Back for good

So there's a dedicated app for blogger on iOS afterall.

No wonder d online version was such a fuggerlicious pain in d ass to use on d ipad.

And painful enough it was to keep me fr posting any entries for d past 4 mnths. Hell, ppl could hv thought im dead or sumthing.

Anyways, minor setback aside.

Elo again, world.

Seremban

Checked in to seremban.....

day 1 of life as a serembanian.

so far so good....

thank god for no longer needing to commute daily to n fro fr kajang......gonna miss d scenery along LEKAS though.

Jusco n Tesco just a stone throw's away so unlikely will die of starvation.

now, all i need is the mood to continue studying....zzzzzz.......

New Toy from the Junkyard

Found a rough gem at the Amcorp Mall weekend flea market.

Olympus 35ED

The Zuiko 38mm f2.8 was pretty good during it's days so they say.

Look up in Wikipedia for more info.

The batteries are missing though and nothing on the current market fits - gona hav to work on some makeshift batteries from hearing aids to power this baby up.

For now, it'll serve as a pretty reminder of a bygone era where every shot counts....

I Heart Maybank........NOT

ARRGGG.


That's what I'm feeling now.


Maybank just f*cked up my credit card application. Again.

For the FOURTH time.

ARGGG.


*p/s i have never been to Tanjung Karang in my entire life. the relevance of this will be revealed later.



6 months ago i applied for a Visa Petronas whatchamacallit card coz, frankly, owning a piece of plastic i could really call 'my own' (and not one of those supplementary cards from daddy or mummy that makes me feel like i'm still weaning off breast milk :( ) was kinda like on the top of my to-do-when-im-no-longer-broke list.

And, and and...what can i say, in times like these where a guy is physically, emotionally and sexually rscrutinized based on the almighty 5C benchmark mercilessly set by the nefarious feminist bra burners at Cosmo and HerWorld, i definitely wouldn't want to be seen dead without atleast hitting one or two out of the big 5. I know, i know...blame it on MTV :( That being said, can't really remember what the 5Cs stand for anyway. Card, Cash, Car, Condo(?),.....COck? Hey, at least I've got one checked there.


So.

The smiling lady at the back of the desk went thru my application with relative ease, all the while having small chat bout my job, her job and how life in Malaysia totally sucks as a whole. Yeah, and i managed to squeeze in an impromptu lecture on hypertension too, free of charge damnit. Forms signed, sealed, delivered, I'm yours!! Basically that was it - paper work done, wait a few weeks and the good people at Maybank will get back to me when my shiny little piece of plastic gets delivered fresh from the oven to the respective branch. Piece of cake, you say.

Wrong.

Oh no, no sire, not so easy.....muahaha que evil laugh ala Dr Evil...

3 months and a million seconds later, with no news from the bank whatsoever, i decided to pay a friendly visit to Maybank to, you know, say hi. And find out what the fuck went down with my application. So.

me: helo kak...nak check aplikasi credit kad...

LMS(lady maybank staff): ok dik (seriously!)....jap ye...dik apply biler?

me: dah lamer le... (haha now i get it how pts answer to our questions "dah berapa lama sakit?" with "dah lamer la doctor...." haha lame)

LMS: er dik...takde la dalam rekod...

me: O_o

So yah. That was it. two months later and i was told there was no record of an application. Marvellous.

Weeelll. That was a setback. But, being the good-natured cowardly prick that i am, politely i requested for a second application coz damn it i need my plastic badly god knows how..and politely i asked them to please pretty please make it a good one this time. LMS gave me her word that things will be ok this time round and i'll get my baby in no time. Just, well, wait for their call. GULP.

2 more months passed by. Trees changed from green to a dusky brown. Nights became shorter as the sun rose earlier by the minute. Michael Jackson still did not rise from the grave as many have hoped.

Finally one faithful day i got a call from the bank. Your card's ready, sir. YES OH YES like, finally! Took the noon off and drove straight to the said branch. Sat at the counter, tremors of anticipation rippling thru me like a kid being let loose in the Playboy Mansion on his 18th birthday. LMS (different lady but same duty) brought out a crisp, white envelope. Cursive writings decorated its face, depicting something so effing important i couldnt effing understand what it was saying. Then i caught a glimpse of what's inside.







No. Fucking. Way.

Amex??!!??

Damn it man. Do i look like an amex kind of guy? Oi, who the hell takes Amex in this part of the world, lah? And seriously, how oh how in hell did a Maybank card application end up with an Amex card in the postbox?? It's like putting a Christmas turkey into the oven and opening it later to find Char Siew. Or in this case, downloading Skandal Melayu porn and ending up with Debbie Does Dallas. Cheated. To the max.

