Am I overdoing it through my blog?

Before reading, please remember I blog as a human with emotion. Like anyone else, I have moments of ups and downs,happiness and frustration. I am a mere mortal.
I must I am not a mainstream blogger who gets several thousand of visitors per day. I don't earn 5 figure payment through blogging as some bloggers do. I never attended any function organized by Nuffnang. The contents of my writings aren't niche enough to attract readers. I started blogging since 2007-2008, and since then, I've been pouring my heart out, express my frustrations, angers, happiness, all that happened at home through my blog.
I was warned by my family regarding the contents of my blog. They claimed some "issues" aren't meant for public to know.
Then, what? Am I supposed to keep it suppressed within me. There are times, moments of disunity within the family, which affected me, making me feel like a ticking time bomb, hopelessly entangled within the disturbing thoughts, totally emotionally drained and mentally consumed with sadness, anger, frustration. There are times I simply need an escape, there are moments where I try to find any solution, at any cause. My intentions are purely to save the family from driven apart, but instead, I was often blamed for all the misunderstandings and conflicts within the family. I knew then, no one would listen to my thoughts, and rationale for my actions and the things that I said. The moment I gently and carefully expressed my ideas,opinion, and feelings, I was immediately told to mind my own business, to shut my gap, or even threatened to move out from the house. What did I do wrong? Doesn't my opinion matters anymore. That reflects my position within the family. I knew where I stand. I remember doing stupid things like tried smoking(which I hated the smell and gave me throat discomfort)and immediately threw the entire box away the moment I took the first puff. It doesn't work for me. I tried alcohol, which resulted in a severe migraine. So,smoking and drinking is out of the question. At 3am, I just drove all the way to Genting, parked in 1st World Hotel parking, and cried bitterly. I questioned life. I questioned its purpose.
I started writing poems, one which stated," When I thought of shortening my life, when i took the knife, all i see was Isabelle's eyes"...
It struck me in a sudden that I am actually important to my wife and children. I am important to a lot of people despite the family turmoil.
I can't afford to fail in life, for the sake of my wife, and three heavenly blessed children, they need a good father figure to grow up healthily. It then gave me a sense of importance, and a new lease of purpose in life. It was like God tested me, saw that I was at my breaking point, then revealed to me the purpose of my existence. It was beautiful since then. Simply beautiful.
Despite the shortcomings, which I believe everybody has, I begin to smile again. Those few minutes whenever I got down from my car after a long day's work, while walking to the house was the golden minutes of my day. That's when I see my three children excitingly greets me. It felt heavenly having them hugging you and repeatedly calling you "daddy!"
I am important.
Though there are a few post which I had to take out because I "revealed" too much, I obligingly comply.
I had to share, not with the world, but simply by writing it I find it rather therapeutic. It's a form of self expression, and not feeling sorry for myself. There are millions who are really ill fated. A little misunderstanding is simply a lousy excuse for breaking of family ties. It takes time to heal, and time does heal.... it heals everything.
Ever since I openly expressed to my parents my sincerity in wanting the family to be reunited, they begin to see from my perspective. No one is perfect. Whenever I get shouted at, I will remind myself its just temporary.
They have brought me up in such a loving environment, and I honestly don't believe the harsh words about disowning me. Well, since young, I've always been the one who drives my parents up the wall with my mischievous ways. Not naughty, but I was always curious about things, and I've experimented to find out why this happens, why that happens? Well, it's almost routine I got caned, it became a norm for me. I must have been extraordinarily good if I wasn't caned for the day. I secretly poured the milk that i dreaded drinking, played with my dad's rifle(he doesn't know it until today), drove my dad's Land Rover and crashed it, broke 4 dozen of eggs after watching some "bomoh" performing traditional healing using eggs, vandalized the entire banana trees, and locked my sister in the room simply because we were fighting over TV channel to watch.(They were showing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, and Bold and the beautiful at the same time in different channel. What to expect? Initially, i always panicked whenever my mum approaches me with the cane, as I got older, I learned to "block" my mother's whipping, and eventually, I had no other choice, but to hide the cane.
Somehow what perplexed me was even when I hid or threw away the cane, my mum would have a spare one. It's like there are three upstairs, and 2 downstairs. And my mother knew me well. She hid the cane too!!!
Thinking back, all they wanted was for me to grow up well behaved. Hey, I am a happy man now.
I simply am.

