time i got my driving licence.. i wanted to use the car, but was oppossed by the 'party' (dad and mummy). reason: not enough experience, a new driver, too young.. not safe.. ans: NO. my argument: if you dont let me try, i'll never get the experience. even if i get older and my licence yellow with time, without having a go with the car, i'll never have the experience and their reason 1 will always stay.. NOT FAIR...

CAN WE (the people) REALLY LET GO? DO WE DARE TO THREAD THIN WATER (to vote for the opposition)? DO WE WANT TO VOTE (for fun or for the sake of it)? OR ARE WE GETTING TOO COMFORTABLE?

this is the first time that i can vote.. the place i stay happens to be situated in a very ambiguous area.. just a stone throw away.. its marine parade, but my address states east coast.. but... the CVs and PAP manefesto i received was from Joo Chiat, which means, i fall under Joo Chiat (thats quite a distance from where i actually stay).. since its contested (all 9 single wards are contested), i get to vote.. really.. when do i have a chance again.. i was told by many seniors (people who had voted) to really cherish the moment i have at the polling station.. haha..

PAP would still be the overall winner.. they will still form the government. but can we deal with the opposition winning seats that mayb intimidating? so are we ready for a change??

questions and more questions.. one thing is for sure... we cant really discuss too many issues in the open.. cox Singapore is just not ready for such political outbursts from individuals...

in the midst of things.. good or bad?

is it a good thing to be in the thick of things? this i start to wonder. though its great to know alot of things, whether those that concern u directly or those that are of other people's businesses. hungry for knowledge, hungry for gossips. it seems to be most people's nature to WANT TO KNOW THINGS.. in short--kaypoh.. but having held 2 jobs that requires me to be at front-line of things.. i really start to have second thoughts of whether i want to know the depth of the issues.

1st job experience that i had--mediacorp news..
thing the job scope itself tells how much i am required to find out and do. i was a sports reporter.. its thru me that the news gets passed to the people here is Singapore.. waaa.. ok.. i am boasting.. but, its true.. i have to keep abreast of the latest news... or how the rest gets the news and footages of those not shown on tv or live matches??!! so credits to me.. yay!! :p

2nd job (currently doing it.. less than 1 month old.)--People's Association
so what the hell is it?? in short, my job scope is simply fostering relationships with the common people. helping them as well as linking them to the various government bodies.so i am the LINK between the people and the govrt. i have to listen to every whim and whimsies of the common people and then try to reiterate them to the ministers or advisers to the area.. but note.. i have to polish up the 'complains'.. remember, i have to bring up the issues to the big shots.. i have to make them sound like suggestions instead of complains.. hiaz..

so now its the election period.. which happens only once every 5 years here in Singapore.. and waaalaa.. i am involved in it!! wat a coincidence!! for a typical Singaporean youth (i am still young), who doesnt care much about my home politics.. to be involved in it is pretty surprising and new to me.. its exciting and interesting.. the things that i 'discovered' were simply overwhelming.. i cant go into details.. not here in the blog.. freedom of speech has its limits.. being a Singaporean, limits me even more... i can be sued and now, due to my job manner, watever i say now is LIABLE.. SCARY... which is also sad.. cox my nick, 'un-containable', simply means that i have things that i cant say (to people directly) or hav too much to say that is over-spilling, hence i set up a blog.. so now... though i would love to share or write here so as for me to read abt it next time.. is a no no.. gosh.. i ahve so much to say.. wanna say soo much.. and share my thoughts.. but now, they are political.. though my thoughts.. but can used against me now.. intead of havin a coffee-shop talk here.. i can be quoted.. i would say i disagree with how the system of polling is runned here.. but hav to agree on their methods employed as well.. this is as much as i can say..

so mayb.. i hav to learn how to code my words or mayb.. to my frens.. when we meet, let me talk ok?? cox i have loads to blare out.. PLEASE!! hahaaaa

I was Skinned alive.. Literally!!

so after the whole foot saga.. there are the regular check-ups and the medicines that i have to still go thru.. after the drip and the stay in hospital.. taking medicines and going for dressings would be a piece of cake.. and so i thought things would go easy on me.. and so.. i thought..

i have to take my anti-biotics (in pills now) regularily. every 6 hours to be exact.. and how regular i am stickin to this regime. so my first dose of the day would be at 8am, then 2pm, then 2am, then 8am.. blah blah blah.. man.. can u imagine the sleep i am having!! to be faithful to anythin kinda makes one wanna stray after a while..

my torture comes during the morning doses.. so everyday.. i try to stay up awake till 2am.. to pop down 4 pills. trying to be the faithful employee (i still force myself to work. come on.. u think after being only 5 days old. i dare to take my 11 days MC!!), i still went to work.. so i have to be up by 645 to wash up and get to work by 830 plus plus. so from 2am-645am.. technically, i have only abt 4 hrs of sleep.. man.. i am a 'sleeping beauty'!!! i need my beauty sleep... ok... so i get suggestions abt setting an alarm clock at 2am and take an early night.. when u are sound asleep.. then an alarm clock wakes u up just to take medicine.. can u imagaine my crankiness.. *(this reminds me of an April Fools day stint that my fren pulled on me once sometime ago.. he actually woke me up on the phone at abt 3 or 4am.. just to ask me to take a leak at the bathroom!!! damn it.. keith.. i'm still gonna get back at u for it!!). i am a light-sleeper.. and to go back to sleep again is some feat.. just for a 5 min act.. i would stay wide-awake for at least 2 hours before finding myself in dreamland again.. but my sleep is disturbed!! and i start to be cranky the next day.. sprouting nonsense or if not pretty much brain-dead... will ans everythin and anythin, seriously without thinkin.. my mouth and brains would be workin at diff timings..