LMS was equally surprised judging by the way her mouth was hanging at what can only be described as a very obscene position. There must have been a mistake, she apologised. Well, you're not the only one who thinks so! Without wasting time she offered to void the Amex and, whatyaknow, help me reapply (que: 3rd time) for my card of choice.

You see, personally i have nothing against Amex, it's flashy and glamourous and it has a little trojan on it - what's there not to like? Just that somehow it seems to me that majority of local merchants favor most cards before Amex and damn man look at me, if i were to flash an Amex at you chances are nine out of ten people are gona think in the lines of ' dudes still feeding off daddy/ dudes banging some rich old hag/ dudes selling his ass' so for the sake of social survival i had to had to turn it down bleekk.

So. 3rd application signed, sealed, delivered. My ass is yours now. LMS ensured me the process will take a maximum of '2 to 3 weeks' and they will, like usual, get back to me ASAP.

A month passed by. Surprise surprise, no news from the bank. I even kinda forgot bout it myself, what being hopeless and all that. Michael Jackson was still rotting in the dirt.

Then one day at work, this dude from another dept whom i was sharing an elevator with suddenly came over and with a secretive tone blurted out "bro....tadi aku pgi bank...staff bank kata ko punyer credit kad dah siap...diaorg minta bagitau boleh kolek dah...." ya i was freaked out i kid you not but hey, finally! news bout my long lost love! Though such news coming from an outsider did seem a little weird but hey what the hell i decided to give it a go and pay the bank another visit, hopefully my last one for this reason god forbid :(

At the bank.

Me: elo....nak check status kad kredit applikasi.....dah manyak kali dah...

Male Maybank staff (MMS): kredit kad......hmmm....(long pause, leaves desk to look high and low, finally to return with a defeated expression).....tak de la encik!

Me: -_-|||......biar betul......(deep exhalation, mantra chanting to curb the impending MI)

MMS: betul takde...cik apply biler ye? sape yg bagi tau dah siap?

Me: dah apply ribu kali dah....fren aku bagi tau...staff suruh passover kat aku suruh dtg kolek..

and that's where the drama started.

MMS: STAFF SURUH FREN BAGI TAU??? Impossible! Ini against bank policy! Absolutely tak mungkin! Siapa fren kau? Bawa dia datang. Ini tak mungkin. Ini kita boleh SUE dia sebab dia destroy our bank's REPUTASI!!!


OMFG NO FUCKING WAY.

Now my colleague's the bad guy.

Seriously. Destroy bank's reputasi?? Dude, your bank fucked up my application thrice, you wanna talk bout reputasi? Let alone, putting the blame on someone else for your own inadequacy? Unbelievable. I nearby, just nearly blew it.

LMS came by to check on us, apparently she could sense that someones was gona get hurt soon. Oh, oh oh oh .....so it was you, my dear LMS, it was you who told my colleague, eh?? Oh wait, what? Oh, you didn't tell him to tell me to come collect my card, oh no? Oh wait, you told HIM to tell ME to come and REAPPLY for the FOURTH time coz, wonder of wonders, my last application GOT LOST. AGAIN. and my poor deaf idiot of a colleague apparently misheard the whole thing.

Again, the good-natured, cowardly prick side of me decided to deal with things in a more ball-less way, and i asked to speak to the senior staff at the central office in-charge to clarify the situation.


Senior Maybank Staff (SMS): ya cik can i help? (superbly polite i must say)

Me: kad i hilang kena makan pontianak wuuuhhh T_T (i did tell him the whole story later)

SMS ran thru a few checks on his comp, this and that.

SMS: cik...dalam data kite...applikasi cik 6 bulan lepas ada dlm rekod.....kad pun dah despatch dah...tak terima ke..??

Me: nop....

SMS: ade cik...kad dah hantar dekat branch dah.....dekat Tanjung Karang kan?

Me: ............................!!???!?!?#Me: ............................!!???!?!?#Me: ............................!!???!?!?#Me: ............................!!???!?!?#$&%&#!????
amp;%&#!????
amp;%&#!????

Tanjung Karang. No shit.

SMS: lagi cik.....cik ade apply kad lagi baru baru ni ke....applikasi baru dapat....kena amik masa lagi la.....

ME: * faint*

Summary:

1st app : card sent to tanjung karang, gone with the wind
2nd app: morphed into Amex
3rd app: ? processing
4th app: i don't effing know anymore....


xxxxxxxxxxx

Gathering whatever little strength left i could muster, wearily told LMS and SMS that they can keep their promises and applications for themselves as i am never, ever going to trust them again, as a matter of fact i am never, ever gonna trust maybank with my money or my ass anymore coz frankly if this is the kind of standard of management that's going on here don't u think it's a bit unerving to leave all of your hard-earned moolah in their hands? They did offer for a reapplication (gasp) but i said no. No, thank you very much, for nothing. Nothing at all.