It's such a pain in the A** running a clinic on my own

Approximately 3 weeks back my nurse went on her maternal leave. Hence, running the clinic became a one man show. I have to sweep the floor early in the morning, throw the rubbish, then would I be able to sit down and enjoy my cup of coffee.
Since my clinic is paperless, all new stocks needs to be keyed in the computer to update the stock. And the clinical program that i use automatically deducts the amount each time I prescribe the medication
But when I decided to do a stock check last Monday, it's such a pain in the a** as there are like 1001 medications and it took me 5 days to complete the stock check.
What I found out was disappointing. My apparently diligent nurse did not key in the new stocks that arrived, and deduct from the system for drugs that's already expired.

Just look at the amount of corrections and alterations. It took me hours a day, for the past 5 days with disappointing result.
Worst still, there are new drugs that we ordered which wasn't keyed into the system!!! That really pissed me off!
And now, I have to key in manually to correct the numbers, and key in the new drugs all by myself. Just by looking at the file the contains the invoices was really discouraging and stressed me out. Have a look.
It such a pain in the a**! I have to key in everything BASED UPON THE INVOICE, which i have to check pages by pages! I am sorry to reader if I sound a little offensive, but I need to express myself......
SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITT!!!!!!!!!!!!....................

Another tragedy to test me.

As I am beginning to view life differently, there are always possibilities or circumstances in life that continues to challenge you emotionally. As I am writing this, it's 1 pm now, just half a day had passed I had so many things happened to me.
As I am all alone in the clinic as my nurse is on maternal leave, I had to do everything myself. There are times that I am needed outside the clinic to get things done. So each time I had to leave a notice saying that doctor is out.Please contact my cell number in case any patient arrives. I had to run to the post office to send a package to a patient when courier guy called me up to pick up an important document. I told them to give me 10 minutes which they were reluctant to wait. So, I told them give me 5 minutes then.
The good thing is that you don't have to take a number to wait for sending packages. So everything was swiftly done. And as I was going towards my car to rush back to the clinic to past the documents to the waiting courier fella, an idiot parked his/her car right behind my car. I couldn't get out. Somehow, I managed to maneuver my car by reversing and go forward repeatedly then i got out.
As I was driving along the road, suddenly a parked van just reversed just as I was passing their vehicle. The left side of my car was totally smashed and dented. My mirror was smashed into bits.
Evidently it wasn't my fault, as IF I was the one who smashed into their vehicle, my headlight would have been smashed. But as you can see, the damage was evidently occurred while I passed by when he reversed his vehicle.
My smashed up side mirror and dented door.
The damage on his vehicle.
Would you be smiling if this happened to you?
What complicated things was that as I was talking to the driver a relative of one of my regular patient who is an elderly lady called me up and told me she won't be seeing my anymore, and just wanted to say goodbye to me. I was surprised?! I couldn't recall anyone when she mentioned about her mother who use to see me for treatment. I am a Chinese of Cantonese descent. Though I've been staying in KL for the past 11 years, my Cantonese sucks BIG TIME. She told me she won't bring her mother to see me again, since she is now hospitalized. She mentioned she called simply to say goodbye to me. I was confused and perplexed. Why would she call me up just to tell me that? So, i asked her back whether did I do something wrong, prescribed the wrong drug or any mismanagement. She said no, in fact her mother was very always happy to see me. My initial impression was that her mother was hospitalized because of ME! Her daughter kept on saying no,and insisted that she called to say goodbye. I was disturbed, very very disturbed with all that happened within a short span of time.
I came back to the clinic, and gave the lady a call to rectify and get more information. She mentioned they had some problem with loan sharks, was constantly harassed and threatened with death.
The mother suddenly became ill ( which I sincerely suspect due to medical problem)and currently in Kuala Lumpur General Hospital, and was told by the doctors that their mother is dying and there's no way to save her.
She was an old fashioned, traditional Chinese who believes in medium, and was told her mum's condition was a result of "black magic" spell.
I disagree with her, but I couldn't mentioned it to her as was crying on the phone. I tried to comfort her, asking her to calm down. She couldn't help crying, and finally she hung up before saying a final goodbye.
I couldn't help it but to contemplate of all that happened today. It just felt not right despite my new frame of mindset. Especially with all that has happened today, I spent half the day dealing with the car. Had to go the police station, made a report.
Well, with all that has happened, the only positive news was that the sergeant said it was the other person's fault. Not mine. I smiled while walking out from the police station.
I smiled today....