another condition to takin these pills is that i have to eat them 1 hr before meals.. or i mus hav an empty stomach.. as the medicine works better with nothing in your tummy.. so i suffer the afternoon timings as well.. ahhhh...... so no lunch from 1-3pm.. so its either i hav my lunch at 12pm or at 3pm.. but my lunch time at work is at 1!!! and i have to endure the cries of my stomach and bid my collegues farewell when they go for lunch.. ahhhh.. the only time i have peace is during the 8pm slot.

y make myself so pathetic then??
I rather do this then to be back on the drip.. hav a full check-up this thurs... and there's no option to fail that check-up!! no way do i want to find myself in the hospitalisatuion list.. no matter how much i praise the staff there.. no way do i want to be there again!! i have to be cleaned by then..

medicine conditions---take every 6 hours (u better do it!! or..), 1 hour before meals (empty stomach.. u hear!!).... hiaz.. (it feels more like a threat prescribtion)

then here comes the next part of taking-care-of-my wound regime---DRESSING!!
i have to go to the polyclinic for daily changing of my dressings.. so again.. i am trap at the queues.. can u imagine the queues at the polyclinic?!! i wonder why do i hav an appointment card when i have to wait anyway.. going real early in the mornings seems to be a better choice.. since there are goin to be lots of people anywaym at any timings.. then at least be the first few people.. be the 1st crowd.. anyway.. i am up already.. have the 8am dose.. so.. feeling really sleepy.. i drag myself there...

1st time at dressing.. it hurts alittle.. the guaze is stuck to my wound.. so they hav to remove it.. no.. dont think savagely.. they are pros at removing and puttin on dressings.. they aint gonna rip it off.. f they do.. trust me.. they'll lose their teeth. anyway.. they'll soak the cotton balls in saline then drape the liquid on the gauze.. to have it soaked so that its easier to take it off.. but did they also realsie that the liquid is soaked up by my OPEN wound.. hmmm.. so theres a stinging pain.. nvm.. still bearable.. after the change.. i am ready to be back home..

2nd visit... again.. there at the clinic at abt 730.. just change the bandages.. then can go home sleep.. so no prob.. i was.. wrong again.. my wound at my foot (the one that got me a tic to the hospital), wasnt looking too good still.. doesnt seem to be on the road of recovery.. the nurse calls the yellowish pus-zy thing on the wound as 'slough'. its just dead skin.. so i was saying.. 'isint it good? it means that the wound is drying up..' 'nope... not really.. the slugh either turns black.. and drops off.. it gets pushed out of your wound when your new cells starts to build up.. but then.. it can be covered by your new skin.. then your wound mayb infected again.. and it'll take longer for your wound to recover.. cox its obsrtucting your new skin to cover up..' 'so.. we need to remove that slough..' 'WAT!! REMOVE MY SKIN!!'....

before i could protest.. the nurse took out a needle.. a thick one and some tweezers and started to prick at my wound.. man.. it so hurts.. the needle is to help get an opening so that the tweezers can pull out the dead skin.. but it mus be done w extreme care.. cox she cant pull the skin too much as it may enlargemy wound and cause the wound to have another wound as well.. its like getting tattooed.. man.. i wont call it the pricking sensation.. but rather the pricking torture.. u have to stay so still and time seems to be crawlin.. i was shaking my right leg due to anxiousness and to take my mind off it.. but its impossible.. someone has my foot at needle-point... she only managed to pull out the sides,, still hav a long way more.. man.. but she can feel my agony.. and decidedto give some time-out.. hav to be back there to do it again. ahhhh....

so my wounds were wrapped up again.. and did i say i was sleepy?? nope.. after that trauma.. i was damn awake.. and was limpin home again.. my wound seemed to be pounding with every step i take.. it feels swollen.. now i know why being skinned alive is one of the best torture methods in the past.. pulling out dead skins can hurt too.. not those after a sun-burnt but those which have a medical term to them, called, 'slough'!!!!!!! i have experienced it..

NEXT APPOINTMENT--MONDAY... ahhhhh.. more skin 'grafting'.. but removal only..

i have to go thru all these.... and again.. that bright red lighter comes flying out, mockin me..

there's somethin wrong..

when a friend has met with a mishap, the normal reaction would be, 'oh my god.. are u ok?' or 'wat happened?' with a sad tone or worried tone.. but i realised.. when it comes to me.. its often muffled with laughs behind every 'concern' words. hiaz... even if i'm being visited.. i can see the effort that they make to hide their grin or some would even not make the effort to do any hiding but come along greeting me with a huge huge smile spread across their faces..

mayb its the way i protray myself too.. everytime when something happens.. of course to me. i kinda always have my way of turning it into a joke.. i hav this 'midas' touch as well.. to make everythin else sound and look funny.. u see... as the streams of msgs comes in to console me.. they are often 'mockin'.. u see, funny thing abt me is that i cant seem to stop making myself the butt of the jokes at times. i kinda find them funny too.. and seriously, i wanna be happy and not feel too depressed abt it.. keepin a positive outlook as well.. i wont deny.. i do feel damn terrible everytime i meet with an accident.. and i curse when i have to go thru the treatment.. but then again.. i have to laugh it off and cant help it too.. they are just too laughable instead of sad..

