<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571</id><updated>2011-10-18T02:46:35.674-07:00</updated><category term='motherhood'/><category term='secret'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='myth'/><category term='songs'/><category term='price hike'/><category term='hospices'/><category term='rumble'/><category term='death'/><category term='night'/><category term='pt_care'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='season greeting'/><category term='updates'/><category term='Jay Chou'/><category term='amazed'/><category term='korean movie'/><category term='adultary'/><category term='The Drive of Life'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='tvb'/><category term='random updates'/><category term='tv'/><category term='loving'/><category term='important govt stuff'/><category term='workplace'/><category term='my_own_theory'/><category term='que sera sera'/><category term='protection'/><category term='patient'/><category term='feeling'/><category term='drama'/><category term='corrinne may'/><category term='me'/><category term='bimbotic talks'/><category term='God'/><category term='studies'/><category term='speeches'/><category term='eric mun'/><category term='world'/><category term='music'/><category term='medication'/><category term='personality tests'/><category term='happy'/><category term='funny youtube'/><category term='communion'/><category term='korean music'/><category term='lost weight'/><category term='complaint'/><category term='student'/><category term='painted veil'/><category term='korean drama'/><category term='movie'/><category term='B vs C class'/><category term='church'/><category term='food'/><category term='social norm'/><category term='inspire'/><category term='sick'/><category term='Be with You'/><category term='歲月風雲'/><category term='soulmate'/><category term='acc pple'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='toastmaster'/><category term='diploma vs degree'/><title type='text'>squirrel~C'est la vie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>268</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-1968639184427301959</id><published>2011-06-02T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T00:10:10.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><title type='text'>the role of a mother</title><content type='html'>the role of a mother is not easy. its a uphill task with mini rest stations but with no such thing as a downhill ease. perhaps to some theirs come with a motor cable car attached making it all pretty sight and no ugly pain. but mine comes with a good package deal. while i thank God that my baby is not those typical colic cry-baby, i get a fair share of worries and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day that baby was born. i worry if she had enough to drink and was she getting enough love and attention to feel as secure as she was in the womb. then came the jaudice, as a train nurse i can dish out advise and tell parents to ride it through and eventually baby will be fine. but as a mother myself, i dread that baby had to take infant formula for supplement and to prevent her from dehydrating. i fear the worst, what if baby jaudice level is so high that she needs transfusion or get organ/s damage?! when she finally gotten discharge, i got my restless nights but thanks to the help of my mom i gotten a good deal of rest time in the day. but whenever baby sleeps in my arms (she refuse cot!) i would consistently check if she is still breathing or not. i am still doing it now! the reports of SIDs are too alarming and scaring to ignore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am proud to say that i am breastfeeding baby and she is gaining well. yet everyday i worry why is she having that much poo. and when her poo frequency reduce but quantity increased. i wonder is she ok?! and whenever she fart i fear that my diet had caused too much gas in her tummy causing her discomfort. never had i stop my worrying. =( i wish to be as great a mummy to my baby as other mummies before me. those who had displayed great ability to raise their kids, contribute to work and still can find time to go on dates and lovely trips with their hubbies. gosh... i don't think i can manage! even with my mother in law's help i am struggling with the upkeeping of my relationship with my hubby, fear of returning back to work and making sure i am doing all the right (textbook's golden standard) stuff to my little darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what it means to enjoy the joy of motherhood. was it a statement of sarcasm or perhaps i am missing a point somewhere?!?! hmm... sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-1968639184427301959?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1968639184427301959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=1968639184427301959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/1968639184427301959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/1968639184427301959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2011/06/role-of-mother.html' title='the role of a mother'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-4322873761445464411</id><published>2011-02-22T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T19:31:08.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>down with the leaders?!</title><content type='html'>the world is going through a major shifting of power and resources. 10 yrs ago, the end times were known to be here and now, 10 yrs on the end times is at hand still. but more than ever the signs and its impending truth knocks on our front doors. believe it or not, it is here and will continue to til the the purpose is completed. i am in no position to comment if the leaders in the middle east ought to be overthrown, if the methods were right for the both sides to act upon the other or if the other nations nosy-poking into the situations did any help at all. but i do know all these seemingly are fulfilling the prophesy written in the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as the world can't get any worst with the economy situation, natural distruction struck everywhere sparing no countries as it roams. the shaking of the ground, spewing fire from mountains tops and ashes covering the tracks of man. rivers are drying out, the heaven stop its raining. the earth and its core is awakening. but awakening to what and what will it result to? i have no idea. afterall i am end time prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what and where will we all be when He comes again? Riding on His white shiny horse, this time He won't be clothed in plain rags and humble human self but in His majestic glory and battle ready self. Will i be worthy to call onto His name or will i like that chap in the Bible that self declare my unworthiness and ask for a burning coal to cleanse my foul smelling evil mouth?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-4322873761445464411?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4322873761445464411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=4322873761445464411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/4322873761445464411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/4322873761445464411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2011/02/down-with-leaders.html' title='down with the leaders?!'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-4778754586002178870</id><published>2011-02-22T19:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T19:04:12.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>raining</title><content type='html'>these days it hardly pours. when it rains, its just fine droplets of water drifting through the air. so fine that sometime i can hardly detect it til it had covered my clothes (hanging outside) with a thin flim of water. it comes as sliently as a thief at night and goes just as quietly too. what is left in evidence of its 'had been' are nothing but those slightly damp clothes and droplets on the bamboo poles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-4778754586002178870?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4778754586002178870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=4778754586002178870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/4778754586002178870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/4778754586002178870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2011/02/raining.html' title='raining'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-2055604156673157573</id><published>2011-02-17T22:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T22:45:04.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored.....</title><content type='html'>maid? infant care? parents' care? so many options so many possibilities. after months of lazing at home, dust is still piling, rubbish still littered inside drawers and cupboards and everywhere else. i am so tired being home, preg and just being me. haiz... miss work but bet i can't zip around much anyway. damn... am i in depression? nah... apart from the total lost of interest in all stuffs that used to consume me and a change in sleep pattern, i think i am in the relatively sane zone. the only good that might had came out good from these weeks of 'resting' is that hubby has been 'well fed' with home cooked b'fast and dinner (eating enough =/= enjoying it, i think. LOL) and the floor is being 'magic cleaned' almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh... there is still much to complete but i am so so so so... bored by it that i just can't bring myself to do it. but staring at facebook isn't any much more interesting too. argh... what a boring life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-2055604156673157573?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2055604156673157573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=2055604156673157573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/2055604156673157573'/><link rel='self' 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only imagine , What my eyes will see &lt;br /&gt;When your face, Is before me &lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel &lt;br /&gt;Will I dance for you Jesus or in awe of you be still &lt;br /&gt;Will I stand in your presence or to my knees will I fall &lt;br /&gt;Will I sing hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all &lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine, When that day comes &lt;br /&gt;When I find myself, Standing in the Son &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine, When all I will do &lt;br /&gt;Is forever, Forever worship You &lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;When all I will do &lt;br /&gt;Is forever, forever worship you&lt;br /&gt;I can only 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src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-3526929935701593236</id><published>2010-12-23T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T02:50:39.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not preggie but just fat?</title><content type='html'>Met up with my friends the other day. I really miss those days when we could just hang out daily either in the library or the canteen sipping kopi. But 1 year had long past those 'wonderful' days. We had changed yet remained much the same. Nice... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M is going to be a bride soon! I am so happy for her! She had become prettier, the magical power of love? The girls didn't really believe I am into my 7th month! Hahaha... they think I don't look that BIG, which means I still look the same! Hahaha... The joy of being fat to start with? They said I looked like a little more like growing a beer belly rather than getting preg! LOL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-3526929935701593236?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3526929935701593236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=3526929935701593236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/3526929935701593236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/3526929935701593236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-preggie-but-just-fat.html' title='Not preggie but just fat?'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-2576617375504857177</id><published>2010-12-23T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T02:39:18.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body massage</title><content type='html'>After months of not having anyone "mishandling" my muscles and foot. I feel really great to get a body massage today! My inner tighs felt so relief and I suspect my tummy actually shrinked! LOL... Feeling good! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-2576617375504857177?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2576617375504857177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=2576617375504857177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/2576617375504857177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/2576617375504857177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2010/12/body-massage.html' title='Body massage'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-322417861547591389</id><published>2010-12-16T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T07:36:07.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't wait</title><content type='html'>another few more months but i am so restless already. can't wait for BB to come out soon but at the same time worry if she does come too soon, she may not be healthy and all. sigh... i am so bored! =((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-322417861547591389?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/322417861547591389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=322417861547591389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/322417861547591389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/322417861547591389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2010/12/cant-wait.html' title='can&apos;t wait'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-6450470763079914862</id><published>2010-11-16T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T20:31:53.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>K歌 BB =P</title><content type='html'>Babies are suppose to be able to detect vibrations from sounds in the environment and in the later part of their 5th month, they can hear it well. Brought EP to Kbox with friends yesterday. She must had been rather excited by the outing that she kept me awake the night before but nothing can really match my magical ability to sleep. hahaha... By the time she was tired out from all her jumping and thumping, it was my magical time to sleep! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the lunch, EP was most decent and kept her cool even when faced with no her usual yum yum. Haha...The food was not to my liking so both EP and I had to tahan til we make it to 'round 2' to drink some coke at burger king! =) Then was to Kbox. The trip there was rather exciting, as the rain had seems to fade out. We made a quick escape to the building but that will means we will have to brave a section that is uncovered. While waiting for the traffic lights to turn green to our favour, the rain decided to POUR! Lucky I had got my umbrella out and was in time to shelter hubby and me. But a wave of scream came from the youngsters trapped unsheltered from the downpour. There were a bundle of 4 girls trapped under their (1 small) umbrella! However they move (or don't) they were going to be totally wet! LOL.... They kept standing even after we had moved off! Poor kids! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kbox experience was so new to EP. Given that daddy nor mummy ever shout before and the TV was never loud enough to scare her. When she 1st heard hubby sang into the mic, she was startled and started kicking and boxing me. I believe she can identify daddy's voice cuz she always react to hubby and mine evening - chit chat time with great movements. But to hear her daddy at this great volume must be really new to her. She cooled down after a few songs and finally gotten used to the fact that was going to be normal. Then the cold set in, she was once again moving and fighting with me. It was really interesting for me. Perhaps wisdom kicks in and she decided to curl up and hide deeper into my tummy. She stoppped. And whenever I head out to the toilet she will then resurface and do her little dance. When we finally came out from Kbox, she flopped out from her hidding place (literally! I felt a pop sort of feeling with her coming to the front! LOL) and started to exercise. Must be to stretch her little limbs from all those curling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire night as if to tell me her exciting advantage, she was restless and kicking me on and off. Even into the early morning! Where did she get all those energy, I wonder?! Finally @ 11am or so, she is finally resting but poor me- no sleep at all. It's going to be fun in months to come when I finally cuddle her in my arms and see her coos and laugh! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-6450470763079914862?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6450470763079914862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=6450470763079914862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/6450470763079914862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/6450470763079914862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2010/11/k-bb-p.html' title='K歌 BB =P'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-8262571768612983344</id><published>2010-11-12T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T01:37:08.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pelvis pain- not pretty =/</title><content type='html'>the pain is constant made worst on movement (eg-walking, sit-&gt; stand position). wonder if its the hormones or really the pain, i feel like crying sometime because of it. 4 days and i think i can't really tahan it already. can't imagine if i really go ahead with natural birth!? i might end up killing the nurses/ my hubby during that process! although the internet information tells me that its rather normal for such pain to occur, my worst fear is that baby will be coming out too soon. =( hopeful things will be smooth running all the way til march/ feb. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days i am getting so tired that i can sleep past X hrs of the day. although i never did have problem sleeping extended hours since young, but now its really deep sleep! LOL. hopefully baby don't inherite such terrible trait from me! haha... if not she might well change her name to sleeping beauty! =P who on earth says that 2nd trimester is normally the least tiring?!?! i am not even in my last trimester and i am so tired already! =( plus i am not even working!!! gosh!! this is terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-8262571768612983344?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/8262571768612983344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=8262571768612983344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/8262571768612983344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/8262571768612983344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2010/11/pelvis-pain-not-pretty.html' title='pelvis pain- not pretty =/'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-5132636925375430156</id><published>2010-11-09T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T05:51:09.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the vaccum guy</title><content type='html'>recently went to a baby fair and saw a booth that was enticing people with free cooking pot + a free vaccum demo session. all things free aren't literally free- that's my living belief (everything comes with a price, the qn is... who's really paying for it). so i gave it a pass but being the ever thrifty one, my elder sister opt for it. the fact is, i knew abt the brand and the machine. it had been in sg for years! and i think my mom had such an experience with them at the mall once but at that time nobody really bother abt dust mites. (they aren't in the media then- not yet fully debut yet? =P) plus the price was crazy high then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i agreed to the home demo on the account of a friend. got the free pot and heard the sales talk. pity the guy cuz he was sweating like mad and i didn't even offer him water. he vaccumed the sofa, 'clean' the air and took apart his machine to prove stuff to us. but as gentle as i could be, i can't committe a monthly 80-90 dollars for that. truthfully, to break cost down into X amt per month really don't work on me dear sales rep. with the insurance i have to save X amt/ mth, bills X amt/mth, food X amt/mth, transport X amt/mth, saving (if any left) X amt/mth, etc. regardless of how useful, helpful, healthy all these stuff can contribute to my finite lifespan, they are still stuff we can live without somehow. also the fact is what i think is important may differ from urs but i won't force it on u, so neither should u honey. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other reasons that didn't make the sales enticing to me includes:&lt;br /&gt;1- allergy/ asthma as much as they may (and had to some extend proven) be caused by dust mites, the are also multiply factors that contribute to it. such as temp, personal/ family med. hx and environment&lt;br /&gt;2- dust in the air WILL NEVER and CAN NEVER cease 100% so why bother are we trying to fight a losing battle? either we try breathing pure O2 or live in space, we will have to somehow get use to dust and live with it. i rather my kid grow a set of super strong nose hair that filter well than set her in an environment so clean that she can't live in other 'dirtier' ones. &lt;br /&gt;3- finally the truth is... the word clean is subjective. i don't mind a little dirt and mess, in fact when things are too clean- i get a little frighten by it. haha... yes, i am  not quite fine up there. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-5132636925375430156?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/5132636925375430156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=5132636925375430156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/5132636925375430156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/5132636925375430156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2010/11/vaccum-guy.html' title='the vaccum guy'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-2379034797337494247</id><published>2010-10-19T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T03:29:17.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired n bored</title><content type='html'>had been clearing stuff from the house. it had been really tiring but rewarding to see the useless stuffs cleared. but the more i dig the more such useless junk pops out. am i living in a can or worms or what? i am so bored with all those manual work now! yet i had started and now the house is in a big mess! gosh!! i can't stop til i have at least clear the standing junk. my energy is totally drained! lucky for me, no cell at my place this week so i can let the junk stock up over the weekend! =) the only perk? *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-2379034797337494247?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2379034797337494247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=2379034797337494247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/2379034797337494247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/2379034797337494247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2010/10/tired-n-bored.html' title='tired n bored'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-2325433715482893004</id><published>2010-10-02T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T08:26:12.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>faith is believing despite not seeing. there was once a pastor who tried to explain faith, he describe it as: when we sit on a chair we trust that it will hold out weight and that is fatih of some sort. very abstract but at that time, i didn't really have an issue with having faith in God so i didn't think much of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i found another way of making faith easy to understand- by my experience. =) being preg. i realise there are days i would wake up feeling normal - not preg. at all. without the ultra super bump some mummies are spotted with, i just feel fine and perhaps a little fatter. sometime i would get a little panicky and wonder if the baby is indeed inside me and growing?! it really take faith to believe in what may not be seen with the nake eyes but still it is indeed there cuz we can sense it and there is always signs of it being present. for my case- an amazing dark line that appear out of nowhere running down the middle of my tummy. =)) how amazing!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times when God seems really really real - esp. when He answer a prayer for a particular thing, there are times when we feel Him far and wonder if He really care or even hear our cries. regardless of them all, God is still present and it takes faith to believe He is indeed there for us. =)) On days of my ultrasound, i may get to see little baby's heartbeat and get affirmed of this little life-force in me but on days when i don't get to see that pounding little heart, i believe that the little life substaining organ is still present and pumping. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being who and what i am today had allow me to understand God a little deeper but yet His ways are higher and not mine, i don't think i will ever fully understand how He feels for all of us earthlings. =) yet i am glad to devote my life time to know Him more each day and season of my life. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-2325433715482893004?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2325433715482893004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=2325433715482893004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/2325433715482893004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/2325433715482893004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2010/10/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-2831762173341151510</id><published>2010-09-23T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T07:37:00.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny new relevation.</title><content type='html'>since i am not working for the time being, i had been spending a good amount of time with my elder sister and mum. i don't think i had ever spent that much time with my family members. since i don't enjoy prolong hours of social interaction at times. but these time spent recently had been really enjoyable and at times funny. as usual mum will update us on lives of people whom i ought to know, actually i think i do but i can't match names to those faces which i may/ may not had seen years ago! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then recently mummy said something which made my elder sister and i bursted into laughter! =) a friend of my mum said to her once that my elder sister is the sort that is very pretty @ 1st sight and i am the sort that is pretty to look @ for a long time. but if my mummy was to have boys, they will look really handsome. haha... of cuz that must be before my brothers were borne. but it was really funny. anyway my brothers were actually very cute and handsome when they were kids now... hmm.. they are just cute. LOL.... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-2831762173341151510?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2831762173341151510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=2831762173341151510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/2831762173341151510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/2831762173341151510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2010/09/funny-new-relevation.html' title='funny new relevation.'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-8265045958034003534</id><published>2010-09-20T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:42:59.