tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62660152011-04-22T01:48:06.001+08:00weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath...chloEnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-22692035519933633202009-04-05T00:55:00.002+08:002009-04-05T01:01:34.920+08:00

have such an unsettled feeling. ughhhh..leaving the day after tomorrow. and its not really alot of time since my flight is at 6am. so technically if u count down, its in just 30 hours. and one big luggage is still unpacked. STILL UNPACKED. and i still have misc stuff to pack in. my IT stuff. my stationary. SO UNSETTLED. feeling v stressed and upset. oh no!!!!!!said goodbye to alot of fwens the

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-10654873762873636642009-02-08T00:13:00.005+08:002009-02-08T00:45:14.155+08:00

name: Yeenglocation: londonlength of stay: 2 yrssmiles captured: infinityprobably the fwen who makes me smile & laugh the mostthe fwen i miss v much nowname: Meitoonlocation: Australialength of stay: 1 yrsmiles captured: all thru'out the MC term & beyonda devoted volunteer who has passion to serve name: fav crystallocation: australialength of stay: 2 yrssmiles captured: big, wide, and manythe

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-43801660071400419202009-01-31T00:32:00.002+08:002009-01-31T00:38:05.047+08:00

the glory of a life, livedbut for a fleeting momentlike flowers blossom and witherpetals fall awayyou, will be remembered to ku-kutill 30th Jan 2009

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-75867858616986184532009-01-24T00:28:00.003+08:002009-01-24T01:13:16.006+08:00

today i resigned.after 9 months here training as a pre-reg, and 11 months as a pharmacist. bittersweet, i must say.the bad times are really very very bad. patients made me cry at least on 2 occasions. out of exasperation. so many other times on the verge of tears. alot of angst and anger. yet cannot tell them off cos we are in the service industry. just hv to grit my teeth and bear with it. and i

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-39037917767365787472009-01-10T14:43:00.004+08:002009-01-10T14:51:01.895+08:00

O Love beyond compare,Thou art good when Thou givest,When Thou takest away,When the sun shines upon me,When the night gathers over me.Thou has loved me before the foundation of the world,And in love didst redeem my soul;Thou dost love me still,In spite of my hard heart, ingratitude, distrust.Thy goodness has been with me during another year,Leading me through a twisting wilderness,In retreat

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-38252657323688401912009-01-01T00:01:00.001+08:002009-01-01T00:02:45.525+08:00

the past 12 months. awfully long time. yet, it seems to fly by. we live only 80 years. 90 at best. and 1 year is just strangled away. to join the other Wasted Years. probably the most difficult year of my life.mostly filled with hurt and anger, sadness and despair. yes i'm kinda relieved 2008 is over. but with lil comfort for 2009. why do u wish happy new year? its just a re-emphasis i'll never

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-83923970929518310722008-11-24T00:51:00.002+08:002008-11-24T01:02:00.999+08:00

unsure, hesitant, tentativeshythoughts run amokin my mindmy mind is an open fieldwith swaying grass, dotted with flowersand Thought spreads her handsraises it up to the sun and dancesand others follow suita field full of danceso much to saywords in my mouthbut somehow silencedoverwhelmed by emotionsa silent dancefamiliar, nostalgia, missingreassuredput me in my dreamof flowers and green grassof

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-86058659103241506472008-11-02T23:57:00.004+08:002008-11-03T00:23:04.296+08:00

uggghhhhhhsuper bad monday blues. and its only Sunday 11.59pm. faintssssssmy monday blues get worse and worse. really making a diligent effort not to get so worked up at work. but i'm just a grump. to the extent tt i dun talk abt work to anyone, esp on weekends. esp in church i really just say, don't ask.trying to remind myself of my nice colleagues. the real happiness in working life. very nice

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-34477456596212707032008-10-19T00:14:00.004+08:002008-10-19T00:22:39.898+08:00

trying to make myself happy...thinking of life ahead, hopes and dreams http://www.icetourist.is/ http://www.icetourist.is/ http://www.icetourist.is/

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-4005332334978614072008-10-18T23:16:00.004+08:002008-10-18T23:19:50.661+08:00

i cannot take leave and i'm super upset super dejected. just 2 days. TWO DAYS. 2 days in november yet cannot. so ridiculous. then my family will go bangkok without me. talk about work-life balance. just a bunch of crap.my pharm sisters also face leave woes. our taiwan trip postponed from june 08 to august to november to march 09. so ridiculous.hallo, taking leave is our right, not our priviledge.

