"My hobby is to become a doctor"

Mansi was visiting her grand-uncle in the private ward when she decided to popped her head in front of me and watched me complete some documentation. I smiled at her and continued my work as I was running out of time to complete the many things unaccomplished. She was watching me for some 10 minutes and finally decided to talk to me.

"What's your name?"

"3R1N, and yours?"

"Mansi."

"Are you from China?"
*laugh*
"Err, my grandparents were."

"Who are you visiting?"
"My...erm...grandmother's...erm....brother."
Perhaps that's too complicated for her to relate. 

"So do you want to become a doctor?"

She nodded eagerly with a big smile.

"Is that why you are so interested in what I am doing right now?"
"Yeah! My hobby is to become a doctor." *Full of confidence*

WOW!!!!!
"You mean, your ambition?"

She blushed. Oops.

"How old are you?"
"I'm 12years old. I go to i-cant-remember-what-she-said School."

"Can you read what I'm writing?"
"No. But you write very fast."
"Hmmm, well, I have to."
"Does your hand hurt writing so fast?"
"Not really. I'm used to it."

"So what doctor do you want to be next time?"

Since she is so ambitious and confident, I thought she might already have a speciality in mind.

"I want to be like you."

*pause* "HAHAHAHAHAHA!* 

Seriously, I just got to know her, or rather, we just spoke for 5 minutes, and I wasn't even attending to a patient, I was doing paperwork. Which part of that impressed her? I am just an intern. I am not one of those consultants who walked with aura and a flock of postgraduates,house surgeons, nurses and students scrambling behind him.

For a kid like her to be inspired to become a doctor, I pictured a scene like this.

A doctor swings his stethoscope around his neck, rushes in behind the curtains, performs CPR frantically, shouts "CLEAR" and then pushes a pair of iron-like-thingy into the patient's chest and made the almost lifeless fella bounce 2 feet high, and finally the flat line on the monitor shows some spikes.

This was what we used to see in the Hong Kong soap operas before House MD and Grey's Anatomy era.

"So, do you know that besides this ward, there are other wards on the other side of the hospital, which is the free ward, where the poor patients are admitted because they can't afford the medications and surgeries?"

"Yes."

"So, next time when you become a doctor, will you attend to them? The free ward is not beautiful like this one is. It is very crowded and pretty uncomfortable to be at. They are not educated like us. But they are ill too. Will you treat them like treating everyone else."

"Yes." No hesitation at all.

She's a sweet girl. I hope when she grows up and successfully becomes what she wants to be, she will not forget what she said.

I enjoyed chatting with her. I asked if she will come again tomorrow and at what time. She ran off into the room and came out as I was leaving to tell me that she will be here around 5 to 5.30pm. She was still walking with me all the way down the corridor until I exit the door. But I told her I may or may not be here at that particular time. She says ok. 

I wanted to exchange emails with her. Unfortunately she doesn't have one. She only has her father's.

She made my day. Not because she wants to "be like me", but talking to her lighten up my mood.

Immediately after I left the private ward and went to the free ward, I had a bad time with my blur, bossy, annoying, problematic superior. It really irritates me when someone gives you instructions when she herself is confused about what she wants to do. I tried so hard not to explode and kept reminding myself to not let this ruin my happiness. Sniffed back the escaping aqueous, I finished my work and called it a day.

What keeps me going...

Was feeling very frustrated after my 24-hour labour duty the day before followed by long hours of standing and going round and round the ward, depressed because I didn't have time to have breakfast, looking forward to finish everything off and leave the hospital, when my boss (whom everyone fear) decided to ask me attend to her private patient.

Argh!

So I started my duty as a part-time unpaid hospital tour guide and provided the best VIP service. Service and destination includes:

1. Escorted the patient to the Ultrasonography Room. Lined them up. Waited for their turn. Told them when they asked why do they have to wait so long. Waited while she got her transabdominal ultrasound done. Waited while the consultant explained to them about the scan result.

2. Thank god my boss was kind enough to let me go have my luch first. Actually she just let me off because she wants the patient to go have their lunch before the following procedure, that's how I got my chance off.

3. Met the patient at a time and place we agreed on before parting. Waited because they came late. But they got apologize lah. no big deal. anyway by that time i already had my lunch and felt a little better.

4. Escorted the patient to do PPTCT Counselling. Waited for the person-in-charge to come.Waited for her to do the counselling. Waited while they do a simple test. Waited for the next 15 minutes for the result. 