ok.. give the benefit of doubt.. mayb my frens are just trying to cheer me up.. actually, then again, they really do.. esply the one when i said i was at last discharged and the reply i got from one friend was ,'yeah.. congrats.. please be careful next time.. and please do not trip on a matchstick the next time!' *dang*.. this reply scores 10/10 for creativity.. and some were like, 'time to change your feng shui', 'better start goin to church to pray', 'i'll return u your voodoo doll'. etc.... and i just found out that some of my friends were discussing abt me again.. saying that i am a good 'investment' for insurance.. gosh.. and they were coming up w the weirdest case scenarios for me when they didnt see me at the range.. eh.... guess wat.. while they were speculating.. i was queuing up at A & E already.. (I was hospitalised on Sun).. geee...

i am glad to have friends anyway.. there are those who came to visit me given that they are so busy nowadays.. they either hav to study or work... or that they live so far away and still made the effort to see me in my worst state.. haa... or otherwise msgs are sent to cheer me up.. phone calls to comfort me.. fruit baskets sent to my ward.. thanks guys.. sincerely.. i'm glad that u guys are with me... and of course my doting parents.. though they are getting quite pissed off with my clumsiness.. i need a good luck charm or some sort of charm to ward off my mis-fortunes.. next mission... or an appeal to my friends.. please get me a charm.. haaa... and please return me voodoo dolls of me... i have enough.. haa

Pictures.. and of course.. my 2 cents worth..

the foot that caused me so much pain.. can u see the left foot being so much more 'bigger' than the right foot? this is the pic of the side profile to show the distinct soreness.. and the wound that never seems to wanna dry up or heal... and then.. got inflamed!!

and that plug that was inserted into me.. and that drip too... man... those two were my worst nigthmares... ahh.. they mayb small... but they are alot of pain.. when their powers combine.. i have a swollen right hand.. and bet a huge bruise would be appearing..

a solo pic of the drip

the cylinder it is abt 15cm long.. i have to 'absorb' abt 100ml of anti-biotics dilluted in sodium chloride.. than i have another 50ml of sodium chloride 'flushed' into my system after that tedious 'absorbtion'. because of the pain it causes me, i always ask for the speed of the drip to be reduced. so it takes abt 1.5-2 hrs for the whole procedure.. sorry.. cant help it.. the drip really hurts.. even the nurse knows that.. the concentration of the anti-biotics is strong...

and the plug inserted into my hand..

everytime after a meal, i have to be put on drip.. hence, i find every meal like the last meal.. like to satisfy me before the torture begins.. cant help but sulk everythime i see the nurse with the tray full of syringes... every 6 hrs.. i hav to endure this.. and i wonder.. those pain-killers that i take.. are they for my leg wounds or the drip..

this is how long the plug is.. i found out that the tube is made of plastic.. damn.. how can plastic be inserted into me just like that.. this really can immobilize me.. abt 3cm long.. and the nurse still say its very short already.. oh my goodness... there are longer ones??!!

me in my pjs.. no lah.. my hospital gown.. see that green arm tag... mine's green cox i need assistance.. hav difficulty in moving..

my bandaged up wounds..

with the jab taken on my left arm.. and the tube inserted into my left hand, look how puffed up it is.. and the banged up knee and swollen foot.. my left-side of my body seem real screwed up..

the fruit baskets... from Daniel and Ting Yue.. fruits put in the fridge liao... the hamper's from my company.. haa.. already.. i am reaping the company's benefits.. paid leave and fruit basket..

can u believe this.. bird nest from... LIM XIAOWEI!!! so touched..

my medication... my bill... my Hospital Leave, 11 days.... my diagnosis...

Staff at CGH are really great.. or i wont hav last long..

really.. i've been in and out of this hospital that i can really grade their services an A- (cannot give full marks as so that they would have room for improvement). from the staff from A & E, to the porters (the people who transport you to your wards or to anywhere else that maybe required if u are unable to move by yourself), to the x-ray personal, the counter staffs, to the docs and the nurses.. they are just so helpful and warm..

this postings is especially dedicated to the nurses at ward 37..

when my hand was so bruised up, from all teh flushing and the driping.. there was a nurse who actually massaged my hand through the night.. haa.. and they didnt really complain, at least not infront of me or poison my food, when i kept pressing the red button (the button to call for assistance).. really.. i was in pain man.. even the one who served the food was nice.. he gave me orange juice at no extra chargers.. haa.. it was a special order that he just added for me.. as a special request.. they were willing to serve.. can u imagine that when they are uncertain about somethin.. they would call for a whole bunch of back-up.. yes.. i do understand that its life that they are handlin.. but they are always so obliging and gentle.. especially with such a low threshold of pain like me, they were willingly to give in to me and accomodate me as much as possible.. geeee.. so sweet.. u see, those grumpy nurses can always care me no two hoots and then just force the drip into my system.. instead of doin it slowly... its just a matter of a one shot pain but get it over and done with or a long tedious handlin of the syringe or drip and minimum pain.. or a grumpy nurse can always scold u.. instead of entertain u.. they even let your visitors stay after the official visiting hours.. though they do hav a word w u abt it.. but most often then not, they just let u be.. they are always willing to serve.. and with the right attitude too..

in a ward with no other great amenities.. having such great staff just makes your stay great..
THANK YOU!!!

this time.. my story's abt my stay at the hospital..

and so.. my life just gets more miserable.. in this last few months, i've been in and out of the hospital so many times until i am quite sure that i can find my way around the hospital esply, A & E, blinfolded.. then again.. i'll rather not try, later hit my head and then end up in that department again for medical attention.. not taking that risk..