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-30775826769170266872008-09-24T23:45:00.001+08:002008-09-24T23:47:58.029+08:00

just watched a moving documentary called Earth from Above. today was about water and dams and its both beautiful (the free waterfalls) and sad (the trapped rivers). have been watching this series and always never fails to touch me - how some ppl fight so hard for a worthy cause, to save the earth we live in. perhaps living in a city, we forget how beautiful our world actually is. or take it for

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-31587248431976007622008-09-14T00:02:00.002+08:002008-09-14T00:03:25.403+08:00

miserable. demoralizing.really have a phobia of phone ringing already. esp that nokia tune. sends shivers up my spine. my life has never been ruled by a handphone. till now. eat dinner, bathe, wash dishes, everything must be chop chop. all ruled by The Phone. what a curse.if only i just open my mouth and food comes in. (spoilt)emotions swing to 2 sides - disgust and irritability, to

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-37051392797370425502008-09-10T23:06:00.002+08:002008-09-10T23:08:10.561+08:00

my life is ruled by a telephonei jump when i hear that nokia ring tone. sounds like a nightmare now.got woken up at 3.30am. then tried hard to get back to sleep. then ring again at 4am.very tiredtoday was reminded that Coffee exists. i think i nv drink coffee in months.really looking forward to freedom from this phone. now want to sleep also must put phone in strategic place. and feel v nervous

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-60339691776984791632008-09-09T22:42:00.002+08:002008-09-09T22:59:19.172+08:00

my best fwen yinggai organized lunch today.. he said cos quek nv see me for a long time. actually i think he bluff its just cos he's my best fwen so he has to organize lunch. but really i think i nv see quek for 2 years. or even more. but quek nv change. just tt he look as sloppy as ever - yes i told him so. and he went 'wa piang' and laugh so loudly as usual. so funny. HAHA. i think quek nv

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-52520040710943338672008-09-06T01:38:00.001+08:002008-09-06T01:39:29.375+08:00

the thunderstorm is pastthe sky is clearingyet leaving us walking in the puddlespuddles of uncertainty, of hope, of despair, of courage

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-21510942311632899502008-09-06T00:20:00.003+08:002008-09-06T01:40:56.603+08:00

humiliation- of being screamed at by a psyc pt- i know she's psyc. but i hv nv been so disrespected- we are pharmacists; professionals, not counter girlshumbleness- of which i must learntolerance- of which i endure everyday, mentallyloss of direction- i am just plodding along daily. waiting for smth to happen?- for what?frustration- of work, of my lifeexcitement- for yeeng who landed a job in

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-48772559371591533992008-08-14T22:36:00.000+08:002008-08-14T23:00:00.415+08:00

call it panic / semi-inspiration / semi-motivation. more like a feeling of inadequacy. or motivation not-to-lao-kui-in-front-of-Dr. so therefore i am gg to study tonight. cos patient who is hiv positive decided to hv syphilis and also hv cryptosporidiosis. i dont think there exists another word with 3 'o's, 3 'i's 3 's's and 2 'r's. congratulations we all learnt a new word today. they shld put

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-7713390949819419552008-08-11T22:33:00.002+08:002008-08-12T00:44:09.793+08:00

Ubin 9th August 08(long anticipated by our Leader HR)we awoke to a bright and sunny day, the sky a nice blue, the sea a nice blue, and the jetty a nice blue. too. off we went on our lil chuggy boat to the offshore island of rural Ubin(pronounced as ooh-bin)me and The Leaderthe pharm sistersthe generalized fuss starfruitrambutansand then someone mentioned we shld hv brought a friend along that can

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-13761941132207700402008-08-04T23:51:00.000+08:002008-08-04T23:52:04.307+08:00

you look really good.

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-20681766703385093912008-08-03T23:25:00.002+08:002008-08-04T00:42:28.990+08:00

RAOUL: 'No more talk of darkness,Forget thesewide-eyed fears.I'm here,nothing can harm you -my words will warm and calm you.Let me beyour freedom,let daylight dry your tears.I'm here,with you, beside you,to guard you and to guide you...CHRISTINE:Say you love meeverywaking moment,turn my head with talk of summertime...Say you need mewith you, now and always...promise me that all you say is true -

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-80044833898937803262008-07-25T00:39:00.000+08:002008-07-25T00:40:30.705+08:00

looking for some consolationinstead..

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-37051216819878401212008-07-09T23:51:00.002+08:002008-07-10T00:03:24.959+08:00

sighthe sound of windrustling the tree leavesfrom whence comes my help?

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-30048702370836961052008-07-02T23:53:00.003+08:002008-07-03T00:34:48.960+08:00

been a busy week.. my weekend was spent sleeping + studying (or trying very hard to, but not v productive) and i sat for my competency exam on monday. dun feel v competent. the qns that he sat are really ____. its day 3 of me covering the renal + infectious disease + general ward. triple faints. but not too bad. hope i dun kill anyone. anyways. i think its hard to study and work at the same time.

