Obviously, from the title.... I'm down with hay fever.
I hate spring.
I can't sleep at night cause i'm coughing up a storm and my nose is blocked and i'm sneezing non-stop. either that or i've got snot dripping from my nose every minute.....
when i go to work i get loads of sympathetic stares and questions.... hate that too...
i'm also losing my voice....
And the weather is whacked during spring!!! It can be 30 degrees one day and 18 the next!!! Tsk Tsk... how can anyone NOT be sick??????
Did i mention i hate spring??????
Monday, October 29, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Shoes and Shopping: Best Therapy For Stress
We'd been working like ants during our 2 week break. So we figured we just HAD to find some way to relax and just have fun the whole day. I'm not being sexist, but being girls, there is one surefire way to have fun.... especially after you've been working for days non stop trying to make more and more money.... and that is to shop.. till you drop... And thats what we did... Literally. If you live anywhere in Adelaide, everyone knows the best place to go to shop till you drop and get all the stuff cheaper is Harbour Town. And since it doesnt close till 9 in Thursdays. That was precisely where we went last Thursday. Well, the picture above isnt us in HArbour Town...thats just us outside our hostel.. on the way to the bus stop. To be honest, we never take pictures in Harbour Town, not our usual amount of pictures anyway. Cause we're too busy doing you know what.Thursday, October 18, 2007
FAMILY
But now that i'm a thousand miles away from home and family, I miss them. I miss their annoying quirks andhabits ( not my mum's nagging though, she still does it over the phone, MSN and Skype haha) I miss the fights and dramas. I realize that all these are what makes a family a family. And I've come to treasure those moment i used to take for granted. Going to church together, playing a duet with my sister on the piano and the violin, going swimming together, even a simple dinner together where we talk about our day and discuss world-changing issues such as who will win Malaysian Idol and whether Sarawak will be the overall champion for SUKMA.I miss celebrating Christmas, New Year and Birthdays together.
Although we're a family, we're all very different. And with all these different dynamics, we complement each other.
My mum was stricter, tighter with her money. ( Or, like my dad likes to say... She's a cheapskate! just kidding, ma) She always put family first. She was the one who studied with me, quit my piano lessons when i didnt want to practise, went shopping with me, sewed my KH project for me when I messed my shelf cover up trying to sew it myself.My family's AMAZING.
p/s: Mum, Dad, Ivory and Ivan, if you;re reading this, Now would be the perfect time to get all teary and get me a fabulous CHristmas present!!! CHEERS.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
The Most Horrendous Night Duty I Ever Had
I was scheduled for a night duty last night.
Night duties are usually pretty easy as all the residents in the nursing home where i work are fast asleep and there's nothing much to do. The hardest part is usually trying to stay awake.
so when my friend Jojo called me to tell me that she was going to do the night duty with me that night, i was overjoyed. this meant i would not only have a bus buddy, it also meant staying awake could be easier as i had someone familiar to talk to and stuff.
Now, I don't know if my nursing home hired a town crier or something to announce throughout the whole nursing home that there were going to be two carers on duty last night ( there's usually one) but it seemed to me soon that ALL of the residents was intent on making sure they made full use of the extra pair of hands.
Our butts had barely touched the seats- much less warmed them!- when the call bells started ringing. and ringing. and ringing. and ringing.
Oh, they timed it all so perfectly! As soon as we were finished with one resident, the screen would light up again and show us which room was ringing. To top it all off, sometimes room 51 would ring when we had just come out of, say, room 3. that meant that we had to walk all the way down hallways and turn corner after corner to get to the OTHER end of the nursing home. And as soon as we were done with room 51, Room 14 would ring. and we would then have to haul our weary butts all the way down ANOTHER end. It is safe to say that none of us were very happy that night.