those times that i had to visit the hospital, i was always on the verge of somethin serious, whether it was a suspected case of appenditics or some foreign object cytting my wind pipe.. this time, my case takes the cake.. this time.. i am being warded.. instead of the usual taking of x-rays, temperature, blood pressure, medication, follow-ups etc.. i am 'awarded' a bed.. hiaz..
ok.. wat happened?? the wounds on my foot got inflammed casuing the whole left foot to be swollen and red.. to think a small wound like that could cause so much trouble.. then again.. a stupid 50 cents lighter got me into the hospital.... so in simple analogy.. poisonous toxins took over my foot...

a normal, simple fall.. that was wat i tought it was for me.. but who am i kidding.. its JENNIFER KUAN HUIMIN who has fallen.. somethin BIG and UNUSUAL is bound to happen... thinking it was the normal cuts and bruises.. i still went around doin my normal routines, eg, going out, went shooting, went to work.. but then... my pattern of walking became contorted as time went by.. by sunday afternoon, i was dragging my left foot around, pus was oozing out amd the redness was becoming more obvious.. my foot was getting hotter by the min and the bleeding and the 'sap' never seems to wanna dry up.. and my foot could hardly go into my sandals... again.. the image of Cinderella's step-sister came into mind.. i couldnt fit into the sandals anymore.. needless to say, i was getting worried too.. cox my friends aint helpin by saying that it looks and sounds bad (from either looking at my wounds 1st-hand or hearing me describe my cuts), or that i could have sprained my toe, or cracked some bone, or.... u know with frens like these... i'm amazed that i'm not suffering from high-blood pressure..

when i was back home. i was taking photo of my swollen foot, comparing it with my normal right foot to see the difference.. my dad couldnt beleive wat he saw.. immedaitely, he shooed me to get changed and rushed me to, where-else, the hospital.. my condition just looked out-of-hand.

Changi General Hospital--- A& E.. and so.. i was there again.. limpin in and doin my registration.. it seems like i'm a regular there.. have to be there every month at least.. i'm getting so used to the procedures as well.. at the check up rooms, where the docs ran the usual tests and taking down your conditions before giving u the no to see the consulattion docs. and as sual, i made the doc's day with my description of my fall. she chuckled under her mask...

there's a 'PAIN' CHART. its a chart where u rank how much in pain u are. the nos are in even nos, it goes somethin like this.. 2.mildly in pain , 4. bearable, 6. hurting but containable, 8. torturing, 10. PLEASE LET ME IN!! (these are given by me, not to be misunderstood as the real thing). so, if u wanna see the doc fast, and get a faster queue no, u'll hav to pick the higher pain level (that's my assumption, not that i was lying.. i am in pain..). i chose no.8. or like the other time where i think i chose no. 4, the chicken bone case, i had to wait till the flowers were bloomin. yay... i got a no that had only 2 other people ahead of me.. but... my luck just never changes does it.. i still had to wait real long for my turn... i had the time to take my x-rays and then back again at the waiting area, with no change in the queue board.. the other rooms seems to be clearing their patients real fast.. ahhh... then it hit me.. 'won't serious cases need longer attention given by the doc??'.. 'shit!!' wat a smart alec i had been..

so after abt 1.5 hours... i was my turn.. being pushed in the wheel-chair.. i was face-to-face with my doc.. she looked at it and said, 'u need a jab for tatitis (think its spelt this way; it just means to prevent anymore infection)' *faint* my biggest fear is needles!!! then my negotiation skills came into play.. 'jab? i had a jab last time on my butt.. and also BCG.. those are for prevention rite? so no need jabs...' doc,'no no, those are for diff purposes.. also, u need to be warded for observation. that jab is to prevent anymore infections, in case if your wound would be affected again.' me, 'i need to be warded as well??!! no need lah.. actually, i'm starting to feel fine. with more iodine, my wound should be abelt o dry up.. it doesnt seem to be that swollen afterall.. just give me the pills to down.. give me strong medication.' doc, with a smile, 'u hav to be warded for observation, if u are really fine, dont worry, u'll be out by tomorrow. oh yes.. but u will hav to take that jab.'.

ahhhhhhh.... one thing abt being in a wheel-chair is that u hav no control over your direction.. even if u can control the movement, the dominant one would still be the one pushing.. so.. off i was pushed to the next room for the jab.. 'OUCH!!'

since, i tot it was goin to be for 1 night, i opted for the lousiest ward available.. the nurse at the counter looked at me wide-eyed.. 'wat.. u are a civil servant, u should have gd benefits.. u can use the better wards.' me, 'yup, i am a civil servant. but only been to work for 1 week.. they may sack me the next day...' can u imagine that i am already startin to use the MCs just after 5 days of work!!! gosh... nurse, 'hmm.. like that u at least take this ward.. watever the case its subsidised..' me, 'ok, anyway.. its only for 1 night'... signed the papers and off i was pushed to my room..

u see, i often do things in a rush when i hav made up my mind on somethin.. so without reading the documents properly, sooo... my ward was a non-air-con room.. no tv, no personal telephone, no attached toliet, there was a shared public toliet and i was in a room of 6... hmmm... never mind.. only for 1 night... zzzzzzz..... off to sleep.... i was so wrong...

wat a disturbed night i had.. was woken up repeatedly to be brought around the hospitals in their underground staff routes to do tests.. was brought back to the A & E again.. and to the x-ray.. the x-ray gal went like,' eh, u again.. bet u didnt sleep much.' too drowsy to give a reply, i could only nod. then the night doc came to see me... man.. this was to be the start of my ordeal..

