tak menjawab soalan (based on real-life events) part 3

Q = Question asked by me.
A = Answer I get.. or rather did not get.

Sometimes it may be due to hearing (wrongly heard) and sometimes maybe because the questions are not specific enough.

Scenario 1
Q : Aku tak pernah jumpa lah si polan binti polan tu? Orangnya baik tak?
A : Oh, aku selalu jumpa dia. Orangnya ..badan besar-besar.
Q : ..erk.. so baik ke tak baik tu?

Scenario 2
Q : Anak you tengah demam ni, makan minum semua ok?
A : Ok doktor.
Q : Bagus. Jadi tak ada muntah2?
A: Muntah2 ada.
Q : Oh, ada muntah. Jadi minumnya cukup ke tak tu?
A : Minumnya kurang doktor. Makan pun sikit.
Q : Baiklah. Kencing berak semua ok?
A : Ok doktor.
Q : Tak ada cirit birit?
A : Cirit birit start pagi ni doktor.
Q : .... Anak you tak sihat ni dah ada bagi apa2 ubat?
A : Tak ada bagi ubat lagi doktor.
      Kecuali ubat demam.
Q : (doktor pun rasa cam nak demam mak oii)

kesah seorang boss

Alkesah, ada seorang boss.

Di suatu pagi di hujung minggu, di kala boss sedang bercuti, boss terima khabar ada timbul masalah di tempat kerja. Masalah itu bukan masalah baru, kadang2 memang boleh berlaku. Tetapi selain dari itu, boss diberitahu ada juga masalah kedua yang telah timbul, yang berpunca akibat dari kecuaian anak2 buah boss.
Boss naik angin lah.
Boss mulalah membebel. "Aku dah cakap kat diorang ni berkali2, jangan buat begitu, jangan buat begini. Budak2 ni degil juga. Tak mahu dengar cakap aku. Tak percaya cakap aku. Sekarang dah jadi macam ni. Aku jugak kena pergi selesaikan."
Suami boss yang mendengar di rumah itu mengangguk2 saja melihat boss bersiap2.
"Awak bersiap ni nak ke tempat kerjakah?"
"Yelah, saya nak basuh diorang cukup2!" dengus boss penuh marah.


Selesai bersiap, boss seperti biasa mencium tangan suaminya sebelum keluar. Kemudian dia singgah di bilik mak mertuanya yang kebetulan datang melawat dari kampung. Niat nak beritahu mak, dia terpaksa keluar bekerja pula.
Boss selalu mengingatkan suaminya, orang boleh kata suami itu "boss" kepada isteri, (atau isteri itu boss kepada suami - sukahatilah) tetapi mak tetap big boss kepada kedua2nya.

Tiba di bilik, dilihatnya mak sedang bersolat. Masa itu pukul 10 pagi.
Mula2 boss pelik, tapi terus teringat. Oh, mak solat dhuha.
Tiba2 boss insaf.
Baik boss ambil wudhu dan solat dhuha dulu. Sudahlah pada waktu hari2 bekerja boss memang jarang dapat solat dhuha.

Selepas solat, hati boss automatik tenang.
Boss tukar niat. Baik dia pergi kerja untuk cuba selesaikan masalah yang timbul itu dulu. Kemudian baru dia akan tegur dan tangani isu kecuaian anak buahnya itu. Boss tanam azam akan cuba tangani dengan berhemah dan profesional, tapi tetap tegas. Marah2 sahaja tak ada gunanya. Jiwa boss juga yang bertambah stress.

Boss bersyukur sebelum keluar bekerja dia sempat diingatkan bahawa walaupun dia seorang boss, ada yang lagi boss dari boss2 dan big boss.
Dialah the Almighty Boss, dan kepadaNya lah kita berharap, kepadaNya lah kita berserah.

tak menjawab soalan (based on real-life events part 2)

More ward round scenarios.

Scene 1
HO    : This baby is the one with the hypokalemia.
Pakar : What is the latest serum potassium level?
HO    : Err.. (flips the pages of the patient's file)..there is a half gram potassium in the drip, Doctor.
Pakar :  ?? (What'd I ask?)

Scene 2
Pakar  : (on the phone) Hello, can you tell me how many empty beds we have in the ward today?
HO      : Hello Doctor, yes lemme see..err..there are 26 patients right now in the ward, Doctor.
Pakar   : ?? (What'd I ask?)

Scene 3
Pakar   : How old is the baby today?
HO       : Err...He was born on 23rd Feb, Doctor.
Pakar    : ?? (What'd I ask?)

gosh i'm old..and fat..and old(based on real-life events part 1)

Okay, I've posted these scenarios before in facebook in a visual comic formal.
Just reposting them here mainly to keep this blog "alive", but also to practice translating them into writing.
HO = house officer/junior doctor
Pakar = specialist (in these scenarios all me)

Scene 1
HO                             : Mother is geriatric, this is her 10th baby..
Pakar                         :Geriatric?? How old is the mother?
HO (who is 25yo)     : 40yo, Doctor
Pakar (43yo, no kids): *cry*

Scene 2
HO    : Mother is obese..
Pakar: Obese? How big is the mother??
HO    : Well she's about your size, Doctor.
Pakar : *%^&**$#!*

Scene 3
HO   : We sent FBC, LFT, RFT, CRP, ABF, IEM, TORCHs, xray, urine..
Pakar: So many investigations!! Who ordered them?!
HO   : You did, Doctor.
Pakar: Oh, did I? *blush*

this is emie. she's a doctor.

there are different ways we get introduced to people.

it almost always start with your name, followed by maybe a little bit more information about you.

like, this is emie. she was my friend in college.

or she was my neighbour.

or she works in JB now.

or she's so and so's daughter/sister/cousin etc.

you get the picture.

a small polite conversation then usually follows this introduction.

but what happens after you get introduced to people and they mention your occupation instead?

like, this is emie, she's a doctor.

well, when you get introduced as a doctor, most times you get these raised, often questionable eyebrows first as a response.

at least i do. as if to say, really? she doesnt look like a doctor. 

