Wednesday, January 31, 2007

something catty this way comes

“I’m all in favour of keeping dangerous weapons out of the hands of fools. Let’s start with typewriters.”
… Frank Lloyd Wright …


So today I had to choose between freedom of speech or friendship. An ant bite of what Jeff Ooi has to go through but nevertheless a bite is still a bite.

Oh cannot talk about government. After ISA come get me. Oh cannot talk about cultures / religion / race issues. After kena stamped intolerant. Oh cannot talk about what I think. After got some people tersinggung. I VERY VERY MALAS aka LAZY to have to deal with this sort of childish-ignorant-high-school-so-the-nothing-better-to-do cattiness. I do not have the time and most of all I don’t have the energy. I’m a medical intern. Those people who cause me such nuisance are probably NOT, (considering all those time they have in their hands to make mountains out of molehills). So like this means have to revert to those cliché people / party / purchase photograph blogs-lah issit?? Like what the whole world has to offer issit?? Safer mah. So people don’t easily tersinggung mah. So I don’t lose my friends mah. So they don’t lose their friends mah. So we all safe-loh.

Safe. Right.

Please deh.

I will not succumb to such censorship. WTF?!!

I really don’t understand-loh. Someone-someone rasa pedas ‘cos I passed some remarks regarding her bride ethics in some previous entry. I believe if that someone-someone is truly, madly, deeply concerned regarding the welfare of her bridesmaids then she should, thus, TACTFULLY ACT UPON the problem. NO. Instead she uses me (and my poor blog *kesian kesian*) as point of reference to what she should have already known and starts being all “You should have been more honest with me blablabla yakkety-yak” with the other chick.

Statement: Someone-someone was groaning about having to be active in someone-someone's wedding forum…

Eh she’s from Uranus issit?? People don’t tell white lies from where she’s from issit?? Friends, non friends or even GREAT BFFs TELL WHITE LIES. People LIE. We all know it. We all do it. WE ALL LIE. To protect each other. If that girl told the other girl a white lie ‘cos she just wants the other girl to have a nice wedding then GIVE HER A F*CKING BREAK. If that girl feels unhappy that the other girl is going through too much of an ordeal well then relieve her off her job-lah.

The other girl also. Come and bising-bising with me. Like WTF MAN?!! Call me during office hours to discuss this supposedly SERIOUS issue. Yes-lah. Very serious-lah. This morning got 11-year-old die ‘cos sudden respiratory distress and I have to hold the mother as she wailed her heart out. All this yabbering bout the forum whatnot, really, to me, is not exactly what I would categorize as life-threatening. In fact, this is so high school drama. Why haven’t we grown up? Aren’t we a little too OLD to be petty regarding issues like this? I know I am. I know that if a friendship is really a friendship this sort of thing is just a thing-lah. What’s with all these matters of insignificance??

I don’t know what the fuss is about now that I have reread my entry. There is no fuss. It’s just me giving MY OWN OPINIONS about a situation. MY OPINIONS. Read properly before jumping to conclusions. If don’t like my opinion then don't read my entries. Save me from unnecessary homework.

P.S:
Suggestion of the year: If got nothing better to do, refrain from bothering people. Instead GET A JOB. OR HECK GET MORE JOBS.

P.P.S: Why is this an issue at all? 'Cos that someone-someone is a dear friend of mine mah. Have to do some fact-check. Oh well, it has definitely come to this. That and "You cannot put this on your blog OK" conversation footnotes. Seriously, whatever-lah. If people don't want to talk to me then mah don't talk-loh, I'm OK one. On the other hand, can't believe my blog has such an impact on people. Not bad. Quite power siut.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

“could you take my picture? ‘cos I won’t remember”

(msn)Ah Yung: When u coming back?
moi: march i think. why? dying to buy me dinner leh. ok-lah relieve you off your misery. it's a d8!!
Ah Yung: Hahhahah..i looking for models...u wana b my model?
moi: what type of model? sorry my ass and tits cost extra rm750,000 per pair. don't think you can afford me
moi: but if the for fun kind of model can also. wahhh cool. i'll totally starve for this!!
moi: but i dowan those lame cliche holding tree bark or leaning againt wall or cupping my chin kind. must be spontaneous and vogue-like poses.
moi: omg i'm super excited!!


