Here's a poem I wrote when I was 13 years old. Thought I would share it here. Please remember, before the knives come out, I was thirteen, one-three, fresh out of PSLE.

Life
Life is like a passing cloud,
With the many winds of doubt
They blow you from places to places,
Until you are left with lots of dazes
Sometimes I try to stop to ponder,
But heck, everything's going so fast you can't wonder
You just keep moving and moving,
Until you finally stop for some thinking
Thinking over the past, wondering about the future
Trying so hard to make things seem better
But it will always be in vain,
Then you have to move again.

More pictures of my precious baby. Surely that one picture last entry left you clamoring for more? They are not in chronological order, for the uninitiated.

Hi guys!

Okay, I don't know how many more of you are actually looking into my blog still, now that it's been dead for some time. I have severely underestimated the toll of my busy schedule and the enormity of my laziness(the latter more than the former, if I were to be brutally honest with myself), to think that I could keep my blog going with regular entries. In fact, I was just going to let this blog die along with my past spur-of-the-moment ideas, when I realised that there were still people who were actually still checking in from time to time, hoping to find some new pearls of wisdom here(yes, all 2 of you, you know who you are, I love you!). So I have pulled myself out of my languid state and made a new pledge to keep this going.


I know in my previous entry, I mentioned I was going to talk about something close to my heart, but it's been so long, the time isn't so appropriate to discuss that particular topic right now(plus the fact that I can't quite remember exactly what topic that was). So I'll just do some rambling to get things going.


Life has been moving relentlessly on for me, as it has for everyone else. I'm still in the hospital, doing my rotations before I go back to the polyclinic. My baby has gone from lying supine to turning over to wiggling her limbs ineffectively about to leopard crawling to sitting up to creeping about and now to finally stand up and take tentative steps. In fact, she just has to learn how to stop properly now without falling on her knees, before she's officially walking.



There's a picture of her. My heart just melts everytime I see her. How can you look into such a sweet, cute face and say no to her?(I got a feeling I'm going to find out how not too far into the future)

Anyway, my family life's been great. My wife has stopped working, so she's taking care of our baby full time, and I finally get wonderful home-cooked meals when I come home. I thank God regularly for my family.

That's not to say everything runs smoothly. That doesn't happen right? But I don't really want to talk negatively in this, my first post in such a long time. Maybe later on, when I get into a melancholy mood, I'll share my misery with whoever is unfortunate enough to stumble upon my blog at the time.

So anyway, that's it for the update and re-introduction. You all can go out into the streets and announce to everyone, the linguist is back, and he'll(hopefully) have many many, uh, linguistic, things to write about, so do tune in regularly.

Seeya!

Man, it's been awhile.

I've just been going through life's routine, trying to keep everything going, and before i know it, one month has stolen away into the abyss of the past, forever lost. Just the mundanities of daily life are enough to occupy much of my time, until I barely have any left for other stuff, such as updating my blog. It frustrates me that those who do visit my blog(I dare not think of the numbers) have to contend themselves with old entries while they wait indefinitely for my new one. But I can only work within the limitations of the time given and the things I have to do.

Okay, poor attempt at an excuse for not regularly updating. It's a busy life, but I do still have some time to myself, and as much as I like writing, the thought of thinking up stuff to write that is interesting enough for people to take a minute to read is a bit daunting, and almost resembles work. Anyway, here I am again, and let's start with some updates.

I'm on leave currently, all the way till end of next week. Well-deserved, if I may say so myself. Got some activities lined up for my family, especially for my baby. She's gotta see the world, right? But I got to remember to rest too, seeing as my next break is probably going to be the end of the year.

My baby is getting cuter and cuter. I know, I know I'm not posting enough pics. I'm getting there, don't worry. She's smiling and laughing now, which is a sure cure for fatigue and depression. For me and my wife anyway. She still cries a lot, but that's okay. We tell ourselves, babies do that.

My wife's birthday is coming up. Planning to pamper her by giving her free rein for a day to do some shopping, her and about 3 billion other women's favourite pasttime. She knows our financial status, and she's the most sensible woman I ever know, so I think I'm safe from the likelihood of bankruptcy after that one day of no-holds-barred shopping.....uh, right dear?

Myself, I've been in the hospital for 2 months, going to another posting after this month, continuing my family medicine training. It is quite nerve-wracking, having to re-adjust to a new department and environment every 3 months, forging new friendships and all that, but of course the other side of the coin is, I don't have to stay too long if a particular posting is unbearable. It's been pretty fun in the department I'm in though. The registrars and consultants are nice and approachable, and my fellow MOs are easy to get along with. Made a few friends as well.

Okay, guess I'm more or less done with the updating. Going to write something close to my heart in the next entry, something related to my work, but which I hope you will chew on for thought, because I think it is a mindset that has to change.

Seeya.

Chloe

Well, here you are, adoring fans. Latest pics of my beautiful Baby Chloe! Shall not say too much, lest my beautiful literature steal the limelight from her. Enjoy!

Well, whaddaya know? I actually have survived 3 calls in the hospital, the last one being yesterday. The first 2 calls, I didn't have a single wink, but managed to get about an hour's rest last night. Seems to have made all the difference. The very fact that I'm here blogging serves testimony to the fact that one hour's sleep versus no sleep at all for one night makes a great difference to one's mental well-being.

Calls are still as harrowing as I remember them 3 to 4 years ago. The sense of uncertainty, the feeling of impending doom, it's almost more than my stressed little heart can bear. Good thing I'm only doing this for 2 years, then it's back to the polyclinics for me. Bwahahaha.

Okay, I seem to be ditching the cool, composed style of writing that I have been adopting previously(my own opinion, of course). Maybe it's the lack of sleep that's causing me to write like this. Looks like one hour doesn't count for much after all. But hey, it's MY blog, so I can write pretty much how I want. Bleh.

I realise my blog is a bit starved of photos currently. Will be posting soon. I'm just very uncomfortable with computers, even with simple things like transferring photos from camera to computer, but I'll get around to it.

Alright. enough of that. Time to go play my first DOTA game in more than a month. Till next time then.

My laptop crashed on me on Friday the thirteenth last month. Wondering if it's some virus at work. Probably.

Managed to get my hands on my sis's desktop because she is overseas for a year. She's going places in her profession. Good for her. Hope she remembers how she had a brother who guided her through her learning years, giving her valuable pointers in life(such as why ants love rainy days).

I've started my new posting in the hospital. It is really intimidating. It's like being thrown into the deep end of the pool without knowing how to swim. My first night call is coming up this Tuesday. I can just get a cardiac arrest thinking about it. Will write about the experience here if I should survive.

My baby Chloe is doing well. She had a flu with fever a couple of weeks ago, but she's recovered. Getting a bit more fretful than usual, but otherwise growing cuter and cuter each day. Wanted to post some pics here, but forgot to bring the camera. Next time.

All right, I'll stop here. The crippling fear of having to face Tuesday is causing writer's block.