When you're sure you've had enough of this life....

After I've changed my mindset and got my priorities right in my life, I view life with a difference now.
The grass is much greener, early morning chirps of birds greets me every morning, the branches of trees seemed to wave hello when the wind blows. It isn't just had my oatmeal and coffee, and immediately rush to my car for work anymore. But the 15-20 meters or so when the front door of my house to my car seem alive. For years, I have not been smiling in the early morning. Its great when you see your children wake up one by one and greats you with the most beautiful smile.
My life used to be totally consumed by my work. I wasn't in control of my life. I neglected my family, my parents, and most importantly my own health. I constantly fret about "what if my life is like this or like that". Truthfully, I never really saw the beauty in life until recently.
I decided enough is enough. I'm about to lose my family, and my family was in verge of breaking apart.
It's time to change. Not later, but now.
The worst part was I was blamed for the loosening family ties. Indeed I felt the statement was so unfair and sharp enough to pierce even the hardest of hearts.
I felt lousy,useless, unproductive, but yet I've done so much, I've given so much to both my family and society.
I don't mean to brag, but when I just came back from India, I've read an article in the newspaper about a young child who's parents were tragically killed in an accident, and what made things worst was that this child was born with a malformed kidney, and he needs financial support just to keep him healthy and for his monthly doctor's fees.
I was touched, tears was flowing down my cheeks as I continue reading the article again and again, and seeing his picture. Without hesitation, I gave away RM10k(which NOBODY including my parents knew about) and called Star Publications that I requested for anonymity. It was totally instinctive then that though I had the money which was supposed to be my study grant, I simply knew he needs it more than me. That was all that in my mind. But how long can RM10k sustain him,
and I can't only do so much without raising any suspicion. Later when my parents found out my savings was depleting so fast, I was blamed and accused for overspending.
I knew it's hard for anyone from within my family to understand what I did, but my mind and heart was so absorbed with the fate of the child.
Back in my second year as a medical student where my clinical years begun, I remembered SO well a case of Thalassemia major on a 3 year old. Thalassemia major is blood disorder where is gets destructed much faster that the only way they could live is through monthly blood transfusion, even then, the mortality rate is extremely high. Most children would not live past age 5. Many of us may have Thalassemia trait or Thalassemia minor which doesn't really creates much clinical problem, but unlike it's major counterpart, it kills you financially through the expensive monthly blood transfusion, which most likely prolongs their life, rather than saving them.
It was my turn then to take up the case and interview the parents. I realized the financial and emotional burden has affected the father, that he started shedding tears in front of us 20 medical students.
Since that day, the boy by the name of Apooruva was always in my mind. No matter how hard I try not to think about it, I couldn't accept the fact that I was just seeing a case, but I was attending a fellow human being. Deep within my consciousness I was driven to do something to ease the burden, at any cost. The struggle the boy had to face,his monthly hospitalization, and I was sure he had never experience the happiness of childhood was simply unbearable.
The very next day, I registered in the blood bank, and specifically told the nurse's counter that I wanted to donate my blood to him, and only HIM, even if my blood type doesn't suit him, its a replacement for the blood bank, which would ease the financial burden for the dad even though all of us are only allowed to donate once every 3 months. (it take 120 days for normal people to develop new blood in our body.)
Since that day, I've never missed my routine 3 monthly donation until I graduated and became a houseman, when I found out he had passed away.
I was bitter, kept releasing my frustration in the gym, or even spent hours contemplating upon life at a hilltop called End Point road.
Life is unfair. Humans are plagued with diseases that kills you slowly. I was saddened and affected for weeks if not months.
Likewise in my previous post, I wrote about how i took my job to personally, that saving life seemed like more of a crusade, like I was fighting the pre-determined fate everyone of us have. Death is inevitable, but I simply couldn't accept death while under my watch. My actions was a subject of discussion among senior doctors and even specialist while I was serving in Hospital Kuala Lumpur for my overzealous management. I was given a lecture just because I revived and intubated a 78 year old terminally ill patient. I was brought to the office and questioned by my specialist for my action. I would not have saved the old lady, but at least i bought some time to call up the family to see her to say the final goodbye rather than seeing her dead body at the mortuary. That was my rationale. That was my main purpose. She was all alone by her deathbed, and her family deserved to see her go, even whisper a farewell, or seeing her goes flatline, instead of telling their family that their mother is dead, and can collect her body from the mortuary. All of us human deserved a dignified death. All of us wants our love ones by our side as we are dying.
As I had mentioned earlier in my previous post, no matter what we do, we may not get back "rewards" for what we had given or done. But I sincerely believe God may bless us in many ways. There are many ways to self discovery and find eternal happiness. I've experienced grieve, sadness, and depression.
But reflecting back retrospectively, I remember my spiritual Guru once said, "We only turn to God in times of difficulties." Prior to that, I question God's purpose, why some of us are so ill fated.
Then I learned about Karma. I delved into the teaching of Lord Buddha. Sadness and happiness is a frame of mind, if we want happiness, we must accept sadness equally. Our purpose in this fleeting moment is to transcend our humanly emotions, in order to attain blissfulness.
I started opening up to my wife, i share my emotion in the form of poem(many unpublished in my blog as my mind was in dark,cold,and evil places, and the devil was prancing away in my head)
The moment I opened up, and started sharing my problems with my wife, I realized again the teaching of Buddha which I had forgotten and forsaken. I was reminded again that heaven and hell is a frame of mind. Let our life be heavenly while we are still alive, and not after we are dead.
I view life with more vivid colours now. I am able to reflect and smile at the things I've done as a child, be it while I was alone, or with my childhood friends.

