A boring tale of a boring work experience

YAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!! We're on the grey level, near a toilet, and not the nearest class to the SAC...meaning teachers won't here us making noise cos they won't be passing by our way!!! OK, so the lockers are smaller, and Stevie is CT, and Ali Chew PCT, but that makes the class more crazy right? A dynamic, talk cock duo and a screwed up class... next year's gonna be fun(I hope and should be unless we get tons of homework and horrid teachers)! Today went for BB early cos I thought I had to take my Christian Education re-exam cos they lost my script, so I left waterpolo early and took the exam. Much later during parade, I found, to my horror, I had passed and my script had not been lost when I took the exam in March...I had taken the exam this morning for nothing!!! BB was ok, had captain's ball...zheng yang's idea again, and he's not even in activities! Anyway, this week has been nuts, I never imagined work experience would be like this, time to tell a tale of the slackest week of my life(during school term).
Monday- went to the rehab clinic with my partner, Jon Lui. To our delight, no one was there, so we wandered the hospital until 11 when we asked and were allowed to go for lunch until 1.30pm.After that did nothing until 3.30 when we went for ORIENTATION...and we had already walked around the hospital like, I can't even remember how many times,lol. Went home at 5, so spent 4 hrs slacking in total, and that's just Monday.
Tuesday- went to x-ray department, in the morning, I saw 2 MRI scans, was told how the magnet works and was then neglected, so after that 1.5hrs, I decided to read a book, and later was sort of issued an ultimatum by an irrate 60+ looking doctor, either read outside, or stop reading, I chose the former, and I hope that shows to you how boring it was sitting in a dark and cramped room watching a screen of images which I wasn't trained to be able to decipher. Went for lunch at 12.15 to Macs again, having gone on Monday. Bumped into my mom, who told the whole department that I was her son, and gave Lui and I some garlic bread. After lunch we got a proper tour of the place, so it was quite fun, and spent 0.5hrs watching the CT scan screens before reading until 4.30, when I went home.
Wednesday- most dramatic day. Had this Malay nurse, Nazri, show us around the accident and emergency place, before getting a call that a 65-yr old woman in ICU with cancer of the pancreas had a family who wanted to take her off the respirator at home so she could die on her bed. I went upstairs to the ICU, it was a depressing place, children crying and others dying, I felt kind of sad being there. Lui and I were told to take off our student attachment tags so the family wouldn't know we were just students as they might get angry, however Lui wasn't going into the ambulance. I helped carry her from her bed and into her stretcher, then along with the nurses, helped push her down to the ground level, and again helped lift her into the ambulance. In the amulance, there was a daughter, Nazri, a gay-looking Fillipino nurse, Vincent(the driver), and me. We sped along the highway at 120km/hr to her house at East Coast. The patient, who's eyes had been nearly closed the whole time, suddenly opened them fully as we got off the highway, and she teared/cried. Nazri carried out CPR, as the woman's daughter looked on worriedly. Her pulse returned, and we hurried to the house and had to take her to her room on the second floor. There, in her bedroom,still on the stretcher, she died in front of her family and us, as we made it with 20s to spare. God didn't want her to go by pulling off the respirator, he made sure she died the more moral way, dying naturally. As the family burst into tears, we left for the ambulance, as Nazri put it, "to let the family cool off". Ten minutes later, we re-entered the house, and took out the drips and put on plasters, before finally changing her into decent clothing as the hospital gown had to be taken back. We also had to take her off the stretcher and onto the bed, before tucking her in, snug beneath the blankets to warm her cold body. How do I know it was cold? I touched her with my hands! Later, I realised that most people, even medical students, faint when they witness a death, let alone touch a dead body, change its clothes, and take out drips from the body, so I guess I must have a bit of bravery, considering I just felt sad for her and the family. I prayed for her to myself, not like with closed eyes and all, but just a quick prayer for her departed soul, I know its in heaven, you'll know why later. Went back and did nothing as it was Lui's turn on the ambulance, although his was less dramatic, and did I mention the FREE nasi lemak lunch given by those super nice A and E people? Later, when Lui returned, he handed me 2 huge packs of Cadbury chocolate and a Snapple drink, he also had one and a Pringles. It turned out Nazri had bought these snacks for us, how good can it get? I took one Cadbury and a drink, but didn't want the Pringles, as I don't really like it.
Thursday- checked the Obutaries, and the patient was there, with a Christian quote beneath her picture and name, haha, that's how I found out she must be in heaven. Went to my mom's friends clinic, under her friend, Dr. Liang Te Shan. In the morning were all expats, while in the afternoon locals. We had lunch from 11.30 to 2.30, as he said no patients came during this time. With time to kill, Lui and I wandered Tanglin Mall before meeting Bryan Yeo for lunch at the food court(no more Mac's in case I become the next super size me person). Called Zheng Hao who was doing nothing at Singtel to meet us, so we went to Orchard MRT to meet him. How fun! We talked and walked all the way back to Gleneagles- good way to burn the calories eaten when one consumes a giant chicken chop with a lot of excess oil. Zheng Hao wanted to stay with us in the clinic, so we invented a story about him being our PSL (Peer Support Leader). Then stood for the rest of the day in the office, getting aching knees, and bad circulation. Left at 4 for chinese tuition where I learned how to play cards again cos I keep forgetting how to play.
Friday- went to the dreaded ward 7 West. After seeing one male patient with the nurse, we couldn't do anything cos we were told we couldn't go into female patient's rooms and all the other patients on the level were female. So we walked around the level discussing inter-class before asking whether we could be reunited with our bags in the nurse tea room. We were allowed! And were also given permission to watch TV! So spent the day slacking there, watching a bit of HBO, CNN, and Iron Chef, there were no cable channels besides HBO, BBC, and CNN. Also read, listened to music, and had an early lunch. Went off at 3 to do IC card and passport. In total we walked around the ward 25 times, and slacked for countless hours, how's that for work experience?