Don’t know if the lame ass bugger is serious but if he is… then THIS TOTALLY CALLS FOR ANOREXICITY!! I have exactly the entire month of February (dang only 28 days in the month) and probably half of March to NOT EAT, run abit and rejuvenate my ailing hair. Must look at least a LITTLE thinER as I sprawl across a Lamborghini or skip down a lane in the rain. ahaHAHAHA I’m so thrilled to have pictures taken of me. Don’t know if Ah Yung’s any good: I’ve only seen an (‘an’ as in singular) image of his work but hey beggars cannot be choosers. Want him to take lots and lots of hot pictures of myself so I can post it on Friendster (kakaka I love it that I’m so lame!!) and blow it up big time into a cardboard cut-out. AHAHAHAHAHA.

Say only-lah. So malas to go on diet. Pediatrics is hard and my only solace is high-calorie munchies.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

wedding expo (disastrous)

OK-lah. So today I went to a wedding exhibition in Hotel Horison. I'm in one of them moods. I suppose it would have been easier to just buy a wedding magazine as I always do but hey nothing better than to check out the goodies for real.


Adoi nothing much-lah. Nothing Vera Wang or Elie Saab. Just cliche meringue organza dresses...


And cliche marzipan cakes...


And cliche cardboard invitations...


And cliche wedding photo takes...


And cliche flower arrangements. Seriously?? Seriously?? How come this wedding exhibition is so deranged is beyond me. Where's the Shelbulosity or the Sheltasticity?!! How to get married like this-leh?? Waste my time and money lagi. Total disappointment. My heart goes out to all Bandung brides-to-be.


To offer my poor soul some solace. I had lunch in Le Petit Paris, Ciwalk with Miss LotteLotte. She wore her Havaianas too so I decided to take a *bisou* picture of 'em both. She got hers in Surinam (where's that-ah?? Beats me... some old Dutch colony in Latin America that side). Cute story: we were watching a movie 2 weeks ago and I pulled my legs up to duduk bersila in the comfy enveloping 21 couch:

(conversation)

Miss LotteLotte: *exclaims!!* Are those Havaianas??

moi: Yup. Got them in Malaysia. I love them.

Miss LotteLotte: I love them too. *gestures to her cherry ones*

moi: *looks over at her feet* *exclaims!!* OMG I LOVE YOURS!!

Miss LotteLotte: I love yours better!!

moi: OMG I thought nobody knew about Havaianas.

Miss LotteLotte: They're really expensive in Holland but dirt cheap in Surinam.

moi: They're expensive in KL too. I need to go to Surinam.

Miss LotteLotte: *chuckles*


reading out

We decided to try out Newspaper in Paris Van Java 'cos Miss LotteLotte wanted something different than Gelato Bar (which we frequent almost too often). The place OK-lah. Food also OK only.

Their menu is a sheet of printed newspaper. Kind of flimsy though. And don't think it can last long. Was tempted to put in my bag to clean Thalamus' poo.

Don't know what to eat-lah sometimes. Same ole same ole.

Giant newspaper cloths riding above our heads.

Miss LotteLotte was absolutely fascinated by Indon congratulatory wreaths. I can't say I'm surprised...


I once was too :D

We dropped by Carrefour before heading home. Miss LotteLotte wanted to try the durian out since she never mustered enough courage to ever take her first bite. Seeing as she's so keh-lian never had the king of fruits before, I mah belanja her-loh.


Have a video take on this but I'm still trying to figure out this YouTube thing. Will try loading it 'cos the whole process was highly hilarious!! Miss MasMas and I almost died of laughter.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

perinatal perils

Have to sit in the perinatal cubicle of the emergency room cos I can't bring myself to leave the babies just in case one of them decides to go apnea on me. There were 5 of 'em initially.. 1 got transferred to the ICU, 1 was checked into the ward, 1 ‘+’ aka R.I.P-ed, and now there's 2 left: a sepsis and the other a spina bifida (with multiple congenital malformation) case. I don't know if I'm liking the ER more than the wards or perinatology but one thing's for sure, it's quiet now and I can sit and phase out for abit y'know. First day of my period AND I have to jaga.. World with no justice.

Guess who I see walking up and down the corridor to get to the pharmacy depot and back?? Mr Hotstuff!! *giggles* He's kinda chubby now but who am I to pass this sort of remark when I’m the size of 22-year-old Roseanne!!

F*ck I'm tired. I wanna sleep but I'm too afraid one of them might die. I can’t study ‘cos my brain is too f*cked up to absorb anything and man does my calves ache (especially with me having my period and all that). When will the day ever end??