or really? i thought she's a teacher (refer to another previous blog entry. this i take as flattery) .

or she sure isnt dressed like one. (this will make my aruah mama go i told you so. she told me so soooo many times).
or really? she's too cute to be a doctor. (okay, i made that one up).

then other questions usually follow. 

if you're a doctor, some people may ask you where you work, which hospital, is it a busy/nice place, even maybe which medical school you went to etc.

or some people will just straight up ask you a medical question, more often than not, pertaining to their own health or worries about a certain ailment that they have, rather than a general question like, how about that zika,huh?

itu okay lagi. you still try your best to answer their questions.

but it's a little awkward when this is at a funeral, or you're visiting someone ill at the hospital, and you get introduced to the person's relatives who are also visiting, like what happened to me recently. a friend's close one was critically ill and admitted to the icu, so i went to visit. the atmosphere was sombre, the person was on a ventilator, with tubes and wires running to and from his body, the machines were beeping. there was another relative there so i was introduced by my friend as emie, old friend. she's a doctor. the relative then proceeded to asking me what i initially thought was going to be with regards of the ill person that we were visiting. understandably. may be she's hoping i could help explain certain things further.

but no. she actually went on to tell me about how she was also hospitalized in the same hospital a few times already for multiple surgeries, the last one on her uterus, just last year. i just listened politely and nodded a few times, i see, i see.

she then went on to tell me she is still having some symptoms which she wasn’t sure if it was related to the surgery or the underlying condition that she had, or whether there is a new diagnosis or if it was all part of the aging process, and asked if i knew what they were.

errrrrrrkk…

so i said, well i'm not a gynae so maybe you can ask your gynae next time you see him/her. i looked over at my friend and saw that HE looked real apologetic.

seriously.

that's not the worst scenario though.

imagine a kenduri kawin. you are really hungry, and boy does that nasi minyak look yummy & inviting, let's quickly find a seat. a relative sees you and calls you to sit near him/her. you gladly walk over, that plate of warm nasi minyak + rendang daging + ayam masak merah also calling you to quickly grab a seat so you can quickly eat (hey that rhymes!)

another introduction of ini emie, anak so & so, dia doktor kanak-kanak by the relative to a pakcik you dont know and his family.

this pakcik you were introduced to then briefly looks at you, washes his hands (he was eating) and lifts up his shirt to show you that rash/mole/growth/something-that-looks-like-a-map-of-somewhere on his belly/chest/armpit (!), and asks you if you know what it was, he's had it for awhile now, so can it be cancer?

the nasi minyak suddenly turns cold and no longer look appetizing.

ini ada satu cerita..

once upon a time, there's this girl, err..let's call her rana.
rana works as a..umm...professional..err.. something-lah, doesnt really matter what, let's just say, she's a working professional. when she's not working, she hangs out with her friends, she drives around in her little fiat, she travels whenever she can, and she is for most of the time, fairly happy.
of course, people dont think that rana's happy because, well, rana is single, so how can she be?! she is unmarried, and for the most part of the past year, she has been unattached. she is not seeing anyone special, not even a shrink, so, yeah, she must be sad and depressed as hell.
norom, is one of the many people who thinks this of rana. so norom sets out to find rana a man. she told rana all about her friend, lucky. apparently lucky is a nice man, tall, dark and handsome. he owns a business, which was doing quite well. she told rana that she thinks rana and lucky will definitely make a lovely couple. so rana agreed to meet and get to know this lucky guy. true enough, he seemed nice (rana didnt wanna comment about the "tall, dark, handsome" part when i asked her about that), they mostly talked on the phone, but met only once, due to lucky's busy work schedule.
then one day, about 2 months after she introduced the two, norom pulled rana aside and giddily asked rana about her and lucky. so rana told her that things are going well, and yes, he seems like a nice guy.
norom then asked: so do you like him?
rana: (laughing) well, if i dont, then i wouldnt layan him on the phone until now lah!
norom: dia dah ajak kawin tak?
rana: weh.. no-lah! we're just starting to get to know each other!
norom: ehhh.. kan dah 2 bulan dah, takkan tak cukup kenal kot? kata selalu borak telefon?
rana: no-lah.. we're still friends only la..
norom: hmm..oklah. but you do like him dont you?
rana: (malu2) oklah..*smiles*
norom: oh.. good! i'm so glad. coz i was worried you know, that you would reject him,what with him still being married and all...
rana: *turned to stone for what felt like, an hour maybe, and just stared in disbelief at norom*
in her mind, the question she wanted to scream out to norom at the time was: holysh*tcr*p!!WTF??$$*^%#youthinking>>>;?::#*&F**sh**crazy??!!!.

but somehow, she recovered from her near-seizure, and tried as calmly as she could to ask instead: yeah. about that. why did you introduce us again? coz, you know, knowing he's married and all that.
and norom, being the moron that she is, said: well, he's not happy lah in his marriage. his wife doesnt treat him well, she really doesnt deserve him. he needs somebody that can make him happy. somebody like you, rana!
rana: ...............

-the end-

ps: should we laugh? or cry?

why am i not a teacher when i really look like one, and why am i still not married

my friend lote came down to melaka over the weekend and made me go with her to a career talk at our old school. i had to sacrifice my saturday morning sleep-in for that (lote, u owe me beb!;))
we did this last year, but we were really2 late then so we didnt get to participate much.
this year, well, we were late again.. but they changed the format a bit this year, so we managed to sneak in later and sorta "contribute" and shared our experiences with the kids.
i guess the whole objective of the program, organized by the school alumni, is to help the kids from the graduating class decide on their future career paths and motivate them towards reaching the goals by excelling in their exams (spm) first.