she went like your foot seems serious to.. i think u need to stay longer.. 'wat!!' again i negotiated.. 'just give me the strongest medicine so that i can knock out and be well again by tomorrow morning.' night doc,' thats why u are admitted here.. so that we can observe u and give u a stronger medication. ok, u'll need a plug. which hand would it be?' 'PLUG!! shit.. nooo.... cant i just pop a pill or somethin?' before i knew it, she already tied a surgical glove on my left arm to force my veins to appear.. guess wat.. think i was too much in shock, that my veins were not showing although my left arm was startin to turn blue.. ha... i thought.. no vein.. no plug.. the doc wasnt gonna give up.. she turned to look at my the other hand.. surprisingly. the veins on my right hand were showing up more prominently.. i immediately hid the hand.. no choice, she started to slap my the back of my hand so as to get the vein showin.. she succeeded.. and then... the plug was forced in.. 'shit shit shit... ahhh.. ouch ouch ouch, is it in is it in??!!' was all i could muster.. man.. how i hate that bloody ligher!!! the image of that cheap lighter came appearing in my mind..

man.. 3 days.. 3 nights... damn it.. no tv.. no air-con.. am regretting my move to stay hare already..

with that plug in.. next was the drip.. the anti-biotics drip... that was another toture.. 1st day.. the drip was still bearable.. 4 doses a day made my hand started to cry.. every drip of that could be felt in the veins.. man.. it hurts like hell.. like every drip is like an injection poking your vein... u can actually feel the flow of the anti-biotics into your body.. by the 2nd day.. my left hand was swollen.. the nurses were havin a hard time 'flushing' (they hav to clear any blood clog before and after every drip-time) my veins.. it hurts everytime they do that and the speed of the drip also affects how much pain u would hav to endure.. by the 3rd day, in the mornin.. my 2nd dose of the day... my hand was too swollen that when the nurse tried to flush w the syringe, the syringe was pushed back... my vein was too swollen for anymore dosage...

gosh... this is my story again.. u know.. i am only 23... but i hav tons of 'stories' to share and seem to hav space for more in the collection.. when is this gonna ever end.. man.. am i lucky or what?? really.. is not that i dont wanna stop this.. but really... how?? to think this time.. my accident that is... i was only walkin... geee...

Never Never use your phone while walking..

u hav heard that u should never use the phone while driving.. heres a new one.. never use your phone for msging or look at your phone while walkin.. trust me.. cox.. i fell... again.. and this time, i was purely walkin.. the last time, not very long ago, ok.. i fell but i blame myself for running (i tripped over my own foot).. granted.. but this time.. i was walkin!!! really!! is it my fault???!!!

just got off the bus, so took my phone out to check the time (guess wat, not using a watch now.. after it became so unrealiable) and to read a msg... i didnt wanna take out my phone to check as the bus was full, and knowing myself, i was afraid that i would fall or knock into someone or drop my phone or loose my grip with the bar and then.. yes.. fall.. i know myself pretty well on these terms.. i have fallen another of times, in the bus or whether its anywhere-else... have too many painful and embarrassing moments to endure.. so wont do that in the midst of a very crowded bus.. so did it when i was off bus.. after takin a few steps out of the bus.. wa la.. my left leg started to give way.. my phone was going upwards.. my sight, from looking forward to upward... in less than a few seconds.. i was in cuts and bruises.. ahhhhh.......

wat happened?? i also cannot really tell and react during that time.. apparently, i had stepped on somethin and that caused my left leg to slide sideways and my knee to come crashing down and my foot was desperately trying to break the slide... at the expense of my big toe... really, do my foot really think that using my toe as a brake would work??!! and i'm no gymnast.. never could do a split.. and now i'm forced to do a half split (note: only my left leg did the spread.. 'bang' wet my legs against the floor, instead of the 'glide' the leg should be when doin a pro split..)

remember, i just got off the bus and took a few steps away when i fell.. so loads of people were scrambling out of the bus too.. with me as an obstruction, they started to 'step over' me.. and given the fact that i had been fallin so often.. instead of the normal people who would stay down feeling blur.. i automatically got on my feet and look blur.. before anyone could help me up.. so instead, they asked, 'how are you?' my ego took over and said, 'good'.. 'no prob'.. yar right... my knee and toe was bleeding.. and the area where my sandal strap was, was also bleeding.. my whole foot was swollen.. every step i made, the blood just came spraying out.. my slipper was soaked in blood that made me create bloody footprints as i walked..

so.. wat caused my fall? bet some would say its my slippers.. mux be old and frictionless.. ans: u are so wrong!! i was wearin a new pair of slippers.. cos my old ones were wearing out.. they were the ones with the soles nearly flat.. and, no, it wasnt raining.. no puddles of water or urine.. bright and sunny.. no banana skins for me to slip either.. i lifted up my foot and saw a stupid lighter underneathe it.. YES!! i slipped on a lighter!!! dont ask how... really.. i cant believe it too.. a bright red lighter.. i actually stepped on it and slipped.. wait.. there's more.. the pavement that i slipped on was smooth and rough as well.. dont get confused.. wat i meant by smooth was that the ground was not uneven or jagged but was a relatively flat ground.. then why rough? well.. it gets better.. the pavement was being re-layered.. meaning that pavement was under-going maintainence.. the top layer that had the flooring was stripped off.. and was instead layered with the cement first before the flooring was to be put on... so the dried cement can cause alot of pain on the skin as the dried cement has many sharp points... so there... my delicate skin got the full scrappin of the ground.. and my slippers too.. gone.. oh, and did i mention that i happen to fall at where the sloping part of the pavement is?? (the part where the pavement is ending when its nearer a road or junction.. so scrap scrap.. i went.. sliding down..).

really wanna get that litter-bug.. man.. i do hate smokers!! first, they pollute the air and make non-smokers air-filters, then they litter the ground with their ash.. now.. their used lighters are potential hazards..

