Powerful Sunset Pics

East Coast Parkway, Singapore

Bedroom window

-Mack

'Cause our December Sun is setting

Sightseeing In Singapore II

Let me take you around The Civic District of Singapore.

Or see Part I first, although it's unrelated:

http://poolside-ana.blogspot.com/2008/05/tourist-in-my-own-country_11.html

First place I took pics of was colonial-style Raffles Hotel, circa 1887, built by a quartet of Armenian brothers. The hotel is patronized by nobility, both the real and the soidisant. Queen Elizabeth II, Ava Gardner and Rudy Jiuliani have all checked in before.

Trivia: Singapore's last tiger was shot and made extinct here...

Next, I popped by St. Andrew's Cathedral. 1862, Anglican, Gothic and Awesome.

The first Cathedral was closed because of 2 (not 1) lightning strikes to the building!

I went inside. The Nave is grand. Visitors are welcome and thye have guided tours.

Singapore effortlessly blends its the old and the fresh. Glass corporate towers and colonial monuments share control of The Civic District.

We end with the old Supreme Court. The new building, unfortunately, is modern and stale. The old one is flanked by massive pillars, adorned by statutes and oozes authority.

The Civic District. Home to governments, former and present; corporate empires and architecture lost to this age.

XD.

-Mack

And bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings

Hospitalised

Hospitalised! thats what happened to me on monday! learnt alot from that experience and i kinda realised that sometimes public hospitals can be better then private hospitals.

well i woke up on monday with just a light headache so i popped 2 panadols went to off to school. i kinda fell asleep in the bus (no.14) and woke up feeling super dizzy and nauseous. I got off the bus and i didnt know where i was. i threw up by the side of the road and flagged the first cab i saw and told him ACJC and shockingly he knew where it was. When i reached school i was so disorientated that i didnt know what i was doing. Thank heavens the student councillor in charge was a good friend of mind and rushed me to see the matron. The matron called my form tutor and they decided to send me to the hospital. Upon arrival i had a temperature of 38.2 and had high blood pressure and a high heart rate- so they rushed me into emergency. At this point i lost consciousness.


woke up 2hrs later and apparently 2 injections later. my nurse was really really really nice and pretty and she said i have nice hands! but that's besides the point. After taking my heart rate again the doctor decided i needed to go on a drip. when they first wanted to drip me on my right-hand my veins receded into my body cause of my fear of needles, eventually after 2 tries on my right hand( it swelled) and they decided to get me on the drip on my left hand.

Since i was now not in an emergency position they moved me to the recovery area. This is where my public hospital experience began.

Generally if i need to go see a doctor or go to the hospital i generally visit private doctors and hospitals. The visit to a private hospital is generally quite quiet. There is minimal interaction between patients and you get to see a doctor in under 30 minutes. There is no talking to the nurses and the doctors are generally dressed in the latest Zara or Luis vitton and these hospitals have a doctors car park that can make a motor show proud.

However while i was waiting in the recovery area there were 5 soldiers, a man involved in a accident and policeman flanking him and Bangladeshi worker and a Chinese worker.

The man who was supposed involved in the accident spoke to everyone, he spoke in Tamil and hokkien to both the foreign workers who were apparently hurt in industrial accidents. The soldiers remained quiet but i did learn that 3 soldiers were from rangers and the other 2 were from artillery.

their ranks are as follows: Rangers:leftanant (2nd officer rank)
Sergeant
Private
artillery: Private
Private

During my time in the recovery area 2 military policemen came,cuffed and removed the guys from artillery and i can only guess that the guys from rangers were involved in a training accident.

The man who was involved in the accident apparently was some kind of gangster and he had to pick a fight with one of the nurses and the policeman removed him. I then decided to ask the Bangladeshi worker beside me what his thoughts were and he was like he is afraid he will have to sent back home. At this point in time the nurse came ruffled my hair and told me i will be going to my ward- i was initially expecting a normal ward but because of my dad and stuff i ended up in a class A ward and it returned to like being in a private hospital again.

A guess what i learnt is that doctors at the public hospital didn't drive such fancy cars but yet they seemed more human- they have compassion and patience to be able to deal with the wide range of patients. that is truly respectable! Their interaction with you makes you feel more comfortable and it seems that they really care but then again eventually these doctors will end up in a private hospital when they realise that money comes first. The sad reality eh.

hold,touch, feel, kiss, taste
oh yes i'm well aware i'm dying
you are one thing i wont regret

-conflicted

-pubis

the cruel singaporean- are you one?

They say there is good out there in the world-but why dont i ever see it. The world is hard and cruel and we should accept it. Just ytdy i went to the post office to pay my cousin's phone bill and there was this elderly man about 5 people in front of me in the queue and he was paying his electricity bill- his electricity had apparently been cut and he didnt have enough money to pay his bill. He was 9 dollars short and he started to cry- i mean wtf the 5 ppl in front of me just ignored him and this man with his family told his kids to look away. I was just so pissed and saddened. I walked over to the man payed his bill for him and i'll never forget the hug or the look of gratitude he gave me.

Most of all i'm disappointed. Disappointed at my countrymen. what kind of society has my country become. Heartless,cruel, impatient bastards is what i believe my countrymen are. Even at the bank when i'm taking out my wallet before walking over to the teller the guy behind me pushes and exclaims loudly for me to move( never mind the matter that i can break his face).

Forget Singaporeans- my country has a hell lot of expatriates and foreigners and i believe that they are the worst. Forget the fact that the majority of them are from India and china. What i really hate about them is how they always criticise Singapore and how much better their homeland is and the way look so degrading at anyone else.

Firstly, if your homeland is so much better what the fuck are you doing in my country and secondly they should remember that perhaps they form the elite in their country but in this country they arent the elite and they should learn their place and they should really keep their sniveling sucking up to themselves cause it aint going to work on me nor my mum and especially not my dad. The government should really consider having some kind of Compatibility test to determine if these foreigners will be able to fit into society before allowing them to work or live here.( something like what perhaps Australia has)

i may sound like some elitist arrogant toerag- well if u want to believe so its your problem. I just believe i'm privileged to go to a top school and have my parents trust me to have my own condo but what i cant stand are rude impatient dis-compassionate assholes. Singapore is a society, lets act like members of a society and help one another or perhaps even smile once in a while. I've never felt so ashamed to be Singaporean before.

To all my friends who say i've changed-i'm still the same person.

Misguided by the 405 'cause it lead me to an alcoholic summer.

-pubis