so lote and me joined the "medicine" room, where the ex-students who have now become doctors, talk about the hows, whats and whys of being a doctor. like i said, we were late, so it was already towards the end of the 1st session, and no one knew who we were, which was fine by me, but imagine our surprise when one of the speakers said something and then turned directly to us and asked "right, cikgu?".
lote and me just looked at each other, and turned back at the speaker, sheepishly said "err..bukan.." and just sank into our seats.
this aint the 1st time people mistook us as teachers.. people seem to think we are, no matter where we are or what we do (by we, i mean me, lote and few of my other female doctor friends).. be it buying groceries, buying cake, having a facial, having a haircut, trying on shoes, EVEN when we're actually IN the hospital, and this happened to another friend,mawar, when she was explaining to a patient about a certain procedure in order to get the consent, the patient still referred to her as "cikgu"!!
there were exceptions of course, like when people mistake us for college students instead, or in my case, "so when are you taking your spm?", but then i guess i should be flattered huh?
seems like we're never able to get that "doctor-look" right.
;)

back to the sessions,  we did get to introduce ourselves properly in the 2nd session, and talk to them about what the real hu-hah is about doctors (i was pretty sure we actually scared them off doing medicine than anything..heh).
a funny thing happened when i was introducing myself. as i was telling them i'm a medical officer, not yet a specialist, one of the girls asked "how old are you?".
so i answered "34" , and i could immediately hear one or two gasps from the audience.
then someone else asked "are you married?"
and when i answered "no", there was a much louder synchronous gasp from all of them!

i did all i could to compose myself (lote was taken aback by their reaction too, and almost fell out of her chair!) and then found myself actually explaining "err..it's got nuthin to do with becoming a doctor you know, it's just a matter of personal choice.."
and although i could see a few heads nodding, i'm not too sure they looked too convinced. o well..

later in the afternoon, they had a motivational talk, then a brief photo session, and lote and me left after that to watch a movie (fast & furious) where i fell heads over heels all over again for vin diesel.

"they will sumpah you in the kandang"

i had to give a statement in court the other day for an abuse case i handled years ago.
somebody gave me advice on what to expect when i'm in court, "they will bring you into the kandang, and then they will sumpah you.. after they sumpah you, then you sit, and they will start asking you questions.."
those are her exact words.
what she was trying to tell me is that they will bring me onto the witness chair and ask me to angkat sumpah ..
hehe.

anyway, so here's what happened. it was the first time i ever went to court for anything. i was kinda nervous. in the witness room, i saw the patient's mother, who gave me this advice, "doc, you better say your prayers.. these people sometimes play dirty, and they might voodoo you, you know. that's what happened to me last time, after the lawyer asked me the questions, i suddenly got stomach cramps, i had palpitations, and i just stuttered.. they had to postpone the trials last time! you be careful up there doc!"
umm.. right, the symptoms she described could easily be attributed to nerves, but i didnt tell her that and just nodded my head.

after a 2-hour wait, i was finally called in.
the "angkat sumpah" part went well.
then before i sat down, this lady sitting in front of the judge (the sign on her desk said she's the translator) asked me to say my name outloud.
so i did.
then they asked me to state my age outloud.
so i did.
and to my surprise, she actually repeated the number again, in a much louder voice.
umm..why is that? i had to prevent myself from smirking.
then, she asked me to state my current home address.
i was again, surprised, but did as told. the judge and lawyers copied evrything down in writing, and the judge even made me repeat the address.
umm.. ok.. i know the alleged perpetrator was in the courtroom, and although i was called in as an "expert witness", my statements would actually be working "against" him, and voodoo/black magic aside, isnt giving out my full residing address to the room "risky"? i wonder if they ask all witness in all cases to do this...
like i said..this is only my first experience in court. hopefully it's the last.

another interesting observation in there was that, there was no transcriber/stenographer available. therefore, whenever i said anything, the judge and lawyers all got busy jotting down my words.. there were no eye contacts at all at the time, and i was reminded to speak slowly cuz "we have to write down what you say". so i did, pausing once in awhile till one of them looked up to me to ask me to continue.
even the lawyer who was asking me the questions, would immediately look down again and feverishly wrote all my answers, while he/she was still standing!
it was so unlike on tv!
i felt like putting up my hand and ask "isnt there supposed to be a transcriber-person-with-the-tiny-typewriter that can help you take down everything?"

i felt soo "jakun" with everything that i was no longer nervous, and by the time we were halfway done, i was already, surprisingly, bored!
i caught myself looking at my watch and rolling my eyes once, and then realized "shoot..what if they have a cctv in here and saw me doing that?"

anyway, about 40 mins later i was released from the kandang.
hopefully that was the last time i ever have to enter such "kandangs" ;)
i dont know if my statements were actually of any help at all, or whether the case is finally closed or whether the victim (my patient) won. i also dont know for sure whether the alleged perpetrator in the case was really guilty, there is no way i can be 100% sure, unless i was actually at the scene of the crime when it happened. the only thing that was evident to me was that the girl was obviously emotionally affected, and at the time, there was medical evidence suggestive of a rape. i have no idea if the lawyers or police had any other evidence.
i can only pray for justice to be served.
and glad that i'm not a lawyer.

wonderpets

that's jack, the turtle that's been with me for 5 years now (wow), and little bit, the hamster i'm sitting for while his owner's out of town for the week. i realize that all i need is a duck, and i'll have my own version of wonderpets at home.

the mutt

there was this dog that suddenly claimed our front porch as his home, and for some reason thought that my housemates and i are his owners. (i think it's a he... didnt actually check to confirm)
for 3 days, the dog greeted us when we opened the front door in the morning, and chased our cars as we drove off to work, then greeted us when we arrived home in the evenings, wagging his tail happily. he bowed his head down when i told him ''no", turned his belly up expecting us to rub it, chewed up all the junk mail and made our porch even messier than it usually is!
we're quite sure he belonged to someone because he seemed really 'manja'. we're not sure how long he has been lost, but he was really really dirty.
cute. but dirty.

we couldnt make him leave our porch and stop acting & thinking like we're his owners. so a colleague at the hospital took him from our hands and helped us find him a home. i couldnt bear to see him off even though i know that's the best thing for him and us, so i didnt stick around when our friend came to pick him.
later that night, my housemates and i talked about him, and all quietly admitted we miss the mutt.
hopefully he's happy wherever he ends up to be.