Last post?

If my last post hurt any one in any way again, i believe that it is time to stop this damn blog, somethings are best kept to yourself or your close friends( defined as someone u know and trust, not who u hang out with), so if this is the last blog i ever write you to give a hand to my close friends from 3.16 Habakkuk, 2004: ivan, ali, melvin, zheng hao, roobs, blt, sean, tp, nick yeo, jon lui, ken tay, tim seow, jordan, darren, sarinder, aizat, luke, and dale. The rest of u, i doubt u would be reading this, but ur all friends, now to see whether this is the last post... hmmm?

Food for thought: WORLD PEACE

OK fellas, this thing is getting out of hand. I'm really sorry ivan, for hurting ur feelings. But now i realise that ali had misunderstood u too, and he relayed the wrong message to me. I hope u realise that i was not the 'primary source', as it goes in history, so the fact is that my evidence (ali), was inaccurate. And my thoughts are what this blog is supposed to be about, i don't say a lot, and often am the follower, but this blog does shows some feelings i don't agree with, the socialite thought was one of those thoughts which played with my mind, and so i put it down, but i dont agree with it. If you would like to know, i have also thought that i think that shaun phoon was too solo, kenneth lim too ineffective, the defence crap, jarvin inaccurate, and i was the most effective player in 3.16 against 3.4, and like the socialite thought, i didnt say it and don't agree with it, but its a thought anyway. If I agreed that ivan was egostic and flashy kid i would not hang out with him...look how many rugger friends i've got, yea, 0, and i don't like a lot of waterpolo players either, hence I skip training cos i dont talk to them and feel bored. I'd like to say that i still trust ivan and alastair, as they are both good people who, due to miscommunication and a misunderstanding unfortunately involving me, the follower, are now at war, with ali attacking and ivan defending, and I well, the real loser as both my friends don't like each other and its assumed i'm on ali's side. I AM NOT.I don't think its nice to harrass someone via sms, and i vouch for world peace. Yes, world peace, can't we all get back to the good days of well, before friday night? Ivan and Alastair, i hope u both forgive one another, ali, i have decided that i still trust ivan and i still trust you, trust is something that the giver can give and take, i like to give. One final thought, I trust poh yee, and that's saying alot.

A paradox of emotions thanks to the EOY's

OK, if this seems like a paradox to you, it is. This year has been one supersonic year, I cannot remember a year which has gone by so quickly. I guess it has something to do with the endless projects, essays, and other 'creative' stuff. In fact, all my time this year has been spent catching up on unfinished homework, racing to meet project deadlines, and I spent virtually zero time relfecting and revising what was being taught in class, and even in class, let's just say the environment isn't the most condusive for studying in. Therefore, my expectations were extremely low, at the start of today I figured I could fail a maximum 7 subjects. The build-up to the releasing of scripts was nerve-wracking, but when it finally came out, I was spared agony in most subjects by the wonderful cheating tool used by teachers called moderation, in ms dharma's words, "to look good to MOE". No more 7 A1s for me this year, instead, it was a rather alien situation in which I was happy to pass, and in the end my average of around 61% was about 14% lower than last year, sigh, it at last hammered home that my standards have decreased drastically this year. Anyway, compared to other people, I was average. Topped biology with 65%, but due to my honesty, was reduced to 63.3%, but was still top in the class of 9. 5 people passed chem without moderation, and I was part of that band of brothers, so I have to thank God for that. I finished joint 2nd top for LA, with Ivan and Jarvin on 20/25. C Math was a scramble, failed with 37/80 but moderation helped me pass. Same for chinese, from 46 tp 54/100 (and paper 1 was a record 42.5/70, beating paper 2 which was 40/110). Now, what really disappointed me was IHS, while I got 73% (34/50 x2 +5) for history, I got a real bad score of 25/50 for IHS, can you believe that? POD was also borderline, scraping through at 25/50, and I only studied for half an hour, so I can't complain. The last subject, the one I have been ok in the whole year, i flunked- physics was terrible, 23/60, after moderation 48%, I should be ashamed. However God did help me do ok DESPITE all the slacking, the talking, the playing, and the project work which distracted the academic year of 2004, so thanks God, for this blessing. Oh yeah, and another blessing in disguise, this year the exams weigh less heavily on the percentages, with the stupid projectwork, essays, and other 'creative' stuff also getting recognition in the tabulating of marks, so the marks in the report book can't be that bad! Next year will be different, I promise, this year was rushed, I had to adapt to a new class, with new people, next year, next year, I'll be back.