I would like to share a beautiful song with such significant lyrics, that for those whom are in difficulties, take some time off, and please remember, each of us are given a limited time to exist, and we AREN'T supposed to shorten it. We continue to exist in happiness and live a heavenly life as long as we are still breathing.

"When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you're sure you've had enough of this life.well hang on.
Don't let yourself go, cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong.Now it's time to sing along
When your day is night alone,hold on
When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.
Cause everybody hurts,take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts.Don't throw your hand.Oh,no.Don't throw your hands..
If you feel like you're alone, no,no,no,you're are not alone
If you on your own in this life, the days and night are long,
When you think you're had too much in this life to hang on.
Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes.
So hold on,you are not alone. "

-REM-Everybody hurts

(This post is dedicated to a friend of mine)

You're the angel

Never knew whether heaven exist
Once I ceased to live, only then I'll find the truth
Life extends only for a fleeting moment
I try to my my life heavenly, yes heaven exist while I live

Among God's angel you've like one,
who came to my life when I had no one
You gave me golden wings to soar the sky
I love you so much and do you know why?

You gave me the right reason to fight for life,
You gave me the reason to live life right
You gave me three beautiful children descended from heaven
I knew for sure you're the one I live for

You're my wife for life,
there's never going to replacement
cause you made my life like heaven
I thank you everyday for the children

I certainly wouldn't have to cease to exist
and hope for a golden palace to live in
cause my life is already golden
with you,my angel made my life a heaven.

--For my dearest wife.

