investment for muslim/ malay focused hospices

recently my 'new' room had been infected with GS and Onco pts. come to a point i can just look at the diagnosis/ consultant and know who is the MO/ HO to call. =] wonder if it is good or not.

so we have these onco pt. sweet ladies with no hair and edematous here and there. they were referred to hospice care of some sort. either in-patient or home care. despite the increase in providers for home-care hospice, lots of terminally ill patients are still not being cared for at home. either family lack the manpower or are fearful- not knowing how to care for the patients. this is the time for the in-patient hospice... yet... with Dover park, Assis, St.Joseph and Bright vision there seems to be none catered for the muslim. err... i know all the other hospices are willing to take in the muslim patients, if the patients and families are willing. but... there will always be a reserve in the hearts of the families/ patients. such as food will be only non-pork, non-lard but not halal? religious practise will the nuns or fathers coming over everyday to ask me to believe in Jesus and Mary? will there be non-stop Buddhist chant playing by my bedside or worst still over the PA system?!

so.... a nich area of muslim or malay focus hospic is desperately in need! i have no money. if i have the resources i will surely invest in this. nurses speaking in malay and having religious leaders to pray with the bedridden muslim during their last days. i had seen patients so fearful of dying that they will keep pressing the call bell for attention-when there is actually nothing wrong with her. yet because i am a chinese and can't speak malay, i can't comfort her. but when 1 of the malay stuff spoke to her and told her that dying is nothing to be fearful of cuz she is going to meet with Allah. the patient relaxs and the idea of seeing her Allah and the rest that he will grant her from the suffering must had been very comforting cause she slept well after that and didn't press the call bed for the entire night and the 2 days that followed before her death. She was able to smile and talk and thanks the staff the day before she was 'leaving'.

sometime faces of those patients that had died will remain in my mind. it was never fearful to 'see' them again in my thoughts or dreams cause our relationship was beyond the basic differences of living vs the died.... ops.. did i stray? yah... so for those with the money, influence and resource out there... think about this business opportunity that will not only make money but may also give hope to the 'hopeless'... MALAY/ MUSLIM FOCUS HOSPICE... =)

A la Claire Fontaine - "Folksongs of Quebec"

la claire fontaine
M'en allant promener,
J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle
Que je m'y suis baigné.
Refrain:
Lui y a longtemps que je t'aime,
Jamais je ne t'oublierai.

J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle
Que je m'y suis baigné;
Sous les feuilles d'un chêne
Je me suis fait sécher.

Sous les feuilles d'un chêne
Je me suis fait sécher.
Sur la plus haute branche
Le rossignol chantait.

Sur la plus haute branche
Le rossignol chantait.
Chante, rossignol, chante,
Toi qui as le coeur gai.

Chante, rossignol, chante,
Toi qui as le coeur gai.
Tu as le coeur à rire,
Moi je l'ai-t-à pleurer.

Tu as le coeur à rire,
Moi je l'ai-t-à pleurer;
J'ai perdu ma maîtresse
Sans l'avoir mérité.

J'ai perdu ma maîtresse
Sans l'avoir mérité,
Pour un bouquet de roses
Que je lui refusai.

Pour un bouquet de roses
Que je lui refusai;
Je voudrais que la rose
Fût encore au rosier.

Je voudrais que la rose
Fût encore au rosier,
Et moi et ma maîtresse
Dans les mêm's amitiés.

merry n dagu

come take a walk w 'me'

why do pple hang on to the past as if it is today?? past that doesn't even involve them but their forefathers and the 'foreigners'. why do people only focus on the bad that had araise from the past but forgot the good that had resulted from it? take us from our land and we will die. perhaps so but did they really? instead of actively seek for justice by changing the 'world', most restort to drinking and assults. how can they change their situation and their crappy lives if what that they had done was to sink even farther into it? even if the government tries to help, those goodwills are often looked upon as another way of 'taking advantage' of them. why had they not progress?? one wonders... but perhaps the answer is already sparkling clear before their eyes.

the world can say sorry to you for things that you had never been through but will that really help you? the pain that your parents' parents suffered how did it affect you? stop blaming the world and live life afresh! take to stride your fellow man and let the world hear beyond your whinning and complaints! get your act together and make a change, people of the land.

much as the world may help and pity, the choice remains in your hands. stop thinking of regaining the lost but look at how you can safe-guard what is left. the real gift that your 'fathers' left for you is not the rocks and rivers but the hertiage and the bloodline. take the past as a lesson and grow from there, be smart and educate the next generation. to etch heritage into your children is not to bred injustice and anger but to pass on wisdom and love.

thunder?

for the past 2 nights i had been up at 3am thru to 5 or 6am. mainly to deal with my assignments which is still not ALL completed! damn! i am stress!! if only i can be kidnap by the ailen now and then come back after an extention of the dateline is given?! haha... or better yet on grounds of compassion wavier my need for assignment and let me score full for each eassy! haha...

anyway, the weather had been rather weird. hot and stuffy in the night time but windy and thnderous in the early morning. not good... where got mood to work or go to work sia? thank God i am on leave these days. i get to sleep to my heart contend although i hardly have real good quality rest. sigh...

i realised to compensate for stress, i eat! and i eat alot! damn shitty... this is no good for my health and my uniform! argh... damn it!

gary chao ge

i have no idea who he actually is. i remembered hearing that he is from Malaysia and how he emgered into the music industry in his late 20s or early 30s of sort. apart from that he is not some witty chap nor is he handsome cool memorable mister.

but the fact that i own all of his albums should means something. yah. i think his music and voice is rather theraptic. rather soul. hmm... anyway... due to my boredom i was flipping thru his latest album's booklet. err... it was pictures of his nake body (top). haha...

ok, his body is cool. bet he had put in hours into it. but... why that sort of picture?! is he going into the main stream of "sex sells" promotion shit? hmm... its so gay... i am so sorry. but... i don't agree with him marketing himself that way! he is beyond skin and abs! haha... mainly cuz he doesn't have that look! hahaha...

i bet gary can be cool without having to strip ba. the marketing/ promotion staff must had been lazy and took the easy way out. afterall sex (aka flesh) sells?! then... don't pull gray's face on the album! put his nake top instead! haha... or may be a peek-a-boo of his butt-crack?!!?! hahaha...

ok.. its just me sputting rubbish so fans of gary stop googgling his name and spaming me, if u intend to do so. haha... =) just me 2 cents tots.

hidden treasures

i understand why people enjoy reading. books are like mini-treasure chest. nobody can totally expect what to find in it. the vast knowledge and interesting stuff that are 'trapped' in a book is bountiful! too bad i am a restless person by nature.

no matter how much i enjoy a book and its information, i will have the tendency to stand up and look for food every 5-7 minutes of reading. how frustrating. so before i can complete reading a chapter worth of information, i had literally empty my entire cupboard of biscuits, cheese, bread, ice-cream, etc. *argh*

up, up and away!!

flour and rice prices had went up one after another. price of the staple had went up what next? sugar, oil, salt and msg? hmm... in fact each of them had their fair share of price increase in the past years. =(

i bet someday i will join the group of oldies that grumble how expensive living is. "last time noodles was only 1.50 leh..." *sigh*