Very excited..kekeke

The last thing I hope for is I don't get to quarrel with my dad prior departure to Oz.
As far as I can recall, there wasn't a time that I can leave for my flight with a peace of mind.
Maybe I should also get a bottle of essential lavender oil to calm down myself first.

Lunch deal

Ok, this Mr CB's super persistent. Finally I gave in and went to ate Dim Sim with him. Free leh!
It's not saying that I am really cheapskate but it's to think on a positive manner.
Why is Mr CB so boring to the point that he has nothing to chat except for the feet.
gosh* you know how hard to swallow those har gaos (shrimp dumpling) when you talk about gross stuffs which is not very helpful during lunch time.
Why he likes to think that I looked so bored to him? I'm not a hollywood star wot.

Sometimes all I need when not seeing the patients is to have a cuppa tea and read some magazines. So stop de fug asking me why I looked bored to u. Basically it's none of your business.

UH oh...

I've not spoken to Mr CB unless it's really necessary. I just wanna stay focus and do my work well.

The most worrying bit is that he has been trying to ask me out for lunch.

I feel somewhat a feeling of deja vu........ eeeeeee

Scottish highlight

Over the last few Saturdays, I attended a small Scots fund raising gathering with the ability to savour some of the local dishes (eg, haggis -yeeeeeew) and learning the Scottish folklore dance called "Ceilidh" (pronouced as Kei-li) . The rapid hopping movement with arms interlocking twirls with your partner can be quite exhaustive. Sure a high calorie burner activity. Everyone dashed for IRU BRN (scots fizzy drink) at the end of it. Damn, I should have put on my tartan skirt...

Eat first, dance later

Here we go with the dance. I got no partner or no one wanna dance with me. So I took pics

Black pudding : also a mix of internal mash organs of * i think* pig/chicken/lamb. But it's still taste nice like a typical sausage roll.

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I wanna whinge more! I don't why if I am being too polite or too modest, I am not game enough to tell bozz's wifey off that stop calling me by "EH!"

She's just so rude and I don't when I am gonna explode her on this :" My name is CC, and it's not EH."

She is testing my patience.......

Ignorance is not a bliss

Fellow country woman has been busy with family committment and finally, she gets to see a foot practitioner when she was here to visit her daughter.

"My heels have been hurting for quite some time." Obviously with the mountaineous of callus built up and plus the fact that she doesn't wear shoes at all, it's going to make it worst. By the way, this pair of feet doesn't belong to an indigenous Ozzie and yes it's white ang moh's.

So I cut cut cut, chop chop chop the skin. At least, the heels are beautiful again. When a person gets crack heels, it is because the skin has loses its tensile strength. As long as there is excessive weightbear/friction going on, the skin will start to split.Regular foot moisturiser and filing may help with the maintainence. Also not forgetting to visit your favourite foot clinic on a regular basis.

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Update: The hospital gave an 'ok' for me to do another extra day of work. Hence I'll be spending less time with the 'irritant' at work. Woohoo. It's sure a sign , Uncle Oz!

Whine of the day


It was a total mistake eating with Mr CB for lunch today. Mr CB is my superior at the work place and he has been an absolute prick for now.
As it seemed there wasn't any topics for us to chat in common during the meal time, he suddenly brought up my poor capability of giving correct diagnosis to the patient. He used the word 'crap diagnosis'. I was infuriated with his statement. I admit that I'm not quite a well-experienced enough clinician but that doesn't stop me from asking him questions whenever I'm in doubt.
He concluded that the questions which I've asked him previously demonstrated my poor understanding of foot ailments.
On vice versa, isn't he supposed to encourage the juniors to ask questions so that everyone may get to learn something out of it.
He is selfish......and very contradicting. I remember when I first started in the clinic, he always reinforce that "I can ask him any questions at any time."
Perhaps not anymore. He's just being inconsistent in his words all the time.
Scenerio 1: When I first came over to work, he offered me to put up at his place till I found a suitable accomodation. Who knows prior the departure, he said I have to leave within 5 days after staying. Geez, I got panic and managed to rent a room at the very last minute (in regardless I hate the room) See how he likes to twist his words around.

Scenerio2: I got a young patient who came in with pain on his right heel. So he asked how would you tell the parents about the patient's condition.
As I would rather not chat about work during lunch, I simply told him that i'll put it down in layman's term that it's due to the pulling of archilles tendon on immature bone.
And he kept on insisted that I should say 'growth plate' than 'immature bone'.
KNN, don't know what his fugging problem.
My objective is to relate patient's condition in a short and simplified manner also cannot meh?

From now onwards, I better think twice before asking him anything.