I am just human

Being trained to be a healer I was naturally expected to be tougher, much tougher than the norm to conquer and treat the sick, to save lives.
Naturally I was expected to be healthier than the norm.
But it's all wrong. I am still human, despite the knowledge and experience I've gained over 10 years as a doctor. I am JUST A DOCTOR, NOT A SAVIOR. My degree is just a piece of paper that proved that I've passed certain exam that enable me to TRY to treat disease, and hopefully to save lives. I've experienced much in life, and life itself which I'm supposed to have control over had instead took a toll over my life.
I've taken my job too personally. It affected me when I failed to save a dying man. Part of me died along with the deceased when I had to break the news to the family. Part of me cry along with the wailing family member. I had to keep reminding myself there's so much I can do. I am not God. I realized being a doctor isn't the same as being a healer. Hippocrates was glorified by his oath that society place him in par as a demigod. I was told of the nobility of my profession on my first day in university. I realized today I am susceptible and can be affected by my job.
My sanity is tested by the insanity of life.
I profess my weakness. I profess I am merely a human.
With a business that clings over the edge of failure, and an ailing family member, i became withdrawn. My mind was in a dark,evil, tempting place. The devil managed to play out his menace over my susceptible mind. I became astrayed. I failed to be a good provider, husband, father, and son.
I failed as a human.
I begin to see and understand the psyche of those who took their own life. I begin to see their rationale for their action. Not that I became suicidal, but I begin to understand why they did what was done.
Similarly, I need to find a way out. Being weak, I need to find the easy way out. But I can't see the path towards liberation. I was trapped in the web of insanity.
What kept me going on is my three boisterous children, who needs a father to nurture them. I placed a mask over my edgy mind just for my children. I spoke of sweet lullabies before they sleep without much substance and meaning. But I meant well. I had a good intention. But what good am I when I was driven to insanity deep down?
I couldn't open up to my wife, my soulmate about my problem. I knew I needed help. I turn to God, but He never appear before me. I was left alone to ponder, living life without direction. I was lost. The roller coaster ride in my life was about to be derailed. The safety harness was loosening. I was about to fall over the edge.
Even if I had a loaded gun doesn't solve my problem. I can't leave my heavenly blessed family.
I sought after professional help. It helped. I opened up to my wife and shared my problem. My burden was immediately lifted away. I found a solution. I found the long time consuming way to recovery.
Why am I professing my weakness to the world to know? I want to share with the rest of the world the keep reminding ourselves that we are mere mortals. Whether God is just a concept or is the truth, I will only come to know once I cease to exist. By then, whether I find myself living among angels, reunited with my ancestors, or it's' total darkness, emptiness, I will find out. Heaven is what we make out of life. The ups and downs in life should be lived with means that sees only happiness despite the possible tragedies in life, as I had mentioned earlier, I do not know whether heaven is just a concept, a make believe by humans who sought after pleasure. Isn't heaven based after eternal happiness, and happiness is a pleasurable feeling balanced by sadness?
We are all humans. Mortals who exist over a fleeting moment. We should perceived life itself as a heavenly gift before it ends. As I ponder whether death is just a beginning or the end, it doesn't matter. What matter is its the inevitable. Unknown whether it leads to light or darkness, let out current lives be heavenly irrespective of the conditions. Unknown of our duration of existence, let our every lives be beautiful.
Remember, we are all humans who are born with flaws and imperfections. But the peccadilloes of life is what makes it beautiful. Its not the perfection, but rather the imperfections is what makes our life interesting.
Remember we are human, just humans.

Rhythic Movement Disorder

If you check the term "Rhythic Movement Disorder", you will notice a marked difference in what is written in Wikipedia from what my experience is. Well first impression, Wikipedia is right, and they wouldn't write it in internet of not for facts and figures. Well, I don't blame you for that.
Well, first of all,Rhythic movement disorder is a neurological disorder characterized by involuntary, repetitive movement of muscle group immediately during sleep involving head and neck...................................ok, i copy this straight up from Wikepedia.
Throughout my experience throughout my 1 1/2 years in Neurological department, facial especially if it involves neck rhythic, chances are they will visit a Neurologist, who rarely sees such cases, would either attempt to prescribe the classical Benzodiazepine and some tricycle anti depression.
From years of Neurologist intervention who is unfamiliar with BTA-x(BOTOX) to be injected onto the hyperactive muscle in order to stabilize it ended up worst. The problem is the Neurologist have no idea on how much to inject, they should start with very minimal dose, then after a week when the patient comes back for their review, then if adequate, then only would a Neurologist consider topping up the dose.
The practice of administering the full dose only unilaterally does not only cause facial asymmetry just like of Bell's Palsy, which can be prevented.
I had a patient last week, so while anticipating the complication of injecting Botox unilaterally, I've suggest do injected bilaterally just like in treatment in cosmetic but I would only half the dose. That way, even when the patient smiles, its going to be symmetrical, and in case if the rhythics persist, I'll top up on the targeted muscle as the rest of the muscle would have been paralyzed by now.
So for those patient which Rhythic Movement Disorder, either you go straight to the Aesthetician or rather prefer a neurologist, make sure they :
1. inject half dose then to come back week later for review
2. Never inject only one side of the face as it 95% will produce facial asymmetry.

I am worried....