5. Escorted them to the lab. Explained to them why blood and urine test are needed because their question was: Didn't we get a scan done already. Why still need to test some more?
Felt like telling them, if you have doubts with what is to be done in the hospital, then dont come lah. Deliver at home. No need go through all the waiting and scanning and blood testing etc. Nope, of course I didn't say that. I'm not that kind of doctor. Come on!
Showed them where to make payment. Waited while she get her blood sample taken. Waited when she waited for her bladder to be filled up enough to evacuate them into her urine bottle. 

6. Escorted them to the labour room. Found her a bed for her to lie down. Informed the doctors on duty about this VIP patient of my boss. Actually, it is easy to get things done when you mention my boss' name. They did not procrastinate for even a minute to carry out the instructions that my boss has given. They connected the wires to put her on Non Stress Test, and I answered to the patient's question "What is this for?" Well, this will detect your baby's heart rate, and contractions of your uterus, and all these will be shown on this graph which is getting printed, including how many times your baby moves when you press this button. After 10 minutes, she said : "Actually I don't really understand how this thing works." So again I explained. Honestly, I've never seen any doctors give such lengthy explanation to patients in this hospital. Maybe most of the time I'm exposed to free ward patients, who are illiterate and ignorant. 


7. Waited while they wait to repeat Non Stress Test. It happened that the NST didn't turn out to be satisfactory as the fetal heart rate tracing was not really reassuring. So the doctors decided to do a second tracing. Trying to be positive, perhaps the baby is fast asleep. So they let the patient relax a bit, take a break, eat some biscuits, drink apple juice. But this definitely didn't do any good. The husband started asking why do they have to do a repeat test? Was there something wrong. They were getting anxious. And I definitely don't want to worry them more. Being a junior most doctor in the whole ward, I didn't want to say the wrong thing to them. So I ask the doctor to do the explanation. She gave them a not-for-layman explanation which I'm pretty sure did not help calm the patient down.

8. Connected the phone to the operator and then to my boss. The husband got restless and wanted to talk to my boss. And boss' phone couldn't get through. So waited and dialed and waited and dialed. Finally, they spoke. My boss gave orders to the doctors on duty and they decided for admission.


9. Made sure the patient is comfortably admitted in her room, was about to bid goodbye. I had waited for this moment since 12pm and it's now 6pm. Mind you I did not get to sit all these while. And she asked, "Why do I have to be admitted? I am not due until 23 August." "OK, well you see, you are already 37 weeks 2 days. Infact, you may deliver anytime from now on because your baby is mature enough already. Like what my boss told you earlier, your baby appeared a little smaller on the scan. This could be due to your familial trait as both you and your husband are not very tall.  But they want to keep a closer watch on your baby and you to make sure everything goes fine. Don't worry." I can totally understand her anxiety and apprehension being a primi. Not that I have any experience.
"Will you be staying back here with me?" She looked at me with her big round eyes. Really, she has big round eyes.

 "Oh, I'm so sorry. Actually I'm off duty and I am posted in another ward. If you have anything you can talk to those doctors just now. They are very nice. You don't have to worry."

 "But you are closest to me. You have been with me since just now. I feel comfortable with you. Will you come tomorrow?"

"I'm sorry I can't promise you yet as I have to complete my duties in the other ward. If I will definitely drop by to see you okay? Rest well."
She thanked me, still looking a bit worried.


I told myself I will find time to drop in to see her tomorrow. I hope it is not inappropriate for me to do so as she is in the private ward and interns don't handle official work for private patients, which means I will be "illegally" visiting her. 


My job as the VIP tour guide is done. But I was happy as I left the hospital. Not because such a tedious and not-my-business duty is over. But because patient was grateful for what I've done for her and she made me feel important as a healthcare provider.

I wasn't cursing my boss anymore for giving me extra tasks and making my life miserable. Instead, I'm glad that she gave me a chance to self-learn how to deal with patients, how to build up good rapport. 


I'm also fortunate that the patients speak English and are pretty well-mannered. The husband got a little cranky after a long tiring wait in the hospital but he still spoke nicely. His pregnant wife must be even more tired than him and I. But I managed to communicate them without any language barriers or emotional outburst.

A simple gesture of appreciation, is what keeps me going.

白云·蓝天

barefoot

A father brought 2 daughters to the Paediatric Department.
One of the girsl was wearing her school uniform which looks like it has not been washed for years. Crumpled, faded, and dirty.Her yonger sister, who is thalassemic, was also wearing a dress in the similar filthy condition.The first thing that came to my mind was, they must be really poor. Sigh.