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-91625952947861065842008-06-28T22:41:00.002+08:002008-06-28T23:38:24.240+08:00

wheahwork work work. everyday open my eyes, sigh, get out of bed, rush out of house, walk and eat bfast, arrive at mrt, eye for a seat, sleep, wakeup, run for the staff shuttle. hobble to work. wear my white coat. chuck bag into small cubby hole. sit at my station. choose a stragetic spot (normally counter 2-3 gets all the scoldings, dunno why.) logon my ID. get a basket. look at the script. look

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-31603569815754286282008-06-21T23:15:00.017+08:002008-06-22T00:46:25.296+08:00

back from my 5 day KL trip to visit my cousins and their babies... and time really zooms past. actually it takes 3/4 of a day to travel to KL so actually its only a 3 day heaven...ironically, instead of feeling refreshed (okay la, i am refreshed cos i slept alot and got rid of my eye bags) u tend to feel more lethargic & lost momentum after a trip... maybe cos u tend to wanna be on holiday

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-85722644104936285442008-06-14T01:11:00.001+08:002008-06-14T02:19:08.571+08:00

i am flowerflower came from this land. actually i dunno where this is.yeeng u must enlighten me.anyway this is the June picture. grand eh?perhaps this is a concert hall. where posh grand ppl come and hear heavenly music.and when the last encore is called, limos and smiling happy ppl pour out of the grand entrance.imagine it in the days of old, when horse-drawn carriages pull up and the gentleman

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-8880375170257266812008-06-11T23:49:00.004+08:002008-06-12T00:58:38.273+08:00

today, one year of working in nuh...yesterday, our names were officially up on the board...were school times really that long ago?today i got a pwesent.

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-81743293951921708742008-06-10T23:40:00.003+08:002008-06-10T23:54:37.135+08:00

i want to be a Goretex material.today a drunk patient screamed at me. really screamed at me. he approached my counter then shoved his ticket at me. irritated alr. when asked to approach another counter cos i had 2 patients in queue he started screaming. really screaming. AL then rescued me. she said she can smell alcohol & his face was red. anyway. i was soooo ____. ughghghghg. whatever. roll

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-3791358490548613412008-06-09T23:57:00.018+08:002008-06-10T01:18:11.429+08:00

fluctuating emotionsnot really. just feel like a steady grump. day in day out. work. home. eat. tv. sleep. next day again. the peak is not too high either, there's this ceiling that dampens. just like how u cant breathe fast enough when u're running even tho u wish to. why is that so. protective mechanism to prevent hyperventilation, overstressing the heart. but in the end u still paining cos of

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-37076359167999905892008-05-26T22:33:00.003+08:002008-05-26T22:38:22.302+08:00

i just realised some thingswanted to title this 'back from batam'. then i realised tt i dunno how to put titles to my post.i realised i nv put titles to my posts before. its always been untitled.after looking around i say "where where" to myself. i dunno how to put a title.give up.getting old. just back from batam last night at 6pm.. went to sleep at 9.30pm... and i'm still tired!didnt turn brown

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-61284120163471158282008-05-22T23:49:00.005+08:002008-05-23T00:31:29.406+08:00

our post-pre-reg pharmacist dinner treatboss treated all of us to dinner at sushi tei at vivocity. so generous of him and i think we spent a bomb. but the most amazing thing was that he also gave us presents as a congratulatory gift - each of us got a different watch. amazed and touched. he even wrote a lil postcard for each of us. thank goodness jess hp and i arrived first to chop seat, then we

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-85977105055927223712008-05-19T22:32:00.002+08:002008-05-19T22:46:37.506+08:00

spent the whole afternoon in church today, doing art and craft. my Decor Team duties. haha.. but its a day well spent. now my hands are sore. and really really tired. didnt get to sleep my weekend this time. wheah. sleep is so important to a koala.feel excited finally having something to do. not just drifting around. saturday we went out to wreck arab street for cloth and yesterday and today we

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-19659494916203154712008-05-19T00:45:00.003+08:002008-05-19T01:22:23.194+08:00

my rant:been a busy week. quite hectic in fact. monday was fabulous and i wore my present-blouse. and i met huirei at clementi coffeeshop for an emergency mtg. tuesday i closed shop with honyen. even tho both of us still very green, we managed to close shop at 8.15, the earliest i closed shop so far. aww the nightmarish day tt i went home at 9pm. normally when u close shop thats the end of ur

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-74784998546332570992008-05-19T00:31:00.003+08:002008-05-19T00:45:49.534+08:00

helpless worthless piece of junk.how do i comfort u. how do i shield u from ur mother's qns. how do i block ur ears from the voices around u. how do i silence the voices in ur head. how do i quieten the unrest that unsettles ur soul.how do i stop this torment.today in the church bulletin there was this sentence about ps 103:13. that 'we may be in misery because we have foolishly sinned and are

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-11494158009703604392008-05-12T23:42:00.003+08:002008-05-13T23:50:25.882+08:00

my heart feels lightalthough it is so heavyfeels like the ice around my heart has melted momentarilynose on facehow have we sufferedhow have we grownor is our heart too sore, too numb, too deadis He satisfied with mehave i done my besthave i stood the testis He satisfied with memy heart is small happy. tho i also dont know why.