Especially when faced with comments such as " You're not a qualified registered nurse, are you? i want to talk to someone who knows something." or "I am usually tended to by Registered nurses and doctors at the hospital." Then there are some fussy ones who complain the room's too cold one minute, and too hot the next. I think i had at least 3 " I need to go to the toilet" and "I can't breathe" and "I need to move up the bed more". it seemed pretty obvious after a few minutes into my shift that their sole purpose that night was to drive us up the walls and out of the nursing home, screaming and tearing at our clothes. But i resisted the temptation to do so and prevailed.
Oh yes, i prevailed through 5- and i repeat 5!!!!!!- COMPLETE bed changes, 3 poo-cleaning processes and a MULTITUDE of wandering insomniac residents who scared the hell outta me when i ran into them in the darkened halls in their long, white nighties. Yes, i managed to stay sane after all that. *give myself a pat on the back*
i even managed to overlook the sadistic resident who thanked me after changing her dirty drawsheet by wetting her entire bed ( which consists of 5 different sheets) and her nightie ( which meant a change of pyjamas for her as well)
But boy oh boy, the worst was yet to come.
a new resident had just been admitted. it turned out he was one of those-in my enrolled nurse's own words, " Pervert and a dirty old man"
He requested a BACK MASSAGE at bloody 3 a.m.... 3 a.m!!!!
And when i was rubbing his back with some moisturizing cream, he asked me to go lower, and lower.
of course, i stopped right above his bum and told him that was the lowest i could go.
then i got the hell outta his room and tried my best to avoid going in there again.
All right. i've got all that outta my system now. After all this whiny complaints and pointless blathering about what a miserable night i had last night, i will now sign off and pray for much better night duties to come.
Cheers.
Night duties are usually pretty easy as all the residents in the nursing home where i work are fast asleep and there's nothing much to do. The hardest part is usually trying to stay awake.
so when my friend Jojo called me to tell me that she was going to do the night duty with me that night, i was overjoyed. this meant i would not only have a bus buddy, it also meant staying awake could be easier as i had someone familiar to talk to and stuff.
Now, I don't know if my nursing home hired a town crier or something to announce throughout the whole nursing home that there were going to be two carers on duty last night ( there's usually one) but it seemed to me soon that ALL of the residents was intent on making sure they made full use of the extra pair of hands.
Our butts had barely touched the seats- much less warmed them!- when the call bells started ringing. and ringing. and ringing. and ringing.
Oh, they timed it all so perfectly! As soon as we were finished with one resident, the screen would light up again and show us which room was ringing. To top it all off, sometimes room 51 would ring when we had just come out of, say, room 3. that meant that we had to walk all the way down hallways and turn corner after corner to get to the OTHER end of the nursing home. And as soon as we were done with room 51, Room 14 would ring. and we would then have to haul our weary butts all the way down ANOTHER end. It is safe to say that none of us were very happy that night.
Especially when faced with comments such as " You're not a qualified registered nurse, are you? i want to talk to someone who knows something." or "I am usually tended to by Registered nurses and doctors at the hospital." Then there are some fussy ones who complain the room's too cold one minute, and too hot the next. I think i had at least 3 " I need to go to the toilet" and "I can't breathe" and "I need to move up the bed more". it seemed pretty obvious after a few minutes into my shift that their sole purpose that night was to drive us up the walls and out of the nursing home, screaming and tearing at our clothes. But i resisted the temptation to do so and prevailed.
Oh yes, i prevailed through 5- and i repeat 5!!!!!!- COMPLETE bed changes, 3 poo-cleaning processes and a MULTITUDE of wandering insomniac residents who scared the hell outta me when i ran into them in the darkened halls in their long, white nighties. Yes, i managed to stay sane after all that. *give myself a pat on the back*
i even managed to overlook the sadistic resident who thanked me after changing her dirty drawsheet by wetting her entire bed ( which consists of 5 different sheets) and her nightie ( which meant a change of pyjamas for her as well)
But boy oh boy, the worst was yet to come.
a new resident had just been admitted. it turned out he was one of those-in my enrolled nurse's own words, " Pervert and a dirty old man"
He requested a BACK MASSAGE at bloody 3 a.m.... 3 a.m!!!!