However, when I spoke to the father, he appeared to be decently dressed from head to toe.
I took a second look at his daughters. It's obvious that their hygiene, cleanliness are simply neglected.


Since the younger child's haemoglobin is only 3.5 gm%, she needed to be admitted for blood transfusion.
As they were leaving the OPD, I noticed both the girls are not having any shoes on!!
My goodness! How can a father let her daughters walk around in this rainy season without any shoes or slippers on when he himself has a comfortable pair of protection??


Selfish parents.

Deliberate Ignorance

Another month of Rural Posting under Department of Community Medicine.
I've chosen Primary Health Centre in Handignur, an agricultural village 20 km away from Belgaum.

After working there for 3 days, I'm not sure whether to be surprised or not, to realise that those who are in charge of seeing the patients are prescribing medicines rather inadvertently.


We had more than 100 patients in the OPD today. 
The pharmacist came to help as well. And she saw patient faster than I did.
I'm not impressed. 
Why? Not because of my language barrier I see patient slower.
Because before the patients could finish telling their complaints, she already threw the medications in front of them with instructions given faster than a bullet train, and called for the next patient.
Any old patients with bodyache, joint pain, Tab. Diclofenac BD.
Anyone with pain abdomen, Tab. Dicyclomine.
One patient had a right sided abdominal pain. Before i could ask more, she threw (YES, she threw) the drugs in front of him and sent him off.
I couldn't even call him back because the whole OPD is congested. Patients kept pouring in. And they don't sit down and wait. They crowd around you!
I couldn't even get up from my seat. They just pushed their way through and pressed their OPD slips right in front of you.


I can totally understand that these villagers are illiterate, uneducated, ignorant, and sometimes stubborn. 
They come demanding for injections for every single complaint, right from fever to flu to bodyache to cuts. 
Most of the times, these injections are not required at all. Instead of explaining to them patiently about their illness, the suitable treatment given and why they do not require injection, those who are working in the OPD just give them an injection, simply a Diclofenac IM, or Cyanocobalamine IM, just to shut them up and send them away.


Yes, i know. They are uneducated. They will never understand. 
They think that injection is the miracle treatment. 
But if no one ever explain to them, sensitize them, remind them, make them understand, obviously they will never know. It is not something which can be achieved in just one day. It is a long process. 
But nobody ever seem to make an attempt. 


Blame it on the montly rotation? 
Interns work for one month and the following month next batch of intern comes. New faces every month. 
Patients try asking for injections again, and also tell you that the previous doctors used to give them injections. 
To save the trouble from spending 10 minutes explaining to them, most people choose to ask them to lie down, expose their butts, load the syringe and poke! Easy! Takes hardly 60 seconds.
Even the Boss adopts this approach. He is the only person who has been permanently working at this place. Patients know him, and they trust him. He says "Give injection", what can you say?


Fine. Injections. With safety precautions, risks of infection can be avoided. The drugs given does less harm than advantage to the patients. They are vitamin deficient anyway. It eases their pain, and also acts as a placebo. I shall say nothing.


What about prescribing antibiotics for only 3 days? Reason being, these people won't bother continuing taking their medications after they get slightly better. So why waste medicine.
So, the instruction given is : NOT MORE THAN 6 TABLETS OR CAPSULES SHOULD BE GIVEN. 
Instead of Amoxicillin 500mg TID for 5 days, BD 3 days is given.


Well, if patient is not compliant, we can't help it. But at least i think we could have tried explaining to them to create the awareness of completing full course antibiotic.
But when the doctor/pharmacist is the one who prescribe an incomplete course, it is a whole different story. We are the one responsible for causing the emerging and worsening of drug resistance.

I really thank my post graduate who have guided me while i was posted in Khasbag Urban Health Centre last month. She is one doctor whom i look up to. She warned me about Antimicrobial Resistance, which is the theme of 2011 World Health Day. She is one doctor that i see talking to the patients very patiently, telling them every detail of their illness in the simplest way they can understand. She never raises her voice at patients. She definitely makes a good Community Medicine doctor. And I think a good doctor should have these basic qualities.


How i wish i could speak the local language better, so that i can speak to them better.
Though i can manage with my broken Kannada and Hindi, majority of the villagers in Handignur speaks Marathi, as it is close to the Maharasthra border. I need to pick up another language in a short time to make myself useful for this one month. Wonder if it is even possible. But I'll try.

A professor of mine once said, "You don't need to be such a hero, to try save the lives of a hundred people and hurry through all of them, but neglected most of them. All you have to do is give your full attention to that one single patient you are attending to at a time, give him the best you can. That is suffiecient."