parties, reunions & celebrations

lemme see if i can remember all the events that occured in december

1st there was the daycare party.. the one my dept throw every year mainly for our chronic patients receiving treatments at our daycare. last year we started with the theme thing (space adventure)..this year it's "animal kingdom". it went well.. the kids (and i think the adults too) had fun, and that's the most important thing.

then there was the reunion ..a real small one, 6 of us, 2 of whom i havent seen for 10 years, met up for dinner at midvalley. there was a great deal of catching up done! got to know them when we were all studying in nova scotia, canada . we agreed that it'd be great if we could all go back to canada again, just for a visit.
*sigh*

there was another reunion later, on xmas day in fact.. me, lote & june, old friends from my mrsm terendak days. lote and me will see june once a year when she comes back to melaka (from sarawak) during the long school hols (june's a teacher). this year she made mee bandung for us.. (well her mom did of course!) and "sold" us some brooches and a few other "expensive" stuff ..hehe (inside joke).

jody, my good friend, got engaged to her man.
mawar, my housemate, got married to hers.
congrats peeps!!

and then it was "happy new year- 2009!!"
which means i turn 34..
but then who's celebrating that ;)

old postings recycled

so my myspace account got tampered with and now condemned. they said i could renew it but i've actually sorta abandoned it anyway, so i didnt bother. but i had a few blog entries in there that i liked and sayang pulak if they just got lost like that. and since i cant blog much these days, guess i'll just re-post them entries here. these were written circa 2003-2005 , so all events "basi" already.
i realize too that i was way bitchier back then (hehe..) and used a lot more profanities. i've repented ok..ehem.
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dont tell the world?..my ass!!

I had this friend (note the past tense) who's married to this idiotic moron aka moronic idiot who's simply a creep whom I've never put a liking to ever since we first met. And before they got married I did try and put some sense into my friend so she'd wake up and realize what a jerk this guy was. But love is so damn blind deaf dumb and numb (the jackass did hit her!), my words meant nothing to her, and she married the dumb brute.
I continued being friends with her for a while.. and to keep in touch, had to do it through the shitface husband.. cuz they shared handphones. Until one fine day, after she delivered their 2nd kid.. he confessed that he has always been in love with me (I puke evrytime I had to relive this) and that on the day of their wedding, which I attended for the sake of my friend-the bride, he had wished that he was actually marrying the both of us!(yes..double barf!!)

So I told him off lotsa times, and when he still wouldnt stop harrassing me till I was almost buleimic.. I told the wife. And apparently she already knew!!! He had told her! She made the husband apologize to me and we didnt contact each other for a while. Then .. the psycho was back at it again. I just ignored him. Even changed my number, but since we share the same group of friends (and I felt sorry for the wife at the time I didnt tell anyone who also knew them), and the wife seemed totally ok with contacting me again, we continued to occasionally chat on the phone. By then she already had her own phone , but at times called me up on the husband's phone, so he got my number too. Thing is .. she seemed to have really forgiven his sorry ass, and even invites me to their house and stuff. As if nuthin happened! I find that really weird. I declined evrytime 'course and never call her anymore.
The dumbass husband in the meantime, continues to sms me. I never replied. He would ask me out, tell me he's over me so can we be friends again and meet?, even wanna matchmake me with his friend so I would come over to his house and meet the guy (as if!), then scolds me for denying his rights to have a 2nd wife (hello?what about my right to deny a creepy-mangkuk hayun-lunatic as a husband?shheesh), told me he wants me as an idol for his kids, told me to call him "abang" (vomit right here!!), told me his father died, told me his kids (they have 3 or 4 now)were sick in the hospital, etc etc..just to get me to reply. Oh.. and had the nerve to tell me not to tell anyone who knows him about all this cuz "bad image la for me"-->his lousy words. To all which I ignored (and I've told almost evryone).

3-4 days ago, after spending 2 hrs at a restaurant hoping I would actually showup and dine with him(he actually came down to melaka..told u he's psycho)..I was actually in KL for my exam but 'course the loser didnt know this.. he called me up and I didnt answer.. he sms me to tell me he loves my "soft sweet voice" he heard on the voicemail ..to which I wanted to puke blood to but instead got so damn mad that I sms him back: U stupid pathetic piece of shit.. if u continue to contact me again, I'll tell your wife again I swear. I dont even consider both of u my friends anymore so I have nuthin to lose. Get the hell out of my life!

Too nice?
So far it worked.He hadnt sms me for 3 whole days now. His atropic brain probably got the message then.
I tell ya.. there ARE such sickos in this world.

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pissed!!

So I went to get groceries today with some friends, and we saw something unbelievable.
There was this woman, crouched in between two cars parked in a row right in front of the row I was parking.. and she had this boy with her...who looked to be around 3-4 yrs old.. and she was making him pee right there in between the cars!!
That's just not right.
I mean.. what was this woman thinking?
What was she teaching this kid? It's ok for a boy to piss anywhere..as long as they're outdoors? I mean.. it wasnt like we were on a grass field... she made him pee right there on the cement floor!!
Argh.. and I didnt get to tell her she shouldnt have done what she did. I had just parked my car at the time and this was at an underground carpark at a store that's really not doing well that they couldnt afford airconditioning and apparently lighting for the carpark as well.. and so we had to wait awhile for our eyes to accomodate to the dark too. By the time we realized what just happened, the woman had long zipped up the boy and gone. All that was left was the pool of fresh urine.

At least she didnt make him lift his leg up and aim for the tyre.