Maybank has financially castrated me. 6 months down the road and countless missed opportunities later i'm still the financial equivalent of a Ch'ng Dynasty eunuch. I can't order shit online, I can't go shopping without carrying a wallet that makes my ass look like JLo's, I can't book flights without calling mommy to 'loan' her card number. Heck, I can't even order porn.



Guess I'm stuck with just one C for now. I'm so gonna die a lonely old man :(

I'm beat.

Just shoot me.


Time to consider the GCS EON Visa card i guess.....

Larger than Life

Lonely.

Bie is hundreds of km away having polo buns n stocking tea. T_T

What to do. hmmmm...



So I made a new friend.





Say hi to Bugger the buggered bug.


This is Bugger in real life.



Not that large huh.

But he's really larger than life.

Wait till u know him better.

The New, the Old, the Forgotten

Camera porn

New admission.

C/o chest pain. k/c IHD.

The key point.

Social history: Professional photography Guru.

Weapon of choice: Leica S2

Price: RM93,000 (body only)

Ouch.

This, my friend, is the stuff of dreams. Very, very wet dreams.

Must be a bitch getting paid to do what you love to for a living.

It's a tough job, but someone has to do it.


Damn.

The Hole in my Ass 3D

Movie night.

The plan was to grab some bite, then maybe do some walking n splurging around KL i don't know.

Anyway, dinner was great but took up the better half of the night so ended up running late for shopping. So instead, headed to KLCC for whatever walk walk we could muster before closeshop hour.

Decided to catch a movie instead. Just watched Legend of the Fist day ago, good but not great must say. Although Donnie Yen does look absolutely honest-to-gaynest good for a 40 something. No I don't fantasize over elderly men, thank you.

Back to the movie.

So apparently there were only two movies available last night. On one corner, M. Night Shyamalan's 'Devil'. Given Mr Night's recent track record, i really wasn't up for another ' I-see-Unbreakable-dead-people-in the Village-showing the Happening Lady in the Water the Sign' moment anytime soon. So pass.

On the other corner, we have.......Le Hole.



Directed by the same guy who did 'Gremlins', 'Small Soldiers' and some other forgettable stuff, it was filmed in 2009 with a stellar cast of nobodies, and was one of the first films to be shot in full 3D glory alongside 'Up' and other 3D whatchamacallit.

So yeah, le hole. A movie about 2 kids n the quintessential hot neighbour finding a hole in their new suburb home's basement which unleashes nightmares on whoever stares into it.

Well, what would you do if you found a pitch black, bottomless, super eerie hole in your basement which opens up by itself and has broken little girls crawling in and out of it right in front of your eyes?

Apparently in the US, you stick around and make smart-ass jokes about it, all the while not forgetting to fraternize with the hot neighbour who, like you, is too dumb to be worried about ghosts and what not. Oh wait, maybe it's some other hole that has caught your interest, i guess. Hmmm.

Very blase Japanese horror plot, siap dengan creepy-crawlie Japanese little girl ghouls, Yamete AV girls, a partridge and a pear tree.

Translates into : lousy acting, poor script writing and all in all, an absolutely shite excuse of a movie literally cumming at you in glorious 3D I kid u not.

Seriously, it was so bad, it was actually good.

I had a great time.



What am i so afraid of?

Of mistakenly spending rm26 on horseshit like this ever again. FML

Love the way you lie

Don't know why but there's something bout this song.

Something....haunting.

Something.


Or maybe coz it's made that way, to be an effin hit WTF.

Anyway. Gotta love the last line.

Guess that's what love is after all.

Rain rain rain.....

Waiting for the weather to clear up a tad bit before heading out again.

What a day.

Feeling sorry for the homeless cats and dogs caught in the shower. No one should be left out in the cold, not in a weather like that.

Wishing for an empty ward and a full stomach before going to bed tonight.

Revision.

At the rate of how crazy things are, I'd be damn glad just to be able to hit the bed at all.

On call on a rainy day sucks.

People of Kajang, please drive safely. Don't play with your food, don't choke on your ayam percik, and please oh god damn it please DO effing take your meds please.

I'm begging you. On all fours.

Here's hoping.

Why I hate doing locum (even if the money's good)

Case 1:

25 yr Chinese dude patient walks in. Sits down.

