Wednesday, November 29, 2006

miso pretty is *bisou* worthy!!

And I thought I saw the last of it in Liberty. Couldn't believe my eyes seeing it stashed behind some random counter in Yogya. Will buy a couple of month's worth more.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

the bandung div gig


In the morning we all headed to Grand Preanger Hotel (supposedly one of the few iconic structures in Bandung) to lend our services. We were in charge of getting participants to register themselves. I basically knew nothing since I was at the dig yesterday - the rest of them were here since yesterday - so they put me in charge of International Liaisons. All I had to do was speak in English to the Aussies and Singaporeans. Easy kan?

Funded by the Australian Agency for International Development and Singaporean Ministry of Foreign Affairs. No joke siut.

Got people from the Police department, Ministry of Health, Red Crescent, Fire Brigade, Red Cross and bebanyak-lah.

Camera-hos.

More camera-hos.

I stole away for abit to go to this cafe that has been around since the Dutch period. It's called Pt. Rasa and the food there is supposedly good. Fresh yes. But good... erm OK-lah good-lah. Pricey? Of course. Although their Rum & Raisin ice-cream is TO DIE FOR. Cheap? Surprisingly YES. So go there for ice-cream. Worth every rupiah of it.

My bodyguards.

Y'think dr?? I'm flattered.

cute in a tie


Masuk bakul angkat sendiri.

It's the real BIG people who knows how to value the little people. Everyone was busy being on a power trip just 'cos we're interns and are the people at the bottom of the pyramid. Prof Cordner took time in his closing speech to FIRSTLY thank the medical interns for helping make things work. I really think it was brilliantly mighty of him to do that. He made everyone clap for us and it was a good moment to feel appreciated. Good man. VERY *BISOU* WORTHY!!


Participants and facilitators get busy.

Why is this issue of utter importance in this country? It's a freakin' hypermarket for natural & non-natural disasters.

Our Forensics tutor. The only tutor actually. He's quite the oddball but funky nonetheless.

This member is definitely worth a mention. He awes me. Ed's a law student doing an exchange program here in Bandung. He was the official interpretor of the entire event. You should watch him type. I've lived here 5 years and still am not able to translate as quickly and as fluently as this fella. So young and so the bursting with potential. Easy on the eyes lagi. Must learn to be as dynamic.

show you the city abit


I almost hated them for making me walk all the way to Alun-Alun in my haven't-been-broken-into kittens. But then I viewed the pictures and the blister-pain evaporated into thin air. At the Asia-Africa Conference Museum. Uhh... it's to commemorate something but I forgot. Sorry. If you really need to know then I'll find out.

Savoy-Homann Hotel is also another architectural icon of Bandung. I dunno... it looks kinda 80s to me... not exactly something I'd deem iconic.

Cheyyy... centil euy!!

My pins look cute there. The only reason why this picture is up.

Eh Plutonians!!

Making lurrrve to the camera.

Closing with the beca image. A good end to a good day.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

the garut dig


And so they began to dig... The hole's deeper than I imagined. Thoughts of being buried alive gives me the jeepers.

I think it's awfully odd to be buried with someone you don't have the faintest idea who. It's actually kinda weird-lah that you share-share graves together-gether. Confirm I choose cremation. At least my vase is my own.
I didn't know if people wanted to see corpse pictures so I didn't put any up. Waiting for requests.

After everything, everyone insisted we went shopping for Garut souvenirs. What the for also I dunno. They have the same keropok crap in Bandung too just that the label says Garut only what. Why even bother? Beats me.

Yup, Indons sure love their keropok.

These are called Kueh Simping Manis. They look pretty ah? But Mmmy always says pretty biscuits are usually the sucky biscuits... it's the whole compensation for bad taste theory.

These are the candied jelly stuff I eat alot during Chinese New Year 'cos my aunt Biau is a major cook. Here they call it Dodol Kering Asli Agar Laut. It's not even dodol. They dodol-ize everything!!

Dunno what this is called. Sticking to Mmmy's pretty = yucky theory.

This is absolutely hilarious: it's white turmeric (turmeric is kunyit right?) to aid in decreasing uterus size, narrowing the vagina, drying off post-op wounds / breast cancer, alleviating period pain or infection and menstruation. WTF?!!

Lots and lots of dodol. Goodness gracious *vomit*

garut's like a freakin' dodol land or something

You get dodols in all shapes and sizes. I dunno-lah what flavour these are since I'm not a big fan of dodol but they do look cute though.

These are the authentic kind. Wrapped in leaves of some sort.

These are the regular usual ones. I'm sure dodol fans will go crazy and bathe in this pool of dodol but I took one bite of it and almost purged.