Negligence

Was posted to Under Five Clinic.
My job is to weigh the kids, measure their heights, plot their growth charts, ask about their diet, schedule them for immunization, ask their parents if their child is ill.
Easy job. Stress free.
Senior doctors are also there, to manage more complicated cases, which is however, hardly any.

The first child of the day came. 14-month-old. I weighed him and checked his records. His weight has been been same in his last 4 visits (months). 9kg.
I thought, something must be wrong with the bathroom weighing scale. I set it to zero and weighed again. Same. I put him on the infant weighing scale instead. It showed 8.5 kg.
Whether is it 8.5 or 9, he is definitely underweight. He should be weighing at least 11 or 12 kg. On top of that, his growth curve on the chart has been plateauing since the past 4 months. This is the earliest sign of malnutrition.
I tried to ask the mother about the childs diet, eating pattern, so that I could advice further. I was attempting with my super broken kannada. She couldn't understand me. I tried my hindi, she knows only kannada.

Feeling useless, I seek help from the community medicine postgraduate, who was posted together with me. He looked at the chart, and said, "It's ok. Nothing serious." And he sent both of them off and continue reading his newspaper.
I told him again, "Sir, his weight has not been increasing for 4 months.".
He got a little irritated, "Ya ya, it's ok."

I could do nothing. I was thinking to myself, 'Are you kidding me? What's the point of running an Under-5 Clinic, if you could detect malnutrition at the earliest but do nothing about it, just because you are to lazy to do the already very easy job.

We know many of them are uneducated, or unaware about their children's growth adequacy, nutrition, hygiene, etc. To prevent severe malnutrition which are not treated in its early stage, we do primary prevention, i.e. Growth monitoring. Even health workers are trained to pick up this skill. It is anyway nothing difficult. This it's the main aim of Under-5 clinic, Anganwadis, to tackle this problem at the so-called 'grassroot level'.

But when a qualified doctor, a soon-to-be community medicine specialist, who is sitting in a tertiary hospital, does not bother about spending a little extra time and effort to look into one child's nourishment, do you think others, especially those posted to the rural areas, won't have such similar attitude.

I feel bad for the parents who are willing to bring their children, monthly, for growth monitoring, but not only they are not told about the problem they will be facing, the doctors in whom they trust don't give a damn about them.

How do they expect improvements in healthcare when the attitude of the healthcare provider is so disappointing?

Dear Japan, hang in there!

The day after tsunami hit Japan, I was having breakfast in Eefa. Sitting at the table next to us were a man in his sixties and two other women. I did not pay much attention to them.

While they were leaving the man approached us and said something which I couldn't hear properly. The first thing that came to my mind was, this man must be asking if we are from Thailand or Korea and what are we doing in Belgaum. (Incidence like this happens frequently ever since I set foot in India 4.5years back. It irritates me.)

So, I gave him this blank stare, which I myself know very well that it's rude.
After a few seconds I realized that he was asking if we are Japanese, how are our relatives back home, and if they are badly affected.
I was shocked. This old man actually cares and concerns about the Japanese after learning about the mishap from the news. We told him we are Malaysians. And he expressed his sympathy for the tsunami victims.

I felt bad. I'm sorry to judge him.

For the first time, I felt love and kindness, in India. Especially when everyone is busy celebrating the World Kannada Formation Day, flooding the town just to see Aishwarya Rai, blasting music at wee hours; when many who are involved in the medical field shows no empathy to patients but thinks only for themselves, blinded by success and luxury, when nobody gives a damn about others unless they need help, a thought like this really made me feel warmth.

I really wanted to thank him on behalf of the Japanese.

Even when the majority do not seem to care, a single soul who shows his concern and support is worth more than anything.

For those who are struggling to survive, or those who are overcoming the grief of losing their loved ones and their homes, stay strong! Ganbatte!

