Grrr…
I swear the romance of my life is intertwined with mess.
Very screwed up, I am.
Maybe I am fated not to be involved in any relationship, reckon so?
Zzz…
On the uncomplicated side, I just came back from New Zealand! The holiday was fantastic! MEGA-awesome. sweet. Will post up pictures soon. All my love to you people out there!
New rotation now… The paed’s my responsibility now. From the device counselings to the drug monitoring so they do not turn spotty, plain colours purple, green or grey or for some *cough* I can’t tell if they’ve even changed colours or not.
Been caught up with Anton, Auds, Dan and few others who have been forsaken :-/ Geez… We’re turning old. ‘Nuff said.
Baaack to work. Thought the paediatric ward is the funnest place. Thought these sorta places could bring out the inner child in me. Well, I have but learned well - not so fun if 24 out of 30 kids there are sick kids. Worse than anything if the other 6 are not ill but just SUPERhyperactive brothers/sisters of the sick kids.
Recap:
1) What happens if one kid looks like the other one running around? Try to identify who is the sick one. Geeeeez
2) What happens if a pharmacist like me tells the doctors that the epileptic kids need close monitoring of their medication? A screwed up kid. We’ll be concentrating so much in these kids’ drugs we forgot he is a kid whose got diabetes. Don’t come to me if you think you’re a kid who’s got spasms.
3) What do you do if a kid comes to your face and screams at your face too? I asked the mom take away the kid, he kicked her, sang to him, he screams louder… Screamed back at his face? He smiled and giggled. Wonders of the world. Very much unsolved mistery.
4) What happens if the specialist had to peel off some plaster/take tubings off the kid(s)? The kid cries… AND THEN the reinforcement of the other kids come. Everyone starts crying together-gether. “Woohooooo”
Ill kids drool. Kids cry in confusion. Kids scream in pain. Often, I see random kids drool, cry and scream for no particular pathological reason. Now I see what LB-Tim’s gone through…
Holla mumah! That. is. the name…
…of my upcoming baby!
Oooosh… The inimitable creation that clearly defines the beauty of this Ronix.
Since friends are always ridiculously puzzled on how much enthusiasm I could exude out when it comes to wakeboarding, so here, I am going to just say… that wakeboarding is truly addictive for me. Really. If I can effectively say I am a caffeine-addict, I cannot spare wakeboarding alone. If coffee and wakeboards are moving organism, I would have dedicate most of my time stalking them. Wicked, I know…
Ah, why Coy?
It is not beauty at first sight (sorry babes, nothing like that) though. Certainly, I have at least tried a few boards already, thanks to all of those who have had their sweet boards and still willing to share their rockers with me. *winks* And so… I then knew what kind of board I need. Like-uh… NEED. ‘Nuff said.
This baby is a continuous 3-stage rocker, which is perfectly fine for me who is not too aggressive but enough to pull off some edgy tricks. GREAT! The rounded tips are soft… grrrrreat-ah advantage for me in any case if I lose my focus and consequently cause a crash… which… in current cases takes up most of my riding time (duh)~!
And then, you ask, “When…?”
Honestly, I really want it soon. Unfortunately, this sweet thang costs 400bucks. And that is in Lincoln’s currency… And THAT has not include the bindings of my choice *grrgh*. And therefore, I could only wait to save a lil’ while more…
Hello world!
As much as cliche as the title above sounds, i am idling for the past 1 month trying to understand how to put up files into my blog without inviting unwanted bugs into my one and only tool of entertainment in Malacca. Gonna update soon though.
Have anyone seen the Galliano’s Dior runway show?!
If ever… ever… EVER… I live till I turn gray and really old, I want to still be able to jump into a puddle of water and smile. sweet..
It’s December and like ev-errrrr-y year, it’s the Christmas mood rising once more. Plans for shopping, dinner, holidaying and… GIFTS! Tell me I’ve won a Caribbean getaway and let that be real. Oh please, oh please, oh pretty please?
Anyway, it’s been a long long while that any of my year seen as a materialistic one. So if any of you out there have ever rough and tough times thinking what to wrap up for my xmas (or since I’m not celebrating X-mas, some thing new for the New Year’s perhaps?) gift, do consider one of these:
1) An Oakley’s sunnies
2) A set of wakeboarding gear
3) A new purse
4) A new room (lol)
5) A pair of 2kg’s strap-around-weights (for the new year reso’)
6) A holiday for two to Bali (that’s me and the gift-giver)
7) A real job (seriously)
And.. that’s it. Sheeez. I know it’s unrealistically possible. So, until the end of this year, and I haven’t got any of those, I shall mourn for the lost of….
my hopes. Most desired. In that case, I would have to get myself the 7th wish FIRST, and then I would start granting my own gift-wishes… which, most sadly, would take me four new years’ wishes.