Thursday, July 17, 2008
this is one of the few pictures that i like; where i actually look good in uniform. and no, i didn't accidentally look the other way. i wanted to be more stylo-milo. be different ma.
also, im not exactly from Central. im from Jurong Island. but i did my attachment stint at Central and ended falling in love with the station. so i guess you could call me a half and a half. Jurong Central? haha. my birth and foster stations.
was very low this recent monday and tuesday. intensely. LOL. for the most weirdest of reasons to which i shall not say, though those that are close to me in the working world should know why.
but even in the low-ness and emo-ness, something did made me smile;
now my senior medic is shaliz
hee! Tuesday, July 08, 2008
hi, my name is sha.
im just a medic. not really a paramedic. cause you see, a paramedic undergoes 4 ardous levels of training over a length of 2 years.
a medic, such as me, only goes through one level of training. technically speaking, i can be called a level-1 paramedic. however, i much prefer to be called a medic.
so angie, just call me a medic okie? (: i don't deserve to be called a paramedic. i highly respect those that are wearing that blue and white badge, and im not one of those wearing blue and white.
anyway, currently, i'm not really in the best of moods. even still, through all the bullshit that's happening recently at work, im worried about 3 women.
my mum.
angela.
.
i just hope that things will turn out the best for the 3 of them.
now is the part to worry about myself.
im sure that i might not do everything right. but im intensely confident that i didn't get everything wrong.
i will admit if i did something wrong. i don't want to jeopardize anyone else. i don't want to play "cover my ass" or "jilat buah" if it means that someone else will take the fall.
i somehow feel very guilty about the audit. i feel like i should have done more, could have done more. haiz.
i don't like to dissapoint. especially those who put alot of faith in me. i don't want to do wrong, as im afraid my mistakes will cause other people close to me problems.
hi, my name is sha.
and i am afraid Saturday, July 05, 2008
collateral damage
what the hell. just because of one thing, all of us get screwed badly. it's just blowing things out of proportion. i admit, we are not blameless, but still, we are not at fault!
musibot!
if "that" thing happens, i really will be going nuclear. i hope against all hope that it will not occur, but if it does, i want out too. Damnit!
it feels as if ALL our hard work isn't worth anything. i'm not complaining for myself; i'm complaining for the rest too.
we all sacrificed alot. i don't think we deserve this.
i am intensely angry, but this is nothing in comparison if what i fear most will happen.
i'm begging that he doesn't ruin my little happy world.
im just hoping that he'll come to his senses and does some damage control. don't just shoot because you have some reserve pent up anger somewhere.
went to a DOA case last night. DOA stands for Death On Arrival. patient was dead almost 2 days. the stench was unbearable. the closest thing i can relate to is intensely stinky eggs plus rotting meat. and the worse thing is, the stench sticks to you. your uniform, your arms.
shit happens!
this is one of the few pictures that i like; where i actually look good in uniform. and no, i didn't accidentally look the other way. i wanted to be more stylo-milo. be different ma.also, im not exactly from Central. im from Jurong Island. but i did my attachment stint at Central and ended falling in love with the station. so i guess you could call me a half and a half. Jurong Central? haha. my birth and foster stations.
was very low this recent monday and tuesday. intensely. LOL. for the most weirdest of reasons to which i shall not say, though those that are close to me in the working world should know why.
but even in the low-ness and emo-ness, something did made me smile;
now my senior medic is shaliz
hee! Tuesday, July 08, 2008
hi, my name is sha.
im just a medic. not really a paramedic. cause you see, a paramedic undergoes 4 ardous levels of training over a length of 2 years.
a medic, such as me, only goes through one level of training. technically speaking, i can be called a level-1 paramedic. however, i much prefer to be called a medic.
so angie, just call me a medic okie? (: i don't deserve to be called a paramedic. i highly respect those that are wearing that blue and white badge, and im not one of those wearing blue and white.
anyway, currently, i'm not really in the best of moods. even still, through all the bullshit that's happening recently at work, im worried about 3 women.
my mum.
angela.
.
i just hope that things will turn out the best for the 3 of them.
now is the part to worry about myself.
im sure that i might not do everything right. but im intensely confident that i didn't get everything wrong.
i will admit if i did something wrong. i don't want to jeopardize anyone else. i don't want to play "cover my ass" or "jilat buah" if it means that someone else will take the fall.
i somehow feel very guilty about the audit. i feel like i should have done more, could have done more. haiz.
i don't like to dissapoint. especially those who put alot of faith in me. i don't want to do wrong, as im afraid my mistakes will cause other people close to me problems.
hi, my name is sha.
and i am afraid Saturday, July 05, 2008
what the hell. just because of one thing, all of us get screwed badly. it's just blowing things out of proportion. i admit, we are not blameless, but still, we are not at fault!
musibot!
if "that" thing happens, i really will be going nuclear. i hope against all hope that it will not occur, but if it does, i want out too. Damnit!
it feels as if ALL our hard work isn't worth anything. i'm not complaining for myself; i'm complaining for the rest too.
we all sacrificed alot. i don't think we deserve this.
i am intensely angry, but this is nothing in comparison if what i fear most will happen.
i'm begging that he doesn't ruin my little happy world.
im just hoping that he'll come to his senses and does some damage control. don't just shoot because you have some reserve pent up anger somewhere.
went to a DOA case last night. DOA stands for Death On Arrival. patient was dead almost 2 days. the stench was unbearable. the closest thing i can relate to is intensely stinky eggs plus rotting meat. and the worse thing is, the stench sticks to you. your uniform, your arms.
shit happens!