What fear! What patience! What maths?

Im up early, the rain is pouring and I saw a couple of my secondary school teachers earlier. The polka dottie uniform look so familiar yet distant. The piles of chinese newspapers still sits at the foyer down the sec4/5 level. I wonder how is the pinkish fruit tree doing in the gardening corner? Has it drown in the rain?

Everything seems different now. The school is driven to have more healthy lifestyled girls when they changed all the canteen vendors. Good thing, the omellete stall is around. If not it’ll been a difficulty to choose breakfast.

I saw my social studies teacher, Mr A. He is the discipline master now. (What surprise!) The indian man who observes more than he speaks. When words came out from his mouth, it can either drive you into laughter or tears. I love his classes, he is like a political power that charms the ladies, not by his look or build but by his words and power (he reminds me of stalin except he is not autocratic) he is just powerful and got the aura. Truely, secondary school days will never be the same without him.

Then, came my english teacher, Mrs S. down to earth and recognise each and every student by name and character. Though I’m not the ang mah pai who writes beautiful essays, she takes time to correct my imaginative essays which are not realistic, wrong sentence structures and many grammertical (is this how i spell?hmm) errors. Then, she would smile like she understands, go through every mistake I made and encourage more english tution and showed me *Chew’s essays … Wow…she certainly prepared me in a unique way

Finally, there came my mathematics teacher Mr C, who happened to be my form teacher in my graduating years. I disliked his subject and was determined not to do anything that has got to do with numbers after i graduate. Guess what! I have to learn the formular for drip rates, scheduling timings, drugs calculation…Like he bengly said : he can you not study maths? It is all around us! Indeed it is really math is around us to make my difficult.

 

quote of ale’s day : to be a teacher, be a student first (pretty common sense.right)

 

*Chew- the girl from sec4/5, one who is brilliant in her english, dramatic and I’ll never understand the type of essays she writes. one word,cheem

Just reflecting

Somehow this quote is applicable in my situation….

Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what you believe

                                                                                                                 -Saint Augustine

I can laugh about my past now that I’ve been this far. When I recalled telling jing that I was enrolled in her first choice (my 11th choice). Perhaps this was the most silly, stupid mistake I’ve ever ever made! To bet with my bestfriend that I dare to put her choice, the unpopular course. 

I can still rememeber staring into the computer which says- ngee ann HsN (nursing) and my hand was with a phone and jing, on the other line. I told her my placement. The best thing was she yelled into my ears ‘You got into nursing?!’…mind you, she was in church office-everyone who knew me was around. That point of time, all my pride, dignity and reputation (if i had) are all goneeeeeee…….goneeeeee…

Next thing I knew, people cringed their brows whenever they see me. I can tell that they are worried that me, one who is ungentle, absent minded, impatient and all the bad things you can think of, is going to be handle this item called- injection needles and people. (ehh, people dreamt that I was chasing them with sharps lehhh)

Well…maybe the elderly in my church must have held on to st augustine’s quote close to their heart, I believe they had faith. When they knew what I was doing…hahaha…

Jing, don’t let PSFM, PS.B read this if not my pride, dignity, reputation are realllllly gone!

wake me up when september ends

fall is coming…

These days the weather is windier, the purple orchids owned by my neighbour are dying, my phlegmy cough is returning and Zara is selling thick buttony coats replacing the usual summer sundresses. In the midst of such weather, I crave for a warm cup of mocca without whip cream or a nice glass of beer to keep the frozen body warm. I hope Im not sounding emo here. It is just a fact that nature moves into a different season. It seems that everything around me is not what it used to be. My childhoodie area is gonna en-block, my gramps is moving to bedok, my two pregnant cousins are gonna deliver, Im receiving news that friends are getting married and this is the worst of the lot…the wrinkles on my face are surfacing…

Maybe, Im trying to face the reality that Im reaching the big two soon…  

ale is too depress to quote anything today

Ten things to look forward in SGH by ale T.

1) The pharmacist at the pharmacy- man! he got cool shirt and cool ties. Totally brighten up my day!

2) The houseman canteen (a few roads away from the main building)- love the gorang pisang though i’ve never tried it before and the colonial hse outlook with a modern interior setting.

3) The vita soy at the 7-11. Wear your uniform, get 30c discount.

4) Polar- I love sitting there, stonning. But a c.i caught me doing that.Hiaz why must i be so visible?!

5) Kopitiam- since i can’t hang out at polar, i found the outdoor sidewalk thing. Makes me feel like Im sitting along town in some outdoor cafe such as starbucks.

6) Ward 76- I love the people there, and I don’t know why.

7) Ward 48- I love the view outside SGH- There, you can see boyer museum, duxton in the making and shenton way.

8) 53c- the nice and kind ah mas

9) The water fountain outside polar- another therapeutic place to fill my head with deep thoughts (stone)

10) The ‘good wishes to nurses board’- one comment that says

Medical students love nurses! with a big lovely heartshape. awwww………

-and yes, 10 reasons to go to work………………………………………………………

                                                                                                                     signing off,

                                                                                                                            ale

quote of ale’s day : whenever one has anything unpleasent to say, one should always be candid