23 September 2007, Sunday, 3.31pm
Panic button activated.
Well, the anticipated Bintan retreat ended on Thursday evening with Williams throwing up at the Tanah Merah jetty. Oh, or rather it ended up with Clonts, Lewinsky, Lee and myself at the East Coast Food Village for dinner and closure. Not sure about the rest, but I thought the retreat turned out rather quite interesting and fun for me. I enjoyed myself, and of course, I saw the other side of some of my colleagues too, mainly with the works of alcohol. But it does sound silly and strange to know that we were at a beach resort and yet we had not a chance to touch the sea. Whatever.
It was also my virgin hands-on on lazer quest (think paint ball but no balls but lazer) at Bintan, and hell I had so much fun at it! Braxton and I were really such cartoon characters when we screamed and fired at each other. We laughed so hard that I couldn't believe it was me laughing ... So me, Lewinsky and Barlow were defeated by Lee, Braxton and Harn. Damn it! I thought my team was quite tough, but the red team proved us wrong totally.
Then there was Silk, the new disco at Bintan Lagoon Resort. It was pathetically quiet on a Wednesday night, but it was liven up by TSD for all we know! Two jugs of Long Island did the magic of making everyone there at cloud 11. There was the rendition of Bono's With or Without You by Barlow on stage and everyone swooned and cheered with the band jamming away. I wished I could dance then, but I was really wasted then. Not totally intoxicated, but more like physical impaired due to the build-up head pain, which caused me to be rather sedated somehow. I mean, I'm on medication for chronic tension headache, which means, I shouldn't be drinking at all. But I had a go with the Long Island since everyone was in the mood to get high. I shouldn't, I know. I could jolly well get cardiac arrest for the drug and alcohol mixture, but I guessed I know my limits? This is so hard to explain to friends why I am not taking alochol since army days. Seriously, I never knew SH could go so wild, and Doreen to be a super Lian, and Barlow to be vocal too. Hmm, hidden talents. I love to people watch, and observe how people behave to different environment and situation. I just find this whole gesture and emotion thingy amazing and intrigue.
Bryant slipped and fell last night. He suffered a deep cut and Stanley had to call for an ambulance to send him in to KK. Heard that he was bleeding profusely and dripping all over the house. Poor boy. Nothing unusual, the family's radar was activated, and I was mobilised too and recalled back to send mom to Punggol and then head to KK for support. How drama. Does it in any way sound like Brothers & Sisters TV drama to you? A little? You don't know how sad I was when I saw Bryant at the hospital. He was shivering in fear and sobbing in pain. Dr Adaline Dave gave boy a ketamine shot to sedate him so that she and the nurses can stitch up the wound. The whole procedure was so teary for me, I was fighting my tears when Bryant started to feel the effect of the ketamine on him. Stupid doc did not forewarn us that his eyelids will not close up when the drug took effect on him till we saw Bryant looking dazed and froze with his eyes wide open. We were frightened and honestly, my heart skipped more than a beat when that happened. That moment, I was praying to all Gods in heaven for his well being. It was really painful for me to eye those moments. Yes, call me a sissy or whatever, but I am powerfully weak and emotional when it comes to hospital, blood and needles. We are talking about human and flesh afterall, how not to feel the hurt? I do. So we stayed in the hospital till 3am, waiting for the slight rashes and blush to subside, and for Bryant to be fully awake and conscious before discharging from KK. Thank all Gods of all forms in heaven for his speedy recovery.
While waiting for Bryant at the waiting room, Stanley brought up a subject that made me rather mad over dialling 995. It was understood that he was put on hold for minutes when he punched 995 for an ambulance. He was on an automated voiceover, that repeated itself before he got cut off the line. He followed up with a second call but to get an engage tone. 995? Engaged tone? "Call for emergency - 995" tagline, and all we get is a voiceover and engaged tone? And with the minutes and seconds of delay from these calls, we had to foot a fucking bill of $75 for their inability to increase ambulances and operators on standby? Now, I'm furious. We are not talking about life and death today, but I wonder what about the others who might need that special minute and second to stay alive? Time is essential. Time is precious. We need the moments of time, but is all ruined by just these three digits, 9-9-5. We are not in California with a massive state, neither are we in Siberia with limited telephone access... but we are just in a small island of 704 sq kilometres. That's a shame to know our incompetence in this area of efficiency. I need explanation on this.