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Wicked Witch of the near South

So.. somebody told me some time ago that I'm really "wickedly funny". I just met the girl that day.. she's a friend of a friend's friend (oh yeah, we're THAT close). I remembered saying something funny....or I believe it was funny cuz evryone..my friend, his friend, and his friend's friend, were all laughing. So this joking around and laughing went on awhile, and I thought evryone was having a good time.. until it was time for my friend's friend to leave with his friend.. my friend's friend's friend said it, not directly to me, but to my friend.."hey, your friend ni is really wickedly funny." And she was stressing on the word "wickedly" too.
So..um, I'm not sure now.. is that a compliment? Or the opposite? Am I funny in a wicked way, or wicked in a funny way? Cuz..well, the joking around that we did (mainly led by moi) was mostly directed to my friend, teasing him about his latest girlfriend. I know my friend didnt mind at all, cuz we do this to each other all the time. But what about the other two? Were they just politely laughing hysterically (can that be done?)..and secretly feeling sorry for my friend? Or were they just absolutely amused and enjoying the really funny things that I said?
So.. am I wicked in a funny way, like Lord Fuckwaad in Shrek (I know that's not how u spell the villain's name, but I'm not sure how it's actually spelled) or funny in a wicked way...like those remarks/praises the critics give when they rave about some new bestseller fiction just out in the market? Is one better than the other?
Huh.. maybe not. So why do I care then?
O well. I don't remember now.
Do not confuse others as thou hath confused thyself. heheh.

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que sera sera

I dont usually.. but right fuckin' now, I wish I'm someone else..

I wish I don't have to study for this exam..
I wish I'm a genius, so I dont have to study for ANY exams, and still pass..
I wish I got tons of money so I dont even have to work, and so I dont even have to sit for this exam..
I wish I'm elsewhere in this world, travelling and havin' a blastin good time..
I wish I'm talented..
I wish I could lose some of this baggage and fit into my ol kebaya again....
I wish I'M the one married to that ugly-fat-chainsmokin-but extremelyfunny guy that I've been flirting with earlier this year (well we were flirting with each other!), and thought was makin good progress,only to findout later he was getting married.. like a month before his wedding! Gah!
I wish I wish I wish..

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sad sad story A 2 yr-old boy, ate mi goreng, found that it was too pedas, went to look for water, found "water" in a cup, drank it... and the poor, poor, unfortunate little fella.. didnt know it was actually KEROSENE in that cup. Mom saw but it was too late, child already drank the whole cup (the mi was obviusly really2 pedas, for him at least). Mom made the child vomit (which is a big NO-NO! But she didnt know), and rushed him to the hospital. But too late, child already aspirated.. he was admitted to the ICU, and died a week later. Grandpa couldnt accept the fact, passed out right there on ICU when told that his grandchild is gone. And to add more misery to it all, some stoopid mo-fucker actually stole the parents' car tyres (all 4 of them!) at the hospital parking lot, just a day before their child's death. Kesian sungguh. Another sad story.. a 2 yr old boy, was with parents on a motorbike, mom was pregnant, both parents had helmets on, of course, but not the boy. The whole family unfortunately got into an accident.. dad walked away with few minor scratches, mom had a broken arm, baby in womb was ok, but little boy had severe head injury, died few days later. It's so frustrating when u hear of stories like these. Deaths are inevitable, it's part of life. If God says it's time for u to go, then off u go. But accidents are preventable, we should try harder. Especially when we have sweet innocent little ones who really depend on us adults to look after them, to make sure that they're safe and happy. *sigh*

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Crap!..and a whole load of garbage..

Literally!!

It all started more than 2 months ago. I spilled my miniature bottle of Burberry Touch in my gym bag and so all my clothes that was in there got parfum all over. Which is fine, no one's complaining, not to my face anyway, and so it was fine.

Then, a week later, I realize, that I keep bumping into the garbage pakcik at my work place evrytime he's pushing the huge garbage tong. And walking behind him is plain nitemare, what with the smell of the fresh garbage coming out from the tong and all. At first I thought it was merely coincident, but then I realize that I'm bumping into him at different times each day. And it's not the same pakcik evrytime either, just any one of the garbage man pushing the tong, be it the regular green tongs, or the toxic yellow ones. I even bump into them at midnite, if I happen to be working then. They sometimes even cross in front of my car as I'm leaving/entering the carpark!

Then I thought.. ok.. mebbe it's just at the workplace.
But then.. I even bump into them when I'm not working, like at the shopping malls. Friends who were told about this at first would take it lightly, laughing at me, till they witnessed it themselves! One time, a friend and I were waiting for another friend outside a surau, and a huge green garbage tong was wheeled right in front of us! Then, on the sameday itself, we were trying out shoes in one of the shops in the same mall, another green garbage tong was wheeled and actually stopped right in front of the shop that we were in! My friends just couldn't believe their eyes.
Another time, I was hanging out with a few people at a sidewalk cafe, and this was way past midnite already, and the street was quiet except for a few cars/motorbikes buzzin thru once a while, and suddenly a huge garbage truck passed by!

It seems that, anywhere I go, anytime of the day, it will happen, this bumping-into-garbage tongs/trucks episodes.. on a daily basis..without fail! I dont look out for them at all, I usually dont even remember, until I actually bump into them.
On a daily basis! For the past 2 months! oh.. except for ONE Sunday, when I wasn't well, and decided to stay home all day, not one foot out the house. Only then did I not see any of them garbage tongs/trucks. And that was the ONLY day so far that was garbage-free for me. In 2 months!

So now it has become so obvious that my friends started to make up some sort of horoscopic/astrologic reasons/predictions as to why this is happening to me. Like.."nak murah rezeki kot".. "nak kawin ngan garbage man kot" .. "u smell too damn nice that u need a daily dose of foul smell to neutralize evrything kot" (whaa..?).. etc.etc.

I started off with the spilled perfume bit there, not that it has anything to do with this, mebbe..but .. o well, whatever..

It's still funny, but somewhat weird too I think. Why cant I bump into nicer things tho, like a nice fancy car, or a nice (smelling) hunky man? Cet!