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV-China: oldies review</title><content type='html'>hahaha... i realised i am an oldie!! cuz all the songs that i thot i had enjoyed and able to sing along are those in the oldies segment! hahaha... barely 30s and i am old? felt weird but i suppose with the new generation that matures and ages ever so fast, i am indeed and oldie? lol... health related books which states 60s as the young-old seriously ought to review it! haha... 60s may be considered the mega dino-age range and for those above 60s perhaps to the young kids are considered fossiles?! i can't imagine that! heehee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-8265045958034003534?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/8265045958034003534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=8265045958034003534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/8265045958034003534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/8265045958034003534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2010/09/mtv-china-oldies-review.html' title='MTV-China: oldies review'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-3540106023750000592</id><published>2010-08-31T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T08:50:42.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oldies</title><content type='html'>its amazing how people love to look back and magnify the events past. perhaps that's what make us human, having the ability to reflect and improve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some songs popped up in my brain this evening and i remembered singing them during my growing years (now is considered my aging years! LOL). the comfort they brought me and how they had touched me, that even listening to them again tonight; tears are welling up! wonder if you too have those sort of memories for certain songs in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-5LQwtcRbI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-5LQwtcRbI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-3540106023750000592?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3540106023750000592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=3540106023750000592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/3540106023750000592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/3540106023750000592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2010/08/oldies.html' title='oldies'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-7219626307518831581</id><published>2010-08-10T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:11:02.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>animals-God's creations</title><content type='html'>how interesting! animals can communicate thru ultra-sonic waves and they can even pick up tiny small sonic waves/ sounds made in the earthcrust! their acute sense of smelling to track down their own kinds/ the others must be a God given gift! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why when the human race ate from the forbidden fruit of wisdom didn't they pick up any of those traits? hmm... maybe becoz' they forgot to chew thru the food (fruit) or... they didn't finish the 'food on the plate' (fruit) as their parents would had taught them?! LOL... lame and bad joke material huh?! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its amazing how God create us all different and unique, all creatures (man and animals) AMAZING....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-7219626307518831581?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/7219626307518831581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=7219626307518831581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/7219626307518831581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/7219626307518831581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2010/08/animals-gods-creations.html' title='animals-God&apos;s creations'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-2306135332731010884</id><published>2010-08-10T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:57:00.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>transit</title><content type='html'>the excitment of finally getting it was soon overwhelmed by the side effects that it brought. bringing me much frustration but when the danger alarms rung, i stuck my tail between my legs cursing myself for harming the helpless ones. sigh... its really not easy, really not. sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-2306135332731010884?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2306135332731010884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=2306135332731010884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/2306135332731010884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/2306135332731010884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2010/08/transit.html' title='transit'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-4627129779337204035</id><published>2010-05-11T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T08:35:27.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Snail's adventures</title><content type='html'>Sounds like a cute title for some kids' books.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone writting one, this is my suggestion... the series can explore stuff in the yard and during wet season when kids have to stay indoors. =( the series can end with the snail getting smashed by somebody stepping on it! heehe... or getting dehydrated while trying to walk over a dry pathway. LOL... ya ya.. i am sadist in some ways (more than 1) lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-4627129779337204035?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4627129779337204035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=4627129779337204035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/4627129779337204035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/4627129779337204035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2010/05/mr-snails-adventures.html' title='Mr Snail&apos;s adventures'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-992724613047338973</id><published>2010-04-29T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:36:27.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chin up</title><content type='html'>I had been brooding about my present. Where I am physically and how I am yet thrown into the pool without a bouy to hold on to, just like it was in the past. Familiar with the cases and the likes of my previous workplace, I kept thinking I will fare better there. But I know I can't do it, even if I move back I will be facing yet a whole new group of people and the dynamics would had certainly changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is my plan? To stay on and strive forward. Perhaps I should seriously stop showing my unhappy face to people who ask me how is my new environment. If I smile and tell myself it is good maybe it will work the way I think it is? Maybe then... I will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted air-con, nurse A+ patients (to experience those rumored crap) and surgical. So I got my 'wish' why shoulod I complaint anymore? Hmm... Smile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-992724613047338973?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/992724613047338973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=992724613047338973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/992724613047338973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/992724613047338973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2010/04/chin-up.html' title='Chin up'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-4816195530313883232</id><published>2010-04-29T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:24:30.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blood types</title><content type='html'>i was reading somewhere ( and anywhere on the world wide web of cuz!) that there are actually more than the A, B, AB, O types of blood groups in the world. The problem is those other 'minority' are or had been 'killed off' in the stages of 'revamping' human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not surprising really. considering the rule of nature 'the survival of the fitness' ya? so those 'incapable' of reproduction just have to die off naturally. plus those genetically unwell and pro to sickness. those that survived the risked of being killed off must now preserve their life well, inter-breed for purer blood? nah... it was written that those pure breed doggies suffer from congenitical heart disease or some sort of sinuses problem. so purer may not mean better species huh? so what should be the solution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe 1 unified blood type? then we will have no problem with blood bank's low stock problem? and everyone can donate their blood, marrow and even organs to anyone else. life will be simpler and gosh! i sound so communist. perhaps that idea isn't too bad but the execuation of that idea will be totally bad. afterall power corrupts ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-4816195530313883232?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4816195530313883232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=4816195530313883232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/4816195530313883232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/4816195530313883232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2010/04/blood-types.html' title='blood types'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-1313399836707313490</id><published>2010-04-29T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T08:42:16.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when it is the end...what will become of you?</title><content type='html'>This time won't be the water, the solution is no longer an ark. Those that copied the ark had been strike down before, this time will be no difference. Nobody can predict the time and the location but we all know it is here now. Any time now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should the Mayans be right or even if Nostradamus' drawing did indeed was pointing at something more than the end; what are we going to do? Cease all human reproduction? Go retreat into the woods and mediate? Or perhaps proactively reduce global warming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready. When the end comes, I wish that I will be put to work by His favor. I know I ought to be careful with what I wish and pray for. So far things had indeed moved the way I had prayed for. So should I pray to be the one to feed the hungry and heal the sick, will I be the group that's 'left behind'? Yet my selfish self hopes, if I am left behind for whatever reasons let my family be called home to His glorious presences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-1313399836707313490?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1313399836707313490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=1313399836707313490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/1313399836707313490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/1313399836707313490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-it-is-endwhat-will-become-of-you.html' title='when it is the end...what will become of you?'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-8340388738700722825</id><published>2010-04-06T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:08:38.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pinky n e brain?</title><content type='html'>the result for the yakda-yakda competition is out, i am not the speaker and i am not upset. it had been a interesting trip learning and observing how different people think and communicate. even more interesting is how people percieve things. hahaha... the ever so diplomatic me love peace and less arugment please. =) hahaha... anyway although i am not in the speaker group, i am still involve in the 'research' (side-kick) group. hmm.. now that i have 1 topic secured in my PPA what should i plan next? wohahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-8340388738700722825?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/8340388738700722825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=8340388738700722825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/8340388738700722825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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be answered and results be instant and painless. this is what we had all become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-4632357138844232831?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4632357138844232831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=4632357138844232831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/4632357138844232831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/4632357138844232831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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salute the family members that come daily to speak words of encouragement and faith into their love ones. while the fact is that they are the ones that really need those encourage and lift in their faiths. i may think they are being difficult but the truth is that is the only way they can express their love for their sick love ones. perhaps that is the only thing and method they can sense that little control in their lives that this point of time. perhaps the road along pallative, a good death is the best way to go. the truth at the end of the journey awaits the faithful one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had been thinking... so many people had express their interest in wound management and so had i. how many stoma nurse, wound care management nurse or even vascular do the nation needs? with the greying population and the increase of chronic illness management, perhaps i should pursue my interest in dealing with the dying? although i am high on mercy, i am intolerant to stuff that i can't control. death is certain but the time is beyond my call, the doctors not even the mediums in the temples. but its the will of God to bring the family, the individual through the suffering...  who am i to say anything i always feel... plus i always free that a good death is one that not necessary prolong death but to reduce the suffering. i fear my emotions may overtake me and lead me astray if i walk into the grey... hmm...  so where am i heading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zi1HfWgASj0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zi1HfWgASj0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" 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smoothen the transition but perhaps it did i can't say for sure too. hmm... so what is it that i am sure of?! 1 thing for sure is that i am still learning and sometime learning it the hard way. i miss the gentle reminders and the learning by observation and copying the seniors in my old ward. i miss those seniors that had all left for other postings and the fun way they interact with each other at work. still life goes on and i am still coping. with the help of God i shall too smile at the footsteps that i had left behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-2589066239671118264?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2589066239671118264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-3830325071525935988</id><published>2010-02-04T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T07:56:31.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing u...</title><content type='html'>i am missing u... i want to eat beef steak from hog breath!!! hm... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-3830325071525935988?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3830325071525935988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=3830325071525935988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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title='2010'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-1929690951607087201</id><published>2009-12-25T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T08:54:52.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want out!</title><content type='html'>maybe its the lack of exposure, maybe its a habit or maybe its me having too much idealistic ideas of what should and should not be. the evil curse of being a student for too long?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had been posted to a new environment. from day 1 (even as a student then) i lamented about my plight. i was in a place where i didn't like from day 1 (it all goes back as far as when i was a year 1, 1st sem understudying person!) , i was to work with someone that i knew i can't get along well with (i had worked briefly with her so i think i know), i dislike the standard (as compared to the other places i had been to) and to make things worst the bosses are nothing like my ex-boss. =( my ex-boss was always organised and planned well into the future. although she goes by the books, her actions were always consistent and up to standard; for that i admire her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incident 1&lt;br /&gt;my 1st week in this new place, i was scold by one of the head for something someone did. i know no head no tail and was scolded. what can i say? i told her, i wasn't the one who did it and i was merely asking her if she would like to keep the equipment and ask those involve when they are back at work. she just replied, "its no excuse! u XX girls should know better. this XYZ isn't cheap and do you think the (other dept) is free enough to do these for us all the time?" my thots was... shouldn't as a leader, u direct the problem/ issue with the people/ person involved? don't vent it all on me! then later i heard she did scold those involved but just asked who send that equipment out. *boiling mad!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incident 2&lt;br /&gt;i am not against central messages but not when it conducted day, noon or night right outside of clients' room. clients are all within ear shots! and to make things worst the leaders were scolding the staffs! how will the clients think of the staffs?! mind u, its SCOLDING! unlike my previous workplace where such issues (scolding matters) are to be talked abt in the boss's office behind close door. and for every mistake done, it was presented as a learning curve not as a "trash" u session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incident 3&lt;br /&gt;the other dept staffs are arch enemy with my current work place staffs. instead of offering solution to help each other, everyone is just trying to get a piece of the other person. compassion? more like oppression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incident 4&lt;br /&gt;today its 25th dec, i reported to work as my schedule last checked was for afternoon work.  i kept telling myself its ok. the workload will be light but i realised i was lying to myself the whole time. and when i finally discovery much later that i was suppose to be on public holiday which NOBODY had the courtesy to inform, i was asked by the head "so how huh? u want to go home now?" after i had worked for hours?!?!? and declared that i can't make it for my family gather?!?! wat's wrong with her IQ? do i look like i will jump at that kind offer?! cut the story short... i am getting my off on 26 dec. wat a joke!! i heard from some muslim staff that they were even schedule to work on their hari raya! talk abt cultural sensitivity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incident 5&lt;br /&gt;something happened during my work. its not something that was preventable at all, its a reaction of sort. so some reporting was required, the head called me in to tell her what had happened and so i did. i told her everything needed but i suppose her mind was not in it. and when another personale came she guided him in the reporting and when i corrected the information that she was giving the guy, she said "ai-ya that was not what u told me earlier?!" i was totally thrown off the deck! what did she mean by that? how can i had told her another thing when its written black n white on my report?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incident 6&lt;br /&gt;practices are not of norm from what i had practiced previously. i feel confused, frustrated and totally helpless. my teacher dared me 1st to change the culture and do what ought/ should be done but sorry... my power is weak and its such weak and frustrated feelings that made me into a multi-personality person. =( wonder what would she say if she see these?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incident 7&lt;br /&gt;i can't understand the mentality of the teams and clients. they all want to have their way but what abt the basic understanding of being a human- giving and taking, understanding and trust? sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sadden by also the fact that i am not promoted. although i can cook up 101 reason why i am not promoted, i can't help the fact that i am upset. somehow i come to a conclusion...that is not to deny the fact of how i feel but be real with myself. grieving over it make it easier for my to move on and overcome it. perhaps, i am just not going to where i dream to be. it easier to stay status quo and enjoy my life... no point striving when nobody recognise anything. afterall its just a job that pays my bills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-1929690951607087201?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-6985272683140285717</id><published>2009-11-30T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T08:51:53.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling a little...</title><content type='html'>the new semster for my deg had started and having failed once i am a scary cat now. i had wasted 2 semsters! 1 for failing, 1 for waiting for the next class. i wish i can pass and i must put in lots of effort into this module. its not a subject that one can pass by merely having a good sense of 'common sense' or the ability to abstrate think but cold hard facts with lots of background reading. gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone said that people that are taking their degree are nothing but a paper chase but i strongly disagree to that. in fact i am angry at the person who had said that. he said that those in his class (acc. student) were so 'keen' to study that they enrol for deg classes immediately post grad. from their dip class. although its a little extreme, i won't think of them badly. these people had express their keen-ness and committment to be in this line of work that's why they had pressed on to study more. given another person who had just wanted to be a nurse just to 'pass' the crisis their approach would be totally different. also those students are 'late starters' in this career compared to those of the same age but had been in the trade for a longer time, in order to 'chase' back those 'stolen time' one had but no choice to run instead of stroll along in the career planning. afterall nursing is indeed an AGE-ism career. after 40yrs old, no matter how great a nurse one is, he/she will still be slower and less steady that a young (although not so clever/ experience) nurse. but the agrue will then be, they are dumb but they are young so we (the org) can still train them to prefection. while the old had no choice but to step down to other areas. so i don't think the willingly hearts are to be blame for rushing into deg classes. but those who say we are merely 'paper-chasing' ought to think twice what is the reason for him/ her to say that. perhaps they are the one that are afraid of committment, fear of studying and maybe failing? afterall deg is self sponsored and if one fail that goes the money and time. no insurance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i will be able to busk under the sun of perth somewhere next year awaiting for my grad. =) wish me luck and help pray for wisdom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-6985272683140285717?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6985272683140285717/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-6410185115344357570</id><published>2009-10-31T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:51:53.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>irony of life</title><content type='html'>having been married for 7 years now. amazing that i had maintain it well enough for these years. during these years i had grown and learnt, found my goals and inspiration to move on towards to. within these years, people had gotten married, preg and preg again while i am still who i was years before. thinking of the differences i wonder what is my lot in life. if only i know it then i can plan along with it. but too bad i don't and perhaps that's the excitment of living?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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life'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-2242799912403597885</id><published>2009-10-11T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:18:40.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>death and dying</title><content type='html'>a theory that we were all told to read up well for our exam; death and dying. knowing the differences between the 2 did not really evoked anything special but subtly it reminded me a few patients whom i had the privilege of being part of their dying process and eventually their death. a few whom had touched me tremendously, left an unknown scar in my life chapters. yet, i did repress my feelings because i don't believe in being too involve in any patients' or relatives' lives. i believe as a health care worker, one needs to be able to take those bonds whenever needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grieving is also a process. weeping is the process for 1 to get go and regain oneself. from calling weeping to deep weeping to finally the letting go weep, all these sound no... rather it painted a wonderful visual of how a therapy is. a shrink sitting on the chair and the patient laying on a couch as they revisit the past, the patient is encouraged to grief over the lost. and the types of crying is exactly as i had remembered from all those chinese drama; the wife will weep and call out the died man "why... why must u leave us? come back! come back!!" as she cries out for the died man, she hit the corpse and accuse him off leaving. then come the 2nd stage. she then started to hit herself calling herself a wretch, jinx and stuffs like "what am i to do now?" finally over lots of scenes of crying kids and relatives gathering around the widow and kids..blah blah blah... she finally cries and look deeply and fonding at the pictures of the deceased and utter crappy stuffs like "i love u. i will always love u but i am letting u go now. be at rest now. i will be fine." then she seals it with a kiss onto the picture. (crappy and so over used but boy! don't we fall for it forever!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the next time i nurse a patient and the patient falls under either one of this trajectories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;linger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crisis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;expected-quick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;danger- period&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;unexpected-quick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i will do the same grieving process/ work to ease my sorrows... but then who will remain to care for the family and the rest of patients?! hmm... i think i need a shrink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-2242799912403597885?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2242799912403597885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=2242799912403597885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/2242799912403597885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/2242799912403597885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/10/death-and-dying.html' title='death and dying'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-7075160688335131524</id><published>2009-10-02T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:18:55.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its feeling real and i am 'home?'