Argh! Just recieved news that i'll be doing double duty for the rest the month!!! ARGH!!!!! TMD!

Feeling slightly better than last time. But there is still the occasional occurence of a slight fever. I really wanna ride my bike! Let me be well again!

Bored at home.. Can't even install Republic commandos... GAh! I'll stick to 'mining' of Cyfars in RO...

the medicine are making me drowsy and feeling screwed up! I wanna go ride!!!!! ARGH!!!

HWent to Tan Tock Seng A&E as recommended.... mmm, given 4 days of mc! =) Finally they gave me antibodtics for fever... gah.... lol, the 11B is like a nice little credit card to show around when making hospital payments. Didn't pay a cent for X-ray and a rest on the hospital bed.

I like hospitals.... maybe that's why i like to work in one... hmmm

Just watched The Incredibles! DAmn cute and nice!!!!!! Hehe.... good storyline!

Just bought a bottle of Multi-vitamins from GNC.... $50? OMG..... Being kinda weak in the immune system for the past few weeks... hope it helps abit!

Hmm... Fever again! MC! Hope i'm healed by this weekend... otherwise i have to go hospital for a blood test for some infection! O.o

A nice week for me... body temp going up and down like a rollercoaster.. haha.... can't wait to ride again... can't wait to go out again... gah!

Hmmm just made my second million! hehe.... Now must go study the market of all the hot stuff to sell. My ultimate aim is to monopolise the market! muahahaha~! It's seriously like a real life business venture... Not that confident to purchase new items to sell as i'm kinda still a newbie in vending.

Still sick... Argh~! Doing duty while still recovering is so bad! gonna go sleep now...

YAwnz... Going back to camp tomorrow! That really sucks! I seriously enjoyed my day! Sleeping and making money in RO! hehe.... But i won't be getting a fun day off on monday.. =(

Nvm, today is the day where i have one of the rare days of me sleeping in late in the morning! It feels great, really! Lying in bed rocks!

Trying to save about 10 million zennies for buying a +10 triple crit jur... It's gonna rake about 3 months... gah....

Hehe.. I'm supposed to be on the MRT by now... The fever is still here! I'm so not going back to camp! Take MC~! muahaha.... That means yesterday's horoscope is kinda true! hmm, i don't usually believe in these stuff... Weird.

Hmm, having a fever now... hope i get better tomorrow! Panadol again.... I wanna get MC, but thinking that no one will replace my post so i would try if i still can make it tomorrow.

Having seen a kid running around with his M16 toy rifle, taking aims at imaginary targets and going "Bang! Bang!", certainly brings back a lot of memories of my pretty much carefree childhood. Usually playing around with makeshift tools of war, like toy guns made out of Lego blocks, rolled up newspaper for swords or ,currently, lightsabers, brings much joy and fun. But now I seemed to despise them. See how time changes a person? I tend to be more peace-loving now, after having to carry a real rifle around everyday. Love animals and natural. I seem to be disgusted with humans at times, though i'm one myself. =P Anyway sleeping early today.

Here's my horoscrope for today! "You'll be more than happy to work overtime tonight _ mostly beacuse once your are done, you'll be able to sleep late tomorrow morning, and sleeping late is a luxury you haven't allowed yourself in, like forever."

This is so true! AHHH!!!! But the luxurious sleep would come on monday only... =X

Making big bucks selling Cyfars~! Oooo.... I made half a million zennies vendding for only 20 mins! =P Me on a way to riches!

Went for a 7km run with Atlas (yeah, that's his name) in the morning. He's from NDU and heard that he's signing on for a place at Commandoes! He's physique is like "OMG".... Nicely packed up and not a bulky build at all. haha, anyway he wore boots for the whole 7km run... While me on the other hand, wore normal running shoes... Haha, love running with him! His pace is good for 2.4km training! But sadly have to drop out at around 5km due to a painful sensation in my knee... gah.... Must be too long a break for me from running! haha, hope i heal up soon so that i can run with him again! =P

My 1st million~! Weeee~! But i bought a Clip of Counter afterward for like 700K? hmm.... hehe, buy cheap sell ex rocks~!