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-17205591141687665832008-05-06T23:59:00.004+08:002008-05-07T00:23:45.084+08:00

what is your state of mind nowblankness, darkness, sadnessdespair, disrepairfretful, fearful, dreadfulsufferinganguishpainsomehow the mental state affects the physical state. in WWII with those horrid nazis, alot of jews got TB not only cos of the deplorable living conditions, but clinicians found tt those who with depression had higher rates of contracting tb and also poorer prognosis. so knows

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-62288855406427468422008-05-01T22:04:00.003+08:002008-05-01T22:11:34.752+08:00

first of mayits a special song. from my judith glover diary, May 07today i went for the rooster's outing. a rather last minute decision. i havent seen them for so long, the last time was when yeeng was in singapore in september. so disgusting of me. great to see the good old faces. okay we are NOT old. reminds me of those times in the clubroom when we would mug together for exams. then mika would

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-22344521863654033342008-04-27T18:38:00.009+08:002008-04-27T19:13:36.386+08:00

the nice thing about bringing home a cake is opening the box and looking at cake inside. and cakes are all pretty nowadays. when i pass by cake shops i look at cakes for the heck of it. however poor nuh begawan solo is so predictable. predictable cakes are boring.anyways i felt bored on friday and decided to pop by Raffles City and get some doughnuts. there's this doughnut craze in singapore. or

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-69648155198233302592008-04-23T23:57:00.003+08:002008-04-24T00:07:06.959+08:00

relief. i peeped at pp sleeping this morning. he covered the blanket up to his neck and his pillow is beside him. i am glad my pp is handsome. let me brag. i put froggy on his pillow. he likes to hide my froggy and make him sit everywhere. in my heart i was praying so hard tt today's lab results will be clear. it was so so relieving when mama called me to say pp has clear lymph nodes. a weight

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-48661224623713108442008-04-21T23:24:00.003+08:002008-04-21T23:52:52.721+08:00

my mind wanders in this garden of tristsurreal reality is blanketed by its mistearly morning dew, condense upon green leavesdroplets heavy for flowers, whose posture, bereavedmorning sunlight feebly spreads her warm arms outthe breeze shudders, and swishes with a poutsilent waterfalls, plunge into the depths of tearsyet i walk not alone, the Lord is near

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-88415919062260346002007-11-18T22:37:00.000+08:002007-11-18T23:06:46.909+08:00

if i could live today again..to wake myself up from the reverieof your surreal presenceis it really you?i peep.why do words escape me, leaving me utterly speechlesswhen i have so much to say, imaginary conversations with uwhy do i feel so shywhen u are the most familiar person in the world to mewhy do i stand immobilized, rooted to the floorand just catch glimpses of u from afarwhy do thoughts

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-79700327212316444582007-11-15T22:21:00.000+08:002007-11-15T22:24:44.582+08:00

Remember Novemberwhat happiness it brings me- the warm cosy huggy feelingwhat comfort i have- seeing how far we have comethen and nowmy heart is happy.

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-27065282344068863542007-11-12T00:31:00.000+08:002007-11-12T01:49:52.628+08:00

it is as if...the sun has broken through the cloudsand u're not used to the suncos u're so used to the rainare we ready for the sun?or remain in the coolness of the rain?what is the sun?why do its rays shoot down in perfect lines?will it be good?what if its too strong?will the sun go back behind the clouds? and leave us in this rain?or will the sun stay, and take over the rain?will we ever forget

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-90068247816491208472007-11-09T00:24:00.000+08:002007-11-09T00:54:28.694+08:00

my pain stems from your painand your pain stems from minehow ironic it all seemshow intricately intertwinedif only i could lessen your hurtthe culprit of which was, foolish iif only i could soothe your frownand take away all your sighstill when? we ask, till we crumbleis it all part of walking in the lightunanswered questions, fearful thoughtshas all this blinded our goal in sight?pls heal, my

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-31957409706242786732007-11-07T23:31:00.000+08:002007-11-08T00:20:12.477+08:00

it could be worse- i could have cancer and die slowly from chemo- my heart could just fail and i die on the spot- while crossing the road i get flattened by a bus- i could fall into a coma and sleep forever- earth got hit by an asteroid & i got smashed by a rock- they hate u & condemn u & tell u to go away & scold u & i diethen all u can do is sit by the hospital bed and hold my cold hand as my

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-38522898927831212642007-11-04T22:52:00.000+08:002007-11-04T23:02:52.664+08:00

where are you?feels like i cant breathe againfeels like i'm clutching at thin air, with visions of youfeels like every time we get stronger we fall againfeels like time is standing still and mocking at usfeels like foreveri'm so numb i have no ability to understand anything anymore.can everyone stop hurting me. can God stop hurting me.

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-34586299448607319052007-11-03T22:48:00.000+08:002007-11-03T23:14:49.270+08:00

dear mama & pp. u've always given me whatever i wanted. especially pp. u've spoilt me thoroughly and always let me hv my way most of the time. i just need to sulk, and u give in. i feel so loved, so much a precious lil daughter to u. i know u'll always give me the best. but this time, i dont know why u wont give me. thru so much tears, so much entreaties, why do u cry with me. why do u try to

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-59598624874643758332007-10-24T21:41:00.000+08:002007-10-24T22:02:14.791+08:00

i woke up so happy today.. i had a wonderful dream. u know sometimes dreams are so real that u think u are living them out (like last time i dreamt i put my file in the cupboard then in real life i really cannot find it. not anywhere. wheah.)Anyway i dreamt that we were packing to go on a holiday! But i dont know where.. just that we are packing a lot if winter clothes and choosing which sweater

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-62129102383922622802007-10-20T23:00:00.000+08:002007-10-21T23:10:39.540+08:00

words of comfortwords that cheerswords of safetywords that securewords of understandingwords that calmswords of peacewords that soothewords of hopewords that encouragewords of lovewords that love.

