i was thinking of buying roti prata for the children in-patient pharmacy's staff.... Mericar U bought that, Santhi bought curry puffs and Aye Aye youtiao... hmm.... the food is nice but very oily... and my dry and itchy throat is not going to respond well to that....
the pharmacist, PAs and PTs are nice and helpful (not implying the other pharmacy department's people are not lah) but... the pharmacists are well-known for being fierce. Well... they are but they are just concerned and want to help out too. I will miss them coz they let me blend in more than when I was in W.I.P.
Let me learn how to do the operation theatre billing. Heez, itz quite easy to get the hang of it..... and the pharmacist-in-charge explained how they go about calculating the dose for the paediatrics patients... So complicated for some of the things.... itz fun... but I dun think I want to be a pharmacist in the future... I tend to make some errors sometimes...
Friday, December 31, 2004
Thursday, December 30, 2004
can't breathe......
Crap.......! I've been coughing and sneezing these few days.... and the project isn't going as smoothly as I thought it will. Sharkz.... this usually happens when I'm busy with the other pharmacy help-out and the Oncology pharmacists are busy. Crap Crap!
Sobz......
Sobz......
Monday, December 27, 2004
i like you?
"Why?" Alice shouted to her guardian angel. "Why can't I let him know that I have liked him for so long......" haiz..... dotz..... so sad.... the comic book's lead actress cant tell him or else her senior will die... sobz... so poor thing!
but thank god that the guy wake up and asked her whatz wrong..... and whether she wants to speak to him about something important...... heee..... then he stopped her on her way out.... and turned her around to face him and kissed her on the lips....
but thank god that the guy wake up and asked her whatz wrong..... and whether she wants to speak to him about something important...... heee..... then he stopped her on her way out.... and turned her around to face him and kissed her on the lips....
Sunday, December 26, 2004
Merry Christmas & a surprised belated bday gal...
So nice of him… but itz just plain weird. I didn’t expect to see Yingtong when I’m gna meet Sam jr. We went to the Hereens there to purchase the wallet I wanted as my belated birthday present. Actually, I don’t have anything in mind but I find that the one we gave Felicia is nice le, I like the simple and sleek design). I didn’t want to get the same one as hers so I chose a sky blue long wallet in another brand. Still berry expensive.
And he also gave me a Christmas present (Weird!) because the gift is a Christian Dior lipcolour, it smells very nice but….. heez??? It looks more like a lipstick to me….. i din see him for a while le... it seemz as though he has matured a little or hez just being nice since he wants me to have a good time celebrating my belated bday outing. Itz because he acted sort of strange, din bicker with me like he always does and not being so crude.
Then he paid for everything lor except transport fee (bday and Christmas presents, lunch and dinner) lorh..... he has burnt a big hole in his own pocket...
And he also gave me a Christmas present (Weird!) because the gift is a Christian Dior lipcolour, it smells very nice but….. heez??? It looks more like a lipstick to me….. i din see him for a while le... it seemz as though he has matured a little or hez just being nice since he wants me to have a good time celebrating my belated bday outing. Itz because he acted sort of strange, din bicker with me like he always does and not being so crude.
Then he paid for everything lor except transport fee (bday and Christmas presents, lunch and dinner) lorh..... he has burnt a big hole in his own pocket...
Saturday, December 25, 2004
FInd my wAy back......
will i be able to find my way back to where? when? what? And how.....? maybe the guardian angels of mine don't even know the answer to this......
Yoo.... hoho.... i should say to my loved ones..... but i don't even feel like itz Christmas..... but thank God that LeeTheng is back in Singapore and Im able to see my church frenz and gave each of them a hug.... misss them sia..... hope to go church more often next year...... miss Serene also, duno how is she le..... haiz.... everyone is getting prettier but im growing fatter.... sobz..... no wonder my brother (a pre-reg pharmacist) sayz "go excercise lah....." so i must keep to my tight schedule and plan properly le.... eat lesser too..... or else all my brothers gna say"xiuli, you have grown more sidewards..." sobz.....
so tired and sleepy..... need to rest..... and I use to get away so much.. Now I can't get away.... I even thought that it was simple... To say the things I wanted to say... but now, things have became different....