</title><content type='html'>went back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gh&lt;/span&gt; today for field visit and interestingly enough the staff there that took the deg module with me were actually so friendly to me. i know she is friendly even from school but to be that nice to me, i never thought possible. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; not very nice, just friendly...like an old friend. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;afterall&lt;/span&gt; i am not that sort that will be so friendly to people that i don't know too well. i felt welcome...welcome home. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the it was lazing around time. lets admit it, its not fun to go on field visit when its just observing (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; because i am not proactive, i just want it over with =P) but the changes in the dept was amazing. glad that i went for this field visit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;afterall&lt;/span&gt; which &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gh&lt;/span&gt; staff will know that its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;renovated&lt;/span&gt; to this extend and where is what now, unless u had been there? so i am glad at least i know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the exciting part. an ex-school mate is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;preg&lt;/span&gt;! 2 kids in 3 years? wow... how productive and blessed. then there are so many familiar faces that bothered to said hi to me. i am really glad and touched. then i managed to talk to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CIs&lt;/span&gt;, since i was there to settle some business. it was really nice that people remember me, even if it was just vague memories. then i got insider cuts. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;... i bet most staff already knew of the new development in the work place but having no extended wire into the organisation since i 'left' these news are rather new and exciting for me to know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to the ward and was glad to see the others so well and functioning great. familiar faces just well up my emotions (just when i tot i might not have some. =P) although we had a rather uneventful working relationship, i don't think i can be consider the best friend of anyone. so i won't expect big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hi's&lt;/span&gt; and hey i miss u sort of stuff. nevertheless i do feel for the people and i am glad they do remember me too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best...best...best...best... thing that happened is that i met &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BAO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jie&lt;/span&gt;!!! =) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heeheehee&lt;/span&gt;... she dyed her hair &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heeheee&lt;/span&gt;... for some weird reason i really like her and miss her too. although she is the quiet quiet one and we don't work together much. i like her. maybe because she is older and a really calm and mellow person? just like bee... but bee more aggressive &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heehe&lt;/span&gt;... anyway... i am so glad! we even took photo!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is over and soon i will be back in the ward but i am not sure where i would be posted yet. but i suppose surgical side. but someone scare me that i may be post to the new ward too. whatever it may be, i want to be happy working wherever it is and learn stuff. (i think i am addicted to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;challenges&lt;/span&gt; and learning).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-7075160688335131524?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/7075160688335131524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=7075160688335131524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/7075160688335131524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/7075160688335131524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-feeling-real-and-i-am-home.html' title='its feeling real and i am &apos;home?&apos;'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-4044689022125760034</id><published>2009-09-29T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:49:03.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>radio 'drama'</title><content type='html'>aiyoo... finally get to listen to the whole episode of 933's radio drama. gosh... all my hairs stood up! its so so so... weird and creepy. unlike 958's radio drama (of the past) where the character's voices seems to be more mellow so not so creepy. anyway i don't really like such topics on air. too provoking. in the mid day i rather heard something funny and light hearted. hmm... u still got a me.. well well well... not me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-4044689022125760034?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4044689022125760034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=4044689022125760034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/4044689022125760034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/4044689022125760034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/09/radio-drama.html' title='radio &apos;drama&apos;'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-4653075049709040101</id><published>2009-09-18T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:13:50.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird dream</title><content type='html'>its interesting enough that i had this dream.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that i was in nuh but the setting was nowhere near it.&lt;br /&gt;there was a swimming pool and it felt almost like a clubhouse.&lt;br /&gt;but the clubhouse was suppose to be in level 1 and 2 and thing above it was hospital.&lt;br /&gt;the most funny part was i "saw" ms Z! she was not just a nursing staff there!!&lt;br /&gt;she was the sister!! how weird!!! and someone else whom i can't remember now (but they were arch enemies then) was beening VERY friendly to her!! *faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i suppose i had just had a swim so i was looking for a toilet to shower. (tats why i was there)&lt;br /&gt;i want to go into the toilet (left side for shshh.., right side for shower) but i noticed poopoo covered with a piece of tissue. eekkeeekk... i didn't shower in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of the dream although it didn't quite link with the above was...&lt;br /&gt;i had a "preview" of me beening trapped in an office and there was a evil something&lt;br /&gt;that was hinting us (there were me and 1 other guy?) it spinned the bingo balls,&lt;br /&gt;make strong gust of wind and locked the doors.&lt;br /&gt;then the next thing some how i was surrounded with lots of people, those working in the office,&lt;br /&gt;everything was normal. then i quicky called my sister to bring me food.&lt;br /&gt;she came and i asked her how was  it outside. she said something that rang i bell so i decided to&lt;br /&gt;sneak out of the office but was called to stop by a patient (patient?!?! office?!?! wtf)&lt;br /&gt;and i was "ordered" to stay inside the office and was not to leave.&lt;br /&gt;i told "them" (whoever it was) that i was not running but called my sister to bring me food and now seeing her off. then i told my sister to go off 1st and meet me at the level 1.&lt;br /&gt;i was going to take the e-exit's staircase down to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;soon enough as i approach the exit's door......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a leg cramp and i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;how weird can my dreams be?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-4653075049709040101?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4653075049709040101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=4653075049709040101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/4653075049709040101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/4653075049709040101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/09/weird-dream.html' title='weird dream'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-8034498087695662218</id><published>2009-09-10T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:24:29.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=( .... -&gt; =)</title><content type='html'>at the start there was nothing and then God said "let there be light" and there was light.... that was somewhere in the old testimony. then... thousands of years later, someone said that God will never give us a problem we can't handle. He will provide a way out for us when it gets too unbearable. AND HE DID! His words are still the same and His action never late. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 2 of my "i won't trust u anymore" saga. today is the meet the piggy session and the entire group went. SS still dare to act friendly with me! wo.w...  i just flashed my "huh? why u so friendly" look at her. i think she get the message but have no idea why i am so cold to her. i don't think i want to bother talking things out with her. why waste my dear dear time? mr leader finally sense something. he asked me "how esther?" i reply "anything lor. u r the leader mah. u happy can liao". poor him too. he must be wondering what the hell did he do to make me so upset. me??? i just don't care lor. pls don't comment and tell me to reflect upon my actions and that he did nothing wrong therefore don't deserve this sort of treatment. i also know but too bad when the bear is angry IT don't think. yes... i had downgrade to the animalistic human with no common sense anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. that piggy got to my nerves by telling us rubbish! tell us, this don't need that don't want. i think she, herself isn't answering to the questions lor. but since she is the one grading us, heck that lar! just do whatever to please her lor. then after 1 big loop, she then mentioned what she just cancelled from our slides and said that should be added in too. aiyoo... my dear LECTURERS pls make up all of your minds!! she is not the 1st lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours later, i had barely read up on my test topics and had briefly slept for 1 hour. i went in for the test. out of the 30 mcq i am sure i will get at least 20 correct. short answer questions (20 marks) i will be smiling if i get 10! get the picture? i think i will pass. actually DH isn't that terrible lar. just that i am a rebellious 30+ yrs old ah auntie that wants to sing the opposite key as her (for the fun of it)! =P but still... my mood had not changed a bit. i was hating every minute of it! the noisy pple chatting about the answers and the "die liao lar" that was over stimulating my senses. i want to go on a killing spree!!!! but i was normal enough not to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was walking out of the campus... i met BEE!!! =)) wat a suprise for me!! she was staring at me, smiling but because she had put on much weight i was scare to recongise the wrong person. til she stretch her arms! yippeeee!!!! my fav idol!!! *smack smack* we spent an hour talking. not about me but just catching up. it was warm and peaceful. i love it. she has some special power to calm my crazy emotion since a long time ago. =) thank God for her, i feel better and is regaining my pose as the same old me. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same that she is indeed leaving singapore. no idea where yet but certainly out of singapore. wish i can go visit her when she is settled down. =)) will miss her much. but i am sure someday when i am sad... she will appear out of nowhere like she always do. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-8034498087695662218?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/8034498087695662218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=8034498087695662218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/8034498087695662218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/8034498087695662218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='=( .... -&gt; =)'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-3101785152614718620</id><published>2009-09-09T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T04:21:14.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trust - use it only when necessary?</title><content type='html'>I had been burning mid-night oil all the way to 5am for a few nights now. Not that I enjoy it but I feel it's necessary in order for things to be done well and so that the group can sit down with something solid to discuss rather than plucking from the air and getting no where. I thought if I give in my 110% people will at least contribute 10% worth of effort. BUT I AM WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before attachment, we were broken into 2 groups and questions assigned to be completed within a time frame. Due to numerous reasons the time frame got stretched and I assume with extra time people will be more prepared (or at least would had already had a rough idea) but NO.... There are those that are truly hardworking and kind. They thrown in their 110% too. But it takes just 1 to make my day a terrible SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story is as such... before attachment I had prepared a rough stretch of the presentation seeking more input from the rest. 2 weeks later YM replied and completed the answers, she had filled in the missing part to my initial draft. SS then told me "Esther, I am so sorry that I didn't help at all. When school reopen, if there is anything that needs to be done, I will do it. ok?" With that remark, I thought she was so sweet to proactively wants to do something for our presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting today... Everything is 89% completed. After a short discussion we conclude that 1 more slide is needed and consolidation of the slides is needed as the group was previously separated into 2 halves to do 2 sets of questions. We are presenting in week23 wed and its week21 wed today. I said that we need to have all the slides ready for rehearsal by week22 wed. BUT!!! SS whom was tasked to consolidate and finalise the slides said NO! She can't do it and she said she DO NOT KNOW how to do a table on a slide!! And that she had to prepare her research presentation slides as well so she can't prepare the slides for this topic. Turning towards me she asked me to do it!!! WHAT?!?! HAD I NOT DONE ENOUGH FOR THE GROUP? AND JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW DOES WHY MUST I TAKE OVER IT? YOU SAID YOU WILL DO IT ONE WHAT?! SO IT IS JUST FOR SHOW IS IT? JUST TALK ONLY MAH NO NEED MONEY IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said NO! Then she told me that she don't understand the topic too! *FAINT* We are going to present the topic and you don't know the topic? AND you have the cheek to tell me, you don't know so you can't do it!? I AM SO ANGRY! SO PISS! My face and voice must had changed because someone else intervene and proposed something else. My reaction... whatever lor. If that is what you (the leader) think and want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point no. 1:&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 6 pple there, nobody wants to do anything. Only when arrow then do- talking abt&lt;br /&gt;the MS group only here. Silience is GOLD huh?! *scorn* Last presentation I did 70% of the things already leh! (30% from the MH group).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point no. 2:&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO HAVE MY RESEARCH PREPARATION LOR! The world doesn't only spin around you babe! What you have I have too! You aren't the only poor victim here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point no. 3:&lt;br /&gt;Don't always say "esther clever mah. she can handle it one lah". FFFFFFFF u. I am not the one with a Master degree here lor. Your research group give you shit, that's another issue! Don't drag it in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion... FUCK myself lar! I can't sit around and wait for people to tell me "why don't we just rehearse with the content rather than having the finalised slides?" I took it upon myself to get the F-Shit done. But I will only add that 1 slide. If not for that stupid Woman meeting, I won't even bother. After that... Ms SS even if you decide not to finalise the changes or design, I won't be bother by that shit anymore! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IF U THINK WE WILL NEVER FAIL THEN LETS SIT AROUND AND SEE HOW THEN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such is the reason why people just don't like some people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-3101785152614718620?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3101785152614718620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=3101785152614718620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/3101785152614718620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/3101785152614718620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/09/trust-use-it-only-when-necessary.html' title='trust - use it only when necessary?'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-6286929588789446089</id><published>2009-09-08T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T03:45:48.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its a treat..for myself</title><content type='html'>this week is going to be crazy so i turned crrr...a...zzy... hehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday was my physical assessment but having been so used to my 'curtin' ways of doing stuff i couldn't follow the checklist and steps of nyp's 100% so... i heck the guidelines and do whatever is reasonable. extra steps which makes logical sense are better than doing less. the more i try to remember what isn't required, the more stuff i will forget to do. sigh... luck me! i got a simply one, although i would had preferred abdo. =) my take on the test is... aiyo... must practice lor. its not something just because of experience or reading is enough one lor. hands-on registrates better than reading or watching a video. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently struggling with my research stuff and had not even start reading on my med-surg clinical theory. hopefully i won't die young! =P aiyo... not from NHC also must be so expert in ecg interperation and management meh?! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-6286929588789446089?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6286929588789446089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=6286929588789446089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/6286929588789446089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/6286929588789446089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-treatfor-myself.html' title='its a treat..for myself'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-4950765959808204843</id><published>2009-08-23T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T07:21:15.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>throw in the towel</title><content type='html'>being a leader is to be able to lead. sadly i don't think i can. unless i am sure and confident of the subject we are dealing with i am able to step forward to lead the team. sadly i can't in this research proposal thing. i am really giving it lots of thoughts if i should tell someone else to lead instead. but i fear she might think i am trying to 'siam' my 'duties' (honestly is there even a clear cut on duties or not?) anyway, try as i might but... i am truly losing that zest and even ability to do what is needed of. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-4950765959808204843?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4950765959808204843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=4950765959808204843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/4950765959808204843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/4950765959808204843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/08/throw-in-towel.html' title='throw in the towel'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-627080124443962146</id><published>2009-08-18T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:22:15.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to my dear friend</title><content type='html'>i miss all most bonded frds... Bee is going to leave next yr and so is JK. one going to seek her freedom and work else where (far from me...out of sg) and another moving to oversea to study. i am not envying them but damn PROUD of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had been thinking abt them 'leaving' for a long time. i kept wondering why... am i jealous? but i didn't feel it that way then i realised i am even bragging about them to my love ones. then... i think... it must be that i am so proud to have them as my friends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but their 'leaving' makes me wonder... why don't i make friends (not hi-bye sort) easily? why can't i like many of my other classmates/ ex-co workers who get close and dear so easily? hmm... 2 friends down how many more do i have left?! let me count... hmm... hopefully more than 20! anyway now.. to tired to do such coo-coo thing... good night and good bye my readers, friends and love ones...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-627080124443962146?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/627080124443962146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=627080124443962146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/627080124443962146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/627080124443962146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-my-dear-friend.html' title='to my dear friend'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-5789559093797488088</id><published>2009-08-18T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:16:07.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings</title><content type='html'>its had been an interesting week although i was highly bored, the things that happened in the attachment area were relatively new to me. as much as i thought i might know it, i don't know it all. hard to admit it but yes its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what had i observed? i saw for my 1st time (in my life!) how a human is certified brain died by the drs. too bad he is not a candidate for organs harvesting, if not i might be to see the actions of different surgical teams coming in to 'grab' their harvest. i sound evil? but organ donation is a grand thing! it's giving life for those in need. whether if it is the will of God or not i shall not debate on it since i agree on this proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place where i am now is a high turn over area, nobody truly develop any feeling for the patients on the bed. partly because of the turn over rate and the fact that the patients are often not too alert (sedated aka 'drugged'). the drugging is so that the patients would attempt to use their last bit of energy and oxygen to try pulling out tubes and lines. the rate of recovery is wonderfully fast too. day 1 patient had collapsed out of hospital -&gt; send in to hospital and resus performed -&gt; patient 'stablised' enough to go to where i am at -&gt; all sort of lines and equipments are hooked up onto patient, day 2 patient is seemingly calm (situation wise) but not out of the woods yet (same are generally almost good enough to be discharge! by then!!) -&gt; treatment continue explore hidden problems &amp; discuss way-forward (treatment wise), day 3 -&gt; patient is weaning off/ totally to off breathing aid now &amp; start sips of water &amp; fully alert now -&gt; to step down care and soon patient is out of the area where i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of cuz there are those that said their goodbyes before even reach the doors of the ward/ just shortly after causing interesting panicks in the ward. still these are human with the breath of life given to them nevertheless by the same Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cost is an issue too all. it's sad to see some people opt the 'cheaper' way out but lives wtih the risk of dying any moment they step out of the hospital. then there are people that are drugged (but not enough because their conditions contra-indicates it) but still struggle to fight the lines, tubes and the equipments. they are in destress cuz they don't understand why and what those are. imagine eating happily 1 moment and a sudden sharp pain after, u are lying in an unknown environment feeling uncomfortable and on top of it u realised that u can't move or even open ur eyes because u r so weak/ drugged! while the patient continue to struggle and attempt weird stuff resulting in the staff screaming instruction and trying their best to explain to patient (TO NO AVAIL!!), the family members are crying by the bedside as if he is dying. theoretically he is...if the treatment is not helping him enough to tidal over this dangerous period. as i stood there trying to make sure the patient is not force the restrainer open or breaking it while patting him to comfort him, his family stood there touching him and crying, in my broken malay i understood that the daughter was trying to tell the dad to 'bear with it, the pain, the uncomfortable-ness and the tubes". his wife just stroked his bald head and crying, his grandson was at a lost not knowing why everyone was crying, equipment was beeping and the nurse was the only one not crying. i can't respond, i can't give resurrance for it may be all false and nothing hurts more than hearing another person saying kind words to "entertain" in such situation. thus... i slowly left the room feeling helpless and sad for the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, i wish i will not be posted to such setting. i prefer human interaction, where we (regardless nurses or patients) can laugh out loud together and be well; where i can predict the future base on the patients' lab results and clinical features. but where will i be posted after my graduation? i wonder.... hopefully... a general ward with AIR CON!!! given my condition i really can't stand heat!! argh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-5789559093797488088?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/5789559093797488088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=5789559093797488088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/5789559093797488088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/5789559093797488088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/08/feelings.html' title='feelings'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-7365382067904034226</id><published>2009-08-02T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T09:07:48.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time to study</title><content type='html'>i have some serious issue with studying. i AM truly doing it only i am reading the wrong thing at the wrong time. my pending bio test is becking me to read read read but here i am doing and reading other things! crazy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-7365382067904034226?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/7365382067904034226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=7365382067904034226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/7365382067904034226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/7365382067904034226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-study.html' title='time to study'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-5050530237308496182</id><published>2009-07-29T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T03:11:10.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am what i am</title><content type='html'>incident 1&lt;br /&gt;i realised that there is this 1 girl that often look unhappy whenever i talk during discussion. she must be thinking that i am overbearing, not leader but still act as if is.  i agree i am a bit strong in my views and most of the time i think its the best. lol. but hor... if the leader is so gentle and everyone want to spend hours after hours just to talk opps... i meant discuss; i don't want lor... i love to spend the time thinking, sleeping, eating, shitting, watching tv (even if i had seen that show a million times!