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-10976569768563427192007-10-19T23:49:00.000+08:002007-10-19T23:57:14.572+08:00

ever felt scared about the future?i dont know if i can make it. surrounded by successful ppl. and here i am with my empty head. worse still, an empty heart. no passion in me for this at all. nothing drives me. nothing motivates me. just sit here and get progressively disillusioned. tho my pre-reg is 9mths, it was quoted to be really professionally competent it would take 2 yrs. i feel i'm not gg

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-43036582563699111472007-10-18T22:37:00.000+08:002007-10-18T23:14:11.210+08:00

today i broke the monotony of everyday life. i ate with zq for lunch. and he was telling me of his proj on blogs, and how most of them are complaints. actually this post is not to complain. but, i cant help it. life is TOO MONOTONOUS ALREADY. cant take it. u know, everyday life is NOT life. sometimes just feel like screaming... ahhhhhh... then jump up and down and throw my hands to my side. i

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-77554118363391124452007-10-10T23:14:00.000+08:002007-10-10T23:23:29.992+08:00

my classmate wrote in to the Straits Times forum.. just tot to post this here, with Grace's email reply.As a fresh graduate from the NUS pharmacy cohort 2007, I followed with great interest the recent exchanges in The Straits Times regarding the public's opinion about pharmacists and their roles as played out in hospitals and community pharmacies. What struck me was that the role of pharmacists

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-48552892124911047042007-10-10T22:43:00.000+08:002007-10-10T23:13:03.601+08:00

i need to whineperhaps its not whine. i need to VENT to shout and scream. things are getting so unreasonable, so unbearable. ahhhhhhhh. have lunch ALSO CANNOT HAVE LUNCH IN PEACE.here i am, tired, weary, trudging to the kitchen to microwave the spaghetti mama made for me cos the canteen food (1) sucks (2) overpriced (3) i've eaten every single thing and i just feel nauseated by everything. (4) it

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-66510506180109242252007-10-07T00:14:00.000+08:002007-10-07T01:27:17.086+08:00

and... it shall be called Providence.

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-34748752704836091712007-10-04T23:10:00.000+08:002007-10-04T23:21:49.015+08:00

victim of circumstance, we all are.gek-sim. So much angst in me. Perhaps its just all the latent unhappiness and pent-up frustrations that decided to manifest itself. Simply put, quite a sucky day at work. Had to control my tears so much. Sometimes i wonder, if i am in the wrong profession. I feel so inadequate everyday, so dumb. There's too much to know, too much to learn, too much to remember.

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-42215113174660922992007-09-29T00:35:00.000+08:002007-09-29T00:36:12.154+08:00

i promise to sleep at least 6 hours everyday.really hope to keep that promise. does sleeping on the mrt count?

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-38745361134528745472007-09-23T20:12:00.000+08:002007-09-23T20:27:14.921+08:00

last week was possibly the happiest week that i have had in 8 months... thank you to my special friend who gave me a heart attack. i hope u loved our favourite place, just looking at the water that sparkles, reflecting the nightlight. all seems so calm and serene, soothing to the tumult that we have in our hearts. the breeze was great, and i think we saw a shooting star. tho u insist its a fallen

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-40439802348037933492007-09-12T00:58:00.000+08:002007-09-12T01:36:24.184+08:00

Justification, Adoption, Sanctification, Assurance.if i cant remember the 4 great blessings, then it just means that its time for me to listen to the sermons again. and that will make me feel less empty as i travel home everyday after a hard day's work, and my imagination cannot taunt me. yes. brainwave.n a side note, hand-foot-mouth diease can be deadly, if it leads to encephalopathy. the poor

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-29319177960334643552007-09-09T00:01:00.000+08:002007-09-09T00:27:23.498+08:00

finished my 3 weeks in paediatrics. how i had so much to say, to tell, of those kids who are born all wrong, the agony and the guilt that their parents go thru to see their child in pain. how helpless medical care is to correct their extent of defect. to see deformities and developmental deficits in children who will never experience a normal life. unimaginable inborn errors. there is a sad story

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-77513620164248935752007-09-05T23:46:00.000+08:002007-09-05T23:59:58.243+08:00

thankful for daily strength to copethankful for clinging onto Your hopethankful for every blessed assurancethankful for vanquishing this trancethankful for your surprising maturitythankful for God's everlasting suretythankful for You hear me stifled praythankful You know words i cannot saythankful for daily merciful gracethankful for on me thine loving Facethankful everything is in Your

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-5916578650828254262007-08-30T11:44:00.000+08:002007-08-31T00:05:45.808+08:00

i wish to die.