They say Pediatrics is probably the worst department within the internship rotation. I have to say I quite believe it to be true. The Pediatrics nurses can be quite abit of a witch sometimes. I don’t get a lot of nonsensical crap about the entire department. The residents don’t allow us to sit out in the wards ‘cos we’d be taking up their work spaces. We can’t hang out front ‘cos the nurses don’t want us resting at their rest stations, yet we’re not allowed to go and hang out at the back (intern corner) as we would seem too redundant. So most of us end up pacing up and down the corridor or leaning against patients’ beds only to be fired properly by consultants who find it preposterous that we can’t find a decent place to gather.

We can’t win.

pediatrics emergency

Have to sit in the perinatal cubicle of the emergency room cos I can't bring myself to leave the babies just in case one of them decides to go apnea on me. There were 5 of 'em initially.. 1 got transferred to the ICU, 1 was checked into the ward, 1 ‘+’ aka R.I.P-ed, and now there's 2 left: a sepsis and the other a spina bifida (with multiple congenital malformation) case. I don't know if I'm liking the ER more than the wards or perinatology but one thing's for sure, it's quiet now and I can sit and phase out for abit y'know. First day of my period AND I have to jaga.. World with no justice.
Guess who I see walking up and down the corridor to get to the pharmacy depot and back?? Mr Hotstuff!! *giggles* He's kinda chubby now but who am I to pass this sort of remark when I’m the size of 22-year-old Roseanne!!

F*ck I'm tired. I wanna sleep but I'm too afraid one of them might die. I can’t study ‘cos my brain is too f*cked up to absorb anything and man does my calves ache (especially with me having my period and all that). When will the day ever end??

They say Pediatrics is probably the worst department within the internship rotation. I have to say I quite believe it to be true. The Pediatrics nurses can be quite abit of a witch sometimes. I don’t get a lot of nonsensical crap about the entire department. The residents don’t allow us to sit out in the wards ‘cos we’d be taking up their work spaces. We can’t hang out front ‘cos the nurses don’t want us resting at their rest stations, yet we’re not allowed to go and hang out at the back (intern corner) as we would seem too redundant. So most of us end up pacing up and down the corridor or leaning against patients’ beds only to be fired properly by consultants who find it preposterous that we can’t find a decent place to gather. We can’t win.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

my *bisou* favourite things

"When the dogs bark
When the bees sting
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite things
And then I don't feel so... bad"


I found these nautical brooches from Bunga (*bisou* worthy accessories store) and snapped them up immediately before you could say "drunken sailor". They're so so cute and only 20,000rp each. Got them in white and red.


I really need to talk about my My Flat In London tote which I got in Takashimaya Singapore last year. I just think this is bag that calls for much attention. Absolutely chic with just the right amount of girly novelty. As it dangles on the crack of my elbow during Sunday brunches, I can't help but feel like a mini-countess or a juniour modern-day courtesan.

I chose the bee motif over the Scottie dog 'cos canine is totally not me. Besides the bee has whip-ass blingbling crown. It's, like, I'm silently screaming: Look at me THE QUEEN BEE. Hail me or wither in my presence :)

Even the stuffing is lovely.

Nothing can look more imperial than an interior like this.

Voila.

Last look at the satin dustbag.
My Flat In London is SO *bisou* worthy!!

I was doing my usual mooching around Isetan, KLCC the last time I was back and came across this label: gin & Jacqie with the most exquisite bags. I flipped to the price tag and was blown AWAY (means damn kau affordable-lah!!). Look at the croc-print exterior on what feels like suede material. Maybe it's mock suede?? It's of a brilliant size where you can chuck everything in and still have space for more. The scarf is my own but you can accessorize it with anything and everything!! It's darn strong too so you don't have to worry about it breaking down on you or anything.


The interior pula is khaki cotton with a small compartment to store your handphone (I put my mini iPod there and fits just snugly) and another bigger pocket where I stuff my lipgloss and mints and credit card receipts. And their other bags are so bleamin' Shelbulous too!!
gin & Jacqie is SO *bisou* worthy!!
ME LIKES!!

Saturday, January 20, 2007

yahoo says: take charge

previous s'pore trip images

Remember my Singapore Mak Datin daystripper back in November last year?
Shut it with my face already. Tell me something new. Like what they did with their Visitors Centre though. Funny how they have Bahasa Melayu signs all over town these days when Singaporeans don't speak a word of it *raises eyebrows in question*

My face looks like a giant siumai. WTF?? Must GO THIN!!