And when i was rubbing his back with some moisturizing cream, he asked me to go lower, and lower.
of course, i stopped right above his bum and told him that was the lowest i could go.
then i got the hell outta his room and tried my best to avoid going in there again.
All right. i've got all that outta my system now. After all this whiny complaints and pointless blathering about what a miserable night i had last night, i will now sign off and pray for much better night duties to come.
Cheers.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Why Do We Have To Grow Up???
Why do we have to grow up???
Seriously.
i see no need to go through that tiring, time-consuming process..
if growing up wasnt a natural thing and i had a choice. i'd stop growing at 17.
then i could stay forever as an adolescent and would never ever have to shoulder all the stupid responsibilities and troubles and worries that come along with adulthood.
With adulthood comes nagging worries, stupid responsibilities, high expectations..
i have to say, i desperately admire all those who have managed to grow up, and done it so well. you guys are my heroes, my IDOLS. How the hell do you do it???
the only things i used to worry about when i was still in high school was my studies, my swimming ( before i quit) who had broken up with who and who was together with who, what clothes to wear to tuition classes.... and maybe mindless stuff like if i was gonna get grounded for spending too much money....
Now, i the only stuff i think about when i'm free is Bills, Rent, Studies, Work, My Weight, My Money, My Fees.... oh and did i mention Money????
i hate money. i absolutely abhor it with a kind of passion never seen before. why do we complicate our lives with these coloured paper that makes your hands smell funny after holding it for too long?
In the words of Shakespeare ( i think): Lord, what fools these mortals be!!!
why, if i didnt need it to pay my bills and buy my essentials, i would gladly do without it!
i used to be an i-came-i-saw-i-bought sorta person.
now i'm an i-came-i-saw-i-considered-i-came-back-again-i-bang-my-head-on-the-wall-i-dunno sorta person.... this is what growing up does to you!!!! it feels your head with worrying nonsense and adds more weight on your shoulders!!!
Come to think of it. Growing up only has two advantages:
1. Alcohol ( i Dont take alcohol anyway)
2. Driving( which i still havent learnt yet and probably wont for a very long time to come)
So see?
there really is no point in growing up!!!
Seriously.
i see no need to go through that tiring, time-consuming process..
if growing up wasnt a natural thing and i had a choice. i'd stop growing at 17.
then i could stay forever as an adolescent and would never ever have to shoulder all the stupid responsibilities and troubles and worries that come along with adulthood.
With adulthood comes nagging worries, stupid responsibilities, high expectations..
i have to say, i desperately admire all those who have managed to grow up, and done it so well. you guys are my heroes, my IDOLS. How the hell do you do it???
the only things i used to worry about when i was still in high school was my studies, my swimming ( before i quit) who had broken up with who and who was together with who, what clothes to wear to tuition classes.... and maybe mindless stuff like if i was gonna get grounded for spending too much money....
Now, i the only stuff i think about when i'm free is Bills, Rent, Studies, Work, My Weight, My Money, My Fees.... oh and did i mention Money????
i hate money. i absolutely abhor it with a kind of passion never seen before. why do we complicate our lives with these coloured paper that makes your hands smell funny after holding it for too long?
In the words of Shakespeare ( i think): Lord, what fools these mortals be!!!
why, if i didnt need it to pay my bills and buy my essentials, i would gladly do without it!
i used to be an i-came-i-saw-i-bought sorta person.
now i'm an i-came-i-saw-i-considered-i-came-back-again-i-bang-my-head-on-the-wall-i-dunno sorta person.... this is what growing up does to you!!!! it feels your head with worrying nonsense and adds more weight on your shoulders!!!
Come to think of it. Growing up only has two advantages:
1. Alcohol ( i Dont take alcohol anyway)
2. Driving( which i still havent learnt yet and probably wont for a very long time to come)
So see?
there really is no point in growing up!!!
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