Pt: Doctor i have fever runny nose and cough. I think I have a cold. Give me the antibiotic in the glass bottle. Strong strong that one. Money no problem. And also the headache medicine. And the cough mixture. And the runny nose pills. Make sure give me the strong strong one ya. Make sure ya. The glass bottle wan ya. Strong wan ya.

Patient gets up. Walks out.

Me: .......your welcome...?

* glass bottle antibiotic = Azithromycin = damn overkill oral antibiotic. can kill an anything and everything (almost la). Totally useless in viral infections which is usually the case in runny nose and flu.


Case 2:

Daughter brings old frail Uncle in. Sits down.

Daughter: My dad sneezed trice from 230pm to 330pm. I think he has a cold.

Me: ............okay.........@#&$%*(#............

if only i had an MRI in d clinic.... then i can MRI his nose to see which stupid nose hair came off n choke his stupid nostril to make him sneeze oh so badly 3 times today......


Case 3:

25 yr Chinese fashion faux-pa ah lian walks in. Sits down.

Can't help not to notice how bad the outfit is put together.

Diagnosis: Congenital hypofashionsensenemia

What was her problem again?

Soree, can't remember. Was too busy checking out her train wreck of an outfit. Ooops.

erm.....food for thought.....don't try too hard....it's Sg Chua for god sake. No one's gonna blink if you were to step out in a chicken suit....

Case 4:

25 yr old Bangla 'gentleman' walks in. Yeah, that's the official term to use when addressing patients. I'm sure he's gentle in some way but no thanx I don't wana know.

Bangla: Boss! Ini tangan, manyak sakeet woh! Manyak manyak sakeet, itu kerje tak boleh kerje woh! Mau injection! Injection!

Me: ...........erm.....okee....i kasi injection kasi manyak kuat ya.......manyak sakit sikit ooh....okee yaa.......*evil grin*

I have no idea wat u wan. 50mg voltaren good enuf for u, sir? no? how bout some vit B12? hurts like an effin SOB weh. im sure dat wud do the trick....



Case 5:

27 yr blurhead overworked underpaid doctor walks in. Sits down.

Looks at watch. 5 more minutes to 9pm. Freedom beckons...

Looks at watch again. 4 more minutes.

Looks at watch again. 2 more minutes.

Looks at watch again. one minute.

Counter gal: loctor ar...got 3 patient come edi la.....

@#$*%&#$.............

Into the clouds....

Run away.....





Into the clouds....





Oh yeah......

Run away....

Run away....

Sun, sea, sand.......

Just you....

and me....

and a whole lot of Hoegaarden.... =)


Paradiso yay.......

Hollowmaniac

Weight loss.

Not associated with night sweats/ loss of appetite.

No chronic cough/ hemoptysis.

No funny lumps/ bumps popping up out of no where.


Checked email account.

No accidental signing up to MarrieFrance/ Busybody/ Yunnan.

Eh salah.

Maybe Yunnan. But that's a different story.



Hmmm.

Dissapearing soon.

It's ok.

No one would notice anyway.

*Hollowmaniacal laugh*

Tired 2.0

Feeling exceptionally tired for the past few days.

Even going to bed at the (relatively) early hour of 12am still not being able to curb the sandman's calling.

Wondering where all those hours of sleep went.

If this is the case, well might as well not sleep at all. Especially when after 6 hours of rest I still feel groggy and puffed up like a slab of zombie roti that has spent a minute too long in susu wtf.

Make that a zombie roti with serious bedhead issues. Talk about covering those bedhead bald patches up KNNBCCB :(


At any rate, sleep is overrated.

Physiologically speaking, the human body runs on energy, of which food is used as fuel to keep the Krebs cycle running to produce NADH and the whole mitochondria-golgi apparatus shebang whatnot doing what they do.

So.

Theoretically,

Food = energy

energy = not tired

not tired = duneed sleep


Hmm.

Somehow somewhere something must have gone wrong. Must be something mom ate 27 years ago.

For me

Food + more food + sleep + more sleep + even more food = still tired wtf


See.

Eyes getting heavy.

Weary thinking bout work tomorrow.

Praying for a sweet peaceful oncall with no admissions, no low GMs, no low BPs and everybody's GSC at an all time 15/15 high with Hindi music playing in the background, rainbows streaking across the sky, flowers blossoming in full splendor and Selvarani playing hide-and-seek behind a banana tree.

Yaaawn~

Oh shheetz.

Matsuri

Had been looking for this song by Kitaro for sooo long.

Finally.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGtKxbu7vLI&feature=related


Awesome, breathtaking stuff.


He does look abit Psy though.

Guess all geniuses are eccentric (and wonky) in their own genial right.

Doggy Style 2.0

A few more doggy style pics.