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it's just melanin!

eg 1) TV ad about a whitening product:
There's this dark-skinned girl, who for this reason wasnt noticed by this guy before when both of them were attending the same college. Girl then used the whitening product, became "white" and guy immediately notices her now that she's "white", she's like oh-so-beautiful-I-got-to-ask-her-out-for-a-movie-even-tho-I've-seen-the-movie.
Girl then gets excited when guy asks her out for a movie, which she has also seen before, but so what.
They went for the movie, and fall in love, and end up together.

eg 2) A "healthy" conversation with an ex some time ago. I think we were talking about vitamins, cant remember how it later turned into facial care:
Jrk: So, u dont use a lot of make-up do u?
Me: Nope.
Jrk: Wash your face?
Me: (huh?) 'course.
Jrk: What type of soap dya use?
Me: (HUH?) U mean like the brand?
Jrk: Yeah.
Me: Why?
Jrk: Saja nak tau..I wanna know all about u (wide charming smile ON)
Me: (rolling eyes, named the brand I was using at the time)
Jrk: What about mosturizers?
Me: (holy crap-oly, is this guy for real?)Yes actually and I use **(whatever brand it was I was using at the time)
Jrk: Oh, is it one of those whitening cream stuff..?
Me: O-no, biasa je..
Jrk: Hmm.. mebbe u should try one of those. I think it works quite well.. My sis uses ***(brand) and now her skin's really cantik, dah putih. It might help with those pores too.
Me: (mouth opened in disbelief. He didnt notice cuz we were in the car and he was driving)
I should've told him to buff up his scrawny ass! See how he feels about that.
We broke up in the end, but it wasnt because of my skin. I think.Heh.

It's so interesting that over in the west, they make tanning products and bronzing creams like there's no tomorrow, while over here, women (and maybe men too) go crazy over whitening products. I mean, good facial care IS important (I DO wish my pores are smaller and I never get breakouts) but why the obsession with skin color?
I know people have discussed the un-fair-ness of this issue before. People are just never happy with whatever we already have, and always want something more, something less, or something else.

Nowadays the TV ad I mentioned above keeps coming on, romantic lines and all, it's driving me up the wall. Gag.

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i dream of Genie....

Say u were walking on the beach..
Say suddenly u tripped over something and fell... (this may be familiar to some people..hehe..)
Say u looked at the thing u tripped over n found that it's an old broken lamp...
Knowin' the drill.. u rubbed the lamp..
and "poof!", there's the genie u were hoping would poof out of the lamp.. (whether it turns out to be a big, blue, bloated genie, or sexy blonde genie in a bikini, I leave it to ur imagination)
The genie says "U may have 3 wishes...blablabla..."

What would u wish for?

My wish list:
1) To be able to speak and understand many different languages other than Malay n English (ie:Arabic, Japanese, Mandarin/Cantonese, Tamil/Hindi, French, Spanish, German, Tolkien's Elvish)

2) To be able to play several musical instruments (drum, guitar, piano, violin)

3) Have better hair and skin, weigh 7kg less, and stand 4cm taller

hiyaa.. I know.. I know... What about world peace? See, what I'll do is, I'll put the lamp back into the sand, send a beauty queen-with-brains-who-already-has- evrything-she-needn't-wish-for-anything-else, to stumble over the lamp, and SHE wishes for world peace

I guess my wishes are valid only if the genie would consider one sentence as one wish.

to lis with love..

i was going for my facial last week when i felt maybe i should send lis, my car, for a wash. it seemed like a good idea since 1) i was gonna be at the facial a good one and a half hours 2) the carwash is right at the mall carpark so i could just leave it there and not worry about finding a parking space 3) lis hasnt had a good wash for.. umm.. more than a year now (yikes, i know) 4) the recent couple of encounters i had with ..um.. baby roaches in the car is a strong indication how dirty lis is..

so, i sent her there, and just before i got out i thought maybe i should just throw the pieces of paper all over the floor over at the side passenger seat. and lo and behold, i found the gold ring i just bought and lost (on the same day) about 2 weeks ago! yay! another indication that i've made the right decision to wash her.
now when i talked to the guy at the carwash, i asked if a polish and a wax are still possible for the car, seeing as it hadnt been washed for a long time. he asked how long and i told him, and when he raised his brows, i quickly added "yeah, i lent the car to somebody else and he obviously doesnt care for it at all!". heeee...i was too ashamed to admit my own negligence.

when i went to pick lis back after the facial, i was really happy to see her gleaming shiny body, till the guy pointed to me that the paint on the top of the car was already damaged that the first spray of water from the hose ripped a few spots right off it! that really made me feel guilty.. especially when the guy said " you should get the guy to pay you for a new paint", referring to the imaginary borrower i made up earlier.

so yeah, i'm sorry lis, i plan to repaint you soon and vow never to neglect you again, and take good care of you..

is this my anak? lemme see...

this is also an overdue entry of mine, but it happens from time to time.

there i was doing rounds in the ward, i see a kid, i thought the kid might look a bit dry, with what looks like sunken eyes, so i ask the mom just to be sure..
me: puan, is this your anak here?
the mom: yes, this is my son..
me: are his eyes usually like this?
the mom: huh? what dya mean?
me: well to me they look a bit sunken, but what do you think? are his eyes normally like this?
the mom: hmm.. (looking at her kid).. i'm not sure-lah doctor..
me: okay, do you think your kid look different to you? or macam biasa je ?
the mom: um..entahla doctor, i'm not sure..
me: okay (losing some patience).. siapa jaga anak you ye? do you see your kid everyday?
the mom: not really la doc, i work see, so morning when i leave for work, he's not yet awake, evening when i comeback, he's either asleep or playing in his room..
me: (being kepoh-chi) oh.. dont you feed/play with him in the evenings?
the mom: no.. i have a maid..
me: (still being kepoh-chi) weekends?
the mom: oh yea-lah sometimes weekends, but he prefers to be with the maid, cuz he's used to having her around him everyday kan.. and myself, i only have the weekends to rest cuz i'm usually very busy with work the rest of the week.
me: o-kay (losing some more patience) .. maybe i should talk to your maid then huh?
the mom: oh yeah.. (obviously not getting it).. do you want me to get her then doc?

sheessh..
well obviously the majority of parents are the total opposites of the one i'm describing above. most are able to notice even a tiny red dot"..that was never there before" appearing somewhere on their kid's body and will demand to know what and why is the dot there.

i remember the years when my mom was working overseas, and we only see our parents like once a year or sometimes less frequent than that..and this one year that i went to visit them, i just had my ears pierced-for a 3rd time- and i thought my dad will never notice, cuz he never said anything the year before when i had them pierced the 2nd time, and cuz i thought he never notices these things anyway.. .. then that first night i arrived and we were having dinner, suddenly he said "so, last year 2, this year 3.. you plan to add one every year are you?" referring to the piercings. i was surprised that he actually noticed, but even more surprised that i actually loved the fact that he did!

