The little things in life. =)

ARGH. Go away training comm, will you please? If I reveled in producing teaching materials, test paper, markings, learning objectives and case studies, I would be in MOE. SO GO AWAY! goodness. =.= #bittergourd ok nvm. I do. *meltdown*

In other news, I just wanted to expound on the greatness of my mum. Thanks ma, for towelling down my fever, holding me up as I dugged frantically through the various corners of the house for painkillers like a drug addict on withdrawal, for making me porridge on demand, boiling barley water, and just for being there. It was a terrible night yesterday. I can't remember when I last felt this bad. But having you sitting on the side of my bed, changing my towel and feeling for my fever really calmed me down. Thanks mummy. <3 Sk

Post fever grogginess- This fever did some marvelously creative things with my brain. I was having so many dreams of the weirdest origins!! I wonder if these are truly my subconcious thoughts, or just random jumps of the synapses. Well. Since I'm on mc, and my brain is still on over drive, I shall write. The Earthquake that shook Sabah and Mt K really shook me up as well. Because I was intending to scale Mt K this June too. Fortunately/unfortunately, I couldn't find the company to join me on the expedition. The recent 2 earthquakes got me reflecting about mountain climbing safety and pre-training. To be honest, most training focus on what you should do to get to the top. Nobody seems to be too concerned about preparing for situations where you will need to actively seek a way down the mountain. Was talking to my brother, and we concluded that this was probably a reflection of Singaporean's lack of disaster awareness. In any case, through the limited number of trips I ha

Night has fallen- As your chapter of life draws to a close, I pray that you may receive the endless blessing and gratitude from your beloved Nation, and all the sons and daughters from your Nation. Singapore, a name I am proud to call my home, would never have been without your contributions. For us, your stories came from the history books. Stories of nation building, a knowledge based economy, a nation built on meritocracy, of a strategic merger - and the unfortunate departure, these were the legends that my generation did not come to witness. Things we were merely told. Yet we enjoy the fruits of your, and our forefathers' labour. We risk running the line of taking things for granted on a daily basis, and you again and again preach your cautious warning that anything can change. That our peace did not come in vain. Thank you Mr Lee. Thank you for dedicating your time, sacrificing your life and even putting us ahead of your immediate family, just so you could love your larg

But I shall do it anyway. Lo and behold! It's been eons since I last sat at my desk, just typing shit out to blogger, with both no audience and a huge audience in mind. I have been working for a grand 2 odd years of my life. I can't say I dig each day, but at least I haven't been hating every moment. I guess Pharmacy work has its rewards buried underneath the heaps of patients, pills, prescriptions, money, time and sheer physical fatigue. And my optimism works hard picking off the thrash on top to get to the jewels below. I am exhausted. Near 7 years in Pharmacy, and I have finally finally finally almost paid out my dues. This means I can start dreaming again. I have forgotten the complete exhilaration of having something to live for, beyond routine, beyond passing faces and people, beyond fighting fire everyday. It has been so long that I became a little rusty. I became mildly scared of fulfilling them dreams. Stopping in my career right now, seems daunting. But th