Yoo.... hoho.... i should say to my loved ones..... but i don't even feel like itz Christmas..... but thank God that LeeTheng is back in Singapore and Im able to see my church frenz and gave each of them a hug.... misss them sia..... hope to go church more often next year...... miss Serene also, duno how is she le..... haiz.... everyone is getting prettier but im growing fatter.... sobz..... no wonder my brother (a pre-reg pharmacist) sayz "go excercise lah....." so i must keep to my tight schedule and plan properly le.... eat lesser too..... or else all my brothers gna say"xiuli, you have grown more sidewards..." sobz.....
so tired and sleepy..... need to rest..... and I use to get away so much.. Now I can't get away.... I even thought that it was simple... To say the things I wanted to say... but now, things have became different....
Friday, December 24, 2004
Christmas Eve.....
actually tonght, therez a bbq at East Coast with my ex-colleagues but...... im not feeling well and also someone who i dun realli like may be there..... and afraid to find Pete there... haiz..... i think i should say goodbye to you le.....
hope to get a second chance.... to get to know you.... to start anew..... to begin afresh as a newborn.... to be cheerful and happy again....
herez the lyrics of a song "Second Chances" by Michelle Branch
Sometimes we get
Second chances
Sometimes we never
Make it past the first
It really makes me wonder
Why some things happen
When they do
It really makes me wonder
Why it wasn't me
Instead of you
And when you say
It doesn't matter
Well it does
And all it takes is a mistake
To eat your words
Just one more time
I thinkI'll drive on home tonight
Sometimes
We never see the warning
And the voice in your head
Tells you not to go
It really makes me wonder
Why some things happen
When they do
It really makes me wonder
Why it wasn't me
Instead of you
And when you say
It doesn't matter
Well it does
And all it takes is a mistake
To eat your words
Just one more time
I thinkI'll drive on home tonight
And when you look
It's gone
It's too late to turn around
And it's another day
Facing yourself and
The things that you've done
Woh, oh, oh, oh, oh
And when you say
It doesn't matter
Well it does
And all it takes is a mistake
To eat your words
Just one more time
I thinkI'll drive on home tonight
hope to get a second chance.... to get to know you.... to start anew..... to begin afresh as a newborn.... to be cheerful and happy again....
herez the lyrics of a song "Second Chances" by Michelle Branch
Sometimes we get
Second chances
Sometimes we never
Make it past the first
It really makes me wonder
Why some things happen
When they do
It really makes me wonder
Why it wasn't me
Instead of you
And when you say
It doesn't matter
Well it does
And all it takes is a mistake
To eat your words
Just one more time
I thinkI'll drive on home tonight
Sometimes
We never see the warning
And the voice in your head
Tells you not to go
It really makes me wonder
Why some things happen
When they do
It really makes me wonder
Why it wasn't me
Instead of you
And when you say
It doesn't matter
Well it does
And all it takes is a mistake
To eat your words
Just one more time
I thinkI'll drive on home tonight
And when you look
It's gone
It's too late to turn around
And it's another day
Facing yourself and
The things that you've done
Woh, oh, oh, oh, oh
And when you say
It doesn't matter
Well it does
And all it takes is a mistake
To eat your words
Just one more time
I thinkI'll drive on home tonight
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Piano..... a touching story....
At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name isMildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from DesMoines, Iowa. I've always supplemented my income by teaching pianolessons-something I've done for over 30 years.
Over the years I found that children have many levels of musicalability. I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I havetaught some talented students. However I've also had my share of what I call "musically challenged" pupils. One such student was Robby.Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom) dropped him offfor his first piano lesson.