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nice uncle

was rushing through my forensic medicine notes when my study table light started blinking...then it got back to normal...n blinked again after a long time..

i thought something was wrong with the electricity...not bothered..

when i came back to the room after my exam, my study table was like disco lah..the light was blinking non stop...hahaha..

it was past 5pm..went to search for the hostel electrician but he was no where to be seen..nevermind lah..
one more subject to go, i had to sit on my bed to study to get proper lighting...cant be studying in dark as my eyesights are almost gone..

after my last paper today...came back...hunt for the electrician...
then he came...standing at the door smiling...hehe...
he told me to write a letter of application (leceh procedure... to fix the light also must write love letter to the warden)..then he started checking..then replaced with a new tube or starter...(forgot to ask him wut was wrong)...

then he was searching for the transparent shield that covers the light..hehe..i took it out long time ago n was on top of the cupboard...filled with dust...paiseh lah..told him i'l fix it myself coz its dirty...

uncle so nice la..he say come come i wash for u... aaah? no need gua..u good enough to come fix the light d...
so he went to wash in the kitchen..wash with soap n scrub sumore lah... took longer than my dish-washing time...
then he dry it...then he fixed it...

then i saw screwdriver sticking out from his pocket..wanted to borrow to fix 2 screws jutting out from my rack... he asked me wut i want to do with it..i show him the screws..and he fix them for me also lah..!!!

because of communication problem..all i could say was..thank u bhaia...thank u..hehehe..thank u...
he also kept saying welcome madam...welcome...hehe..

oh..n i remembered..he fixed my bicycle reflector long time ago...i only asked him if he has the 'nut' to replace the missing one.. n he fixed the whole thing for me..hahaha..

nice uncle...simple humble helpful polite responsible efficient..
the maids in the hostel should learn from him, rather than sitting n chit chatting whole day..
or maybe... everyone should be like him...hehe..
i also muz learn from him n not always be a fighter cock...despite having language problem here...muahahaha!!!!

小鸟之去匆匆

“那天晚上救了一只出世不久的 小鸟。
可它今天死了，好难过，有感情了。”

短短的一封“越洋”简讯，
平凡的一件小事，
却让我停下手上的工作，
不自觉地沉思在回忆里。

发简讯的你，是否也和我一样想着同样一件事。
我能了解你的难过。
我想，你也是想起在天国的那小生命。

世间万事难料。
许多东西，往往是在与它插身而过时，
才特别地对它不舍。
生命更亦如此。
越小的生命，越是脆弱，
越是令人替他惋惜。

别再难过，别再为过去难过。
为离开的，
以一声“阿弥陀佛”，
护送他们到西方去。

珍惜拥有，
期待明天的另一个美好。

a step closer to Mother Nature

01 may 2008.

Woke up at 5am in the morning and departed to Dandeli.
Spent only one and a half hour to reach Kali River, where we started the day with river rafting.
Guess everyone was excited to put on the lifevest and helmet and grip on to the paddle.

Here we go...into the waters..
We started with some training in the calm waters.How to hold the paddle in the right way, how to paddle forward, how to backpaddle, how to sit in the raft, how to get down when we are going into the rapids...and also jumped the waters n practice floating...just in case...
It was about 9am at that time, and i just jumped into the water when our guide ask us too, never thought if the water is freezing or not (it wasn't) or if there are any crocodiles or fish or snakes..

Deeply in love with the lush greeneries surrounding us when we were on the river...世外桃源 is the best word to describe the majestic sight.
How i wish the river doesn't have an end so that i can sit in the raft and let the water take me down the river forever as i wish...
On the river bank, there were 2 tree houses, used as chalet. The tree houses looked so beautiful from the outside. Simple, wooden, on the tree top. I bet the view of the scenery from inside the house will be awesomely awesome.
I always wanted a tree house since young. Liked it so much after reading ''Peter and Jane'' by Ladybird. Shall i say it is my dream house?

Actually, not much of rafting (paddling) did we do. Half of the time we stopped and the guide will show us some birds or plants. He was the one who controlled the direction of the raft and whatever we did was directed by him.
"FORWARD" and we will go paddle forward.
We went through about 9 rapids. It was fun (only at that moment, as i don't quite remember how it felt anymore). I was expecting some huge waterfalls where the whole raft will fall from a height n water will splash, like going on the Genting Highlands Sungai Rejang Splash.
But it wasn't exactly like this. No waterfalls. (Imagined too much). The waters were not as wild as how the signboard described it to be. We did 'rushed' down the slopes of water and got bounced up and down by the waves.
Apart from that, all the rapids were almost the same except for the last one where we did 'surfing'.
We paddled upstream to get our raft stuck in the pit, where the strong current of water splashed onto and over us. We had to cling on very strongly to the rope beside the raft. Or else will get chucked out.
As i was wearing my contact lens, the guide told me to closed my eyes tight so that water won't hit my eyes and break the lens. Sad. I couldn't get to see how it was like facing the strong currents. All i did was bend as low as possible and closed my eyes n mouth. But i could feel the raft getting tossed up and down (hoping that it will capsize). Haha!!