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today she show that face again... *sigh* the only time i see her hype up and happy is when the leader is indeed taking charge! lol... so... what i did? i bluff bluff ask for her views and thoughts and when she said nothing/ agreed with me... i fast fast skip her and settle the issue. lol. idiotic right? she might had some real concern but i just did the 'if u don't like me, i don't have to like u too' stunt again. lol. i want to slap myself sometime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incident 2&lt;br /&gt;there was a meeting, 2 person didn't show up. whatever reason it was i didn't bother cuz the meeting wasn't something very productive and plus i was late myself. heehee... (double standard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...so when we tried to brief them what's going on and what to prepare for the next meeting, 1 person slowly drift off to talk to someone else. i fume sia... the environment was so noisy already and u never go meeting just now and now still like that. so i said "xyz can listen to this 1st or not? don't let pple repeat 2 time lar" my tone must be terrible but maybe i meant it! lol!! so xyz return to the briefing the gentle leader so nice... repeat everything again. then later xyz and her someone else said sorry and explain her behavior, i joke joke and said never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i really never mind lar. just that at that point of time, i think basic respect should had been observed lor. but whatever and however...gentle leader that's ur call to manage the grp lar. even if it's not the style that i prefer or even if i think the management should had been better, i don't bother lar. why make enemies when we can make love!? lol... figure of speech only not really that act of .... lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-5050530237308496182?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/5050530237308496182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=5050530237308496182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/5050530237308496182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/5050530237308496182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-what-i-am.html' title='i am what i am'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-696349489269784754</id><published>2009-07-29T02:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T02:58:03.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exsa</title><content type='html'>hey hey!! i am an exsa gold! it is a service award so last year i got sliver, this year gold. i am thankful for that. heard some people may get sliver last year but was not nominate this year. such award as mindless as it is (or as propagandised as is!), i like... heheee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hang around doing stupid plastic role play, quize and discuss about case scenarios. of cuz in the comfort of a cool room, quiet environment and with no demands imposed on us other then 'answer the following qns' everyone can give the best and most beautiful answers (standard customer service answers!). its not realistic at all!! but i certainly don't mind the break from school and free tea break! lol... its fun to mix with pple from different wards and singhealth grp. =) maybe i am in my happy mood that's why! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at the end of the session what did i learn? hahahahahaa... stay plastic = stay afloat! afterall plastic float mah!!! if u want to be burnt out fast, try being geninuely caring and kind to everyone (including those u really really dislike/ hate!) u will most certainly be a good follower of Christ in 'love ur neighbours (enemies) as u love ur self' but u will have so much struggles that u will be so so so tired and doubt if u r being 'plastic'! alternatively u can try the 'i must the true to myself (and everyone ard me)' stance; u cry when u r sad/ u shout when u r angry/ u skip work if u don't feel like it... result will be that u will be the no.1 to get sack, couselling and to write memos! lol.. the good part is... u r 100% real and u get to see the management heads that most pple don't get to see most of their work-life! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is life... learn to love urself, love those that u love/ like, embrace those that u don't love/ like but if u really can't do it don't force urself! the person that upset u ALL THE TIME will not go crazy but u will... cheers.. have a happy holiday!! (oh yes! live everyday like its a holiday, eat and be merry!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-696349489269784754?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/696349489269784754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=696349489269784754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/696349489269784754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/696349489269784754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/07/exsa.html' title='exsa'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-348998331536331215</id><published>2009-07-29T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T02:42:18.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rumble and tumble</title><content type='html'>picked up one of my hubby's book called the 5 temptation of a CEO. although i am not a CEO (at least not yet! lol), i found the book is applicable for even normal layman who is in the leadership position. being it a grp leader or a supervisor, it is a good read. the book is a little like the book 'fish' it uses a simple story to bring the points across, the best part is the fonts are big and the spacing is wide enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t1- u only care abt ur image and ur label/ branding&lt;br /&gt;t2- accountability and transparency (w ur team)&lt;br /&gt;t3- decision (mission, vision, target)&lt;br /&gt;t4- need to be popular (avoid pointing mistakes cuz u want to be liked by pple)&lt;br /&gt;t5- need to maintain harmony&lt;br /&gt;      (a little like t4 huh? but the book did point out the differences; a healthy and well argument&lt;br /&gt;       can get things moving in the right direction!)&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i think i got it wrong somewhere but what the heck!! lol... i aint no CEO man! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my temptation as a human is all of the above!! i care a little too much of how pple think of me so i try to maintain my image. although it's starts as a good motivation, it easily burns one out! as for accountability, i struggle with it too. I want to be like so at times i beat around the bushes but if it really burns me (e.g. threaten my image!? lol) - i never doubt my ability to tear the person up! of cuz the reason behind that needs lots of examination! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for decision... i am fast to make a decision and communicate it down the only problem is not all decision is a good one. i admit i had made a fair bit of wrong ones... just like what the pastor said a wrong decision that is not originated from God will has consequence that we might have to bear for a long long time to come. another area is am i brave enough to admit it is a WRONG decision and pull the plug on it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the part where i need to be popular... i don't think the word popular is the right word but to be liked...yes. sometime i bend my rules (if it doesn't hurt anyone) in order to please all. i suppose when i am at such a low level it doesn't hurt much but if u deal with millions of dollars it will! but then again i deal with human lives!! hmm... so far my bending of rules apply to small things only... so ... hmm... i duno leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tying in to the harmony part... i am a seeker of peace, love and joy. so yes, i avoid confrontation at all cost! even if it seems harmless enough, i hate the screaming and the emotions involve. i like quick fixs! give me the solutions not the problems, if not why do i even employ u! that was what my manager used to tell me when she talk abt some of the management meetings (not nursing!). she would comment how some managers will just throw tons of problems onto the tables and shoot down any suggestion of possible rectification and all the while waiting for their head to 'solve' their problems. just like an adult that sits on his bum crying for food, while they should (surely they do!) have the ability to get the food or find ways to get it. ... so for my case of harmony vs arguement (of any sort) ...i will try to see where the discussion is heading and if its all about demanding with everyone bitching abt stuff at official meeting slots, i will suggest for time out/ get them to deal with those problem and come back again for meeting another time. its really dumb to sit around and just talk!! i don't like...but some management book likes it! they said it generates ideas and possibilities. i had yet to see a successful (such) meeting so i am totally skeptic of it! of cuz there is always the easiest way out!! walk out of the meeting altogether! lol...but that does not reflect very well on my leh... (back to temptation 1! lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-348998331536331215?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/348998331536331215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=348998331536331215' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/348998331536331215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/348998331536331215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/07/rumble-and-tumble.html' title='rumble and tumble'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-2474260131828094245</id><published>2009-07-03T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:38:36.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rebooting</title><content type='html'>its been weird.... not that i am trying to self praise or be proud but... am i popular or what!? lol... but i don't really like such attention or rather demand for my attention. =( i like it smooth and with my target achieve [PERIOD] very selfish, i agree but in the process of achieving my target, benefits go to those around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently... i found calls from other sub-grp members to me. huh?! asking me things from computer "how to delete that extra page in my doc" to venting their frustration regarding school. and the point was... i am not even close with them! of course unless they felt they are close with me!? its really hard to provide help to people that i am not close with (that explains why i am not in tele-customer service ) cuz i don't know how to react nor what to say. *shake head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during lessons (practical tat's it- the only thing i think i am good at), i like to do it, get the concept and move on. grp practice is good when the common goal is the same and everyone helpful. sometime when the others want to do A and i want B, i will move to join whoever was doing B. but i realised there are a handful (not much really) that will want others to help them- check if they are doing the right thing or not, but when they are suppose to return the favor... they just say "i can't leh. i'm very stupid one leh. i don't know leh" woa lau..... these people are the classic passive aggressive sort i felt. 1 thing was too much, so ever since that this lady had been on my blacklist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such built up of grumbles and 'unjust' had been eating me inside. before i blame others for my failure, i must let it out of my system and get back to my orginal state of me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebooting in progress.........................................=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-2474260131828094245?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2474260131828094245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=2474260131828094245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/2474260131828094245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/2474260131828094245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/07/rebooting.html' title='rebooting'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-6990720071467433322</id><published>2009-06-26T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:59:58.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rumbles and grumbles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;bengawasolo cake is dry and really eekkyy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some pple just lack the leadership and confidence&lt;br /&gt;(regardless how old they r or how clever they may be)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ice-cream + cornflake is not a good combo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mothers tend to be really naggy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my mom is certainly a type A personality (ok, me too)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people are often too polite to be nasty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my over concern and expectation is a killer (killing me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my total disengagement after any event of disappointment is not good for my social life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i am too rigid and too full of myself at times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i am not really very helpful and friendly&lt;br /&gt;(so stop PISSING me off &amp;amp; stop think i am the expert!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pay is good, nursing isn't&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people are kind in nature but things just go really wrong along the way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;electric violin is good and damn cool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going according to the instructed is way more tougher than doing the disapproved way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i rather score lower but is answerable to my conscious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everyday is a new learning experience&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;a few things happened over the past 48 hrs that make me BOIL but for my personal mental health i had let it be but its still fuming within. trying to do my couseling assignment but hitting nails and thumbtacks along the way. thankfully my Hb is 12 enough for my to bleed for a long time before collapsing! lol... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-6990720071467433322?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6990720071467433322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=6990720071467433322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/6990720071467433322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/6990720071467433322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/06/rumbles-and-grumbles.html' title='rumbles and grumbles.'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-916881716883037944</id><published>2009-06-24T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:21:15.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>break wk (11)</title><content type='html'>its week 11 which is to say i had studied for almost 3 months already! 5 more months to official byebye NYP. today i went back to school for skill practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IA line com'on baby!&lt;br /&gt;ECG no problem til you ask me to interperet it. =P&lt;br /&gt;suction not too bad but damn u if u want me to go solo on an intubate pt (whats the close system for huh!? tell me!!)&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for intubation? hmm... not so sure abt it but pray hard hard not my test skill!&lt;br /&gt;cardio monitoring and defil. bring it on baby!! VT, VF, AF, AV, PEA- watever u maybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so am i ready for the skill test? hmm... honestly i prefer real life to clinical test! =P *touch wood* i think i am ready but i need to buck up on my theory part. what is that for and why is and not that? skill-wise sure can pass one lar but if want me to explain i will err...orh....err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio result is out. and guess wat!!! *drum roll* i got A!!! heehee... i didn't really study and i got it! when i heard 1 failure i tot it sure me already but nah... not me!! lucky nobody took up my bet if not i will be broke now! =P for some werid reason this selfish me felt so unjust for those classmates of mine. they studied so hard and was rattling standard answers during our group discussion but got C or at most B only. i feel angry... how can like that!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why i had felt so strongly for those classmates and i realised maybe that is a trait of being mature?! the childish me would jump ard in pride and joy telling pple my achievement and forcing my joy upon others. but now i am actually stand in other's position and shut my trap up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from my post, u may had guess it...i am fine now. the initial days after i start my meds it was terrible. now i am slowly getting use to the bitter-after taste and the feel emotionally uplifted. hanging out with my brothers, sister and mummy does wonder! even if i didn't talk much abt my prob/ tots or cry being with them makes me feel filled and whole. =) thank you people, thank you my dear Creator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-916881716883037944?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/916881716883037944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=916881716883037944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/916881716883037944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/916881716883037944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/06/break-wk-11.html' title='break wk (11)'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-5891277102927507885</id><published>2009-06-17T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:07:54.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thyroidism</title><content type='html'>this is great just great... my bld result is back and my T4 is high although my TSH is normal. Hb is great 12. great just great... i finally find the reason for my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palpitations&lt;br /&gt;Nervousness&lt;br /&gt;"alertness" (insomnia)&lt;br /&gt;Breathlessness&lt;br /&gt;Increased bowel movements&lt;br /&gt;Light or absent menstrual periods&lt;br /&gt;Fatigue&lt;br /&gt;Fast heart rate&lt;br /&gt;Trembling hands (some days only)&lt;br /&gt;Warm moist skin&lt;br /&gt;Hair loss&lt;br /&gt;Staring gaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the s/s of hyperthyroidism. what a joke! none of my family members has it and i don't have that classic physical features. my eyes aren't popping out, my hands aren't shaking all the time and i don't have a enlargen gland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my take is that my hectic work demand on the job (esp) is killing me slowly. screwing my glands and driving me in a weird human. babies making can be a gone case totally if i am going to have to be on med.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treatment as for as a train RN (me) can tell is- med til the s/s are controlled, no seaweeds, no seafood and preferably no babies. how now? the road ahead seems rather dark. well.... welcome to darkness i suppose.... this is where luke's lao bei turns into darth vader&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-5891277102927507885?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/5891277102927507885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=5891277102927507885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/5891277102927507885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/5891277102927507885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/06/thyroidism.html' title='thyroidism'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-253798653718725846</id><published>2009-06-12T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T05:20:56.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>u make me smile =)</title><content type='html'>today i pop in to the ntuc pharamcy near my flat for a quick glance and something in my advance dip uniform and when i pop back out of it i was stopped by a familiar face. my ex-patient's son! he is such a caring son (to his mom) that everyone in my room will remember him. he will speak to his mom and sayang her, talk to her in their teochew dialect and even sing to her! wow... i remember the singing part because his mom was nurse next to our nursing counter and that was the time when that little nyonyah show was on... that's the guy that sing to his dying mom remember? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway he said hi to me and i asked how am i. he thot i had changed job and is now working at the pharmacy! lol... i said no lar. i am studying now and i ask how he was too. then i asked why he was in this area, i tot his mom was hospitalised again. (his mom always come in as DIL-Max Ward Management one!!) but thank God he was just walking around the plaza for leisure. heehee... we exhanged a few more words then bid good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really sweet to be greeted by ex-patients/ family. embrassing, yes but really really sweet. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-253798653718725846?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/253798653718725846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=253798653718725846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/253798653718725846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/253798653718725846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/06/u-make-me-smile.html' title='u make me smile =)'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-8503780906926902645</id><published>2009-06-06T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:57:06.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heaven is a wonderful...</title><content type='html'>heaven is a wonderful place,&lt;br /&gt;full of glory and grace,&lt;br /&gt;i want to see my saviour's face,&lt;br /&gt;heaven is a wonderful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i study (regarding medicine but not medicine) the more i feel the saddness in a really ill human. not as if they want to be born that way (congenital diseases) nor can they choose to continue to live (intubate, medicine/ surgical treatment) or die. because death is a taboo word even in the westen world. if u r sick, so sick that the drs and u mutally understand the days are limited, u must continue to live even if its painful and tortmenting to u. even if u want to live, the disease will eventually come and eat u up. u can prolong that life but u can't enhance the quality of it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not against treatment and surgery. i am all for it. yet, i think pallative care is too 'new-age' for it to be used across the board. if medical-surgical trained nurses are "jacks of all trades", the pallative nurses are so too. dying is a great topic to learn, its a process helping the patient and those around him/her getting through it is not easy but certainly fulfilling. when death eventually occurs, the pallative nurse no longer is just a nurse to them but had already become family, become friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my basic dip, i went for deg. and now i am doing my adv dip. what else next i sometime will think about it. masters? (so i can fulfill my dream? afterall i am not young anymore.) but i felt if i really do that, it will be just a pure persude of paper and the need for a stepping stone to the next level. think and think... i thought maybe i will do another dip. in pallative care. afterall ever one will die (and needs too!) and its a good business. =P okay economic-wise i need to think of my earning and keeping rite? but emotionally i think its a beautiful job, just like mid-wives find delivery babies beautiful. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's next in the coming 2010? i no babies, no rupture (yah, its a Godly thing) -which i wonder if i will qualify or not cuz i am really not that good girl leh and no hiccups....i think that is what i will be doing. although hopefully the babies and rupture part will come true! heheee... if i really kena brought up to heaven... then all my non-believers suritiees will pull hair liao... cuz need to pay my bond $$!! lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-8503780906926902645?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/8503780906926902645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=8503780906926902645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/8503780906926902645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/8503780906926902645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/06/heaven-is-wonderful.html' title='heaven is a wonderful...'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-5023553845829820428</id><published>2009-06-06T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:36:38.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wk 7 and going</title><content type='html'>its week 7 of sch and i am tuning in to the rhythm and demand. although there is constantly little/no supply, the demand is endless! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio test wk 8, med-surg test wk 9 and my degree last exam (hopefully nothing happens) in that wk 9 too. *sweat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;field visit had brought me to places (actually 3 only so far. =P) i felt general ward w speciality focus is well... just a general ward (in my view), people are more friendly and patients are happier (is it because they are more well?). HD setting... err... i think its something that i can handle. patients are generally rather well but not 100% yet, communcation with patients is easier but maybe the visitor's restriction limit patients aren't generally very cheerful but good for nurses, peace and quietness but enough communication to cheer one up. ICU... i don't like! people must be very stress there, not friendly- team work yes but on the job goofy-ness *shake head* nah... they aren't very friendly or approachable i feel. but my "smelly-face" will fit that setting best cuz everyone is like that even when not so busy. too stressful i felt, even when things are fine they are just waiting for things to happen so very tense up. also the patients are so so messy with all the different tubes, cables and lines sticking in and out of them. very messy i don't like. plus patients are generally just sleeping (is it cuz the air-con?! good to sleep mah) all the time, even when their aren't they are just too weak/ breathless/ restless (due to abnormal pH, etc) to hold a quality conversation. oh... and the families must be very anxious sort, i can't really stand people coming to me every hour, min and day just for updates. although i understand the feeling of helplessness and anxiety, i am just a human not a saint who just want to get my work done before tell people "i feel your concern about your papa's condition, would you like to talk about it and let me see how i can help you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard a friend is pending promotion to SSN, post-adv dip. i am glad for him and i am sure he will fit the position well with his organized thought process and great EQ. then i thought... what about me? no...i am not jealous about his promotion! i am fearful that i might not be wise enough, smart enough and totally unable to fit into the SSN position,  if the door open for me after grad. what if i cannot explain the pathophysiology and dx management to the patients, my jrs and even myself? what if i can't recognise an abnormal ECG, IA/ CVP reading or fail to explain the actions of the medicines? can i really fit into that position, that expectation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that fear sort of overcomes me then i thought... my desire to be an APN run my own pracitice. if i can't even be a SSN how the hell can i be an APN and allow patients to trust me and let me hold their hands thru illness and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-5023553845829820428?