Woof.

'Fooood!!!'

Chocolate....... :(

Woof.

Doggy Style

Refuse to talk bout work today.

Finally one pathetic weekend off after god knows how many weeks of slave labor. Bleerrggh.

Not to mention playing vampire again on behalf of you-know-who who decided to go MIA on her very own terms half way through the day.

Oh snap, just rambled bout work again. My bad.

Today shall be Doggy day.

A four legged tribute to cuddliness.

Enough with the words. Let the pictures do the talking.

Wooof.








Wooof.

A snatch thief a day keeps the Apple away

Phone got snatched at Sg. Chua.

Malay male motorcyclist in a red jacket plate number WTH ???? couldn't catch the full number in time.

Sad.

Very sad.

Very very fucking unbelievably grief-strickenly arse-rippingly sad.

New phone leh. Only one half month old ler. RM2500 ler.

Sigh.

So much for trying to make a change for the better.

I guess making a change to be a better person doesn't mean shit if the rest of the world is happy with it's own selfish evil self.

So there.

No more doing good for the sake of mankind.

Coz frankly, mankind is not worth being done good for.

人性本恶....

Ren Xing Ben Er - Chinese saying which roughly translates to ' man is evil by nature'.

Guess I'm a believer now.


No more love for the banduan-banduans at the back cubicles from now on. Especially if their incarceration has got anything to do with theft.

Damn you snatch thief.

Hope that on your getaway you will crash into this huge lorry and get stuck under the wheels and get dragged a good few hundred yards while painting the tarmac red with your guts and all you can do is cry cry and cry...........

Yeah. Reading about that in the news tomorrow will really make my day.

Pushover

Witnessed the full fury of Yangon at work today.

Rendered utterly speechless by her impossibly impossible sense of self-centeredness.

The stage:
Medical ward 3, Hosp Kajang

The backdrop:
Late noon, temp 35C and rising. Piledriver at work fixing the toilet pipings, patients moaning in pain/ ?ecstasy, staff nurses going ga-ga over the latest tudung fashion. In short, a total effing cacophonous mess.

The players:
Belle, sweet overworked but underpaid medical HO with a penchant for piercings and all things porky

Yangon, underworked but overpaid chirpy dimwitted aoooww-maaii-gaawwddness princess, Malaysia's latest import from the People's Dictatorial Hell of Burma/Myanmar/ whatever Chulalongkorn's sweet buns may call it

Me, the background extra

The epic:
Belle calling MO P to clarify orders for patient so-and-so.

Yangon chirping away in front of the phone.

Belle receiving orders at M16 speed from said MO.

Yangon still chirping away at heightened intensity.

Belle having a hard time picking up orders through the phone amidst the chaos.

Yangon still chirping away feverishly at full force, complete with hands-in-the-air dance moves, contorted facial expressions and a partridge and a pear tree.

Belle lost it. 'Shuush, I can't hear!'

..............

Blank stare. No more chirping. No more cooing. It's as if someone suddely snapped the Duracells out of Yangon and she just fell dead silent.

And then.

'(emulating bitchy chirpy confusing tone)Now can you hear?? If cannot why not you bring the phone to the back room talk there???' Followed by princess stomps off into the great beyond.

Mind you - it was a landline phone we're talking about. With a really short cord. And the dude on the other end was more or less Boss figure or something.

Poor Belle. Caught off guard left her in a wide-eyed dazed state one only gets when, well, one gets barked at by a chirpy dimwitted aoooww-maaii-gaawwddness princess. Er, aaii doowwnnt kknnooaaooww....

The nerves.

Yes, this Yangon, she's many things - annoying, airhead, downright clueless - but being the chirpy dimwitted aoooww-maaii-gaawwddness princess that she is, I never really came to expect her to ever snap back with ferocity (read: bitchiness) of such magnitude.

Especially not when she's only been here for like, what, 2 weeks or so?

Not to mention she doing this to one of the only few people who actually bothers giving a petty fuck about her existence.

Seriously, does the Dictatorial Military Government of Burma teach such stuff at school or something??

I don't know.

Poor Belle. Didn't even had a chance to retaliate. Probably didn't want to,either. 'I'm such a pushover,' she sighed.

Felt sorry for her. That for standing up for her and taking her shit while she woefully flutters off to God-knows-where all the time. Presumably to recharge her batteries to keep her chirp o' meter at maximum strength.

Sigh.

This is war, girl.

You brought this upon yourself. Pissing off the only person who bothered trying to be there for you.

Now let's see how you fare on your own.



Good luck, and good riddance.

Aawww mmmaaaiii gaaaaooooawwwddd......