Scenerio 3: Mr CB appears to have a habit of commenting my accent. He is an Asian but yet doesn't know how to speak Mandarin-more like broken Mandarin.Shame on the chinese fellow.
He just laughed at my pronouciation.Seriously, do it once or twice, I can take it as just a sense of humour. If such matter gets OTT, I'm beginning to feel super annoyed. I am not born in ang moh country and for fug sake, I can't talked properly whenever I'm eating.
Yes, he DOES correct me even when my mouth is full of food and hence, I can't talk properly!
That is like a real problem to him.


I got a moment of rush to quit the very next day.
Never mind, I asked the Gothic hello kitty to give him bad dreams.*hmph*

KOKODA

Picture abstract from: Click here

I caught this film "kokoda" last Tuesday. I think such military action packed movie caused me to have almost a sleepless night after watching it.
Kokoda is an Australian production film that demonstrates during the WW II in 1942, the Australians fought against the Japanese invasion in Papua New Guinea and thus prevent the capture of Port Moresby. Should the Japanese stabilised military bases at Port Moresby, it would provide a more condusive route to attack Australia mainland.
I shall not blabber too much about the history.

The highlight of this blog is that I treated a war veteran's feet recently and he did went to the war in Kokoda for 4 years. Here's the summary of what he told me:

" When I was in PNG, I was working as a signaller. Means I have to set up the telephone wires for the communications to take place. As I've worked as a solictor before that, they (the oz army) wanted me to take care of the defence matters. But I think I've sat down and study a lot on my butt throughout law school, I told them I want to do something more 'outdoorsy'. The army sent me for a course and there I was, setting up wires. The worst thing about being in PNG is when it started to rain,it's like a bath tub of water fallen onto your head. When the lightning strike, it stuffed up the wires and to the extent that the telephone will melt! The rain will loose up the soil and trees often fell off with a thunderous thud! Hence, the wires will be messed up.
Whenever the army flight dropped off the food rations, they will just drop it off at any zones they like; just in case the plane was discovered by the enemy and got shot down. So we saw the plane, we'll need to get on our feet to start to look for the ration packages. I remember there was once they dropped off a barrel of dried mutton. By the time we retreived it, it was full of maggots.ometimes it can also take about a week to find those ration. We still have to cook and eat it, pretending its mutton only."

Mr War veteran is still going on strong at the age of 90......no problem with hearing ;)

Status, money and career

These are the factors driven by most people in Singapore. Kids have to be sent to one of the top schools starting from kindy or primary level. If your kid's school is not ranked among the top 5, it can be viewed like ' your child is no brainer'. Wah, I came from' ah lian' (where most kids manifests its own problems secondary school. I wonder that does that make me of... ...
Recently I've got this acquitance on MSN whose message is so status driven. Must have the latest phone model, next must have platinum card, must get a house soon. He was telling me that his monthly income is about 3k+ SGD and he is able to save 2k a month. Obviously, he is still living with his parents.Oh did i say he was quite a proud owner of a brand new Nissan car. Please lor, there are brand new cars everywhere in Singapore. By the way, how can people like his salary be able to earn for a platinum card. He should have read the terms and conditions more closely;p
*sigh* Rather hoping that my future bf will meet the 5Cs, I would prefer that he is a great listener, has a motivated mindset, skilled worker and we can stay in a small apartment-simple lifestyle. I'll feel quite stressful if I'll be the only one bringing the bacon home. I prefer living life in a balancing act. Doesn't matter if he earns a bit lesser than me. At least, we can a chance to contribute. If he earns more than me, I'll be more happy then. d'oh.

Getting a paper qualification seems to be recognised as the basic need of life. Without it, you are very much limiting your job options and needless to say on the salary ladder. I hope my 'invesment' on my brother's uni education will be able to generate more income and thus be helping out with the fam. At least, I can pass the burden bucket onto him after he graduates. hurhur! Especially mom, she's like our deputy chief banker at home.When my bro is in the army, 1/3 of his salary will have to be handed to mom for safekeeping. She would know how absent minded my bro can be when it comes to savings. At least, now he has adequate money to buy books without asking dad.

For those without paper qualifications, I would suggest you come to ozzie and set up a cattle farm. Selling cows can be a lucurative trade. What you need is the basic knowledge on rearing cows and possessed with a country easy-going attitude. Each cow selling worth a few hundred thousand dollars depending on the breed. Otherwise, go pick up a skill, undergo training and get certified by a recognised insitution. That's why we have JCIA (international audit) and previously is ISO (similar audit) conducting, for instance, at the hospitals. Everything has to be certified and proven on every part of the job as allocated. Hence,if you have not undergo proper training and that indicate you are not qualified for the job even though you KNOW how to do it.
That's life.