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-4548973913231133202007-08-28T00:38:00.000+08:002007-08-28T00:39:43.697+08:00

thank you : O]memories bring happiness, not tears.

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-52751086403630536892007-08-26T22:45:00.000+08:002007-08-26T22:58:14.403+08:00

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,When sorrows like sea billows roll;Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,It is well, it is well, with my soul. It is well, with my soul,It is well, with my soul,It is well, it is well, with my soul. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,Let this blest assurance control,That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,And hath shed His

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-74439205191268301062007-08-22T23:23:00.001+08:002007-08-22T23:38:03.999+08:00

vomited on sunday and had 2 days mc. and crazily enough, i felt so happy. despite being pukey. okay vomiting was sucky, but the mc was great. slept my way thru the whole day, and that was such bliss. to just sleep and be a Koala. i woke, ate, slept, ate, slept. all my eye bags are gone! no nd to go to work. YAY. and just get pampered by my parents and play with my father and sheep (yes, von, its

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-66063915926809454282007-08-18T23:39:00.000+08:002007-08-19T00:00:44.644+08:00

all of us have our hopes and dreams. and when they come crashing to the ground, u drag yourself each day to live like a zombie. and everything is screaming in your head, telling u to give up, let loose, get out; and the torment doesnt leave u alone.words, words, words of encouragement, words of delusion, words of sympathy, words of understanding. too many words. the searing pain has become so

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-8461040475914413322007-08-16T23:18:00.000+08:002007-08-17T00:01:05.151+08:00

10.24pm. i smiled.how imagination can warp things to sound more sinister than they really are. on and on imagination runs, working you into a frenzy of despair and desolation. to wake up and feel like dying. the turmoil. and its given strength to be able to function out of my stupor, to work, to eat, to sleep.but now there's peace again. i am stronger, braver. i still have a long way to grow.: O]

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-91052756768753719742007-08-15T20:38:00.000+08:002007-08-15T20:54:10.683+08:00

dear God, please give us strength.i am bleeding too much, beyond wt i can bear. don't let him crumble, hold him up..'O God, have pity, for I am trusting you! I will hide beneath the shadow of your wings until this storm is past' Ps 57:1

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-4129096418460541422007-08-10T23:32:00.000+08:002007-08-10T23:49:36.420+08:00

i know i shldnt cry, for he would want me to be brave.i know i shldnt cry, for he would hush me and wipe the tears from my eyes.i know i shldnt cry, for we are finally walking in the light. to trust and obey.i know i shldnt cry, for i'll put my faith in God for strength. and He will grant him daily strength too.i know i shldnt cry, for he loves me so much to be able to let go. to let God.i know i

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-66790072594936892052007-07-31T23:00:00.001+08:002007-07-31T23:11:29.672+08:00

its been 22 weeks. and in 2 more days jooch will be back...i think no one will ever understand the silence of those long weeks. but thank you to all friends who cared to share this weight. it made the silence less oppressive, especially when i was feebly gasping for air. and how i had to drag myself thru the final sem, the dreary holidays, accustoming to work. when i just want to hiberate and

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-10892016638122730082007-07-18T23:38:00.000+08:002007-07-18T23:44:33.685+08:00

hope

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-47222222830489730772007-06-30T23:11:00.000+08:002007-06-30T23:17:06.956+08:00

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-78741774627162385212007-06-29T22:12:00.000+08:002007-06-29T22:18:23.438+08:00

i'm fed up. fed up of having to squeeze on the bus and arrive in a dishrivelled mess everyday. fed up of having aching feet, fed up of being screamed at just because different people tell me different things. fed up of having rushed lunch, fed up of travelling so far so early everyday. fed up of not having my pharm sisters around, so utterly displaced from my life now. fed up of being alone in my

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-20231636756327682302007-06-27T01:17:00.000+08:002007-06-27T01:28:40.742+08:00

well wellthis spells the end of the 2 day orientation and 2 week induction period.. tmr i am going to i/p proper. i think i can only expect, and mentally prepare myself for harder things...(for the lack of a word! oh!) the past week in o/p has been super busy, and has the added stress of patient contact. beginning to wonder if i dun learn to love my patients, how will i provide them the optimal

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-28271282347588781022007-06-22T00:01:00.000+08:002007-06-24T23:55:24.218+08:00

hee!!! i got an ecard from YEENG!!! and its so cute.. this lil ladybug is walking ard the ecard!!!ladybugs are special to yeeng and me. hee. cos yeeng is like a ladybug. and we both say "ladybug" in high pitch voices.. LADEEEEEEEEEEE-BUG! ladybug walking! hee.. its lil legs moving!and the lil ladybug climbed its way up to a pwetty flower! hee. see i managed to capture ladybug standing up (i had