on with the hospital scenario-cont'd (1-2 days later)..
me: okay.. your kid can be discharged today..
the mom: oh alright.. can i have an MC then doctor?
me: for your kid?
the mom: no-lah doc.. he's in kindergarten only, they dont care. for me-lah.
me: (straightfaced) but then you're not sick..

long story shortened, the mom wasnt sick of course.. so i explained to her that as a matter of fact we dont giveout MCs, not even to our paediatrics patients. they and the caregivers (in this case it was actually the maid that was taking care of the kid in the hospital half the time anyway!) get a memo/letter that states that the kid has been in the hospital.

moral of the story?
i need to stop being a kepoh-chi..

a friend's belated bday

east's bday was actually yesterday, but mawa had to work, so we postponed the celebration by a day. after quickly breaking fast at home, we headed to zen.. erm.. yeah, instead of terawikh.. but um, it's considered for a good cause aint it? celebrating a friend? hee..
well anyway, so we went to zen, and mawa somehow managed to discreetly order the cake, and when the waitress came to the table to take our order, and seeing that east was looking at the cake section in the menu, i quickly said "oh, too bad the cake's all gone". and the cool waitress totally got it right away and played along when east asked again to confirm. she even said that all the cakes in the glass case have been reserved. mawa and me then quickly ordered our main meal before east could suggest changing venues. later when the cake made its appearance , she was indeed surprised! yay!

a lovely weekend..lovely lovely

friday nite-caught the beijing olympics opening live. a friend at work commented that half of the people in china were probably involved in the huge spectacular event. well, more than half was involved i think, probably leaving just enough for the rest to be the athletes themselves.
and the fireworks! smokin...literally...i wonder if the haze got worse after that? ;)
and twas cool seeing some of the more well-known athletes taking part in the march.. the great fed-ex, rafa (he's so cute when he smiles), kobe bryant, the williams sisters, etc..


saturday-went back to kl for a picnic potluck with a few gals from one of my old schools-mrsm taiping. it was great.. everyone havent changed much. there were the usual issues: work, politics, religion, men, gossips, sex (oh yeah)...but with most already being mothers now, it was interesting when the discussion also included issues like school fees, smart reader schools, and which laundry detergent is the best to get rid of those stubborn stains on your kids' clothes! those of us who are still child-free should have taken notes! (but none of us did, not about the detergent anyway..the sex talk was waaaaaayy more informative ;))

the venue was at the cyberjaya lake, which was nice, not crowded at all, and lots of shady areas. the only problem, which i thought was actually quite major, was the toilet facilities. the one by the car park was dirty and had no water, and the other nearest facility was at the clubhouse, supposedly only accessible to members, but we crashed in anyway. when you had to go, you had to go eh.

saturday nite-went to klia to send another friend off to japan. she's married with 4 kids, and yet is crazy enough to further her studies to get her phd. "kau betul ke tak betul ni yat?"

sunday-went down south to see another old friend, who had her 2nd baby a couple of months ago(he's a handsome baby, and they got him such a cool name!).

the handsome amir ryu a.k.a the dragon prince. move over, knox leon!

the other best part of the trip is of course, the fruits-mainly rambutans and mangosteens. yum yum!



by sunday nite, i was bushed... slept earlier than usual (after catching up the olympics highlights 'course).. but yeah, it was a lovely weekend indeed.

a bug is buggin..

arrghh..
what is it about me that i attract weird psychos into my life?
just when it seems that i've finally gotten rid of one big bug after so many years of trying to get away from him (and his family)...(and not counting the few one-timers who calls me on the phone)..
there's now another one buzzing me evrytime i get online.
i ignored him of course, but didnt delete him right away cuz initally, (ok, i admit it)reading his stalking emails and offline messages sorta amused me in a way that makes me feel relatively normal... that though i've been called "weird" a few times, i'm still not THAT weird (haha..takes one to know one.. yeah i know).. but at least i'm not psychotic.
so yeah, tho it seems that i do attract them (like the bug-glue-thingy in the picture i took few weeks ago when out at dinner).. i really dont do psychos.
malas ah.
penat.

ps: the term psycho that is often used in this blog has the term defined personally by the writer, and only very loosely follows the DSM criteria.

hello, this is stoopid psycho calling...

some people cant stand letting the phone ring again and again without picking it up. i for one, am totally okay with that.. if i really dont feel like picking up a call, i wont. although, having said that, i agree that if you're in public or there are other people around, you should pick up the phone or at least shut it off or disconnect it if you really dont wanna answer the call for whatever reason, just so you dont annoy the people around you (especially if you've got one of them annoying ringing tones going off at maximum volume on your cell).
with caller ids now available on regular phones and cellphones, it's easy to see who's calling ya. the calls that i dont like taking are actually from unrecognized numbers.. most times it's the credit card company, other times it's just a wrong number, and then there are those calls from total (psycho)strangers who happen to get my no from someone.
me: how'd you get my number?
psycho: adalah...
me: tell me lah..
psycho: adalah...orang bagi..
me: who?
psycho: adalah...
me: what do you want?
psycho: saja nak borak..
me: why?
psycho: saja..
me: but i dont know you..
psycho: that's ok... bolehla kita kenal2....
me: ok.. tell me who you are first lah..
psycho: tak payah la tau..
me: huh? habih nak borak apa?
psycho: apa-apalah.. u nak borak apa?
and this is when i usually hang up the phone.
holey-gibbers..dah la psycho, bodoh pulak tu.. i'd rather waste my time doing sth else thanx.