Fu*king keyboard..... pissing me off everytime~! argh~! Always jumping around channels~! wtf~! You were working nicely since i bought you~! ARGH~! *go fix drivers*

Lessons from Hospitals

It didn't really hit me until the doctors started giving us her odds for survival. She'd most likely live, they said, but 30% of those who have the disease do not. We slept in the hospital every night on cots beside her bed. Our daughter Ashlyn, not yet a year old, lay in the bed with tubes and wires coming out of her, bruised from dozens of blood tests, scared every time the door opened.

When the fevers were under control, she was happy and playful, thankfully too young to know about percentages and odds. Meanwhile, my wife and I learned new words we didn't want to know: lumbar puncture, acquired heart disease, Kawasaki disease, and the list went on and on.

It had started with fevers that shot up to 108 degrees in minutes. Sometimes the doctors could tell us what was wrong, other times they couldn't. So they ran tests, what amounted to over a hundred tests that included two spinal taps. I had to hold my daughter down while they inserted the spinal needle between her third and fourth vertebrae to obtain a specimen of cerebrospinal fluid.

Her first Christmas Eve was spent in the emergency room. She was admitted to the hospital for the first time on Christmas day. We never slept. I half-heartedly went to the gym every few days, mainly to relieve tension, and lived off a combination of hospital food and protein powder. My wife never left her bedside.

At night, when Ashlyn slept, I'd write articles on my laptop, hoping they made some sense. I lost my temper with nurses and kicked a preacher out of the room when he tried to use our pain to recruit us into his faith. We were in and out of that hospital for a year.

Finally, the doctors said their first diagnosis could be wrong. Forget the percentages. That's when they sent us to Cook Children's Hospital in Fort Worth for special X-rays and more blood tests. And that's where my perspective on the world forever changed.

It was a hellish day of tests and tears, but they finally found something. Something so simple that it had been overlooked by a dozen doctors before: fluid in her Mastoid gland. Medications helped and a minor surgery cinched the deal. She was cured. As I write this, Ashlyn's just celebrated her third birthday and has no memory of the events. But I'll never forget them.

What struck me the hardest occurred the day we found out about the cause of her illness. We left the hospital exhausted yet elated. We had an answer. We had a solution. Ashlyn was going to get better; she was going to live. In the main lobby of the children's hospital, a lobby elaborated designed to look like a magic castle in an effort to bring some sense of wonder and joy to the kids staying there, were dozens of dogs.

It turned out there was an organization there that brings pets to hospitals to cheer up the young patients. The kids were thrilled. Those that could, played with the big Labradors and coddled the tiny Chihuahuas. But some of the kids couldn't leave their beds because of their conditions, so the staff just rolled them into the lobby -- beds, IV's, machines and all. Here was a group of kids caught in a moment of joy, kids who could temporarily forget about doctors, needles and chemotherapy.

But the adult in me could see past their laughter. I knew the cold reality that reminds us that life isn't fair. I knew that a few of these kids would never leave that hospital. My little girl was going to be okay, but these kids were dying.

To say that such an experience gives one a sense of perspective is an understatement. But suddenly, in the weeks and months that followed, criticisms bounced off of me and petty worries that used to bug me fell to the wayside. What did I care that someone wrote something nasty about me? Who cares if I put a scratch on the new car? I'm a father who was told that his daughter may die, so how could anything or anyone possibly hurt me after that? My family had been through hell and we came back bulletproof.
Today, all that's just a memory. It's been replaced with something else -- anger. I look around at the adults in this country, adults who are blessed with disease-free and functional bodies, who choose to smoke, stuff themselves with unhealthy food, and refuse to exercise. I watch them and I'm filled with rage.

I want to grab them up by the shirt collars and scream into their faces, "Where the **** do you get off? Don't you realize how lucky you are to be healthy? And what are you doing, letting it waste away and taking it for granted? With all the crap out there that can blindside you - cancer, MS, heart disease - you think you need to invite disease and death with your unhealthy lifestyle?