We stopped by to makan-makan in this place which had pondok-style tables just above a fishing pond. I decided to sit away from it 'cos I have this personal fear regarding murky water. Besides it stinks. And Dddy says pond fishes eat sh*t for meals which is gross.

Yalor. Everyone's a freakin' camera-whore.

Taking the mini-bus. My face looks like a pau.

Actually this is the morning picture before we left for Garut but I'm too lazy to rearrange. So this is us ready to embark on a journey that will change our lives (and appetites) forever..?

Friday, November 24, 2006

crap de la crap

Just woke up from a 2 hour nap. Waiting for the clock to strike 10pm so I can really begin to rest. G*ddd I’m tired. Today has been crazy. Crazy enough for me to have to skip Pilates & gym for it. The night before we all got the message that there was gonna be an exhumation in Garut (approx 2 – 3 hr drive from Bandung) at 6 this morning. So when I woke up to switch the lights off (sometimes I accidentally sleep with the lights on ‘cos I’m too tired to switch them off – someone help me fix a clapper puh-lease!! –) at 4 in the morning I figured I was safe enough to sleep (the ultimate sleep is sleeping in the dark definitely) for another hour at least. I was SO wrong. 10 minutes into my snuggle the Teriyaki Boyz’ Tokyo Drift scratched through the silence. I figured it was probably Ah Hathir or Miss RusRus reminding me ‘bout the exhumation at 6 but instead Ah Hathir belted out, “Autopsy NOW!”

*groannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn*

This on-call business is TOTALLY NOT FUN.
F*ck. It was a hit-n-run case which took place at the Padaleunyi toll gate. His entire skull and right thigh were crushed. And when I say crushed I really mean so crushed that his bones were shattered into bits and pieces. He came in such a contorted position where his legs were folded over his head that they found bits of his brain in his thigh muscles. It was definitely a sight to behold first thing in the morning. We quickly got to working and were done by 7am. The exhumation case had abit of release difficulties due to miscommunication between their police departments and was then postponed to tomorrow.

The preparation for the seminar started on full swing today, yet despite running here and there all over town for briefings on my role as the masters of ceremony part liaison officer, I’m still clueless on what I’m supposed to do. I’m lucky Ah Fit is with me in this so he can help me get a grip of the situation. He’s to be the Indon speaker and I’m the English speaker. There’s this lady who was supposed to guide us through the entire process and she started making all these statements on how the English has to be oh-so halus (cos we’re dealing with Aussies, Singaporeans and Malaysian doctors, official personnel etc worrr *gag*) and blablabla… like she so the f*ck ass ch*ba* frefessionuh (professional). I mean, like, OK whatever but she and that forensic doctor went and, like, made snide innuendoes regarding Malaysian English and I’m, like, WHOAH WHOAH wait a minute!! Just ‘cos you f*cking go to thousands of dollars worth of English classes with freakin’ native speakers does NOT f*cking make you a Harvard English professor so bloody lay of the sarcasm man!! I mean who in the f*cking world opens a ceremony with “I wish to convey my welcome…” anyway?!! Wish to convey welcome?? WTF?!! *rolls eyes* Gimme a break-lah…!! Oh-so-halus konon… oh-so-the-wrong-grammar more like it. After hours of running around I thought we were done for the day since it was so late in the evening. I was dying to get out of my clothes and jump into bed. But just as we walked out of the hotel lobby (seminar location), my Dopod rang.

Aarghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ya ampun 3 bodies (sudden death, train accident and murder) lagi!! This was gonna take all blimin’ day-lah ayo..!! All of us moaned the entire way to the morgue. 4 cadavers in a day. This has gotta be a freakin’ record-lah. The sudden death was an old bag lady. Since she had no identity they drained her and filled her up with Formalin to be shipped off to our med school’s Anatomy department. I didn’t really notice the train accident much ‘cos my group was in charge of the murder case. I was in charge of fashion: meaning the measurements and detailing of victim’s clothes and accessories. It’s pretty long-winded stuff having to take measurements of every hem to every pocket to every design print to every label to ayia so many-lah. The victim was a 15-year-old boy who got into a fight with his friend. His internal examination showed no abnormalities but when they cracked his skull open, blood splashed onto the ceramic tiling. He died of subdural hematoma: brain hemorrhage. People were making a hooha over him ‘cos inside his wallet he carried a love-letter from his chick. Oh what it must be like to be in puppy-love :)

Now I understand how come it’s so important to have cadavers as a teaching aid during basic theory years. Unfortunately for us we didn’t have such luxuries. I think only in America and India do they provide a cadaver per student couple. Must have been so exciting to study from the real thing. Trust me, it makes a whole world of difference. It’s only now that I really get to see, touch and feel our internal organs. Holding the human brain my hands was surreal. That and prodding the kidney and pinching the liver and slapping the lungs about. Seriously, whoah. Tru (of Tru Calling) definitely made the right choice by interning in the morgue. I’m not surprised she aced her class despite being on night shifts and saving all those lives. It’s just different when you get to handle real organs rather than just memorizing them out of a book.