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-36845081451575648042007-06-16T23:41:00.000+08:002007-06-17T00:06:01.225+08:00

my first wk of work, and i am pooped..day 1 already, got bombarded with 9 projects.. i think they are trying to give us mental preparation.. tues got more projects, so much so i lost count already... dun wanna count, heart pain.. every rotation, will hv at least 3 projects... on top of discussion sessions, daily workload, and take-home studying.. 1st day of work we went home at 7.15pm. suppsosed

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-27333029981879382242007-06-12T22:36:00.000+08:002007-06-12T22:39:02.721+08:00

try to sleep now, close ur eyes,soon the birds will stop singing,twinkling stars, all shining bright,they will be watching u all night.all the things you enjoy, on this beautiful day.all your toys, all your friends,will be waiting for u to playtry to sleep now, close ur eyes,try to think of tmlall the stars, wish u goodnight,so i m switching off the light.one more hug one more smile,kiss u once

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-37426129701756818682007-06-10T00:28:00.000+08:002007-06-10T01:09:49.229+08:00

my last week of holidays..hmm. restful. that is how i would describe it.. and tho i STILL have not done many things tt i would hv liked to do, like:finish the lil book for yeengpaint smth on canvasclear my clothes cupboard*clear my 4yrs of notes and shit*finish making my graduation scrap book with mamago orchard many times & buy lotsa clothes(*) means MUST do.. not like-to-do.. argh.... i need

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-34320780533520216882007-06-06T13:45:00.000+08:002007-06-06T18:42:54.200+08:00

the Navy Open House.. with our tour guide Mighty Mao (who looks quite shocked in this picuture)here we are at the expo.. every GIRL got a pamphlet from a guy who said he only gives girls pamphlets. i went to box him cos he missed me out. walking in front with mao. do i look like a guy?? raaaaaaaa...here we are, waiting for the ride on mao's boat. look at fav crystal's hair! haha! cos of mao, we

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-19110372831651743222007-05-28T23:55:00.000+08:002007-05-29T01:05:05.542+08:00

this lil sheeplet is from lijie... its all the way from europe, and i'm gg to put it on my bag as a first-day-at-work gift!!! thank you lijie, u are so sweet! its an angel-sheeplet!!! =)lijie. i really owe u a big one. that girl, she came all the way from khatib to tampines to meet me for 10mins then go home again..just to pass me this:really very touched. it means alot to me.. (my "rations"

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-61314476179794162492007-05-28T01:48:00.000+08:002007-05-28T01:49:54.386+08:00

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-78168626064665418592007-05-26T23:19:00.000+08:002007-05-26T23:52:02.133+08:00

angry at myself for being a complete wreck without himwhen no one understands i'm only half livingthere is a dense fog in the world i live ini want to sleep and wake up in augustwhen no one sees how for a pathetic 12 weeksall i have of him is this; pictures & allegorieswhich i post here, and u think it diabeticall i have of him is webcam remnantswhen i touch his faceonly to feel a cold hard

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-51029726955138278012007-05-19T22:59:00.000+08:002007-05-19T23:53:37.027+08:00

friends. no one can do without them.2 weeks of my holidays have passed, and i think i have been staying at home alot... trying to clear my 4 years of crap... helping my mum with the groceries and learning to cook a little. also been gg to church alot to help with the upcoming World Bookfair at Suntec.. price tagging, stocktake.. tiring but rewarding work... its like on the edge of smth new - the

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-56262935493998960152007-05-16T00:20:00.000+08:002007-05-16T01:20:12.176+08:00

this is my neopet. he is sleeping. haha. he would wake up, say hallo, then go back and snooze. and 20mins later, he hardly moves.. until u say hallo hallo hallo and he finally wakes up.. and walks around with his toothbrush. he also peeps at me with his toothbrush from behind a wall. he really can multitask with a toothbrush in his mouth. hee.then he would start getting his breakfast ready. quite

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-14635502563157178152007-05-14T01:45:00.000+08:002007-05-14T01:47:08.539+08:00

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-1151766082854422502007-05-13T00:04:00.000+08:002007-05-13T00:26:01.390+08:00

i'm not a very animal person, but i simply adore sheep. and more recently, bears. jooch's recent trip to switz, he went trigger happy on sheep and bears. hee. thank you jooch for the pix.. no i do not like soft toys at all; they are so fake. but look at this lil sheep. its soooooooo cute. i want to keep a sheep in my house next time. and u can ask yeeng/jooch to demo how a sheep sounds like. they

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-34560426038706847762007-05-08T01:52:00.000+08:002007-05-08T02:08:54.417+08:00

"a place is only a place, when people ascribe meaning to it". i rem this from that module changing landscapes of singapore.. and it stuck in my mind, cos its true, and its meaningful..last friday, i was taking a lil walk from raffles to marina area.. my favourite place in singapore is this area, near the singapore river. ya the belly-of-the-carp and what have you. its such a unusual place, on one

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-49454523728636716932007-05-07T01:08:00.000+08:002007-05-07T01:11:13.499+08:00

"Our visions, our dreams, our aspirations, our inspirations, our hopes, our wishes should never be extinguished, for as long as we are together, as long as our love is, we will have our chance to fulfil our dreams."

