…like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade more, one ray less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Lord Byron (1788-1824)
So beautiful isn’t this?
Bali days were off a month ago. Sweet. Bums like me can never be relied on for pictures to tell you how great the holiday was. In my case, pictures never speak louder than words; my expression post-holidays are more likely.
Looking back… Last holiday was May 2007 in NZ with my best mate…
Looking now… Brain’s saturated. Time is gold. Both arms and feet working hard. I need a holiday.
Looking forward… WOOHOO! Bali, coming 22nd till 27th February 2008! Holiday with Rainier, David and Jay. Grrrreeeeat!
Ever had that spontaneity when you ask “turn left, right?” Then one will answer “right.” And you go “left or right?” And that whole drama goes round coz some people just enjoy pulling one another’s legs.
Ever had that day when you thought you’re just gonna pass an ordinary day like every other day you have; Like the dude next door who never fails to come out at 6am everyday and you thought today is no different; Like the baby never fails to cry or weep the moment she wakes up everyday and you have thought today is no different; Like the cat who crosses the road after it poops each time at that junction down your street and today you thought it will be doing the same. Yes, that kind of ordinary day? Then suddenly, you’d realized the day is gonna turn on you and suddenly, the dude next door falls sick, stay in; you never hear the baby cry anymore ’cause she just decided another day old is the day she should stop being such a crybaby; the cat… got ran over by a bicycle and broke its limb and it’s gonna stay put for the day. Been through that kinda day before or not?
Hayah… i hate these kinda days when these sorta things happen. GRRR. Mood-crasher, i swear! Just yesterday, despite coming out earlier for an early appointment, the roads had had to be annoyingly congested. Very unlike any other days.
Said to myself, “just this one off. No worries, no worries…” Cut through wherever I can, and then that day has just gotta be the day two (not one, but TWOOOO) massive lorries had to have a breakdown in the middle of the highway.
Said to myself, ” Nevermind. Just pass these 2 fellas and I’ll zoom all zee way.” Right? Then, after that… I had a different turn because I had to use a different route. Instead of getting on the usual track, my grey matter in the head had just had to tell me to try a different (perhaps shorter) route to get to the place.
Said to myself, “Wa… late ady, late ady.” Then, because it was a new route that I haven’t been on before, I had a wrong turn, which caused a loooong way for me to get back to where I am supposed to head to in the first place.
Said to myself, “Damn, I just screwed myself up again…” And I was massively late. sigh… Next time, I’ll just take that right turn to get to the right direction…
It’s a whole new world out (yet again) there for yours truly.
From Therapeutic Drug Monitoring to Medical Ward Rounds with elderlies who can barely speak, next on to the unit with scarring heads, severed torsos and limbs, then to mini little screaming creatures, followed by understanding complexities of women (internally), then to the ever on-the-running emergency department and I am finally settled to the final department where I have been allocated for the specialists’ dispense for the next good year… the Anesthesia Department.
Critically ill or patients requiring long term pain-relief or active resuscitation. They all happen here. I need Anesthesia-101. Thank goodness with Datin Sivasakthi, the Head of Dept and the rest of the specialists who I have worked with so far, my brains have been put in good use. Not bad, not bad at all… *phew*
Now coming into the third week of orientating myself. So far, so good. Discussions have been made, views were exchanged, everyone who came into our Intensive Care Unit were very much cared for. Relying onto my trustee clinical pharmacology handbook only is quite le-impossibleh. Seriously, government hospitals should be provided some sorta fundings to get reliable papers and literature writings. Ok guys, may sound abit overworked, but if you guys have any good access to journals, i’ll appreciate them! thanks…
Errgghh… yes, say it with me “EEERRRGH!” Make it sound like someone’s constipating with a hardrock shit stuck at the ever width-limited arse-hole.
Life currently revolves around four of us… KY, Wern and Adrian. These are the family who kept me sane on my maddest days.
Workplace is getting so rotten it’s inhumanly bearable unless you are one who is used to growing up thinking every solution to problems is just by hiding your knee caps and necks. Otherwise, pray more than enough till the answer to all questions fall like rain… how bout in form of post-its.
Thanks guys and gals out there who sent me motivational messages to keep me up to perk. Woot! I love you peeps! Although… hmmm.. there was a random or two of get-well messages. Nevertheless, thanks for that too. I’m not sick, I’m just working with sick people. BOTH sides.
Somebody oughta tell me… How does an ugly person with no substance of knowledge get to boss people around? Either that, maybe this person with no substance and still bosses people, naturally loses the beauty in him/her that s/he turns ugly? Wait… probably the question was supposed to be “where”. At this point I do not understand how a meeting works without an agenda. At the place where I work, I also do not quite comprehend how when the head of department may have certain responsive disagreements to other departmental heads’ actions, s/he has to disregard the heads’ decisions and then use the subordinates to communicate with the heads. Does it make sense or is there no sense of respect at all?
Welcome to my current workplace… 2.3 years, counting down…