i'm back to limping, again!!! first, i sprained the right ankle.. so i had to rely alot on the left leg.. hence the left calf muscles were very developed.. now.. it seems i have to depend on my right leg for walkin.. but its not exactly very strong yet!! man.. they are takin turns to get injured.. to even the score??!! cannot run for my buses.. again.. and.. I WILL BE HATING BATH TIME!! help...

so is the bad luck cycle coimng back again..y are my good days so so short-lived.. it really is.. too short liao.. ah... this is then wat i call a vicious cycle.. just when i tot i had good days comin.. but.. my recent postings are tellin me... oh no!!!! its so unfair.. there's a chinese saying, 'after over-coming a major disaster, good luck would follow.'.. eh.. hello... good luck.. please come.. PLEASE!!

so this is the full left leg injuries.. seems ok... wait..

up-close 1: the grazed knee..

up-close 2: the cut and swollen foot; compare to my normal right foot... look at the swollen vein.. hiaz..

up-close 3: poor toe..

my few days of work..

one word: BORING!!! i have nothing to do.. mayb cox i'm new, in fact very new in this area. no one dares to give me any responsibility yet. everyone's telling me to RR (Rest and Relax). told me that the whold lot of work would be comin.. so dont get too excited yet. at least i am told straight front that i need not act busy.. but do they seriously think that i can just spread out and start dozing off?? and my seat's feang shuai is 'wang'. to my right, is my direct boss's room, at the back, is my big boss's room.. so.. how can i actually be lazy and not get caught?? if they sneak up at me.. i'm so gone...

there are pros and cons to being so free at work.
great part is that i am paid for doing nothing and using their resources. yay?
BUT... ITS REAL TIRING DOING NOTHIN.. i feel like my youth is sucked out of nme every min of the day. looking at the cliock every now and then, wondering what should i do every min till knock off time. i feel old. doing every little thing in the slowest time and pace. like a visit at the toliet can be lengthen to a good solid 20 mins. come on... i'm not missed in office at all!! everyone else is bogged down by their work. dont get me wrong, i'm not askin for trouble by askin to do work. neither am i being a good employee, meaning i should do work since i am a paid employee. NO NO NO.. i'm a typical human being.. if i can squeeze out of work, i would... or anyhin that brews trouble.. i'm not perfect..

its just ridiculous doing nothing everyday.. staring at the com, refreshing my email inbox to see if i hav any interesting mails or work to do.. nothing seems to appear in my inbox after refreshing it. =no task.. hiaz.. its making me scared of using the com.. when i'm home these days, i rarely fight for the com. i'm having a phobia at the sight of it. and no.. its not becox i have sooo much work to do that the com is reminding me of unfinished business.. but rather becox i'm getting tired eyes becox of the constant staring into the com, thinkin of what i should be doin.. gosh..

mayb in a few days time, i'll be complaining of the huge load-work. and i'll be reminiscing of the days where i did nothin.. till then.. those would be on this blog.. first-hand..

ps: yes.. i'm writing this while at work.. typing leisurely while slouching in my chair..

1st day of work... DISASTEROUS!!

just when i thought after the rain, there would be a rainbow, i was so wrong.. what i saw was only an oasis..

ok... so i was supposed to report for work at the HQ at 9am today.. set my alarm at 730.. thought i would have ample time to hav breakfast, read the papers and then dress up for work.. HQ was technically only abt 30mins drive from my house.. but no.. i wasnt driving.. was taking the public transport instead.. thought if i left at abt 810-815. would catch the bus at abt 820 or 825.. would be early for work anyway, with even some extra time.. hiaz.. why do meticulous planning nv work out for me??

i woke up real early today.. at abt 7.. was woken up by a bad tummy-ache.. so forced myself up, very reluctantly, to the loo.. so i had a rude wake up call, an urge to use the toliet.. of all days, it had to be todaywhen i was to start officially for work, i had to hav a tummy-ache.. ok.. mayb its butterflies in the stomache.. had the 'butterflies' let go.. yay.. so carried on w my morning plannings.. bad luck no 1.. stomache pain..

see.. was up early.. so sure have enough time rite.. but wait... the story continues..

my house has many clocks hanging on the walls, largely becox i have quite a couple of rooms and floors (becox of this, i have so little from the progress package). each clock is unique.. y?? they each show diffrenet timings.. haa.. the clock in my room has long stopped.. didnt wanna change the clock as this clock of mine is pretty cool.. in its peak, it shows the sun or moon face according to the time of the day. anf on top of it. its a silent clock.. (u see, i am quite a light sleeper, am affected by the sound of the telephone, hse or hp, msg or ringing.. will practically go crazy when i hear the constant ticking of the clock..). where was i? o yes.. abt the various clocks showing various times.. but all my clocks show a faster time than the original time. its either faster by 5 or max 10 mins difference.. if not, the clocked in that room has stopped and everyone else arre either too busy or acting real busy to forget to replace the batts.. so the 'dead' clocks ended up as wall deco.. the only timings that are accurate are those in my com, my watches and my hp..

my 1st floor's clock is abt 7 mins early. so i didnt want to be late.. or be blurred.. so i wore my watch and followed it faithfully.. thought i was way b4 schedule. so i sat back on the sofa and read the papers again, this time, in details. the time on the wall showed 800.. my watch showed 753.. later, the clock showed 820, my watch showed only 810 (realised that the time lapse now was not just 7 mins but a full 10mins.. hmmm..) still dont trust my wall clock.. so.. still sat comfortably on the couch.. ok.. 815 my watch said.. ok.. time for work.. (clock on wall says 830)..