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-13226970580298073522007-05-07T00:23:00.000+08:002007-05-07T00:50:59.715+08:00

this is a lil graduation song by pharm fwen Grace Chang.. really funny, this girl. love my class. after the last exam, we did the kallang wave in the exam hall. hahhha. so funny.(Sing to the tune of the NDP song)There was a time when the department said Your C.A.P. can't make itBut you didThere was time when studies seemed Too much for us to takeBut we didWe came for lessons Though a little

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-28303773193329671762007-05-05T00:54:00.000+08:002007-05-05T00:57:09.166+08:00

graduated. last exam of my life. but just feeling empty. no cause for celebration, no overwhelming feeling of euphoria. just like that. like that.missing jooch.

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-91179512118057789522007-05-01T00:16:00.000+08:002007-05-01T00:36:25.953+08:00

First of MayWhen I was small and Christmas trees were tallwe used to love while others used to playdon't ask me why but time has passed us bysome one else moved in from far awaynow we are tall and Christmas trees are smalland you don't ask the time of daybut you and I our love will never diebut guess we'll cry come first of Maythe apple tree that grew for you and meI watched the apples falling

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-62289104263400478622007-04-28T23:33:00.000+08:002007-04-29T22:48:32.895+08:00

tired of comforting myself.anaemia

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-22443005078184193872007-04-26T00:02:00.000+08:002007-04-26T00:13:49.140+08:00

When it rainsThe soft grey skyDrifts to the groundBrown rivuletsTrickle away Trickle awayWashing sadness downWeather vanesWeep and turn Weep and turnForgetting in the damp and greyThat by and byThe sun will shine Sun will shineBy and byThe sun will shine.

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-23025387138286817482007-04-20T18:49:00.000+08:002007-04-21T17:28:24.267+08:00

jooch on webcam...(his eyes still very small) and i think he is like a neopet. cos he wakes up at 2pm singapore time, sometimes u can see him eat, sometimes u can see him sleep, and he will sulk if u make fun of his small eyes (like how kingkiao did.) he can make faces also if u ask him nicely. heehee. certainly a neopet!!! just tt this neopet drinks beer. POO.

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-49998645995373044352007-04-20T18:28:00.000+08:002007-04-20T19:27:27.838+08:00

more knut pictures.. yay!!! knut bathing! knut running...knut running sideview... knut on grass... knut drinking water with a mini-waterfall hanging out.. knut clapping hands... knut with black face... haha...knut looking proud of himself...knut looking confused... knut smelling theengs on the floor...knut with small eyes and big nose... knut biting something and being clumsy with his paws...

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-32590290656505150532007-04-18T23:57:00.000+08:002007-04-19T01:13:14.843+08:00

i feel dizzy.my laptop died. its in hospital.i have to pay extra $40 to decrypt my info from the harddrive.my best fwen is gg thru a heartache & smsed me 9 smses in the morn, yet i didnt see it till i was in sch. cannot go online to find her. upset.cos by the time i go online, she's probably schweeping. freaking time zone.my best fwen sms me again in the evening. but i was playing tennis. missed

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-86791052771136612592007-04-16T01:07:00.000+08:002007-04-17T00:17:12.711+08:00

today i'm very happy... in fact i've been very happy since friday, with the providential arrival of my parcel to jooch. i posted it on tues, and it arrived on friday, very amazing timing.. that was certainly a very very timely arrival, up to the immediate second, for that time probably was one of the lowest points for jooch in the past 6 weeks and 2 days... he was smsing me, at first dull and

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-68338005848179474242007-04-13T14:49:00.000+08:002007-04-15T01:01:53.238+08:00

my pharmacy class of 2007 today's my last day of school... ever. later on at 4pm will be my last lecture of all. ever. i think later surely got ppl cry... heh.. faints.. we've been 4 yrs tog, a class of 07.i'm gg to miss sch, u know, tho its mostly dreadful, but there's lunch, and after-sch-stuff-to-do to look forward to.. imagine working/pre-reg.. just endless endless endless. in lectures u can

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-41616193030994433872007-04-04T19:38:00.000+08:002007-04-04T19:45:00.527+08:00

yes yeeng. i feel like doing that! (now no one will control & sulk at me)haahaa.

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-79983310111678490082007-03-31T01:28:00.000+08:002007-03-31T01:29:29.166+08:00

leaked some weaknessdays of bleakness...

chloEnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266015.post-72990428545019999672007-03-29T01:28:00.000+08:002007-03-29T02:24:09.809+08:00

this is Knut the little polar bear.Knut was born in the Berlin Zoo on Dec. 5, 2006 see lil Knut is sleeping, so cute!!! and he even has a lil toy polar bear, white just like him.. ahh. Knut likes to face the wall when he sleeps. like jooch. Knut weighed only 810 grams when he was born, and spent his first 44 days of his life in an incubator, after being rejected by his mother. His keeper, the

chloEnoreply@blogger.com