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/5023553845829820428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=5023553845829820428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/5023553845829820428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/5023553845829820428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/06/wk-7-and-going.html' title='wk 7 and going'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-6288524997368537210</id><published>2009-05-26T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T02:35:22.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>its tuesday</title><content type='html'>yes, tuesday and my 1st grp presentation. i WAS disappointed to the point of wanting to vomit blood and jumping off the building at the stage of preparing the slides and etc. haha... i always do the both that sometime it lose its impact! haha... anyway back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the source for my frustration was a couple of people that did not seem to know how to answer to the question and when they do seems to see the light they were quick to lose it. sad for them. selfish me says "its ok let them be" but helpful me slaps myself and says "if they don't get it, we will all sink and die. help them!!" so... the helpful me wins...violence always win anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to help them (and myself actually) i re-did their work (i was technically doing at least 50-60% of all the work!!!) and then i had to explain to them how the pathophysiology was. i was so pissed!! i had stayed up til 5am, sleeping only 2-3hrs to get things in place and...... argh.... OMG!!! if u had told me u had read it up, should not u then at least understand it enough to relate to the charts and pointers i arranged?! i know full well that i looked terrible (black face, grumy..) and i sound terrible (snappy, etc) but i did not shout at them. so i did my best at controlling myself. i was just *sigh* ...let it be... i think the next level is to learn how to smile at pple who hurt me but habour evil thots within?! lol... maicham like some hong kong drama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting off the track, i realised that i had changed! i used to scream and insist things go MY WAY but now i keep it in and use my action to demand it to be my way but if it doesn't i will just sulk a little and let it be. is that a sign of maturity? (i am 30+ it better be! lol) or had i become so care-less that i don't bother to want to change anything anymore!? i dunnoe really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the presentation... today i am at peace. i no longer care if the girls understand or not. the slides had been submitted and our fate is sealed. wheneven when our time was running out and we didn't manage to complete our presentation. i was fine. pple had wanted to talk abt things i told them no need and stretch out the time, i am fine. i only presented 1 slide! lol... better still no need to talk that much. although a little sad that my effort (put into the preparation) is not fully exhibited. i can just say... i did my part and i am at peace with myself and God. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another event that shook me a little was the new addition of a friend in my facebook. someone that i thot had DIED had added me as friend! its serious i will not lol. there are really very very very few friends that i really will call as friend-friend sort. most of those pple are just pple that i had spent a good period of time with and that i had gotten along well with. but this friend is a friend. when i allow someone into my heart, i will care and truly feel for her/him. although i may not act it out often nor talk abt it day n nite, i do. yes.. i have serious issue with bonding and trust. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this friend which i thot will be a life long friend had finally came back into my life after a long time being away. i had always thot of her as my best friend, in the past! am i happy? i can't decide for now. after all she had 'left' me long time ago, refusing to answer my call and just as if she was died her everything abt her vanish out from my life. i wasn't one that wanted it but she had. i didn't know her reasons and i don't intend to now. i think bits of my heart had die along with her disappearance. i used to wonder why she had done what she did, was it because she was ill and didn't want anyone to know? did she run into some prob? maybe she left sg to somewhere else? 4 yrs after... i don't really bother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that she had return, what is she to me and how will i relate to her? i am still thinking. but 1 thing that kept coming back to me was... never ever talk to a friend or in fact anyone abt money (of possible link to money) issue. be it loaning or lending money or even asking pple to sign ur bond or guarantee anything. pple can just disappear after such thing, even if they r online as evidenced by the status they r on msn/ facebook. its just vanished....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall these things, i realised i had grew to be more cynatic abt things. but i find it really hard to smile and say hi to pple that had hurt me or that i personally don't feel particularity comfortable with. perhaps that's the problem when i make a pledge to GOd not to lie again. sigh... i think i miss God, miss Him so much that i just wish that i can just be where He is forever and never get emotionally moved or disturbed by things, humans or even animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy...damn it... sound all so depress and shit... np... i will recover. i just need a good sleep and happy foods. asa asa fighting esther!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-6288524997368537210?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6288524997368537210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=6288524997368537210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/6288524997368537210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/6288524997368537210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-tuesday.html' title='its tuesday'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-7604796669584220006</id><published>2009-05-19T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:50:20.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@ random</title><content type='html'>i reserve my rights to talk about anything i want to. just a random statement. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headache.. not a figure of speech but literally that. wonder why my ICP is raised. perhaps not enough sleep. school is finally getting interesting... after the heart system... everything else is interesting!!! heehee... we had a lecture on brian and the lecturer is damn cool. i like everything about her- her style of teaching (clear and straight to the point), her poise, her dressing, etc. the lung had been interesting too but i felt too much had been poured into the heart system. maybe its a compensation for those coming from the cardio-thoraxic area- such a specialise and important area but there isn't any specialised cert. for this group of tanlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body is aching. my assignment is due but the bit of writting up my assignment is a terrible. i hate to write. despite my desire and goal to be an APN which requires at least a master degree, i think i will be happy to settle for less? argh... age is a factor, my unwillingliness to write more assignment another and of cuz money is yet another. my dream of having my own practice/ medical home is seemingly going to brust. if only i had firmed out my goals still the day i was born wasn't it great? yet we human can't make up our mind on what we want and spend time skirting round the real important stuff til it too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the back of my neck hurts and sometime i can even feel my brain going into a spasm. heehee.. if i ever stroke out during my course of study will i still have to pay back the bond deed? lol.. getting old is no joke man! too many health issue to worry abt... i am still in denial stage, thus explain the mindless eating. =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-7604796669584220006?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/7604796669584220006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=7604796669584220006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/7604796669584220006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/7604796669584220006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/05/random.html' title='@ random'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-2520532977697883184</id><published>2009-05-14T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:32:18.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>present...</title><content type='html'>i gotten a "WONDERFUL" gift from my new school its running nose. anyway keen to receive the gift just find a seat in random in my lecture hall/ class and breath deeply. to be more proactive in getting the gift, run to the nearest person or the person who had been coughing the loudest and choose either of the following: 1- hug her/him 2- use ur hand and touch her nose/ mouth and in turn do the same to u nose/mouth 3- smear ur face onto her/his table (surely the cough droplet had landed around there) 4- request to sit infront of her/him and have her/her cough all over ur hair and don't wash it for days. there u have it... the wonderful ways to get the wonderful gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-2520532977697883184?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2520532977697883184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=2520532977697883184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/2520532977697883184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/2520532977697883184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/05/present.html' title='present...'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-4664539004690374774</id><published>2009-05-12T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T02:37:40.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna scream!</title><content type='html'>the tutors are plain yucky!!! my o my.. how can it be?!?!?! i suppose if the person that had gotten the job to work in a teritary setting surely this person/ people ought to had gotten good education to work as a 'teacher' of some sort. but *sigh*... i want to scream!!! honestly if i can rattle off all the results of a normal ABG and can is able to read the results, i won't be sitting in the room. and if the method of teaching is to 'drill this concept and reading in to your brain" then kindly explain how on earth are we (no, ME) going to remember the reading only after 1 min (or maybe 1/2 a sec) of u flashing ur slides? the concept of giving the notes out after lesson, i know... to reduce distraction but surely r u positive it works (any literature/s to support?) while the audiences are learners? notes will help the learner refer and verify the taught. i simply have no idea why young kids need to buy textbooks then. maybe MOE should just issue them the book after the entire yr is over?! *shake fist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i am getting over judgemental. the tutors have too much up their sleeves handling us and the other courses learners. but... the stress had indirectly been channel to us, so why can't i then complaint? (no no.. i nvr email/ write letter) pls get organised!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. 2!! will those pple that are coughing STAFF included pls wear a mask! everyone are healthworker (or were in some point) can't understand the importance meh? with the swin flu (H1N1, i stand corrected) going ard still (its not even GREEN YET!!!) is it so hard to be a little street smart to be more aware and be careful?!?! I AM SERIOUSLY GOING TO WEAR A MASK TOMOR!!! IDIOTS COUGHERS COUGH ALL U WANT AND U WILL SEE ME HANDING U A MASK. DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wat if u rn't having a fever?! u rn't god and nobody want any part of ur body fluid or virus!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-4664539004690374774?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4664539004690374774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=4664539004690374774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/4664539004690374774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/4664539004690374774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/05/wanna-scream.html' title='wanna scream!'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-5691025966700217676</id><published>2009-05-03T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T04:52:52.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school had just started for barely 2 weeks and flu type A hits. clinical field trips had been hold off, actually i am in a way glad. we can have more time to study or to prepare for the assignment and presentation. although i am interested to observe what goes on in different disciplines and wards, i doubt wat 1 day can impart to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my co-workers back in the ward are complaining abt the mask, the heat, the visitors, etc. but on the hindsight, lesser visitors and lesser 'anything also want to admit" patients. i think its a great time to work now, nurses can really give their undivided care to their patients. of cuz i can imagine the amount of phone calls!! if the relatives can't be there to pester the nurses physically, there is always other ways to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish my friends well and hope nothing will befall on them. 1 courage award is enough, i pray we will never have to start another courage award in the name of another healthcare worker. i wonder how are the 2 boys of fatimah coping after their mom's departure yrs ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-5691025966700217676?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-942245732825610631</id><published>2009-04-28T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:45:14.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a dumping ground?</title><content type='html'>it was not the first time hearing it but its sad and makes me wonder abt myself too. many people had told me so-and-so was sent for adv.dip because the ward sister want to 'kick' him/her out it was the best and softest way to do so. i wonder if i belong to the cat. because on talking/ listening to other classmates, i seems to have all those undesired traits that they 'hate' back in their ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this makes me wonder... if i was 'kick' out. but on 2nd tot, even if the bosses had grown to dislike my mannerism and unsmiley ways, and 'kicked' me. that was what i want to do. so i shouldn't let feeling over-rules me. i am fine the way i am and so i will make the best of my learning opportunity and be at ease with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's presentation went smoothly! everything was great..great...great!!! i so want to shout out to the world, to be proud and boastful. we did it so well that the others after us seems to 'copy'. heee.... also we covered so much ground that without a doubt the words 'diligent' was written all over our faces! lol... the other teams were presenting on things that are already in place/ on pliot. all they need were to copy and bring out the protocol but we did from bottom up. so i am proud of us being so hardworking. shortcut will not lead to learning but i realised many are there just to pass and get the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD THINKING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-942245732825610631?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-5485277664677501037</id><published>2009-04-24T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:38:13.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its sad... when u live in denial</title><content type='html'>advance science had not allow us to cure cancer! i like that statement, its frank, its blunt but its true. we can avoid it, reduce it and maybe try to remove it hoping it won't come back again. but what the nature had dished to us, we got to accept it at some point or other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ethical problem- cancer pt is at her last stage of her disease, she is going to die this way or that. will you encourage chemotherapy again? aiming to reduce the size of the growth and to slow it down. pt however will be suffering the side-effect of it and with her reduced immunity infection may set in during the cause of chemo. when that happens, the infection may be so bad that it may even cost her to depart earlier. the patient is unable to decide for herself as she is sub-normal and she leaves decision making to her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a person that had seen the pain in the eyes of that pt, my tot was why reduced her pain but prolong her suffering? yet her family was keen in every measure to preserve her life. not that i want her to die but where is the quality of life if the only sole target is to lengthen her stay on earth? the family is clearly in denial. they think she will overcome it but the drs had told them its stage 4- cancer cells are moving everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that she is gone. the family is lodging a complaint on this and that. days after she had departed the family is still in denial, thinking/ blaming others for the death. why did you do this or that when she was like that....etc. etc. yet the order was for basic comfort care which meant to say to make her comfort in her last days, hours and minutes. we aren't going to aggressive bring her back to life if she was gone. the basic comfort care order was made after a family conference and family agreed on that. yet i wonder if they truly understand what that meant cuz it seems they wanted more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am totally dishearten by the family that 1 moment was shaking our hands and thanking us for the care we gave to the pt and yet on the other moment writting in to complaint. i wonder what does the decease think abt it. cuz i believe nobody can understand and feel more than the pt, herself. had we done enough? did we delay the respond? could anything be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotion wells up within me as i type this. i am glad she is gone, gone to be at peace with her maker. if the complaint comes through and i got to be call back to answer for the many questions thrown onto the table, i will gladly take my stand and be grounded on my answers and believes. i had done all that i could, i treated her with utmost respect, i had came to love her more than a pt and my love was pure. she was almost like a dear sister to me, if i was to nurse my own sister i won't do any more or less than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is short and dying is real. we are all dying, its a process that had started the moment we were born only hasten by means or accidents and illness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-5485277664677501037?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/5485277664677501037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=5485277664677501037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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heart-string</title><content type='html'>i am now travelling daily (most) to another part of singapore. i need to change trains or bear with a long bus trip (almost end to end) or of cuz spend lots of money on cab. my only way to save a little, is to try to avoid taking cab but if need be i still have to. the cab fare is 3x my regular fare from home to the hospital!!! heart-pain, wallet dry!! woawh.... i would normal take the train home to try to save some $$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 1 very drained and mentally clustered day, on a train ride home, i saw a young mother w her child (in the pram). she was standing as there weren't any seats available. standing directly across the train from her, i could see her rather clearly. i saw the movement of those little limbs. the child was playing with her(i think its a girl) fingers and trying to pull her socks off. then she started grabbing the hold-bar next to her pram. i guess bar being cold was rather interesting to her cuz she kept tapping the bar and trying to hold it with her small little hands. the lady sitting in the seat next to the hold-bar looked really tired and she look rather sad (maybe cuz too tired?!). the child's hands occassionally will 'drop' onto the lady's lap whenever she fails to grab the hold-bar. the mother might not had realised that, if not i am sure she will tell the child not to touch strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterawhile the child's hand found new pleasure in touching the lady's legs! her movements were so gentle and seems like sayang-ing (stroking) the lady in a very comfortable and reassuring manner. the lady's expression relaxes as she stared at the child. i think the child smiled and her and the lady smiled back. the tiny fingers than stretch out and as if asking to grab the lady's fingers. it was really a touching moment for me at that point. yes, i do get touch, amused and inspired by the tiniest little things in life. the lady did not offer her fingers but reminded smiling to the child. next stop.... beep beep beep.. it was time for good byes, i walked out for the train and was left wondering... what happened to the child and the lady next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how that tiny child get so powerful and influence an otherwise sad looking, tired person to cheer up. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-1177577299080137927?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1177577299080137927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=1177577299080137927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/1177577299080137927'/><link 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before jumping back to school the feeling i got from my current classmates is totally different from our accelerated class back then. hmm... i wonder if it is because we are advancing instead of the basic? or if its because even if all had been working for the past years, the actual age is still relatively young? hmm... organisation can still improve, communication too. and my lecturer should really work on less intimidating her students. if we are studying because we are stress but not truly enjoying it, i feel damn sad. i am feeling damn sad now. instead of enjoying myself learning new things, i am cursing it whenever she ask us to pull out a piece of paper to do an impromtu test. i am targetting to be politically correct because this is an open blog (i don't intend to close it anyway), i need to watch my back in case someone from somewhere sees it. still... being critical, judgemental and still adjusting, i have nothing much more than grumble and sigh sigh sigh. i hope things will turn better but i seriously doubt it. i don't think the entire class will be exteremly cohesive but as long as we are 'glued' enough to get it moving along, i think it should be fine. yah... i'm back.. the jaded one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-7569956998268622318?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/7569956998268622318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=7569956998268622318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/7569956998268622318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/7569956998268622318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-class-new-adjustment.html' title='new class new adjustment'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-5112799575096984137</id><published>2009-04-18T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:39:13.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the goodbyes</title><content type='html'>ever heard a death rattle as loud as a drum? i had! and this time it was hard to break it to the ever-hopeful family. honestly i hate those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;/staff that wants to play it safe by giving hope to the people that are clearly at the end of the road already. no, i don't mean to hurt but at least state the fact and prepare those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was clear that she was going, i told her sister- "she is not looking good." sister cried. according from my other staff, another sister had consulted a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;' that told them that everything is well its just the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;phlegm&lt;/span&gt; that is causing the problem otherwise with that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;phlegm&lt;/span&gt; gone the patient will still be good enough to fight the disease. when i heard that i wanted to kill that so called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;', its crazy to raise the family hope to great height only to crush it when the reality hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to be down right evil by saying "ya, going to die anytime now" but honestly i stated the fact, it will be soon. but the soon came a little too soon, i tot it will be at least 1 more day but... i am glad she is no longer suffering. yet at the same time, the wailing disturbed me... so much that i got to step in and ask the family to set her off in peace. i believe when the body stop functioning, the soul/ spirit is still present. seeing the other sisters crying and calling a dead body to wake up, will really ache the leaving spirit/soul. so i asked the sisters to say something good, nice or soothing to set her free and also to send her in peace. the wailing turned to muffed crying. i felt their pain. it was the same location that their mom was packed, years ago. how weird?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am glad i had relieved her suffering just before i go. as the sisters held my hands and called me to thanks me, i said "i am glad that i did the last office for your sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i am leaving already. seeing her relieve of her suffering i am really thankful" weird things to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;? but of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i did the politically right thing by telling them to look on the brighter side and keep their spirits up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another girl (a long-stayer) was sad too. she knew that patient was not looking well already but the wailing and crying made her wanted to cry too. lucky (God is great!), someone came to visit her and they spoke for a long time. i think that took her mind off the other patient. with the back 1/2 only left with 2 patients after the patient is brought to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mortuary&lt;/span&gt;, i wonder can they sleep tonight or will they be spooked by the event?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;... i shall have the answer cm am. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-5112799575096984137?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/5112799575096984137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=5112799575096984137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the feeling of getting back to school where i crampled my 2 years reading and making sense studying is really weird. everything is the same yet so different. i went to the library after submitting my documents and found my ex-classmates studying in there. it felt like we are still classmates but the fact is that they are students there but i am not (at least not yet). it was nice to be in a library, the stillnes of the air with voices interacting in hush hush manner with the fear of being picked by the librarian felt great. but the smell of the dirty carpet nearly suffocated my to death! lol... yah, its great to be a student (full-time) again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-9176463900878105948?