Panic button activated.
Well, the anticipated Bintan retreat ended on Thursday evening with Williams throwing up at the Tanah Merah jetty. Oh, or rather it ended up with Clonts, Lewinsky, Lee and myself at the East Coast Food Village for dinner and closure. Not sure about the rest, but I thought the retreat turned out rather quite interesting and fun for me. I enjoyed myself, and of course, I saw the other side of some of my colleagues too, mainly with the works of alcohol. But it does sound silly and strange to know that we were at a beach resort and yet we had not a chance to touch the sea. Whatever.
It was also my virgin hands-on on lazer quest (think paint ball but no balls but lazer) at Bintan, and hell I had so much fun at it! Braxton and I were really such cartoon characters when we screamed and fired at each other. We laughed so hard that I couldn't believe it was me laughing ... So me, Lewinsky and Barlow were defeated by Lee, Braxton and Harn. Damn it! I thought my team was quite tough, but the red team proved us wrong totally.
Then there was Silk, the new disco at Bintan Lagoon Resort. It was pathetically quiet on a Wednesday night, but it was liven up by TSD for all we know! Two jugs of Long Island did the magic of making everyone there at cloud 11. There was the rendition of Bono's With or Without You by Barlow on stage and everyone swooned and cheered with the band jamming away. I wished I could dance then, but I was really wasted then. Not totally intoxicated, but more like physical impaired due to the build-up head pain, which caused me to be rather sedated somehow. I mean, I'm on medication for chronic tension headache, which means, I shouldn't be drinking at all. But I had a go with the Long Island since everyone was in the mood to get high. I shouldn't, I know. I could jolly well get cardiac arrest for the drug and alcohol mixture, but I guessed I know my limits? This is so hard to explain to friends why I am not taking alochol since army days. Seriously, I never knew SH could go so wild, and Doreen to be a super Lian, and Barlow to be vocal too. Hmm, hidden talents. I love to people watch, and observe how people behave to different environment and situation. I just find this whole gesture and emotion thingy amazing and intrigue.
Bryant slipped and fell last night. He suffered a deep cut and Stanley had to call for an ambulance to send him in to KK. Heard that he was bleeding profusely and dripping all over the house. Poor boy. Nothing unusual, the family's radar was activated, and I was mobilised too and recalled back to send mom to Punggol and then head to KK for support. How drama. Does it in any way sound like Brothers & Sisters TV drama to you? A little? You don't know how sad I was when I saw Bryant at the hospital. He was shivering in fear and sobbing in pain. Dr Adaline Dave gave boy a ketamine shot to sedate him so that she and the nurses can stitch up the wound. The whole procedure was so teary for me, I was fighting my tears when Bryant started to feel the effect of the ketamine on him. Stupid doc did not forewarn us that his eyelids will not close up when the drug took effect on him till we saw Bryant looking dazed and froze with his eyes wide open. We were frightened and honestly, my heart skipped more than a beat when that happened. That moment, I was praying to all Gods in heaven for his well being. It was really painful for me to eye those moments. Yes, call me a sissy or whatever, but I am powerfully weak and emotional when it comes to hospital, blood and needles. We are talking about human and flesh afterall, how not to feel the hurt? I do. So we stayed in the hospital till 3am, waiting for the slight rashes and blush to subside, and for Bryant to be fully awake and conscious before discharging from KK. Thank all Gods of all forms in heaven for his speedy recovery.
While waiting for Bryant at the waiting room, Stanley brought up a subject that made me rather mad over dialling 995. It was understood that he was put on hold for minutes when he punched 995 for an ambulance. He was on an automated voiceover, that repeated itself before he got cut off the line. He followed up with a second call but to get an engage tone. 995? Engaged tone? "Call for emergency - 995" tagline, and all we get is a voiceover and engaged tone? And with the minutes and seconds of delay from these calls, we had to foot a fucking bill of $75 for their inability to increase ambulances and operators on standby? Now, I'm furious. We are not talking about life and death today, but I wonder what about the others who might need that special minute and second to stay alive? Time is essential. Time is precious. We need the moments of time, but is all ruined by just these three digits, 9-9-5. We are not in California with a massive state, neither are we in Siberia with limited telephone access... but we are just in a small island of 704 sq kilometres. That's a shame to know our incompetence in this area of efficiency. I need explanation on this.
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