Archive for August, 2009

Nurturing the soul

Posted in the box of chocolates known as life on August 27, 2009 by twotwoeight

Yoga

Sometimes, when you feel a void deep inside, you know it’s time to nurture your soul.

GuZheng

I am in love with the mesmerizing sounds of the GuZheng. 🙂

Siao Lola

Posted in kindred spirits on August 26, 2009 by twotwoeight

What do you get when you put 7 doctors approaching their 30s in a relatively sound-proof room, 2 microphones, a farewell get-together for a good friend and a delicious homemade cake together for 5 hours?

You discover which of your friend is good at making sound effects.  You realize how some songs actually have obscene lyrics!  You discover how some songs are so hilariously funny and actually tell a story.  You laugh till tears roll down your cheeks and you get a pain in your tummy.  You discover how time flies when you are singing your heart out.  You realize you really are true to the spirit of One Malaysia when you have friends belting out songs in English, Malay, Mandarin, Cantonese, Hokkien and even a feeble attempt in Tamil!! You realize how good friends are hard to come by.

All the best Ah Nee…your absence will definitely be felt.

CopaCabana – Barry Manilow

Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl
with yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there
she would merengue and do the cha-cha
and while she tried to be a star
Tony always tended bar
across the crowded floor, they worked from 8 til 4
they were young and they had each other
who could ask for more?

CHORUS:

At the copa (CO!) Copacabana (Copacabana)
the hottest spot north of Havana (here)
at the copa (CO!) Copacabana
music and passion were always in fashion
At the copa…. they fell in love

His name was Rico
he wore a diamond
he was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancing there
and when she finished, he called her over
but Rico went a bit too far
Tony sailed across the bar
and then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two
there was blood and a single gun shot
but just who shot who?

REPEAT CHORUS

At the copa… she lost her love

Her name is Lola, she was a showgirl,
but that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show
now it’s a disco, but not for Lola,
still in dress she used to wear,
faded feathers in her hair
she sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind
she lost her youth and she lost her Tony
now she’s lost her mind

REPEAT CHORUS

At the copa… don’t fall in love
don’t fall in love

Dedicated to all of us who only discovered karaoke at 30!!! 😉


22.8

Posted in family, love on August 22, 2009 by twotwoeight

Dear Mummy,

Remember when I wanted to get 2210 as my car registration number and you said 1 and 0 were not good numbers, better choose 228…and that’s how my 22nd October became 22nd August?  What a good way to remind me of your birthday every year, yeah? 😉 Don’t worry, I’ll never ever forget.

Mum's birthday

Wish I was home today to celebrate with you…will bring you out for dinner when I come back next!!!

Love,

Your 2nd daughter

The little baby cow

Posted in kindred spirits, love on August 17, 2009 by twotwoeight

Today, I went to see a dear friend who just gave birth to the sweetest little girl last week.  Everyone, meet Qian Qian!

Qian Qian1

Qian Qian2

Ain’t she a beauty? 😉

Qian Qian3

Qian Qian

Congratulations, Ming Yen and Yi Cheyn!!! She’s such a pretty girl! 🙂

Okay, I couldn’t resist the following shot…

Juicy veins

Just look at those juicy veins!!! 😉

I heart…

Posted in gastronomical delights, random bits, the box of chocolates known as life on August 16, 2009 by twotwoeight

…sleeping in on weekends and brunch.

Homemade roasted chicken sandwich

…the intoxicating aroma of herbal chicken soup wafting from the kitchen.

Herbal chicken soup

…the just-discernible scent of green apples and the feeling of squeaky clean floors.

Housework

…bows on heels!

Grey Heels

…my gallery of love.

Gallery of love

🙂

The value of freebies

Posted in doctoring tales, penny for my thoughts on August 15, 2009 by twotwoeight

What’s in the value of a freebie?

Yesterday, a mother of a child with leukaemia commented how unscrupulous some school administrations were as they were selling facemasks in school for RM0.80 to RM1.  She thinks that masks should be distributed free for all in view of the H1N1 pandemic.

Discarded

On the other hand, I’ve been discovering facemasks strewn all over the place in the hospital grounds.  In the parking lot, weaved amongst the bougainvillea branches, stuffed into nooks and cranies in unimaginable places, all carelessly discarded.  Would it have more value, and people more appreciative if they were made to pay for it?  I’ve even seen parents take the N95 masks meant for healtcare workers who need to come into close contact with H1N1 patients, simply because they’re available.  And free of charge.

Yesterday morning, I was doing flushing and blood taking for a little boy with leukaemia and those who have dealt with oncology patients would know how demanding some patients can be.  And so, after I finished, he said “Give me a pair of gloves”, (which according to his mother, was his norm after the procedure).  Without a thought, he went over to the procedure trolley, and took a pair of sterile gloves.  Size 7.  And went off.  Know how much a pair of sterile gloves cost?  We use it when we want to do sterile procedures, for example in the operation theatre.  What do you think that little boy wants to do with it?

Let’s not forget the barrage of patients as well as our own staff who constantly ask for medication.  The standard “cocktail” would be fever, cough and flu medicine.  Some of them aren’t even symptomatic.  They just want to “stand-by” the medication at home.  Imagine a patient who comes for monthly follow-up and asks for that same “cocktail” each time. I bet he can open up his own pharmacy by now! And don’t forget the patient whose brother and sister and father and grandmother and cousin who also has cough and wants medicine too.  Actually, sometimes it’s not that we do not want to prescribe the drugs, but it is often not advisable to self-medicate as you may actually be suppressing a more sinister illness which needs medical attention.  Personally, I am against prescribing for a patient whom I did not even see, as I have no clue to the actual diagnosis, the child’s weight for calculation of dosages (which parents normally just pluck a number out of thin air when asked) and the allergy history.  But to others, they just think I’m being stingy with the medication and rigid when I ask them to bring their relative to see a doctor.

Just yesterday afternoon, I had a parent who dropped off an order slip hastily scribbled in pencil for a variety of medicine and creams to the nurse and said he will come back later to pick up the “goods”.  I felt not unlike a cook in the kitchen who had been handed a customer’s order during dinner servive.  Would they even want these said medications if they had to pay for it? I wonder.

So, what’s in the value of a freebie?

He’s A Woman, She’s A Man

Posted in radio in my head on August 15, 2009 by twotwoeight

Was watching an old movie this morning…

One of my all-time favourite songs.  Can you just feel your heart melting when you watch him play the piano? Just beautiful. 🙂