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-3474116374581882983</id><published>2009-03-23T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:24:32.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing is constant in life only..changes. change is inevitable and although i thought i love changes, i am wrong. i prefer not the boat not to rock when the wave is still and the air is fresh of cuz unless i am the one that initial the rocking. heehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past when there is massive movement such as people leaving/ transfering out, i get upset and depress but now when i hear others leaving or witness others transfering out, i keep my cool and smile. perhaps its cuz i don't throw in as much feelings and desire bonding with others? afterall people are bound to leave and eventually it just me alone, so saving the heartache and painful goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my workplace will surely be different when i am back in 1 year time. but then again... i might never step into my current ward again. =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-3474116374581882983?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3474116374581882983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=3474116374581882983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/3474116374581882983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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dip? so... i waited and waited and finally the result came, i am accepted! =) keekee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was initally planning to leave after august, if i was not offered anything. =p go to another org. and experience different things, or at least go to another ward to learn new stuff. being accepted in med-surg give me exposure to increasing more things and diseases. i think the stress level is going to be high but the thrill of learning (if only with no exam!!!) is wonderful. plus tat will means sat and sun and public holiday will be officially off!!! lol... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-2420283659201823090?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2420283659201823090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-5402665237514712376</id><published>2009-03-23T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T06:30:15.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rumbles...</title><content type='html'>taxi drivers must be hit hard these days that they must restort to dishonest way/s to get more money in the most justified way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my recent and numerous encounters-&gt; tell mr cab driver to stop "here pls", he will move the car a little more and til the $$ jumps another 20 cents then stop completely. the 1st few times, i thot never mind its only 20 cents. but now i think it totally dishonest and shamless! the tactic of moving the car, forces the client to stay on the cab, who in their right mind will jump out of the car?! but also when the car is struck in a taxi-stand, but i am running late already, i just want to hop out of the cab and run into the building but mr taxi driver will step on his accelerator to 'pump out more petrol" to increase the fare. *pull hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recession = an increase in crooks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-5402665237514712376?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/5402665237514712376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=5402665237514712376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/5402665237514712376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/5402665237514712376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/03/rumbles.html' title='rumbles...'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-981849209183630413</id><published>2009-03-12T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:54:36.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wound workshop</title><content type='html'>interesting workshop. but i wonder why only S&amp;amp;N doing such talks? it seems the other companies aren't very interested in getting out business? we are talking of MASsIVe amount of $$, why aren't they doing the much needed marketing and advertisement? perhaps they don't have enough $ to start the money rolling in or the lack of expert? hmm,....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found 1 area particularly interesting to me. flushing the wound with solution vs the traditional cleansing with guaze/ cotton dipped in solution. i remembered being taught by someone (wonder who...hmm..) that if we cleansed with the guaze/ cotton we can mechanically "wipe" off the 'dirt' or whatever that is sitting on the surface of the wound but if we flush the wound the 'dirt' would not be totally cleared out. so i had always support the traditional method of cleansing the wound unless left with no choice (deep but with narrow entrance wound) then i will have to flush. yet i still disapproved flushing cuz not all of the 'dirty solution' will be flushed out... err... hard to explain maybe let me draw an example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; the patient's wound cavity is 4 cm deep and 5 x 7 cm wide. slough covered the surface of the wound and the exudate is moderate. let says we flush the wound with N/S and by means of gravity, the top of the wound is adequately cleansed via the flushing method but... the top of the wound kept having a pool of 'used solution' building up. the area in my view is thus not totally or thoroughly cleansed. although we will end our cleansing with drying the wound with gauze but... the bottom was still not cleansed. instead of saying it was flushed clean, i would think of it as soaked. (get me point?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when the Sis said we should FLUSH the wound, i was a bit err... in doubt. but my co-workers all agreed that it should be the way to go. hmm... o_O?? i wondered. so i got on to curtin univ. library online to search for research paper to support my view. this is what i found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13psi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;irrigation &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;using a 30-60ml syringe with a 18-20G needle &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;versus cleansing with gauze &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Infection One controlled trial without randomisation (Hollander et al 1998) compared wound infections and cosmetic appearance in wounds (non-bite, non-contaminated, facial and scalp lacerations) that were irrigated with normal saline and those that were cleansed with gauze and normal saline. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;No difference in infection rates between the groups was noted &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;however, optimal cosmetic appearance at the time of suture removal was higher in the non-irrigation group.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the situation above is on clean wound (which should heal regardless of lor) and i also saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Healing One trial (Griffiths et al 2001 ), undertaken on chronic wounds, reported that there was &lt;strong&gt;no statistically significant difference in the number of wounds that healed after cleansing with tap water or normal saline&lt;/strong&gt;. However, it should be noted that this trial was of a low power to detect a clinically important difference as statistically significant (49 wounds and only three infections).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cost analysis The use of tap water was reported to be inexpensive compared to the use of normal saline in the only RCT that reported this outcome (Griffiths et al2001). In 2001, the &lt;strong&gt;estimated cost per dressing using normal saline was AUD$1.43 plus the cost of the dressing, compared to AUD$1.16 using tap water. &lt;/strong&gt;The trial also indicated that if the wound was cleansed during showering, the only cost would be the dressing. Additional costs for the saline group included staff time, and materials and equipment used for the dressings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-981849209183630413?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/981849209183630413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=981849209183630413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/981849209183630413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/981849209183630413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/03/wound-workshop.html' title='wound workshop'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-3035185852385872116</id><published>2009-03-05T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:49:58.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>show u something very funny</title><content type='html'>was doing some research on F.Nightingale and these were what she said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;if the nurse is an intelligent being, and not a mere carrier of diets to and from the patient&lt;/strong&gt;, let her exercise her intelligence in these things" - here she was talking about common sense&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Nursing Theorist and their work, pg76&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she urges nurses to provide doctors with "not your opinion, however respectfully given, but your facts" She goes on to say, "&lt;strong&gt;if you cannot get the habit of observation one way or other, you had better give up the being a nurse, for it is not your calling, however kind and anxious you may be&lt;/strong&gt;"-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nursing Theorist and their work, pg78&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from air, light, warmth, diet, water, cleanliness and efficient drainage, she also said &lt;strong&gt;quiet&lt;/strong&gt; was 1 of the main factor for proper healing! i certainly wish the hospital will reinforce that, cuz there are just too many people chatting loudly, laughing and kids screaming along the corridors!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another tone..&lt;br /&gt;i think F.Nightingale was a damn cool lady and one with lots of might and zest. having been born into a privileged family with power and money, she was indeed the 'esther' of her time. God had position her strategically in that position for that special calling to be the agent of change. her being able to write and read gave her an advantage to communicate her finding and concern to the governors and others in power. although a female at that era is less looked upon, her family name placed her in such a position that the males had but no choice (even if MOST UNWILLINGLY) to look at her 'crap'. once past the initial hindrance, the figures and facts speak for itself. her advocating of cleanliness, clean water and proper drainage (sanitation) had brought more changes to human lives than the modern medical technology!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really... if you are new to nursing/ medicine, its one of the most trick MCQ question! clean water supply and proper sewage drainage system had saved more lives than modern medicine! of cuz, i recognise the effort put into sewage system and water supply from "Dr. John Snow, who showed that cholera was spread by water in 1854, and Edwin Chadwick, who came up with the idea of sewage disposal and piping water into homes in the 1840s. " &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sewerhistory.org/articles/wh_era/brit_med_journal_contest/Sanitation.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.sewerhistory.org/articles/wh_era/brit_med_journal_contest/Sanitation.pdf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now... that's quite a piece of information right? so the next time when u take a dump on ur toilet bowel remember... lots of people (past and present) would love to have a chance to be like u-shitting in clean toilet and being able to flush off the waste with just a simple press of a button!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-3035185852385872116?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3035185852385872116/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-1354874571850663069</id><published>2009-03-05T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:59:29.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>creative thinking and learning</title><content type='html'>just a tot came to my mind today as i was listening to the on-line lecture. the lecturer said something tat went like this "i am not here to provide you the answer. you must find it yourself but i will however provide you with the information"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went like..HUH? but if i am to seek for information not answers than why i need teacher, i might as well get a faciliator lor. i don't know if i am wrong to say that but i prefer teacher/ lecture telling me what is right and wrong, even if there is no ABSOLUTE wrong than tell me where and when should it be applied to make it good enough? i am getting all confused and frustrated with these "think for yourself" mode. if u throw a kid just a potty and u expect the kid to potty train themselve?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any teachers out there to straighten my thots?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-1354874571850663069?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1354874571850663069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=1354874571850663069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/1354874571850663069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;time passes so fast when its with you. i'm so glad that i gonna have a long holiday soon. yet feel so wasted as i can't work together with you any more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to me, every moment spending with you is jus so happy and so fun. you make me wanna laugh from inside and turn my prcp into such a wonderful and enjoyable experience. thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the letter went on... its nice to know that i have created such an impact in the life of another human. i wish our patients write their thank you cards more often cuz knowing in actual fact that people enjoy us being around them is really rewarding (and stroke our ego!), at least to me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wish for her is that she will grow up to be the nurse that she wish she can be and have great confident in herself. may God guide every single step that she takes and send pretty angels to protect her from nasty evil people. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-1527607875428648691?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1527607875428648691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=1527607875428648691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/1527607875428648691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/1527607875428648691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-proud-person.html' title='i am a proud person'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-8756303584846211069</id><published>2009-01-30T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:44:02.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile</title><content type='html'>the new photos place at block 4 serves an attention diverter to those waiting at the atm queue and also as a motivation to the staff of the organisation. serve with a heart and get recongised for ur hardwork that is what the company is aiming to drill into its people, a sense of pride, belonging and be appreicated. but read any management book it will tell u, its the way a good big boss should do to keep its staff happy even if it means nothing much but to the staff its a long way. lol... all these brain washing... yet sadly i do buy that idea. haha... dumb rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the previous pictures were placed in mini-beehive sort of arragement so... do that means we are the bottom worker-bee rank? this year its arranged in the shape of love/ heart. haha... so we are loving people now huh? haha... anyway, since i was walking past it, i stop by for 5 mins and scanned thru the pictures to see who are on it. lots of staff from my ward are on it but maybe cuz i can recongised their faces, i 'see' more of them?! i am glad to spot a good number of my cohort (acc.) girls on it too. =) there were ~10 of us bonded to sgh and out of it at least 3 of us were placed on that wall, where are the rest of them? 2 had already broke bond, 1 was away studying, 1 busy being preg and giving birth last yr, 1 in OT (pts all sedated there, one how to nominate her?) there rest are here and there lar so can't remember them all liao. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am proud to say acc. students can and are just as good as the regular girls. although we come in with different backgrounds and perhaps seems 'slower' than the rest, we had proven ourselve good enough. =) sometime people see our age and trust our more, sometime because of our age, we had been through enough heartaches to empatise with the patients and their relatives. either case i trust that we had always strive to do good to all of our patients and that is comforting enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-8756303584846211069?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-315679743083971593</id><published>2009-01-30T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:20:30.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow... really?</title><content type='html'>wow.. my boss see me so up sia... recently i went for the code blue sort of course and i told my boss that i enjoyed it. she seemed amazed that i was not feeling stress but rather filled with interest and excitment. i applied for my post basic diploma (also known as the specialist diploma) which means this would eventually be the single path i will be walking in now. my boss asked me why didn't i consider other courses? although she also think its too late for us to be discussing about it, i had applied and so my fate is sort of sealed in that sense. i thought she meant to ask why no genro (study abt the aged), i told her i don't like dealing with old people. well...actually its too painful to deal with dementia people and old, weak, sick people. i hate it when i have to use 'force' on them in order for them to follow instruction, tie them to the bed so that they don't do anything silly eg.pull their plug, tubes, jump out of bed and fall, etc. i hate it when i have to keep reminding them not to scratch themselves til they bled or do this and that. i found myself reasoning with them and trying to make them understand but.... like it works with a 2 or 3 yrs old!? it never works!!! argh.... *pull hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway back to the topic, my boss said she meant why didn't i opt for critical care since i found that code blue thing interesting. i might like it there. my answer was that was not part of my long term plan plus i think i am too old for such excitment. =P a critical care nurse will forever be a nurse at most a nurse practioner? but once she/he is old and slow his wisdom and experience are better off as a textbook material. either he/she teaches in school or the clincal area, he is really not much of a use (i think). cuz these area does not requires much patient contact, once patients are well enough to be talking and calling for attention, they are send out to High Dep. or general ward. thus thus... my idea of travelling the world to serve the needed or setting up my own com.hosp. certainly does not fit in any of those training. good to know in case needed but as a nurse everyone SHOULD know what, its thought in school leh. but to go in-depth...err... not my cup of tea lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still...i am glad that my boss thinks so highly of me. heehee... the only downside of my decision to go for this opt is that its too general so it may means that i am going to be jack of all trade but master in none and if i don't seek to improve myself more i may end up neither here nor there. hopefully it will never be so. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this course, i intend to take up part-time pallative dip. and ,if God so willing, specialise in wound management. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-315679743083971593?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/315679743083971593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=315679743083971593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/315679743083971593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/315679743083971593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-really.html' title='wow... really?'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-5282768368507883533</id><published>2009-01-30T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:56:19.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are a team!?</title><content type='html'>recently there are some people (actually mainly just 1 old man) making life really diffcult for us missies. =( his expectation is nothing short of treat me and my likes just as we are 'actually' royal-kings! he wants it, he wants it NOW. we are not allow to make error in anything at all! while he/ his kind are ok, 'cuz we are humans' wtf are we then not humans?! perhaps i may speak as if i am too emotional or too quick to judge but he isn't all that grand. he actually said these to the fip. staff 1) "i never like fip. nurses" 2)"i thot all fip. can speak very good english, what happened to you?" that is so personal!! if you are unhappy with something, say it directed to the incident but not targetting to the PERSON, rite? fantasy that to be coming out from a man with experience in life and knowledage! i am so disappointed by him. maybe we such draft a forum letter and advocate for the right of the nurses to be treated as professional, as part of a healthcare team and more importantly as a human? so what if its the encomonical bad time? does that means in order to be in a job we must lick boots and become lesser of anything or anybody? we are human, all born equal in the eyes of GOd! if not for GoD medicine will never be what it is now! for the heart of God was planted in His children who see the needs for the fellow man thus the birth of this science. i had yet to be tormented by that old man but it is sad enough to have to act as if we are fighting fire everyday! yes to raising our awareness and standard of nursing but no to the unnecessary stress for nitpicking on every little stuff on nurses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know i am grumbling again. but i can't seems to be all sweet and chripy everytime (haha... in fact most of the time). i think i am a terrible human with evil and negative thots. thanksfully at least i target not to harm to fellow human in all that i do. =) i live by 3 simple verbs -&gt; fast, effective and amiable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-5282768368507883533?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-5139357166454479615</id><published>2009-01-15T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:02:36.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wound certification</title><content type='html'>i just got to know from a newsletter that i subscribe called the wound care (or something) that that is such a certification in USA! and in preparation for the test, a 17hrs course is now opened for registration in texas for all healthcare workers interested in that certification. the course is in march. i wonder if i will be interested for now i know i am. =) any sponser for US$450 + lodging (US$110 x 2 nights), i'll pay the airtickets and gst. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/01/wound-certification.html' title='Wound certification'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-4313553243470510942</id><published>2009-01-15T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:57:07.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life skill course for nurses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow... i enjoyed myself despite the stress involved. you see, we need to sit for a theroy and practical test at the end of the course thus the stress. the amount of stuff that i learnt is however far greater than the stress involved! no doubt it was just a refresher course for what i had learnt in my final year as a nursing student, it was in greater detail! afterall my last months as a student nurses was more of a relax, fun-loving mood since we all knew that part of the teaching is not directly involve in our passing grade. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet now as a real staff on the ground, i realised the importance of knowing the right thing and doing the right thing at the right time. it become increasing important to know when to pronounce a person BYE-BYE at least (since my ward is usually not very action intensed place).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ts3.images.live.com/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=331927725790&amp;amp;id=3dc536722c52e226013abbc5486ca908"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px" alt="" src="http://ts3.images.live.com/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=331927725790&amp;amp;id=3dc536722c52e226013abbc5486ca908" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the course i learnt how to read the EGC slip, what drugs to give and how, when to defib a person and how much and the greatest fun was how to intubate a person! although we will be doing none of the above in our actual ward, who knows?! maybe 1 day, it will come a time when nurses will be given the power and autonomy to function in that role when there is a delay in the medical team response? or maybe i may be recurited into a code team? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                            &lt;a href="http://ts2.images.live.com/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=332538465897&amp;amp;id=5e1f2717d904b1fa3903e66c8c43e2b1"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://ts2.images.live.com/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=332538465897&amp;amp;id=5e1f2717d904b1fa3903e66c8c43e2b1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love learning new things and it seems that if i transfer to A&amp;amp;E and ICU these will be part and parcel of the everyday work. =) would i consider doing so? hmm... i don't think so for the time being but i am REALLY looking forward to my advance dip in med-surg. if i am rejected, i will be REALLY REALLY upset. =( and if that really happens, i can't say for sure what i will do in reaction to that news. cuz from my point of view, i do have a rather positive track-record but of cuz there will always be people out there which are clever and longer in service than me that deserve the placement more than me. =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-4313553243470510942?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/4313553243470510942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-7820339055948618678</id><published>2009-01-12T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:50:54.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 the year of abundant living</title><content type='html'>that is the statement made by my church pastor. a promise from GOd for His children- that His children will not be in wants, for He will supply all that we needs. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, we got food and more food from our clients. heehee... even if they meant "aiyo, buy so much also can't finish" i gladly take it with gee. 1st of we had a box of chocolate then fruits then birdnest (wow!) and then nasi lemak. its so nice of them to feed me since i am really trying to cut back on all my expenses. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the next thing we receive are taxi-coupons so i can ride taxi for free! hehee... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-7820339055948618678?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/7820339055948618678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=7820339055948618678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/7820339055948618678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/7820339055948618678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-year-of-abundant-living.html' title='2009 the year of abundant living'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-1862280851836622534</id><published>2009-01-11T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T08:35:53.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointed</title><content type='html'>the 'young kids' nowadays don't have a heart i think. they just do things so that they can be done with it. don't care about anything at all. things finish using just leave there, waiting for who to clear? clearly cutting - this is my job that is your job, even if pple urge them to help, can say "wait lah, that is JSDK's job" that is how quality deteriorates. diff pple, diff style. i can't imagine how it will be like in 3 yrs time, if these young kids become "mummy" and teach their "daughters" the wrong stuff. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a sadist way, i am semi-excited to leave this place. either via education, transfer other places. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-1862280851836622534?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1862280851836622534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=1862280851836622534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/1862280851836622534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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be going to the lunch and the way JJ put it makes me want to laugh. here is the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ: Esther are you going for the lunch?&lt;br /&gt;Est: no.&lt;br /&gt;JJ: but YZD ask (call u-in mandarin) you go leh.&lt;br /&gt;Est (thinks i am too sensitive): wow... she call me, i must go meh? i got plans lar.&lt;br /&gt;JJ: then i think i don't want to go too.&lt;br /&gt;Est: orh... up to you lor. its a free country. anyway you are YZD favourite now. YZD wants to groom u.&lt;br /&gt;(converstation continue... just another hi-bye, fyi sort of talk. nothing deep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... i think i am really seriously considering the purpose of joining this Tmasterclub thing. Yes to public speaking but no to the true art of speaking? hehee... people that i seems to know can talk well in public but the choice of words that they use is TOTALLY horrifying. misunderstanding and petty shit araise because of the wrong use of words. =( why don't people realise it? or maybe its just here at my club? =_=??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other clubs that i been to (only 3 others actually... =P) have a positive, vibrate vibe to it but ours is dead serious and silence is GOLD! that is so ironic isn't it? anyway... i wish more people will join the club and i can be just a member that come and listen for entertainment. no more weird posting!! i love my life as it is.... afterall i think i have figure out there are pebbles and stones more worthy of my pursuing than tiny grains of sand that can hardly fill my jar. no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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words'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-5832538080783214891</id><published>2009-01-07T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:54:56.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rice</title><content type='html'>who knows there are so many rice strands in the world. rice being the staple of most asians (even the central asians) can be so different in taste and sizes. look careful enough u will see that some rice grains are longers, fats and their texture can be totally different too. what is your favourite? thai's fragrant rice or the unpolished rice from malaysia? maybe its the starchy jap rice? mine? i have yet to taste every single one of the those rice strands so i won't give my verdict. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are products of the BRYANI HOUSE they sell different rices with the standard bryani chicken, mutton or beef. there's turkish, iran's, afaganistan-ish rice. turkish is nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SWTrdads3uI/AAAAAAAAArc/n2isuqpZdIU/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288610752992435938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SWTrdads3uI/AAAAAAAAArc/n2isuqpZdIU/s200/DSC00146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SWTrd2yR5NI/AAAAAAAAArs/qrlaFgk8xCI/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288610760594941138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SWTrd2yR5NI/AAAAAAAAArs/qrlaFgk8xCI/s200/DSC00148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-8568486880892199174</id><published>2009-01-01T08:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:07:07.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nyDeXZS5ijY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nyDeXZS5ijY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song is good although the lyrics is a bit erhm... selfish?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-8568486880892199174?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/8568486880892199174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=8568486880892199174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/8568486880892199174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/8568486880892199174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2009/01/nice-song.html' title='nice song'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-3139421383877254867</id><published>2008-12-29T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:08:04.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aiyoo...</title><content type='html'>i am having a backache! a sovernior from KL to me. =( i have been taking panadol (the magic pill) with no help. damn that magic pill! with occassional sneezing (and if u know how i normally sneeze) the pain is aggravated. any more panadol i think i will have to be taken in for over-dosing. damn... how and what did i do to get this terrible backache?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title='aiyoo...'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-6666144711172340871</id><published>2008-12-28T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:54:06.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama = life?</title><content type='html'>different people have different preception of the same issue. steming from these differences comes different coping methods. its been a draining week. stuff i thot i rather watch in drama playing out in reality. thank God for His mercy i was just a second line supporting actress in this drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart bleeds for the people involved in the main casting. although i would love to skip forwards these terrible parts and go straight to the last episode, there isn't any available. i am just glad "out of sight = out of mind". this is 1 set of the dvd that i rather not keep nor replay but somehow i know it will autoplay itself in the episodes to come (just like some silly recap or flashback shit). still i am hopeful that the story will take interesting twist and turn that eventually we will see a 'happily ever after' ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in it all we all see the hand of God working in our midst, timing was just almost prefectly. despite the drama, with the coming in of different people and logistic things were settled in a less drama way. i pray that GOd will minister to everyone of us in His unqiue ways tailored to each ones' needs and level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps-u don't have to understand this, perhaps it is just a way for me to be creative in my writting. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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life?'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-6893441816379449918</id><published>2008-12-17T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:13:45.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pt_care'/><title type='text'>care of renal pt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i use my vox account to blog abt stuff i learn regarding nursing but i decided i will stop that. since there isn't much interaction there (although initally it was intended to be a ground for discussion and stuff...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so might just as well blog it for my own consumption bah. recently a specialist missy was invited to our ward for a talk on how to care for the renal pt. i love such talk. its catered for our specific needs. cuz we deal so much with overflowed renal pt, we should be adquately trained! and having a talk with a grp size of 10 to 15 allows more interaction. it was very informative and good! i so very love it! i love learning basically. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://indiakidneyhospital.com/hemodialysis/hemodialysis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://indiakidneyhospital.com/hemodialysis/hemodialysis2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;- haemodialysis (3x/wk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://indiakidneyhospital.com/paritoneal-dialysis/peritoneal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://indiakidneyhospital.com/paritoneal-dialysis/peritoneal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://indiakidneyhospital.com/paritoneal-dialysis/peritoneal1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;- peritoneal dialysis (daily, 5x/day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also now we know the difference btw AVG vs AVF. how old it takes to mature these 'lifeline' before it can be used. the importance of these 'lifelines' and how to care for them. the theraputic use of the meds-why r they ordered and how to max. the effect of the meds. also what are the options for a renal pt-&gt; HD, PD, transplant or pallative care. wats the difference btw dry wt vs wet wt. what really goes on during a HD session. what to do when a PD pt pass away-wat do we do with the tankcoff cath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is good that mina will be trying to get in other specialist missy to come and give us talks. topics includes, chest tube drainage (ambulating pt d/c w such drainage how to managed n teach the families), breast care (post op ref, f/u) and onco/ palliative. the down side of it is that WE (the ward staff) are expected to prepare such sharing session too. =( that is on top of our regular clinical case-study session. i like learning but preparing to give such talk/ casae study isn't my favourite activty. cuz if i teach stupid things i am doing others a dis-service and wasting others' time. =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://indiakidneyhospital.com/paritoneal-dialysis/peritoneal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-6893441816379449918?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6893441816379449918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=6893441816379449918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/6893441816379449918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/6893441816379449918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2008/12/care-of-renal-pt.html' title='care of renal pt'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-823763682011258321</id><published>2008-12-17T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:12:40.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an new experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SUkN4df2vAI/AAAAAAAAArU/KQ2Dri_W5ZY/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280767301710691330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SUkN4df2vAI/AAAAAAAAArU/KQ2Dri_W5ZY/s200/DSC00127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to malaysia... selemant datang ke malaysia. i also like this cute tiled sign. i love the cool turtle in sunglass and the beautiful (though faded) hibiscus. as far as i can remember as a kid it was there all the time. seeing it will mean that we are just minutes away from stepping into johor! but... things are changing or rather should i say changed? with effect of 16 dec the malaysia custom is now moved a few km from the old place. i was glad to be the 1st few hundreds/ thousand to be using it due to my recent visit to malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't manage to take pictures of the inside of the new custom but its really pretty, spacious and air-conditioned. although the ride up to the new place is a uphill task (literally), with a peaceful heart and non urgent pace we waited for our bus (170) to reach the new custom with a relatively joyful ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280766906677166178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SUkNhd4hgGI/AAAAAAAAAq0/4sWoY_qV3VQ/s200/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280766904123103810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SUkNhUXlmkI/AAAAAAAAAqs/dutimBwVlok/s200/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;these are pictures of the building from outside. it looks good. but my travelling mates seems to have plently to say about the distance and the functionability of the new custom. but i am hopeful that malaysia bolek! =) every new stuff will certainly face rejection in its initial phase hopefully the authority looks into the suggestions and make the necessary improvement. so that in years to come, this new custom will bring the malaysian proud and happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SUkNh15q_dI/AAAAAAAAArE/OickJFphiVQ/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280766913124433362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SUkNh15q_dI/AAAAAAAAArE/OickJFphiVQ/s200/DSC00125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what is left of the old building and location? just the run down structure of the past yellow buildings and replacing the long trail of cars/ buses is just a few polis-mini vans. the old custom looks oddly peaceful and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SUkNhk4yNjI/AAAAAAAAAq8/NLDdUaClVsI/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280766908557309490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SUkNhk4yNjI/AAAAAAAAAq8/NLDdUaClVsI/s200/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;while just a few meters south of the quiet old location, construction noises and steel rods sticking out of the ground is noted everywhere. look! a 'bridge/ road' that is 1/2 completed! my advise to people traveling on the new custom... just stick to the long trial of cars/ people jamming up the area, if u dare travel to the less crowded area u may see urself flying/ dropping off the road! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ps- the new custom isn't very foot-traveller friendly. meaning... if u enjoy walking across the causeway to exercise ur muscles, u might jolly well find urself (A) confused (B) tired to death! also if u r an elderly who can't lift ur legs more than 45deg angle, i suggest u get ur son to drive u cross the custom cuz if u take a bus the high kerb where the bus lands requires u to lift ur legs, babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-823763682011258321?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/823763682011258321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-2016990248005943731</id><published>2008-12-13T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:40:26.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vietnam Trip</title><content type='html'>vietnam in my view is the up and coming thailand. i believe it will see more of the local (singaporean) flying in for a rest from the busy schedules of theirs and for a good buy. its really funny how singaporean loves buying, almost everything!!! but that's quite another story in itself.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SUSHFE6qrFI/AAAAAAAAAqk/uqHmm5swI1s/s1600-h/IMG_2121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279493184473967698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SUSHFE6qrFI/AAAAAAAAAqk/uqHmm5swI1s/s200/IMG_2121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the distance from singapore to vietnam's saigon (or ho chi min city) takes about 2 hours but since we flew in to hanoi 1st, it took us 4 hours. 4 hours in Vietnam Air means nothing more than sleeping, eating and talking. =( but good for us, my sister is a great conversation'er (got such word?!) she started talking to the gal next to us and blah blah blah it went. hanoi-halong bay is beautiful, the breeze brushing against our cheeks and the smooth sailing of the boat makes it quite an experience for me. but the meal on board was err... lets just say i am not a keen lover of they style of cooking there. (that may quite explain why people there are generally slim?! as for the short part i have no explaination for that. =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 interesting thing there i found out was...korean was everywhere!!! yes! instead of the common used foreign language used on sign-boards such in singapore and lots other countries where we use japanese, hanoi's sign-boards are inscripted with korean-hangul. i see lots of koreans there too. turn on the tv and there u have korean drama in vietnamnese language and korean kbs channel. huh? i wonder did i travel into a mini-korea? i wonder if it got anything to do with north korean is communist and hanoi is the capital of socialist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SUSHE6p8tuI/AAAAAAAAAqc/MDBZVABqFuc/s1600-h/IMG_2102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279493181719492322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SUSHE6p8tuI/AAAAAAAAAqc/MDBZVABqFuc/s200/IMG_2102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after hanoi, we flew in to saigon (ho chi mi city) via domestic flight. my dear suitcase which is affectionly known as "pak-ka" lost it's wheel here. it had since been repaired by the airline rep. in singapore. anyway, saigon is really busy! like i said vietnam is like thailand...traffic is crazy!! only that vietnam's motorbike is king! there are so many of it that there is a lane on the road just for it! helmets are like accerssories sold on the streets and they are really pretty/funky. again... food is err... ok. people there like the taste to be really strong, either very sweet (fine w me) or very salty (too much for my liking) or very bland (huh? so different sia) then they also love sweet n sour stuff. to achieve the sweet n sour effect in their soup they have starfruit and pineapple thrown in to the soup, interesting huh? they seems to like spices alot too, lemongrass, pepper, basil leaves, mint, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now... the main attraction to all really BUSY singapore is the best BUYS (how interesting buys and busy has all the same alphabets! hahaha).... there are plenty of places to shop. but branded stuff are more expensive there, i suppose the tax is higher there? otherwise street buys are pretty decent in their workmanship and the prices are pretty much the same as thailand. however the security seems a lot better than thailand. there are beggers no doubt but i do feel its at least safer than malaysia. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so if u r interested in traveling to vietnam, can u forget about calling me along. but do have lots of fun cuz its a country where u can meet lots of other singaporeans! lol and also foreigners such as the Koreans, China-chinese, Malaysians, Taiwan-nese, Americans and French people. Most of the tourist there speaks good english as have fun communicating with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-2016990248005943731?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/2016990248005943731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=2016990248005943731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/2016990248005943731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/2016990248005943731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275421169696574610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/STYPmnxXDJI/AAAAAAAAAqU/4dI6dM0gX5g/s200/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/STYPmVRcmbI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ZqRtEez8knQ/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275421164730882482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/STYPmVRcmbI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ZqRtEez8knQ/s200/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/STYPmIdiwVI/AAAAAAAAAqE/LnrcuN9p9hI/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275421161291956562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/STYPmIdiwVI/AAAAAAAAAqE/LnrcuN9p9hI/s200/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally tried the stall of china-chinese food. it had sticks of meat BBQ and buns that i found really tempting. so i had been wanting to try so finally i got the chance. these are the pictures. oh they even have the chinese version of our malay "soup-to-lang" only its pork bones instead of the mutton bones or is it beef bones?! not very sure. i like the meal though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-6660528505347374362?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6660528505347374362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=6660528505347374362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-7168843689760698786</id><published>2008-11-29T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:35:24.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgiveness</title><content type='html'>the recent events in thailand and india had sparkles lots of emotions and forums are packed with comments. as much as i think i am affected by the evils of those people, i wonder what can we do beside just expressing our thots. of cuz we ought not to pay an eye for an eye or a cheek for a cheek; afterall we are not terrorist nor are we back in some olden times. still... anger unrest leads to graver stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i evoke forgiveness do not look at the evil-doers but focus our energy in comforting the lost and the stranded. perhaps by solving the problem when it is possible and reducing the pain to the minimum is the best way to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title='forgiveness'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-2490117124032412483</id><published>2008-11-29T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T08:01:51.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is this rest day or mc day?!</title><content type='html'>head is pain, throat is sore, nose is blocked, sinus dripping eekkyy stuff. this is my rest day. what a timing flu/ cold. just when i am getting ready to spend my time preparing for my vacation. sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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day?!'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-8662773362052200400</id><published>2008-11-21T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T05:51:18.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rest day</title><content type='html'>went shopping and it was really tiring. wonder if its my shoes that were giving me the problem. wish to get a pair of brown heels but nowadays courtshoes aren't that popular. i saw more flats (NOT COMFORTABLE lar) and those stripless heels (NOT STEADY lar). so in the end i bought nothing. however i did buy something recently. wait til i snap a picture of them then i will post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a blouse that i really like but it was 80++ so i gave it a miss. i did however tried it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SSa8s8X-MRI/AAAAAAAAApk/IR6s22kaI3I/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271107894190682386" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SSa8s8X-MRI/AAAAAAAAApk/IR6s22kaI3I/s200/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-8662773362052200400?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/8662773362052200400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=8662773362052200400' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-8214068784132867380</id><published>2008-11-15T17:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:04:05.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>at present</title><content type='html'>stuff spinning in my mind as the yr come to a wrap. things done and left undone, people came and went, seasons changes and stuff like that. what is it install for me ahead. confiction of ideas and desires. perhaps i should? maybe i would? these things are echo of my past, my desire for the future and perhaps a reflection of my present? what are these? i can't get too specific- in it at least here but when it happens, it happens. you will know it when it does and when it does bet you will be surprise or maybe not; afterall what i do decide on rarely surprises anyone anymore, i am just that irrational most of the time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-8214068784132867380?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/8214068784132867380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=8214068784132867380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/8214068784132867380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/8214068784132867380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-present.html' title='at present'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-5941952660649905144</id><published>2008-11-12T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:23:24.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workplace'/><title type='text'>cool?</title><content type='html'>i lost my cool and that's not cool. i don't like it when i lost it. i hate the sense of losing control over things. reflecting back, it was not such a bad day afterall. we managed well. iv was min. and there aren't lots of face to face servicing needed. but why was i so jumpy and vexed? i don't know. its terrible and i dislike that. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 573px; HEIGHT: 145px" height="145" width="573"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T7Z-wbo7zrs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T7Z-wbo7zrs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="125" height="249"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool...caliton cool?! heehee... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-5941952660649905144?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/5941952660649905144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=5941952660649905144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/5941952660649905144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/5941952660649905144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2008/11/cool.html' title='cool?'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-7054740580371988614</id><published>2008-11-11T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:48:45.320-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>14 sai no haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LtVcdm7_2pA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LtVcdm7_2pA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the last last part of the jap.drama. its abt a young lady (high schooler) who got preg out of wedlock and how she overcome the many stuff to give birth to her baby. its a very touching drama. it will be great if u can actually read the chinese subtitles, very touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was touched by her parents' never-ending love for her and the support they rally around her. although i dislike her getting preg, i could find her fear of the unknown. still i am against kids getting preg! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a mv for the drama, it should give a rather good overview of the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OmkgngbixNA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OmkgngbixNA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" 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href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2008/11/14-sai-no-haha.html' title='14 sai no haha'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-1692356587948546990</id><published>2008-11-08T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:29:29.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xBwxpuIuP58&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xBwxpuIuP58&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-1692356587948546990?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1692356587948546990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=1692356587948546990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/1692356587948546990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/1692356587948546990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-5740090330329322127</id><published>2008-11-06T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:23:30.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG sHOT?</title><content type='html'>read the new paper and was rather piss with the korean stars not appearing in the press-conference the day after the concert. wonder was it entirely the artists fault or was it the organisers over-promising stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still i dislike people that don't inform others before-hand if they are coming or not. making others wait and then not turn up?! so what if you are a mega-star?! Singapore is such a sweet country and its reporters are the most respectable sort (i think). at least our reporters don't go around cooking up stories or who and who had just committed suicide or so and so is the loanshark..blah blah blah. its not the 1st time i had read reports of korean stars playing it out this way (so full of themselves). although i like the refreshing change in their creativity in music and storylines, i am finding myself disliking the attitude of these people. ok, i meant its over generalising that ALL of them are like these, in fact i believe there are sweet kind souls that are under reported. afterall such "i am a mega-star" sort of struck-up attitude is not monopolised by the korean stars, hollywood, taiwan and even singapore each has their fair share of such human around. but still... i think its so unfair for the reporters who had to wait and waste their time in that ballroom with unmet target/goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-5740090330329322127?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/5740090330329322127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=5740090330329322127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/5740090330329322127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/5740090330329322127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-shot.html' title='BIG sHOT?'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-6724905588053766640</id><published>2008-11-04T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T03:25:07.653-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>bak kut teh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SRAkSNP77eI/AAAAAAAAApY/2Nhu9oH5ZAc/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264747859608858082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SRAkSNP77eI/AAAAAAAAApY/2Nhu9oH5ZAc/s200/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legend had that it was the dish of those poor immigrant in "nan yang". they had nothing to eat as meat was too expensive, so instead of eating those meaty part they went to the butcher store and ask for bits of the bones from the leftover sales. those pork bones were then simmered in pot of water with spices added to it (to musk the smell i think) and thus a dish was created. =) this is unqiuely southeast asia =) just like chicken rice and nasi lemak too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fav is the salted veg not every store make it well. i prefer the soup over the meat and other stuff. yes... i am weird... (i also prefer pork bun's skin over the filling, likewise for mooncake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any good place for a good bowel of "pork bone soup"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-6724905588053766640?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6724905588053766640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=6724905588053766640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/6724905588053766640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/6724905588053766640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2008/11/bak-kut-teh.html' title='bak kut teh'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SRAkSNP77eI/AAAAAAAAApY/2Nhu9oH5ZAc/s72-c/DSC00068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-1932242041565143732</id><published>2008-10-30T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:41:20.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boliao</title><content type='html'>went playing on a palm reading site and then scroll on to tarot card stuff. er.... felt so dark... (spiritually). well... won't give u the site cuz its not good to go to the dark side... heehe... we are no star war, baby... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a little harmless fun may not do much damage, i think. (otherwise start saying your sinner pray immediately after reading this post!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="apple"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wat is ur fav fruit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Apple           Banana                   Black Grapes            Cherry&lt;br /&gt;Coconut     Custard Apple              Mango                 Orange&lt;br /&gt;Papaya       Peach                            Pear                    Pineapple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If apple is your favourite fruit, you are an extravagant, impulsive and outspoken person; often with a bit of a temper. While you may not be the best organiser yourself, you make a good team leader; and are good at taking things forward. You can take quick action in most situations. You enjoy travel immensely. You ooze with charm when you are with your partner. You have an enthusiasm for life, unmatched by most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="banana"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astroyogi.com/astromagic/fruitastrology/#top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a softie! Loving, gentle, warm and sympathetic by nature is the banana lover. You often lack in self-confidence and are quite timid by nature. People often take advantage of your sweet temperedness, and sheer vulnerability to a situation. You adore your partner in every which way, both for their mental and physical beauty! Because of the way you are, your relationship is always, very much in harmony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="blackgrapes"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Grapes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a polite person in general, but do have quick flare-ups of temper that cool down just as quickly. You enjoy beauty in all forms, including beautiful people. You are very popular because of your warm, gregarious nature. You have a zest for life; you enjoy every thing you do, right from the way you dress, to your style and élan in your day-to-day life. Your partner must share your zeal and zing for life… to enjoy all you have to offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If cherry is your favourite fruit, life isn't always as sweet for you. You often face ups and downs, particularly professionally; and find that you make small sums of money, instead of a lump sum. You have a fertile imagination and are often involved in creative pursuits. You are a very sincere and loyal partner; but find that expressing your feelings is not very easy. Your home is your haven, and you love nothing more than being surrounded by close family and your beloved partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="coconut"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coconut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coconut lover is a serious, very thoughtful and contemplative person. Though you enjoy socialising, you are particular about the company you keep. You tend to be stubborn but not necessarily foolhardy. Shrewd, quick-witted and alert, you ensure that you are right on top of any given scenario, especially at work. You need a partner with brains, and while passion is important it certainly isn't everything for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Custard Apple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a modest and conservative person; who can be quite sensitive at times. You tend to be thoughtful and contemplative, and therefore are rarely rash in doing things. You are quite ambitious; and are good at anything that requires much detailing or working with numbers. You are quick at finding fault with others. While looking for a partner, you value a person's intellect far above their looks or good old passion. You are quite shy and not very comfortable demonstrating affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="mango"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mango&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mango lover is a personality to be reckoned with; quite often you are a person who has quite fixed ideas, and influencing you is no easy task. You tend to be an extremist with strong likes and dislikes; and at times even like to control a situation. You enjoy getting involved in something that presents mental challenge. Strong as you may be, you are like a kitten when you are with your partner. You accommodate the love of your life, and make up for all the strong will elsewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="orange"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If orange is your favourite fruit; it speaks of a person who has enduring patience and willpower. You like to do things slowly; but very thoroughly and are completely undaunted by hard work. You tend to be shy; but are a reliable and trustworthy friend. You have an aesthetic bent of mind. You select your partner with care and thought; you love with all your heart, and are not in for just a fling. You avoid conflict at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="papaya"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papaya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly fearless and take much that happens in life, in your stride. You give considerable thought to things you do. You have a sense of humour that along with your generous nature keeps you in most people's good books. You are a go-getter in your professional life, and have a knack for being in the right place at the right time. You enjoy meeting new people and seeing new sights whenever you can. Your sense of humour is what attracts members of the opposite sex to you more than anything else. It is simply charming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="peach"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a peach, you enjoy the juice of life… it all its lush ripeness! You are the friendly sort, and are quite frank and outspoken, which adds to your charm. You are quick to forgive and forget; and value your friendships highly. You have an independent and ambitious streak in you, that makes you a real go-getter. You are the ideal lover, fiery and passionate but sincere and faithful in love. You don't however like to display all that passion in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="pear"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you put your mind to something you can do it successfully, but by and large you tend to be fickle and have trouble completing a task with the enthusiasm you started it with. You need to know the results of your efforts almost immediately. You enjoy mental stimulation; and love to get into a good discussion. You tend to be a restless and high-strung person, and are easily excitable. While you are quick to strike up a friendship with someone, maintaining it does not seem to be easy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="pineapple"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pineapple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quick to decide and even quicker to act. You are brave in making career changes; if that is what is to your advantage. You have exceptional organising abilities and are undaunted by the size of the task at hand. You tend to be self reliant, sincere and honest in your dealings with others. Though you are not given to making friends very quickly, but once you do, it is for life. You rarely, if ever, make romantic overtures. Your partner is often impressed with your sterling qualities but disappointed in your ability to show affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now....wats urs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-1932242041565143732?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1932242041565143732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=1932242041565143732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/1932242041565143732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/1932242041565143732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2008/10/went-playing-on-palm-reading-site-and.html' title='boliao'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-3432580007863099433</id><published>2008-10-30T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:01:58.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workplace'/><title type='text'>accolade...ME o_O??</title><content type='html'>o_O?? orhh.... i got an accolade pin on a board, for public viewing. err...but wats an accolade leh? haha... i just checked the dictionary online it said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 dictionary results for: accolade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/cite.html?qh=accolade&amp;amp;ia=luna"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cite This Source&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/accolade#sharethis"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Share This&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ac⋅co⋅lade  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; /ˈækəˌleɪd, -ˌlɑd; ˌækəˈleɪd, -ˈlɑd/ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" alt="Toggle for Spelled Pronunciation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[ak-uh-leyd, -lahd; ak-uh-leyd, -lahd] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show IPA pronunciation" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" alt="Toggle for IPA Pronunciation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show IPA Pronunciation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;–noun &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;1.any award, honor, or laudatory notice: The play received accolades from the press.&lt;br /&gt;2.a light touch on the shoulder with the flat side of the sword or formerly by an embrace, done in the ceremony of conferring knighthood.&lt;br /&gt;3.the ceremony itself.&lt;br /&gt;4.Music. a brace joining several staves.&lt;br /&gt;5.Architecture.&lt;br /&gt;a. an archivolt or hood molding having more or less the form of an ogee arch.&lt;br /&gt;b. a decoration having more or less the form of an ogee arch, cut into a lintel or flat arch.&lt;br /&gt;Origin: 1615–25; &lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=-ade&amp;amp;db=luna"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-ade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; 1 ), n. use of fem. ptp. of a(c)coler, OF v. deriv. of col neck (see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=collar&amp;amp;db=luna"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;collar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; ) with a- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=a-&amp;amp;db=luna"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; 5&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1) Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2006. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.... making it sound like &lt;strong&gt;i am a knight&lt;/strong&gt; or something. haha... someone commented that another co-worker along with me had nursed her mom in her final journey making it a relatively painless and comfortable one. wow... let me see... i hardly pack cases so i really can't figure out who was the person was, plus the other person mentioned was in a totally different team with me. she was the front room girl and me the back room so... how would it be that we had nursed the same patient!??! i am puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other more puzzling thing is... why didn't the bosses tell us that? normally the bosses will photocopy such things and then track back who was the patient, then... they will tell us that so and so had wrote such and such about us. the last letter i got from a patient relative was not with this co-worker but another one so.... o_O?? who...who....who??? tomorrow i must make it a point to bug my boss about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mental note: this entry is too cheer-y, dampen it i would... hahaha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really glad that patients and their relatives see the effort we put in to make them comfortable in a rather strange and threatening environment. (imagine always being woken up in the middle of your sleep to get your blood pressure taken and kena blood taking every so often). it can be really frustrating to be nursing people who treat nurses like dirt and worst still MAID... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are a nation filled with expectation. we expect the bus and mrt to be on time. we expect our kids to do well in school (if not it must be the teacher's fault for taking mc all the time!). we expect our government to filter out everything and anything bad. and because of all these expectation, sometimes its really terrible to work in our setting. 13 patients (not amounting to their relatives and friends) facing 1 or 2 nurses, they request we (try) to meet their expectation in time but when we aren't quite up to their expectation they will get upset and stuff. turn the table around... its 1 or 2 nurses dealing with 13 individuals! is that an easy task? sigh... because of my personality plus the 'training' at the workplace i realised grace is very important. treat others with grace, even if its really tough to...try!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i salute my da-jie for being a teacher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 30+ underage kids screaming in a classroom + handing their parents - all filled with high expectation for everyone of their precious baby... wow.... how stress can it be! thank God i am not a teacher... if not, no amount of teacher's day &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;bribe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ops... i meant gifts will make me cheerful and glad. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottomline....treat NURSES well!! and....WORLD PEACE! hahaha.... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-3432580007863099433?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/3432580007863099433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=3432580007863099433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/3432580007863099433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/3432580007863099433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2008/10/accolademe-oo.html' title='accolade...ME o_O??'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-8339668456607739960</id><published>2008-10-30T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:17:01.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>chinese diam sum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQnpGPcKtuI/AAAAAAAAApI/S1nV7iBC0SQ/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262993932992296674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQnpGPcKtuI/AAAAAAAAApI/S1nV7iBC0SQ/s200/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; egg tart- crispy pastry with soft silky egg-y filling. i like soft buttery pastry sometimes. but what is most important to me is the filling. =) it must be aromatic with a subtle hint of sweetness to it, not too strong and not too bland. yes... in some ways i am picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQnpF9wRa0I/AAAAAAAAAo4/mrhYiGijdv8/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262993928244783938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQnpF9wRa0I/AAAAAAAAAo4/mrhYiGijdv8/s200/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rice roll w shrimp- best eaten fresh. i love it when it is just made! one can always taste the different btw a freshly made vs a made for awhile now but placed in the steamer to keep it warm sort. really, the texture is totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQnpGN38zYI/AAAAAAAAApA/PeFYP7f4UkM/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262993932571954562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQnpGN38zYI/AAAAAAAAApA/PeFYP7f4UkM/s200/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chicken feet aka phoniex claws- chinese love to 'decorate' their dishes with pretty cravings and masked the real food ingredients with some make-believe food names. haha... this dish is full of collegen, good for the skin. =) not my favorite diam sum but i kind of like the texture sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-8339668456607739960?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/8339668456607739960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=8339668456607739960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/8339668456607739960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/8339668456607739960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2008/10/chinese-diam-sum.html' title='chinese diam sum'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQnpGPcKtuI/AAAAAAAAApI/S1nV7iBC0SQ/s72-c/DSC00054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-1877167718819506400</id><published>2008-10-30T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:00:21.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>soya bean milk meal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQngQSqyMDI/AAAAAAAAAow/5nG34SFcp2U/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQngP3SN3EI/AAAAAAAAAoo/uDGrMniPTUw/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long time no eat... long time ago we used to go for b'fast after our night as a grp. slowly it just stopped. good in that we stopped spending too much money- taking cab and eat lots before sleeping, good in that we gotten more time to sleep and reached home early. bad in the sense we spend less time together. perhaps other girls are still bonding via other means, good for them. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the soya bean place brought back fond memories. there was a time when i was crazy over this soya bean thing. but not now anymore. popped in for a bite the other day since i was in that area. it was abt 4pm and ladies were already out earning their cash (hardworking sia...). i felt weird being looked at by man (gosh! how low can the standard there be if those crazy people think i am the working girl!!) after the snack i got into a cab and the uncle actually asked "where to, pretty girl" I WAS LIKE HUH?! but i think my facial expression + my not so friendly voice put him back in place. haha... he kept his mouth shut the entire journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQngO1FChWI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6sl5aU30WDw/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262984184930141538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQngO1FChWI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6sl5aU30WDw/s200/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the typical soya bean milk (sweeten) and the toasted bun stuffed with pork floss and egg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQngPJ70QcI/AAAAAAAAAoY/USpgk20xH2k/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262984190528602562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQngPJ70QcI/AAAAAAAAAoY/USpgk20xH2k/s200/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQngPF8gHBI/AAAAAAAAAog/rRF8su5oMwE/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262984189457734674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQngPF8gHBI/AAAAAAAAAog/rRF8su5oMwE/s200/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see... got pork floss leh... did they got the idea from 'breadtalk'? anyway... AVA said SG's eggs are NOT from China so its safe to eat. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-1877167718819506400?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/1877167718819506400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=1877167718819506400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/1877167718819506400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/1877167718819506400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2008/10/soya-bean-milk-meal.html' title='soya bean milk meal'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQngO1FChWI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6sl5aU30WDw/s72-c/DSC00048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5304569167673493571.post-6750293521978982309</id><published>2008-10-26T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:20:09.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>new store at home</title><content type='html'>went to a new place new our place to eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261472479511218258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQSBV_jCiFI/AAAAAAAAAnY/oHCKpo4UnfA/s200/DSC00044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;it's boss is the same as the 'ma lan rama' remember that rama frezy years ago!?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261472484503673586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQSBWSJVWvI/AAAAAAAAAng/Zy9f6eJP8UU/s200/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this dish called 'pan fried bun' is good. almost like xiaolong bun the meat inside is so juicy. =9~~ while the outside (rather its the bottom) is crispy and aromatic. =)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQSBXI9-i5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/knceFmBUq0s/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261472499219991442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQSBXI9-i5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/knceFmBUq0s/s200/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQSBW5bRfWI/AAAAAAAAAno/zXlhe4RLNuo/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261472495047900514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQSBW5bRfWI/AAAAAAAAAno/zXlhe4RLNuo/s200/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a double shot on the buns. thot i can do a steady shot but i can't. =( and was so hoping to capture the steam coming out from the bun + the juice leaking out from the meat. but i guess mobile phone's camera isn't design to get that sort of photos. (like as if i am pro enough with a pro-cam. hehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5304569167673493571-6750293521978982309?l=squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/feeds/6750293521978982309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5304569167673493571&amp;postID=6750293521978982309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/6750293521978982309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5304569167673493571/posts/default/6750293521978982309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squirrelupthetree.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-store-at-home.html' title='new store at home'/><author><name>estlxlan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18431767324342776274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.ssmartco.com/degraziagifts/images/figurines/Christmas-Warmth-a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8PyhoNLDuE/SQSBV_jCiFI/AAAAAAAAAnY/oHCKpo4UnfA/s72-c/DSC00044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