as i hated to wear heels.. but u know first day of work.. so impression counts.. ok.. here goes.. tried to be Cinderella's ugly sister (eh.. i'm not saying i'm ugly but rather just highlighting that we are doin the same action), forced my feet into this pair od black-high-heeled-sandals which were new and simply uncomfortable.. i grew up in bata school shoes then into sports shoes then into flip-flops.. stayed away from classy shoes as much as possible.. saw my bus.. it was like only 5 metres or so away.. on any other day, i would hav been able to catch it.. but today.. arrhhhhhhh... i just couldnt walk fast.. was trottling like a geisha.. so within feets away, i painfully see that bus move away.. bad luck no 2... see bus, cannot catch bus.. this time its not becox of a broken foot.. hiaz..

nvm.. still early i said,'can afford to miss this bus.. i hav 2 buses from which i can take to HQ'.. so 'wait', i said.. ok.. so i waited.. hmm it seems pretty long.. so i looked at my watch.. 820 only.. no prob.. still early.. but somehow, i felt like i waited for real long liao.. but only 5 mins seemed to have elapse.. hmmm... yay.. so bus came liao.. my feet was starting to hurt.. so immediately looked for a seat to sit down.. phew.. found 1.. off towards HQ!!

felt that the bus was crawling.. but looked at watch.. 830.. ok lah.. still early.. 1/4 liao.. 844.. halfway liao.. then suddenly saw someone's watch.. hmm.. it showed 854. WTH!!!!!!!!!! AHHHH... i am so dead.. immediately got off the bus the next stop and decided to flag for a cab.. my watch has gone flat.. ,y watch decided to die on me.. and cruelly doing it slowly.. instead of dying straight.. meaning just stop at a particular time so when u looked at it, its dead at that time.. but noooo.. my watch decided to slowly wane off... bad luck 3.. dead watch..

ever heard of this, ' when u want something, it never appears, but when u dont want somethin, it just keeps appearing!!' eg, when u are waiting for a particular bus one day, it seems like centuaries bedore it comes, but when u are not taking that bus on the next day, it seems like a few had flashed past your face in a span of 5 mins or so... well, this is wat i felt.. NO TAXIS!!!!! wait.. the best is yet to come.. while i was desperately tryin to flag for an unhired taxi, behind me were lotsa taxis in the petrol kiosk, takin their time to buckle up.. think they decided to rest or wait for the peak time so that they can hav a few more dollars added on.. sht.. its like u are real hungry looking for food, and just behind u, someone is thinking which spices to use to cook the meat.. bad luck 4.. no taxis..

at last.. some cab decided to start work.. gd.. hopped on the cab.. dunno whether its me or its the traffic.. at every juncton, i met w a red light......... ahhhhhhh.. or if it wasnt a red light, the cab was stuck behind some slow moving truck or van or triangle driver (probation diver who just passed).. double ahhhhhh........ bad luck 5... slow traffic..

and my suayness continues..

so of course.. i was late.. luckily.. only abt 5 mins late.. and guess what a colleague of mine whom i met a couple of times was late too.. yay.. (so evil).. at least someone to die with me too.. phew.. they were watching some brainwashing-corporate video.. blah blah blah.. so did a tour around HQ.. ahhhhh...... in heels.. i'm suffering.. u know how big HQ is.. blisters were appearing.. and my walk was becoming more akward with each step.. it doesnt help that we are making our way around our big bosses rooms.. bad luck 6.. bad shoes, bad walk.. prize.. blisters..

met other freshies like myself.. then off i was with 2 other colleagues to do our passes and getting of our official attire (wear only when big shots around). decided to hav breakfast then slowly make our way to our indivi offices.. didnt wanna report for work that early.. this is the time to skive.. haaa.. jking.. a colleague of mine havent eaten.. (PR, u know.. so let her eat then join also lah..).

after breakfast, made our way to the bus stop so we can go get our uniforms.. again.. feets away from the bus.. again.. cannot walk any faster, let alone run.. so bye bus..

waited real ong for the next bus.. luckily, 1 of my colleague was real humourous.. so was entertained during the waiting time.. bus came,more walkin (shop not infornt of bus stop, had a map to follow).. made our way to the tailors, .. got our attire.. then we realised.. we were gonna be late for our pass-making. it closes at 1230pm.. and the next opening time was at 230pm.. come on.. we cant possiblity report to office after 3, can we!! we'll be sacked.. haaa... so made a mad rush towards the lift.. called CISCO to give us grace of abt 5-10mins.. (ok.. u mux be thinkin.. so why rush, make another time lah.. well. according to instructions, we are supposed to make our pass on the 1st day of commencement, if any later, we would be in for trouble.. and u know what, we were let off from HQ at abt 1045..) we caught the lift.. but.. it was going up.. and it didnt help that it was goin to the highest level 7.. bad luck 7.. wrong direction.. and u know those goods lifts seems to move real slowly..

when we touched down.. we made small runs out of the building to catch a cab.. ahh.. in my shoes.. i was like a freak running.. haaa.. ok.. caught a cab.. got to the place.. had our pass made and registered.. wow.. the whole morning.. like amazing race.. took 2 cabs in the whole of the morning..

thats how my day started.. this post is long enough.. somehow.. i can guarantee more.. oh man.. BLESS ME..

feeling creative

some lines that i thought of..

• I am feeling naughty and evil...
• Reason: Devil on my left shoulder always lifting up the skirt of my Angel on the right. My angel now dont wanna come out liao. Devil wins..

• If honesty is the best policy, why are there white lies?

• Sociology is the study abt society... Sociologist are ppl making trouble for society..