I prefer that students (especially boys!)begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Bobby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano. So Itook him as a student.Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning Ithought it was a hopeless endeavour. As much as Robby tried, he lackedthe sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all mystudents to learn.
Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed andtried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd alwayssay, "My mom's going to hear me play some day." But it seemed hope-less.He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from adistance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick himup. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.
Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons. I thought aboutcalling him but assumed because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue some-thing else. I also was glad that he stoppedcoming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on theupcoming recital.
To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked meif he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify.He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing. "Miss Hondorf . .I've just got to play!" he insisted.I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying thatit would be all right.
The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the programbefore I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end ofthe program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my"curtain closer."Well the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed.
Then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an egg-beater through it."Why didn't he dress up like the other students?" I thought. "Why didn'this mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?"Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when heannounced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major. I was notprepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo tofortissimo... from allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent!
Never had I heard Mozart played so well bypeople of his age.After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause. Overcome and in tears I ran up onstage and put my arms around Robby in joy. "I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it? " Through the microphone Robby explained:"Well Miss Hondorf . . . remember I told you my mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning. And well .. shewas born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special."There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening.
As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care,I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy. . of Robby's.
He was the teacher and I was the pupil. For it is he who taughtme the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and may be even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why.
Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. MurrahFederal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995. And now, a footnote to the story. ]
Over the years I found that children have many levels of musicalability. I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I havetaught some talented students. However I've also had my share of what I call "musically challenged" pupils. One such student was Robby.Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom) dropped him offfor his first piano lesson.
I prefer that students (especially boys!)begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Bobby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano. So Itook him as a student.Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning Ithought it was a hopeless endeavour. As much as Robby tried, he lackedthe sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all mystudents to learn.
Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed andtried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd alwayssay, "My mom's going to hear me play some day." But it seemed hope-less.He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from adistance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick himup. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.
Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons. I thought aboutcalling him but assumed because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue some-thing else. I also was glad that he stoppedcoming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on theupcoming recital.
To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked meif he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify.He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing. "Miss Hondorf . .I've just got to play!" he insisted.I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying thatit would be all right.
The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the programbefore I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end ofthe program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my"curtain closer."Well the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed.
Then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an egg-beater through it."Why didn't he dress up like the other students?" I thought. "Why didn'this mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?"Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when heannounced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major. I was notprepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo tofortissimo... from allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent!
Never had I heard Mozart played so well bypeople of his age.After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause. Overcome and in tears I ran up onstage and put my arms around Robby in joy. "I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it? " Through the microphone Robby explained:"Well Miss Hondorf . . . remember I told you my mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning. And well .. shewas born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special."There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening.
As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care,I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy. . of Robby's.
He was the teacher and I was the pupil. For it is he who taughtme the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and may be even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why.
Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. MurrahFederal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995. And now, a footnote to the story. ]
Saturday, December 18, 2004
still the same....?
at first, i din want to go for Alan's 21st bday buffet at his house.... but i juz tack along with meixiu, aiwei and xuezhen.... to see see.... his flat is kinda hard to find but hear his voice so loudly at the common corridor.... confirm the flat upstairs is his house le.....
let mi introduce my secondary school guy frenz to everyone.....
Chin Aik (i.e. the most yandao of our year de....) is still so charming but with a little pimples on his face..... so kiddy coz hez wearing a cap... jackson grew much taller.... xuezhen was abit upset that weixiong (i.e. a fren of Daddi's also... hee) is taller than her now.... Alan's (i.e. the HongKong guy whose voice is the loudest)hairstyle is nice and the same as Pete's... haiz.... Seng Choong's (i.e. one of the funny guys of the group) face is clear of acnes le, good for him..... then Guangzheng (i.e. my primary sch fren... ) became darker like indian man.... haha... Yiwei... hmm... his face is broader and hairstyle has changed.... Buan teck (my brother who also lend me his A maths homework to copy de), cheok yew and james are still the same..... kevin still so kawaiii.. oops!