Princess meets princess.

Sok imut.
Again with the sok imut.
Miss KosKos is terrible at taking pictures. I love DKNY's (?? ) window display. So HOT :)


Did this to amuse ourselves (while nongkronging in some food court). We basically had 3 hours to kill with no more money to spend and murderous feet as company.


Miss KosKos puasa while I stuff my face. It's OK-lah, tomorrow she Raya already!

Ended the day filling out tax-rebate forms. Man I hate all these counting. So sien.

P.S: more to come, Miss KosKos left the other memory card back in M'sia :P

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

james dean and the babies

(conversation)
Ah Nggie:
$helbybaby…
moi: What?
Ah Nggie: You know… now that we’re in the same group…
moi: Uh huh.
Ah Nggie: We’re gonna be spending a whole lot of time together.
moi: Yah, so?
Ah Nggie: You do know this means there’s going to be A LOT of flirting with each other.
moi: That I knew already *wink*

Ah Nggie’s my kindred spirit. OK I’ve said that before. We were never in the same group ‘till now and it’s been pretty fun so far. Between juggling work, jaga (night-duty), rekindling friendships, showing Miss LotteLotte around and clearing my room I’m spending a wee bit time with Ah Nggie. We’re each other’s Master Yoda. I go to him with Mr Orange dilemmas and he comes to me with his chick-of-the-season blues. I’m surprised at the way we maturely handle each other’s relationship predicaments yet can be such morons with our very own crisis. And we act exactly the way we tell each other NOT TO. It’s hilarious really. We’re both as weak AND as idiotic. It could be the unfortunate case of blind-leading-the-blind here. There are times when he can get pretty impulsive and absolutely impossible. I told him he’s a rebel without a cause. He actually thinks it’s a form of flattery. HAHAHA, told you he was hilarious.

Today was pretty OK work wise. I devised a new presentation approach in efforts of trying to abide by Dr Noster’s style of thinking which Miss VakiVaki and Miss Twin-Ziah helped perfect… resulting in a semi-good piece of work. I knew in my heart we did a good job ‘cos Dr Noster bought us all a drink. When he buys the group a round of tea, this means he’s pleased with our work of which he should be this time around ‘cos we’re, like, the first group to ever attempt presentation the way just the way he likes it. In addition, he got us all a piece of kuih each which, to my opinion, really reflects how delighted he was today. I’m happy he’s happy. I woke up at 3am this morning to read up on Typhoid so it’s all been worth it.

Also I managed to get someone to exchange night duties with me on (Chinese) New Year’s Eve so I get to spend extra time with the parentals. Yaloh, they’re coming down… which is pretty exciting considering the fact they hardly come over: the only time they did was during my graduation and that doesn’t really count. Thank you Miss VakiVaki.

It’s crapping 2.30am right now and I just woke up from great sleep ‘cos I have 7 mosquito bites and they itch like cuh-razy!! I bloody should have given the room a quick spray before turning the lights out. Now I’m totally wasting what could be essential good sleep time considering tomorrow I’m gonna have to jaga. Aargh!! This is insane!! I need to conserve energy ‘cos I’m gonna be in the Pediatric wards and I heard you don’t even get a chance to have a shut eye. Heck you don’t even get to sit down the entire 17 hours!! I have already gone through my first Peds jaga. It was in the Perinatal ward housing recently delivered babies and babies in need of intensive care or other form of facility, i.e. UV lighting (jaundice), oxygen therapy (babies recovering from asphyxia or other respiratory distress), incubator etc… OMGGG I went from being a person that didn’t know how to hold babies to a person who could balance one baby on my left chest as my right hand auscultates another kid’s heart rate with my right feet rocking the nearest cot (in order to shut some of them up + do my monitoring ‘job’ as well). All in one night!!