• Psychology is abt the study of the human behaviour.. in short, they are just highly-paid kaypoh ppl interested abt your lives.

HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!!!!!!

and this reminds me of the no of times i actually had someone tricked during this time of the year. however, this year, i was pretty toned down. i did nothing.. except for a few prank msns.

most of the time, it was the lifting up of the skirt ( i was in an all gals sch in primary school) or the stealing of books (in sec sch). it was only when i was in JC that my tricks became more sophisticated and well-planned. mayb its becox of my fellow accomplices. we worked so well together. let me recall......

• April Fools day fell on a monday that year.. we decided to rub some smelly oil (i cant mention the oil or i mayb charged.. ha.. just found a job, so dont want to be condemned) on our classmates uniforms.
• objective: to have them stink the whole day.

Back-up plan

• we even planned our escape routes. we were the musketeer trio, Kok Leong, Lim Ting and me. haaa.. one would run on the top level, the other on the ground level and the other towards the field. meeting point: behind the library behind the huge air-con. gosh..

what we went through

• we were that lame. the effort we made to get our props (we bought a few prototypes, since we didnt know which is smellier, we had no experience using them) and to execute our plan was pain-stakingly planned to the T. Kok Leong and me actually sat down at the void deck trying to figure out where would be the best spot on the uniform should we 'plant' the 'trick'? a spot that wont be noticable or even suspected. come on.. if u stink, where is the immediate spot that u would smell?? ARMPIT!! so that spot was out.. and we were also being thoughtful, we were afraid that the oil would stain their clothes so we tested a few drops on ourselves. *Faintz* we choked instantly..

acted like an angel.. but.. actually with a hidden agenda..

• April Fools day fell on a monday, PE Day.. the rest would be changing out into their PE attire.. haaaaaa...... see how well planned we were.. even before the PE lesson, i was already checking out our victims.. those who we had put a target on.. trying to find out if they had come to school or were goin for PE. I was to deal with the gals and the guys on the guys. muahaha..
• remebered clearly that i had msged Shuzhen to ask if she was goin to be late but in time for PE. she replied me to say she had just missed her bus so had walked back home instead to continue her beauty sleep.. lucky.. i was trying to get her to sch saying that she cant skip sch that day as we had many important lessons.. (as if other days were filled with worthless lessons.. who am i kidding. All lessons are supposed to be important).
• next, found out that Ailing had to rush back home to check on her bf as she kinda pissed him off the previous night. had to do abit of pacifying.. sht.. the whole time i was tryin to persuade her to leave after PE, citing that her teacher-in-charge was a lioness..
• both scenarios: FAILED
• PE came at last.. was so excited abt it.. haa.. told my teacher that i was goin to the loo but nv came back. (the PE class is so big, they cant keep track of me.. haa.. ,y way of skipping the running bit. only there when head-counting at the beginning, then the end, with water splashed on myself and when time to play games). my other fren claimed he was sick. and the other also did the disappearing act. haa.. we took the chance to grab our frens' uniforms.. we managed to get our hands on a few. but i had a much tougher time, a fren of mine had reported sick.. and she was sitting at where some of the gals had placed their stuff.. she was watching over them like a hawk. when i tried to get near, she would go like, dont try anythin funny, i know wat day it is today..' and me, with big tearful eyes, 'no.. i was just looking to see if i left my stuff there.'... argghhh..
• but my chance came... haa... see, my sch was under construction at that time and to walk from the stadium (our clothes) to the basketball courts (playing stations), a big detour had to be made, instead of the usual cutting-across the field practise. trying to look for the next sentence, i went, 'since i',m walking over, i'll pass them their stuff. i need to change too.'. she looked at me suspiciously.. 'u see, May's there, and i'm going over, if u dont want then forget it.' i continued.. 'ok'. SUCCESS!!
• grabbed May's uniform, sped to the canteen, with my other two partners, poured the oil on.. spraying it was taking too long. i was in a hurry.. then raced off to the courts before she came back.. when i passed May her clothes, she went, 'wow, so sweet of you'.. i was trying very hard to hold back my laughter. controlling my laughter instead and forcing a smile. puahaha... GOTCHA...

targets reduced..

• our initial target of 10 or so, was reduced to 3.. 1) not in sch, 2) not doing PE, 3) a hawk was around, 4) some kept their stuff in the lockers..
• but we still had fun.. watching the agony of the 2 gals smelling each other and feelin uncomfortable was priceless.. the other guy, think he smelt too badly that the oil had no effect on him.

that year was a mad year for us.. besides the nearing As, we were having a wild time fooling our frens during their bdays, from smothering ppl in flours to inserting chilli padi into their bday cakes..

even in the Uni, i had my share of fun even if i had to do it alone... everyone was wary of me.. when i went to lecture, a ring of empty seats encircled me.. haa. they were that scared.. well.. wat did i do.. they still fell into my trick..

• i have a fren who's known for her cooking skills. everyone praises the food she touches. so.. i just had to use her reputation.. haa..
• i bought a chocolate sponge cake. had it sliced into two, put all kinds of spices i could find in my kitchen and have them spread on the cake then put the top-half back..
• presented the cake as a cake made by my fren.. haa.. greedy frens immediately got hooked.. haaa... when they ate it, funny expressions were worn.. then when they asked what is it, i carried on my joke saying that i had dog food inside ( i know i was mean, a fren of mine actually said, 'u mean no one was pissed w u?? its dog food u know!! how degrading!' erm.. do u know.. there are ppl who eats the food that are also consumed by dogs? eg, pet cafes..)..

anyway.. i was just having abit of fun.. FORGIVE ME!!!!! come on.. smile.. i add colour in your life!!!