tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23994920579166084382011-11-07T06:07:46.762+08:00Life is but a dreamquasirobothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751221988966934606noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399492057916608438.post-48187763752245933402010-11-11T23:47:00.030+08:002010-11-13T21:17:36.846+08:00

Since M nicknames me Frosch, my homeland Taiwan is naturally a frogland. Haha, sounds like a real habitat.During an online chatting back in May, I invited M to come for a visit. Because winter semester in Germany starts in mid-October, M decided to visit in late September, along with his friend, FD. On the other hand, I was doing a health checkup rotation in September and an ICU rotation in

quasirobothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751221988966934606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399492057916608438.post-86697141532136655922010-03-10T22:51:00.002+08:002010-03-13T17:14:21.670+08:00

Sonnenblume, originally uploaded by quasirobot.Someone gave me this sunflower as a token of our friendship the day I arrived Berlin. I stayed in the city for 4 days. I booked a night train leaving Berlin for Cologne some time past midnight, so I had to carry this flower with me walking around the city after checking out of the guest house. The café near Siegessäule was closed. I sat at one of the

quasirobothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751221988966934606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399492057916608438.post-14545836262146839302010-03-10T22:27:00.002+08:002010-03-13T17:14:40.034+08:00

Running cart, Mercedes Museum, originally uploaded by quasirobot.This pic was taken in the Mercedes Museum Stuttgart last September. I pressed the shutter accidentally while I was still focusing my lens on the cart. But when I checked the picture afterward, this out of focus one appears more vivid and interesting than the other perfectly focused one. Well, it's apparently a bumpy ride, don't you

quasirobothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751221988966934606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399492057916608438.post-68939441331136070162009-10-29T22:56:00.007+08:002009-10-30T00:59:22.582+08:00

I felt a bit gloomy today.One of my patients is a 22-year-old girl who was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia 2 weeks previously. Chemotherapy has been given over the past one week. Now her white cells dropped to a dangerous low. She is really vulnerable for the time being. Yet, apart from nausea, anorexia and other discomforts caused by chemo, she started to experience some emotional

quasirobothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751221988966934606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399492057916608438.post-39178977226958637182009-04-29T23:28:00.026+08:002009-05-03T23:30:41.037+08:00

I went to a butterfly orchid garden in the last Sunday afternoon. There was rain earlier that day. Normally I would rather stay at home in such a crummy weather, but since it's my last weekend in Yilan, it's my last chance to pay the garden a visit.The orchid garden is owned by my patient's son-in-law. I learned this in a chitchat with the patient, who had some lovely potted butterfly orchids in

quasirobothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751221988966934606noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399492057916608438.post-79640100089213655332008-12-29T14:45:00.003+08:002009-03-05T22:58:09.084+08:00

You asked me whether I had breakdowns taking care of cancer patients. You said it would seem to be quite depressing and frustrating at times.Nope, I had not. I haven't been overwhelmed by those negative emotions thus far. Perhaps I was subconsciously resistant to those thoughts or maybe I was too busy working to ponder things over.Dunno. We're all taught to be empathetic toward those who suffer.

quasirobothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751221988966934606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399492057916608438.post-81224479739051643262008-12-29T01:45:00.005+08:002009-01-14T22:47:27.059+08:00

For you I was a flameLove is a losing gameFive story fire as you cameLove is a losing gameOne I wish I never playedOh, what a mess we madeAnd now the final frameLove is a losing gamePlayed out by the bandLove is a losing handMore than I could standLove is a losing handSelf professed profoundTill the chips were downKnow you’re a gambling manLove is a losing handThough I battle blindLove is a fate

quasirobothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751221988966934606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399492057916608438.post-86934438366301100112008-12-24T20:34:00.013+08:002010-08-29T13:24:59.507+08:00

尋夢？ 撐一支長篙 向青草更青處漫溯，滿載一船星輝， 在星輝斑爛裡放歌。The Chinese poem written one century earlier is my first impression about punting in River Cam. Although the scenario was not exactly the same as what he described gracefully in his poem, I still enjoyed the afternoon breeze and sunshine when I lazily dozed off in the boat.We went punting a couple of times throughout the 3 weeks in Cambridge. The River Cam was

quasirobothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751221988966934606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399492057916608438.post-14579221829422844212008-12-13T12:04:00.033+08:002009-03-05T23:10:01.674+08:00

Mr L used to be a high-ranking IC engineer in Silicon Valley. I wouldn''t have gotten to know him if he was not inflicted with lung cancer.He did not smoke and only had minor health problems previously. However, he began to suffer from lower back pain during the summer's peak a couple years ago. Mr L took painkillers and underwent rehab after seeing his family physician. Yet, the pain did not go

quasirobothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751221988966934606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399492057916608438.post-1142235832366429252008-11-30T00:33:00.044+08:002009-03-09T01:20:24.826+08:00

You were run off your feet working. Whenever you stopped to catch your breath and looked out of the window, the weather appeared lovely and charming. You wondered when to go outdoors to embrace the sunshine yourself. Finally, you had a weekend off and determined to leave the hustle and bustle of the city behind. Unfortunately, your weekend off was accompanied by the cold front. The first weekend

quasirobothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751221988966934606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399492057916608438.post-53575885817977923042008-11-22T13:21:00.002+08:002009-01-25T21:47:31.166+08:00

I'm thinking about starting my own blog for a while, but cannot really make up my mind when and how to do this. Working long hours is a perfect excuse to stop me from doing so. Still, it's an excuse. Perhaps it's more out of an inner fear of my poverty of thought and lack of insight to life. I wonder how other bloggers have such an abundance of experiences to share. I'm not a good storyteller

quasirobothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01751221988966934606noreply@blogger.com2