Ah Dass and Miss BahBah were feeling a lil’ rundown with everything. They found it bizarre that the morgue cleaners seem so at ease with sawing off skulls and chopping out chest cavities. Adoi morgue cleaners are so used to it: it’s like cleaning fish to them-lah probably. Yalor the kids are still freshies-lah. I told them it affected me big time back when I was still new (especially in Surgery and all that). Now I’m just numb. It has become more of a job. Sounds so apathic but that’s how you’ve got to be in order to stay sane throughout the entire experience. The moment I walk out of the hospital vicinity I leave it all behind and I walk into MY world *shrug*. If I’m gonna take all the pressure and sorrow home with me I’ll end up being a wreck for sure.

So my room’s a mess and I’m too lazy to clean up the mess. Miss KosKos wonders how I intend to bring boys back to my place if I allow it to remain in such a state. I know: I don’t bring boys to my room-loh.
Time to sleep. Got exhumation tomorrow. Better go charge my iPod.

P.S: Now I know-ah how come doctors absolutely despise being on-call. Seriously-lah no life.

P.P.S: Parents now you know that kids fighting can kill. Prevent this.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

baa baa italian sheep

A body came in with several gunshot wounds and it was my group’s turn to be the Observers (there’re also the Operators and KK = Koordinasi dan Ketikor, Co-ordination and Typing). A chick was in charge of ‘fashion’ (documentation of clothes and accessories corpses come in) and she and some other chick were taking down notes on the fella’s belt. It was an imitation Versace belt and they were having trouble describing it. One of them called me over to ask me what the symbol on the belt resembled as they were having an argument deciding between sheep’s or lion’s face. Indeed it was neither… I was, like, WTF?? It’s the definition of Donatella and late-brother Gianni. Lho kok gak tau si?!! I rightfully corrected them: it’s Medusa and her snake-infested mane. I mean, like, have some respect for the House of Versace-lah, friends. They were, like, “Ohhhh…” A lil’ proud of myself surely *hyukhyuk*.

Wah everytime my mobile rings I sure TERKEJUT gila. I’ve instructed all friends to NOT msg me (between the hours of 14:00 ‘till 22:00) if it’s unimportant or worse CALL ME or I could die of a stroke. Being on call is really tricky. It’s, like, I’m free but I’m not really free. I have to stay in the vicinity so that I can head over pronto should they alarm me which indirectly means staying in 24-7. I can’t watch a movie or plan a dinner date ‘cos I could get beeped just as the trailers begin / the entrĂ©e arrives. I can’t even sleep properly ‘cos I’m constantly waking up every 2 hours to check on my phone, afraid that I might have slept off the morning call or missed an autopsy msg. This is not the type of lifestyle I had in mind when I entered Forensics. Who said happy happy santai?? Quite stressful lagi.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

sushitei

I made so many silly mistakes on the Psychiatry post-test today. F*ck, what was I thinking?? I hate my marks. This ruins everything. There goes my ‘A’. I absolutely hate it that I went and f*cked up one of the rare few easy-‘A’ departments. Sh*t. Thing is I only started actively participating in discussions this week. The first week I was too bothered with my food poisoning and the next wrapped up in a blink. I don’t think my heart can take another B+… or B++ for that matter. And what makes things worse is the crummy ass rubbing his ch*ba* A all over my face this morning in the lift *rolls my eyes* How is it that the 2 other groups scored their As so easily?? What’s more they ALREADY KNOW their results before judicium which will only take place tomorrow!!

It’s just one of those cruelties in life-kut *sigh*


Since we broke off early for Friday prayers, Miss GraGra took Miss IreIre and I to Sushitei (this place I’ve heard a lot of).

Since my meagre student allowance precluded me from ordering ANYTHING I want, we made do with Dragon Roll (sushi filled with soft-shell crab, topped with say-it-with me: unagi and avocado) and this heaven-on-earth Salmon Hana Shokun (can’t really remember the name) (sushi filled with ebiko, wasabi-ebiko, and black caviar)!! Very nice. The interior is very classy and I was pretty taken with the swirling origami cut-outs hanging from the ceiling. Impressive.



So the no mood now. Hope tomorrow’s a better day.
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