there were people from other class.... weilin, joyce and darren, melvin.....
the group of guys sabotage Seng choong to let meixiu sit besides him... well.. of course she wont lah.... so bored but itz so nice to see them again.... since we went for BBQ together 2 years ago....
when we are leaving, Alan ask aiwei and i why we din bring our boyfrenz.... diao! she chose to not answer.... i replied "why must i bring?" i also dun have lah.... duno whether aiwei have anot...
then Chin aik asks us whether we will miss him... yah lah, we will de..... haha.... hez a nice brother..... always makes me laugh de when he sat besides me in sec 2 class....
let mi introduce my secondary school guy frenz to everyone.....
Chin Aik (i.e. the most yandao of our year de....) is still so charming but with a little pimples on his face..... so kiddy coz hez wearing a cap... jackson grew much taller.... xuezhen was abit upset that weixiong (i.e. a fren of Daddi's also... hee) is taller than her now.... Alan's (i.e. the HongKong guy whose voice is the loudest)hairstyle is nice and the same as Pete's... haiz.... Seng Choong's (i.e. one of the funny guys of the group) face is clear of acnes le, good for him..... then Guangzheng (i.e. my primary sch fren... ) became darker like indian man.... haha... Yiwei... hmm... his face is broader and hairstyle has changed.... Buan teck (my brother who also lend me his A maths homework to copy de), cheok yew and james are still the same..... kevin still so kawaiii.. oops!
there were people from other class.... weilin, joyce and darren, melvin.....
the group of guys sabotage Seng choong to let meixiu sit besides him... well.. of course she wont lah.... so bored but itz so nice to see them again.... since we went for BBQ together 2 years ago....
when we are leaving, Alan ask aiwei and i why we din bring our boyfrenz.... diao! she chose to not answer.... i replied "why must i bring?" i also dun have lah.... duno whether aiwei have anot...
then Chin aik asks us whether we will miss him... yah lah, we will de..... haha.... hez a nice brother..... always makes me laugh de when he sat besides me in sec 2 class....
Monday, December 13, 2004
will I be down with my 2-weeks old flu bug again?
ahhhhh..... sick or ill..... im not feelin well already.... sobz..... but no choice lah.... attachment mah....
my project supervisor was ill and she still is 2day loh.... so poor thing..... then some pharmacy technicians and assistants are sick too.... make me so guilty conscious..... not my fault but.... the flu bug is being carried around lah..... diao....
today learn some new things..... my morning supervisor, ying shu.... is fierce but she can be nice lah..... said they as the pharmacists have to calculate the BMI or BSA to know the suitable dose to give to the paediatric patients (i.e. children lah)..... they can also guess the diagnosis by looking through the IMRs and the case notes written by the doctors..... So cool but complicated leh....
my project supervisor was ill and she still is 2day loh.... so poor thing..... then some pharmacy technicians and assistants are sick too.... make me so guilty conscious..... not my fault but.... the flu bug is being carried around lah..... diao....
today learn some new things..... my morning supervisor, ying shu.... is fierce but she can be nice lah..... said they as the pharmacists have to calculate the BMI or BSA to know the suitable dose to give to the paediatric patients (i.e. children lah)..... they can also guess the diagnosis by looking through the IMRs and the case notes written by the doctors..... So cool but complicated leh....
Monday, December 06, 2004
In a MesS....
met Frank up for dinner.... dun be mistaken lah.....! itz just weird... he said so himself..... he dun dare to look straight at me... hmm.... i also duno why, we are not what we used to be le..... asked me strange questions about some of my brothers in tp.... "well..... so sorrie but nooob," i replied... some of my sisters will know the answers, sortof.... im also not sure of it...... thatz why im lost in my sweet misery that my angels and "advisors" cant save me from.....