so that's why i usually dont take unrecognized numbers. if they are actually calls from people that i actually know, then they should and usually will text me and lemme know who they are and i'll just call them back, no problem ;)

an incident at the mall

this happened to me a few weeks ago. my friend mawa and me went to the local mall and was on our down the underground parking. there was already a line there cuz it was raining heavily so most people wanted to park underground and not have to get wet getting out of the car.
oh..and this is not a story about another flooded underground parking either ;)

as we were waiting in line, this huge ford ranger truck from nowhere suddenly made its way into the line about 2-3 cars in front of us. mawar and me just shook our heads and grumbled to each other.. esp seeing that it looked like a family in that truck..there was young kid around 4-5 yrs old in there, observing all this probably thinking "o.. this is how u get evrywhere in life.. just cut in infront of evryone else!"

anyway..as we finally came up to the ticketing machine as the car in front of us went pass the entrance bar.. we saw the truck again.. parked just after the entrance bar, and the driver was waiting at the ticket machine.. and before i could brake the car and open my windows.. he pressed the button, and took OUR ticket!.. and went back to his truck!!!
the bar lifted, but of course we couldnt just drive thru cuz we dont have a ticket anymore..and that will cause problems later when we wanna leave..cuz um... we wont have a bloody ticket!
so i called out to the guy, who didnt even bother driving off in his truck right away, he was actually talking on his phone.. and i called out to him again.. "encik.. why did u take my ticket?"..
and he said" somebody took my ticket..so i take yours lah"
so i asked again " but how am i supposed to go in now i dont have a ticket anymore?"
and he just shrugged his shoulders at me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i turned to mawa, who was already feverishly taking down his car number (johor number btw), and then i turned to look at the long line of cars behind me, most of them probably not realizing what was the delay all about.. and i just drove through..and through..
we didnt even park down there.. we went straight up again and parked right at the main entrance (like i said, it was raining crazy heavily, so there were lots of paking spaces up there).. ...we were so angry... i was holding my breath cuz the hugest list of profanities were ready to eascape my mouth (and nose) ... i was that angry..
and we marched straight to the guards "in-charge" of the mall, ready to report the dumb brute.

but an interesting thing happened instead:
mawa and me started telling the guard lady at the counter about what happened.
we even gave her the car regisration number.
she listened and nodded, and started writing down the number.
then she said: so apa perasan adik bila dia buat macam ni?
mawa and me didnt quite expect this, so i asked her again.. cuz i thought i probably didnt hear her (there was also this mini-concert show going on right in the middle of the mall, just behind the counter where we were)
so she said again: apa perasan adik bila orang tu buat macam tu?
i turned to mawa and from her face i guess she heard the question too, so i answered: err... marah lah..
i suddenly had this sudden flash of vision that we were probably caught in some crazy "candid camera" show or sth.. and that the guard lady was gonna say "gotcha!!!!"
but instead she said: ok..so adik marah..maknanye adik faham la ye... perbuatan macam tu adalah satu kesalahan..

and she gave us a new parking ticket so we can get out later okay..

we thanked her quietly and walked away frowning. we just had a "moral education" given to us by that lady..?
realizing that, we both couldnt help laughing.. she probably felt that it was her responsibilty to teach us "youngins" about some good moral values. she didnt look that much older than us actually..but WE probably looked a lot younger.. haha.. that made us felt much better..
but in our hearts we still cursed that stupid jerk and his stupid ford ranger.

polis story 2

remember that thing that ticked me off about the police 2 years back when our house was broken into (few blogs back)?

well, here's another "amusing" story for ya..
just recently, i was in kl to see a couple of friends. we were on our way to one utama for a dinner and a movie. our friend gie was driving, when her car was hit from behind by another car. the driver admitted his fault, showed us his ic, said he'll pay for the expenses, numbers exchanged..yada yada yada.. and we continued on, had our dinner, watched the movie (eastern promises-bit dreary, but viggo mortensen was good..and sexy too!), and lost our way over half an hour in the HUGE carpark trying to remember where we parked the car...
anyway, long story short, my friends decided to make a police report (o yes..i objected of course.. but my points arent strong enuff to debate against my friend's lote's: "as a responsible msian, we should report, even if no actions are taken, they can put it in their statistics...etcetc.."..
and the fact that by then, even tho i've became the designated driver (cuz gie was still in shock), the car wasnt mine, so i had to oblige.
so by the time we zigzagged thru the "maze" that is ttdi, unfamiliar territory to us three, it was already past 1 am. it was another half hour before we finally found the police station, and as we reached the front gates, there was this really young-looking cop standing post, so i rolled down the window and asked..
me : nak buat report boleh?
police kid: report apa?
me: kerete kena langgar tadi
police kid: kat mana?
me: kat depan sana, nak pegi one utama tu
police kid: oo..nak report tu boleh buat kat ibupejabat polis traffik
me: o ye ke? sini tak boleh?
police kid: tak..kat ibupejabat polis traffik
me: oo.. kat mana pulak tu ye? tempat ni tadi pun kami susah cari..
police kid: kat pj..
me: pj..dekat mana kat pj?
police kiddo: dekat pj-lah..petaling jaya, selangor.. (in thick kelantan accent)
me: ............
my friend lote sitting beside me: ..about to say sth quite sinister back to the guy i'm sure..so i held her back
me: boleh bagi nama jalan tak kat pj tu polis traffik tu kat mana
police kid: err.. tatau lah... cuba masuk dalam tanya

and he gestured for us to drive in to ask the other police inside.
so we did...all the while laughing our heads off.. pj selangor............sheesshhh...

then (nope, belum habis lagi ni..)
lote and gie went in to speak to this group of police sitting around in the "lounge area" (looked like a quiet night for them..i, btw, of course refused to go down and speak to them..heh)
and after a good many minutes (i had enuff time to tell my brother on the phone about evrything that had happened up to that point).. they came back to the car and gie said she'd make the report tomorrow. apparently the policemen told them how to get to the ibupejabat polis traffik using landmarks like "pizza hut on the right.. depan sikit lagi ada nampak bangunan warna kuning.. depan sikit belok kiri, jalan terus, belok kanan.." (this time in thick kedah accent) but none of them could tell them the address of the ibupejabat polis traffik in petaling jaya selangor.

by the time i got home i was 3 am.
like another friend of mine said when he heard the story.."wah..what an adventure. what is it about you and the polis?"
yeah..it's me that is the problem ;)