Shit

Today was abosolute shit. Swore the f-word like, 3 times today. All during different situations. OK, the morning was ok, went for waterpolo and it was pretty bad, couldn't shoot for nuts, but in general the swimming/ passing/ handling was all fine. Then BB- Jerome and I are in the activites com., we said play football for games, then zheng yang decides to take matters into his own hands, gets his own motley crew of assholes and form their own games which although ok at first, got really horrid at the end. I liked the lame plot, and the first two games which were lame, of course... but what they had to do with dodgeball is beynod me. Then the real cock-up was the dodgeball game itself, stupid attitude sec 1 fatty pisses me off by acting like I'm his little bro, when he is shorter than me, only bigger, much bigger. So f-word one came when he couldn't hear me. Mr Foo was also pms-ing and it was vexing just listening to him talk or shout. Then before going for dinner at my grandfather's house, I was watching tv when my father told me to get him the newspapers from my room, when he was nearer and wasn't even doing anything. After getting it, he asked me to call my cousins to say we were going to pick them up on the way to dinner, when he was next to the phone. 2 lazy acts by a capitalistic adult who makes use of his slaves when he should jolly well have the independence to do these things on his own. While reaching for the phone, I dropped the remote, and he was like, "What's your problem?". No 3. After the call, he told me to call again, as he forgot to tell me to tell my cousin to get his health booklet out for a typhoid jab, cos we are all going to India for a mission trip. Again, he's nearer to the phone but just can't be bothered to move his fingers. After being disappointed when told that the booklet was kept somewhere only my cousin's mom knew, he walked out of the room. FINALLY, f-word came out, under my breath of course. Went to the dinner listening to music at a high volume, sulked at dinner, and after that went to watch van-helsing. My cousins, sisters, and I had no problems listening until those adults came in. Normally they stay downstairs to talk, but today, of all days, when I am in a volatile mood, they come in. They talk loudly, and now the dialogue is drowned by the talk of Mahathir and the Alumni which he and my grandfather are in, SGH, and other medical shi*. Finally, I go to the front of the speakers to listen, only for my mom to ask why I was there. My father (it just HAD to be him), laughed that I was afraid of the bloody show, screw him lah. I say nothing, my mood had lifted after dinner, but had reached new depths in anger, tiredness, and frustration again. I turned the volume on my iPod to max. in the car, and listened to my happy ending, numb, breaking the habit, and faint, so they could hear. Laughed at me again in the car, as they asked a question and assumed i didn't hear it. Normally I wouldn't give a damn, but tonight has been one of those nights, you know, when every little thing pisses you off. I even kicked my sandals, GENTLY kicked my sister pretending to be a dog and irritating me, but I warned her first that I was in a bad mood so yeah, I guess she deserved it to some extent. Went back to my room and f-word three came. Now I'm feeling better again by voicing my feelings on my blog, summed up by one word, one title: shit.

Darn Post-Exam Activities

This year's post-exam activities suck. First the life science lecture for 4 HOURS when it was supposed to be a physics workshop. The Jap/China guy was super boring, wasted my life there, ended up playing with the powerpoint pen tool during the slideshow on my com., stupid really. Then there was a spate extremely boring lectures by various teachers, including a carrer quiz. Judging by the results being a doctor (or rather, a pro, as i could end up being a teacher(horror!!!)), is only second option. My ideal job would be to be an artist, a someone skilled at arts. WHY??? Absolute nonsense, I know I did well for art last year but that doesn't mean I want to be an artist! Oh yeah, on Wednesday Dan Leong made zhi yuan, jeff, dale, and I participate in a school math quiz, and in the end only I turned up, sigh, and to think there were ad math questions and i take bio...finished the darn thing quickly and said I got tuition so I could go and play football. That's what I've been doing really, playing football after school everyday. Playing crap as well, cos I'm totally off-form and the inter-class is next week, argh! Anyway, I believe in the saying that form is temporary, class is permenant, ok maybe i'm not class, but it's still nice to comfort yourself this way. Next week will continue to be xian, I hate these darn post-exam activities.

the exam

The exams are halfway over!!! Physics yesterday was tough, and everyone said it was easy, but upon consultation with friends, I realised I knew as much as them, they were just a more optamistic bunch of people. The rest of the exams have been ok, save math and chem. Chem will pass, but i want an A, which now looks beyond me. Math 1 was good, but the paper 2 was pure crap...then my tutor said that i screwed up the first question...anyway, what's done is done. Today is history, which explains why i can blog now as i dont take ad math, but that also means we end on friday, not thrusday-sigh. Everyday one paper, so frustrating, just have to hang in there. Tomorrow is chinese, noooooooo.........die, trust in God, try my best, and hope its easy. This year has passed real quick, there's no time for losers, cos we are the champions my friend...and we'll keep on fighting till the end...:) an out of point song which i'm listening to right now by Queen, guess what its called (2m). Ur ans:_______________________
Correct ans: We Are The Champions by Queen.