Mann babies are hard work especially neonates. They just cry and cry and cry, wailing their lil’ lungs out for no apparent reason. One baby, who had respiratory problems in the first place, had already started to turn blue ‘cos he kept crying and crying and NOT breathing. They are NOT CUTE when they’re wailing like freakin’ banshees. And they are NOT CUTE when they decide to wail like freakin’ banshees at bloody 2am!! What’s worse is the whole “waaaaaaaaah waaaaaaaaaah” business has a bloody domino effect whereby when a baby cries the entire bloody ward starts crying. OMG can die OK. No wonder it’s such a hard adjustment for early mothers. Still if they think one crying baby is difficult, a ward of 20 crying babies can literally drive a person off the (sanity) cliff. I entered the Perinatal ward with absolutely no knowledge of cleaning asses, binding babies, carrying the child, etc… I totally know how to do all of them now. Frankly the babies wouldn’t cry that much if they had proper amenities like ENOUGH napkins/cloth, MORE FREQUENT feeding times and a BETTER environment. On one hand I cannot blame the babies for being such auditory-torture ‘cos they can’t get changed as often as they should be as there are simply not enough napkins to go around. I’m, like, so appalled-lah. How can the hospital not have enough napkins?? You’re not talking about 100 babies. This is just bloody 20 babies and I get told off by the nurse for OVER-USING napkins. F*ck right?!! They have a certain jatah (allowance) of napkins per time slot and we’re supposed to be sneaky enough to make do with whatever available. See thing is, these kids.. they sh*t like nobody’s business so what am I supposed to do-lah?? I’ve learnt that if they don’t pee and get their cloth all wet, I’m supposed to fold away the sh*tty part and reuse the ‘cleaner’ part of the cloth again. Yah basically the child is sleeping with his/her own poo. How so very the unhygienic right?? And I also got told off ‘cos I tend to carry them to rock them off to sleep which is bad in the nurses books ‘cos the babies like being carried and this will make ‘em constantly vie for such attention. Aiya I don’t care-lah I just want them all to SHUT UP. So I freakin’ carry them when the nurses are not looking. Maybe the next time round at Perinatal I’ll bring like a bag filled with economy diapers and curi-curi use them when we’re fresh outta hospital nappies. That’s the mission.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

post-jaga binge

A new sushi bar: Sushi Groove opened in Paris Van Java so we decided to bring Miss LotteLotte there to go have a try since she pretty likes sushi. There was already a crowd forming at the entrance queue and I thought we were gonna have to wait a millenium. When I went to get a number, the waiters were so, the, like tidak-apa attitude which absolutely enraged me!! But the moment they saw Miss LotteLotte, they were, like, "HI GOOD EVENING, HOW ARE YOU DOING TODAY? DO YOU NEED A TABLE.. blabla" All of us looked at each other in absolute bewilderment. It's only when I pointed out to them that she was with us that they hurriedly went to find us a place. Double-standard treatment staring at us right there in the face. Such f*ckers. Sometimes Third-World morons really don't know how to think.

The place was pretty groovy (ahHAHAHA can't be bothered to find a better adjective) but they should have been a little smarter and built an upper floor 'cos not enough place for customers-lah. All them ceiling space for nothing.

The brick-like lighting is mind-blowing. Indon interior people are actually pretty talented.

New-age paper lantern.
Good example of space-illusion.

Portion, though, I have to complain: as tiny as rat's poo. And their wasabi is TOTAL crap. No oomph and gave me a stomach ache.

Miss KosKos calls this her faeces sushi (Rock-n-Roll). She says they're yum despite turd-like appearance.

I'm tired-lah OK: I jaga-ed last night and prior to that I went clubbing. Cannot already... people old liao, don't have the stamina to go clubbing the night beforeand then jaga the next day.
P.S: I really thin the wasabi is garbage (probably expired or something) 'cos Miss IyanIyan, Miss MasMas and I had horrendous food-poisoning the week after.

post-jaga binge (cont)

There is a lil' boutique is called Page One which I find absolutely cutey-quirky. There are super Chinese and Korean goodies that I don't buy 'cos I bet they cost, like, next to nothing in their motherland. Still, they cute non? Especially if you put them up like that. I really need to go to China-lah.

Their chandelier is brilliant!


ME SO LIKES this trucker cap. It has furry flaps and is so the white trash!! Perfect :)

Later we had gelato. Well at least I did. The rest just watched me eat. Now remind me again why I'm FAT?

Not so good lighting-lah. L-R: Miss IyanIyan, Shelbybaby, Miss LotteLotte, Miss MasMas

L-R: Miss IyanIyan, Miss LotteLotte, Miss MasMas, Miss KosKos. There's no 5-of-us picture 'cos the waiter there was too 'sok busy!!' to help us take one. Muthaf*cks, gonna write them a letter OK. Masa gak ada waktu to take a bloody photograph?!

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