The moment you are born, the countdown to your death begins. That applies to everybody. I am living in constant fear. The fear of losing someone precious to me. He has taught me to be a good father leading by example.
And now that he's diagnosed with a terminal disease, it's so undeserving of him. He doesn't smoke. He leads a healthy lifestyle. And most importantly he is a God loving man.
How is it possible that a man of status, whom has done what God requires man to do, which he did it all, could be inflicted with such a diseases?
God, he did nothing wrong to deserve what he has. I know many thinks it;s silly of me so say this, but, the life that i have right now is all due to my dad. Let him be healthy and let me have his disease instead. It breaks my heart seeing my dad experiencing laboured breathing. He has done was is required of every Buddhist is required, and he has done a lot more.
Please God. Please take his pain away...

How time flies.....

Yesterday was my 7th wedding anniversary. 7 years had passed by so fast that it seemed like it was such a short period of time. We've had shared so many things, both ups and downs in life. Irrespective of whether if was good or bad, we shared and experienced them together.
First of all I would like to apologize as there won't be any photo in this post since my camera is currently under service.(talk about timing. My camera went bonkers right after I bought my 2nd prime lens).
The most memorable experience we've shared besides the birth of of our three children, our family trip to Thailand, our honeymoon at Gold Coast, Australia,the one that brought back the most sentimental feeling has to be us attending both of Jacky Cheung's live concert in Bukit Jalil indoor stadium. The first was in 2003, we were still dating back then. We were, and still is as loving as ever.
I remember her taking the troubles in explaining the meaning of each and every songs to me. I've heard of this particular song before, but I didn't know without understanding the meaning the lyrics and meaning of the song.

Each time I listen to him serenade,my senses heightens and sensitizes. Often, I feel so moved that tears begin to flow.But to a song that I don't have any understanding!!! Drives a full grown man to tears!That was back in 2003. We were just a couple dating for just a few months.
We got married the following year, and I must it was indeed the happiest moment, being one of the highlights in my life.
2004 Isabelle was born. 3 years later , Jacky Cheung decided to organize another concert where the concert was called 2007 Musical Odyssey. They had the concert, and this time,I wanted Isabelle to finer things in life, like attending Jacky Cheung's concert.
But anticipating a huge crowd, my better judgement suggest otherwise. She better stay at home. Perhaps in future I shall bring her then.There are several memorable songs that I cherish and will always remember during the concert.

This is a fantastic song written for his daughter. I had no idea what it meant but the mere emotions involved while singing this song is so pure that I really touched me deep down.
It's was around 2.30am, while I was still driving in the highway, and just to keep myself alert, my wife played this song and explained the full meaning of this song to me.
I never felt such love for my wife as the way I did that night. It was like we were dating again. But this time, I looked at the rear view mirror and I see Natalie slumped on the baby chair sleeping, Isabelle sleeping with her head rested on my maid's thighs, and Leonidas. I must be the luckiest man alive to be blessed with a family of angels.

My Penang Trip

It's been a while since the last time I've visited Penang Island. Not since Keadilan took over. Through several people who claimed life has changed for the better since Keadilan took over. Signboards can be seen written in English, Chinese, and even Tamil.
Penang will remain one of the most memorable place in my heart, as I use to visit this tiny island without fail when I was still a child.
It felt like home while staying in Penang, The people speaks the hokkien dialect with touch of gentleness... for example...
Hokkien dialect from the south-- Lim Pek tha h o loo thia ho ho lai. Loo ki ciak sai lah!
Kuala Lumpur hokkien-- Uncle Lim ka loo tha, loo loo lei they ya pan yan hoi yak see ah!!!!
Hokkien from Penang -- AIYO, hiah chor a ua pun a kong. Besai ta ha?
Perhaps the only thing that worst than KL is the traffic. However, though chaotic, the crowd moves and no matter how bad the traffic maybe, you will till get to your destiny without much of delay.
One thing that you must not miss while being in Penang is it's various hawker's food. The best!- tay he only proper way to describe it.
We spent hours at the beach, and yes, I sun tanned without any sun block on! Smart move brother! How, my whole body is sore and tingles whenever I moves.
We stayed in Flamingo hotel and during the festive seasons, it's no surprise that the hotel is fully booked.
At night, we drove to Gurney drive to check out some of the best hawker delicacies. I was right!

I ended up with sorethroat, running nose, coughing due to hours spent playing under the hot sun.
Well, now I am back in my clinic, life is back into being slave to the grind.