I was lost
And you were found
You seemed to
Stand on solid ground
I was weak
And you were strong
And me and my guitar
We strummed along, oh
Sweet misery
You cause me
That's what you called me
Sweet misery
You cause me
I was blind
But oh, how you could see
You saw the beauty in everything
Everything and me
I would cry
And you would smileY
ou'd stay with me
A little while
Sweet misery
You cause me
That's what you called me
Sweet misery
You cause me
And in my heart
I see, oh
What you're doing to me
And in my heart I see, oh
Just how you wanted it to be
Sweet misery
Oh, whoa
Sweet misery
You cause me
That's what you called me
Sweet misery
You cause me
And in my heart I see, oh
What you're doing to me
And in my heart I see, oh
Just how you wanted it to be
Sweet misery
I was weak
And you were strong
And me and my guitar
We strummed along
I was lost
And you were found
You seemed to
Stand on solid ground
I was weak
And you were strong
And me and my guitar
We strummed along, oh
Sweet misery
You cause me
That's what you called me
Sweet misery
You cause me
I was blind
But oh, how you could see
You saw the beauty in everything
Everything and me
I would cry
And you would smileY
ou'd stay with me
A little while
Sweet misery
You cause me
That's what you called me
Sweet misery
You cause me
And in my heart
I see, oh
What you're doing to me
And in my heart I see, oh
Just how you wanted it to be
Sweet misery
Oh, whoa
Sweet misery
You cause me
That's what you called me
Sweet misery
You cause me
And in my heart I see, oh
What you're doing to me
And in my heart I see, oh
Just how you wanted it to be
Sweet misery
I was weak
And you were strong
And me and my guitar
We strummed along
Sunday, December 05, 2004
haha..... yeah....
So tired and sleepy..... but now i can go back online le..... of course with my brother, Wen Ming's help.....
hez bringing his fren and im asking my elder sister along to carry the CPU things... so many wooh.... then the place alot of people... it realli is "people mountain people sea"..... but his fren kinda kawaii.... oopz! hee.... i ask his fren to guess my sister and my age.... he thought im 17 and my sister 16 yrs old loh..... my brother and sis laughed their heads off le..... spend quite a sum of money but thank god, my sister is paying first.....
my brother took out the hardware and put in the new ones.... so heavy loh, thank goodness i didnt bring the whole CPU to his house..... then i will have to take taxi home le..... he also took stressed or i duno what lah.... 4get to install something, then he remember.... poor kid...... the microsoft office software cant install leh... now no MS word and watsoever...
i treat him dinner loh, i took quite a while to think where to bring him to... in the end, go BK.... diao.... haha......
yesterday or today then the stupid Hr department of KKH bank in the October's pay for us loh.... if I didnt tell Mr Ko ahh... still no money leh..... im so bad luck sometimes but got two days of last month are the worst sia..... haiz... if i tell my brothers.... i gna get lectured and i'll burst into tears again..... haiz.....
hez bringing his fren and im asking my elder sister along to carry the CPU things... so many wooh.... then the place alot of people... it realli is "people mountain people sea"..... but his fren kinda kawaii.... oopz! hee.... i ask his fren to guess my sister and my age.... he thought im 17 and my sister 16 yrs old loh..... my brother and sis laughed their heads off le..... spend quite a sum of money but thank god, my sister is paying first.....
my brother took out the hardware and put in the new ones.... so heavy loh, thank goodness i didnt bring the whole CPU to his house..... then i will have to take taxi home le..... he also took stressed or i duno what lah.... 4get to install something, then he remember.... poor kid...... the microsoft office software cant install leh... now no MS word and watsoever...
i treat him dinner loh, i took quite a while to think where to bring him to... in the end, go BK.... diao.... haha......
yesterday or today then the stupid Hr department of KKH bank in the October's pay for us loh.... if I didnt tell Mr Ko ahh... still no money leh..... im so bad luck sometimes but got two days of last month are the worst sia..... haiz... if i tell my brothers.... i gna get lectured and i'll burst into tears again..... haiz.....
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