"Oh, you don't have time to go to the gym? You want to talk about time, you lazy piece of shit? Then visit the children's ward at your local hospital. Go see the kids at St. Jude's. Ask them what they'd like to have time to do. Go see the six year old boy with leukemia. Tell him how you don't have time to stay healthy and how you just don't like to workout because it's hard and you get 'all sweaty'. Stroke the hairless head of a nine year old girl going through chemo and tell her how you choose not to be healthy and just really enjoy the stress relief a good smoke gives you.

"What's the matter? You don't like those images? Then wake the **** up and learn to appreciate what you've got."

And hopefully they'll realize that training and eating right are privileges. We do it because we can, because unlike those kids, we have a choice. We can choose to build muscle, burn fat, and improve our cardiovascular health. We have the choice whether we look good or not, whether we live a long, functional life or if we waste it all away out of either laziness or ignorance.

When you go to the gym today and you're standing there trying to catch your breath after a hard set of squats, remember how lucky you are to be there. Remember all those who would love to have that privilege. And when you start beating yourself up because you're not quite big enough or not quite lean enough, remember those kids whose only wish is to do nothing more than go outside and play.

In short, learn to relish your gift; think of working out as a celebration. Most importantly, think about those kids, and from those thoughts, teach yourself perspective.

Training, watching your diet, and taking supplements can give you health. Perspective gives you wisdom.

Got this from someone on Togoparts forums who got it from T-mag....

Just a gentle reminder.... Me and Andrew were kinda joking about smokers and their withdrawal symptoms when they are out of cigarettes.... And how easily it was to control smokers when their "stuff" are hidden by me... hmmm...

Kinda sick these few days.... The body is tired... The mind is sick of duty.... The soul is kinda empty as there's not much time spent in the natural non-urbanised environment... haiz...

I've got a cold~! Took some medicine and feeling much better now... argh.... must be the long hours that casued this... plus i don't really sleep early... muahahha....

Drowsy now... dun now what to type... jsut sstayinga t home playing RO for these few days... Will then see about going out when the paycheck comes~! =P

Hmm, back home~! A rather nice day~! not as shagged as the previous~!

Gonna make a merchant soon.. Damn shouldn't have deleted the one before argh~!.... gah~! Got lots of stuff to sell~! hehe....

hmm, all your fault MJ~! Now i wanna play advance wars on pc... gah~!

f***ing keyboard screws up again... gr...

New workplace, new envionment and new working hours... Tired... haiz....
Not blogging much today.... The stuff i'm doing is getting more confidential.... argh~! more responsiblities... more shagged... more stressed...

Sian... I sound really depressed... haha, must be not riding or excerising for a while due to the wounds.. don't wanna crack them.

Heh, rushed home to train my Assassin... To my horrow, the server underwent a maintainence job... gah~!

When the hell is my bicycling and NG coming~! I'm bored at work~! Need something to keep awake... GAH~!

ARGH~! Finally experienced the wrath of a auntie that directly insult you to the lowest levels of dirt right in front of you while talking to abother person~! WTF~! Nevermind..... She just belittling herself, her goals in mind were hindered by us due to security implications. Then she started chanting all those shit... HAha.... Me and my friend shot bloodshot eyes straight at her.... We maintained our cool... Our utmost sweet revenge would be prolonging the process of her request by a few hours and adding a few more chaotic scenarios into her heretic worktime... =P Does following instructions = no brains? That's what she thinks.... Did she even considered other viewpoints and stuff? Security implications? Helo~! We liing in the post terrorist world now! It seems that some singaporeans are kinda used to the smooth flowing of all their daily life... So we tend to see some unique 'feedbacks' when the usual human dynamics has gone haywire... =D It's kinda interesting i must say! Plus we will always have ways to get back at you silently and tactfully... Muahahaha.... We are just evil....

Finally 2 days of duty done! and got crazy listening to the song "lonely" by Acorn over and over again~!

Going to a new workplace tomorrow~! hehe...
Got down to do a spreadsheet on all my finacial expeditures.... =P all calculations done the moment you type it in! =)

gotta go sleep now~!