Went to see some crocodiles at the river bank after lunch. We had to keep quiet so that we don't scare them away. Or perhaps alert them about the presence of human beings that will make a sumptuous meal.
Then, we started our trekking, which is more like a nature walk.
I wasn't quite interested in those herbal remedies and their therapeutic uses in curing this and that diseases. I was more into torturing my camera n putting him to work..haha..(sorry..i know its labours' day).
I love the sunflowers! Wished i had more time with the sunflowers. I'm going to look out for more sunflower pit!!

I'm not sure what i enjoyed the most. But i guess is just being in The Nature which is enough to make me feel so happy and contented. =D
Looking forward to the next one -- Class Trip to Mahabaleshwar.

Oh, most of my friends are complaining of myalgia in their arms and forearms especially. Surprisingly, i don't have any complaints. Nothing. One friend said probably because i wasn't putting in effort to paddle, that's why the others had to paddle harder and myalgia is the sequelea. (It's bullshit yaar, i did paddle OK..)

- dA c@mP -

juz came back from the Biro Tatanegara Camp..did learn something there..realised that it's time for us to learn what we are supposed to..which are things such as the country's politic, economy and also about the world outside..yeah..had gain new insights through this camp...(lazy to list them out here >.< )

however, we are quite curious about their main motif of sending us to the camp..coz some sentimental racial issues are brought up..not by us but by the fasciliatators themselves..and in certain aspects..their ways of thinking is kinda extreme..hmm...dont wanna talk much bout it here... anyway..i juz hope that the way i see things like this all this while is not wrong..in fact..a lot of us have positive perception on the nation...but we just dont understand why they might have thought we are not.. confusing yet..unexplainable..

k...forget bout this... well..did have some fun at the camp..altho my muscles are still aching after the 2km run at the slopes..it was not bad actually..i know i don hav stamina..haha..but anyway..i completed the run..not the fastest but not the slowest though.. the best part is...i did abseiling...TWICE..haha..it wasn't scarry as i thought it would be..it is so much less thrilling than roller coasters or solero shot..haha...n i did it twice..wanted to try walking down "horizontally" from the 10 metres high-tower like demonstrated by the coach...but they didnt allow me to do so coz i muz at least do the normal sliding down for 10 times before i can "walk" down... we didn't hav the chance to try out flying fox due to the rain and some maintenance work need to be done on the things...

5 days camping + 1 day holiday..back to college tml..gonna be exhausted with the hectic life again...nvm...it's a routine...

^*^ gRe3nErY + $uNL!ghT = nAtUr3 ^*^

yeah~! it's holiday..this might be the last holiday i can enjoy coz after 3rd sem i might need to prepare to fly...INDIA...here i come~!!

well..Botanical Gardens is a place worth going to me..never regret waking up early in the morning to accompany my mom there..at first i was so reluctant..feeling so sleepy n want to hug my darling pillow longer..anyway..i managed to grab my camera n went in the car to continue my sleep..hehe..

wow..it was so cooling n refreshing in the garden..surrounded by green plants n colorful flowers..everything is juz too beautiful..every corner has its own beauty n uniqueness..
the moment i like best is when the sunlight shines through the shades of leaves..leaving shadows on the ground..morning sun is real nice..it is warm..it is gentle..all i could find here is..tranquility...

yeah..now my camera has to wake up to work for me..took lots n lots of photographs..i wonder..will ppl think that this gal is silly..taking picture here n there..as if never seen flowers n leaves before.. (=.=) haha..
photos taken when there is sunlight n when there is not do make big differences..to me..i prefer sunlight..coz the photos will look more lively..n it symbolizes the beginning of a beautiful n energetic day...

next time...i wish to stay all day long in botanical gardens..so that i can see the differences of the plants at different hours..different angle of the shadows when the intensity of sunlight changes...
flowers are beautiful..so do the leaves..n the sunlight..they create the beauty of nature..which is the root of all lives..so..everybody's life is beautiful too.. (*v*)

i want to go around the world..to visit all the beautiful gardens..at different seasons..it can be a small..normal..garden..but im sure it has its own beauty..coz it's part of the Mother Nature...whose beauty will never fade...

bumble bee at work...flying from flower to flower..collecting nectar..look..this pic is a bit dull coz i'v blocked the sunlight when taking this photo...

there's another discovery in the gardens..a silly panda found her favourite bamboo..n wanted to chew up all the leaves..but was caught red handed by the gardener..with this photo as the evidence..panda oh panda..wut a day..