What a Circus!

If anyone listened to hitz.fm early yesterday morning, one might be traumatised surprised with the 4-hour long marathon of Ms. Britney Spears' hit tunes! Like ZOMG right?

It's Britney, b*tch!

So since this is a one-in-a-lifetime experience as quoted by someone, I tagged along with my buddy, Mr. Spears (who we thought was Malaysia's No. 1 Britney fan; but was defeated with much humility to someone else) to the Malaysian Launch 'party' of Britney's sixth studio album Circus, 1 Utama organised by Sony BMG. Scheduled for worldwide release on 2 December 2008, the release of Circus coincided with Brit's 27th birthday.

Despite it being a long (with some drama mama moments) day, we set forth on this journey to Damansara with only ONE enthusiastic person a.k.a. The Driver. To get the mood going, we had the Circus album booming in the car till like, dudes on the motorcycles were giving us the WTF-look.

Still, only one person was omg excited. Still, not me.

So imagine the DISAPPOINTMENT when we got to the venue - err, why so quiet one? Only 20 people ah? And half are staff?



Okaaayyyy, I sooo totally wanted to leave after the necessary camwhoring (still, not me) to mark the date. At the very least, it was the Pop Princess's birthday!

Front

Back! (LOL cost reduction perhaps?)

Anyways, we managed to convince Mr. Spears to join the Britney lookalike contest (Woo-hooo!) and the entourage excused ourselves to some hidden corner for some mental prep talk and urm, mini-rehearsal? HAHAHA

Kudos to the hitz.fm MCs/DJs for making the whole 'carnival' thingy not-so-dead.

Mr. Kenji - Malaysia's Biggest Britney Fan to date! I think he has everything with Britney in it.

Soooo, even I did go up and attempted to win something during the 'Do You Know Britney? ' Q & A session...

MC: So man, are you a Britney fan?
Joshy: No.
MC: What's that again?
Joshy: No, I am NOT a fan.
MC: What la you, go and play with your camera far far away. GO!

LoL anyways, I DID answer the question correctly and I won a CD... by Amerie. Hmm? (no yippee!)

And Mr. Spears did win lotsa lotsa lotsa prizes from the organisers... Boy, even the MCs had to ask him to STOP raising his hands!

Since the album's titled CIRCUS, there has to be a teeny weensy bit of that in the carnival right...

Oh yeah, this fella was pretty much scaring our entourage on his unicycle, like trailing one of the girls.

Oh yeah, there was also a Dance Demo by California Fitness featuring songs from the new album.

Hmm, he looks familiar?

Don't know his name but yeah, I heard he is a kinda popular gym instructor in KL.

So there's some eye candy for you readers!

It was an evening of revelations for Mr. Spears cos he finally found out that only he and Mr. Kenji are the only actual guys who are fanatic about Britney.

I mean, with normal levels of testosterone circulating and their testes still intact.

Mega-truckloads of erm... girls-stuck-in-boys'-bodies were there. They carry themselves much more femininely than some girls. *no offence!*

I kid you not.

I don't mind them. Their lives, their bodies, their choices. And I do have some effeminate friends/acquaintances somewhere. I believe they have altars at home worshipping Britney/Kylie/Madonna and maybe even, Miley these days?

Seriously, someone I know wanted to go under the knife to look like Britney (Asian version with a tan).

Wow. Uber hot pink!

The winner of the Lucky Draw (above!) - walked away with some Sony Ericsson cellphone. Right before he went into Britney mode. And danced on stage like the Pop Princess herself.


Anyhooooooo, to complete the whole Britney-mania experience, we had a nonstop replaying of Britney's hits, old and new, on the drive home. Possibly with a thousand times of Womanizer Womanizer!

'Cos you know, everybody's a Britney fan deep down. Blek!

You Mean The Animal?

Okay, just a erm... a short story (ala cerpen) about a random fella in my batch.

He shall be referred to as MMM (Macho-Macho Man!) cos he sings that song sometimes while walking along. Swt!

It begins like any typical PBL* (Plenty of Bull* and Lameness) session.

The facilitator releases the clinical case triggers and the group discusses what is happening to the patient and blablabla what issues and topics to be covered in our "Self-Directed Learning" module...

The patient presented with pain, swelling and redness of the right big toe. Complaints include poor quality of sleep and frequently wakes up in the middle of the night due to severe pain. He is a retired man and has been an alcoholic for over 20 years. He has recently stopped consuming red meat and internal organs as he noticed that the painful attacks occur mostly after taking such foods.

OKAY! Long story, but the version above has been summarised already... ;P



So during the brainstorming session,

Mr. Gigantic: Could this be gout?
MMM: YOU MEAN THE ANIMAL?
Mr. Gigantic: Whaaattttt? (along with everybody else in the group)
MMM: You know, the farm animal. It has horns, and eats grass and mengembek (bleats in English?)
Ms. Futsal: That's a GOAT lah... Moron!


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Okay. End of Story!

Hmm... In conjunction with today being World AIDS Day, I wore the T-Shirt depicted below!!! Like a walking pseudo-awareness billboard.



Alrighty then, hope everybody has a CUN-TASTIC start to the first week of the last month of a great year. Oh what a rollercoaster ride it has been!

Love.

Bottom Top @ KLPac

Poster picture (from KLPac website)

Woohoooo!!! I went to catch this 'phenomenal' play on Thursday - its Opening Night! The seats were practically overfilling!

I have a feeling that the audience mostly consisted of gay guys (with family and friends) or the family and friends of the people behind this ingenious work of theatre! Notwithstanding, were the shrieking QUEENS behind us with their highpitched reflexes to anything humourously homo.

"When I heard about the play, immediately I thought of YOU and YOUR MUM!"
- Faghag

I went with a faghag (sorta, almost; cos she'd really hate being referred to a hag). I think she was more excited than moi. While waiting at the cafe, little gay meself finetuned her gaydar as per request.


So on with the story.

Dato' Faridah Merican (who makes her much-awaited return to the stage) plays Bertha, a middle-aged woman preparing for her wedding with her late-20s gay son, Melvin carried effortlessly & wonderfully by Mark Beau de Silva [pretty twinky ;P], who is also the playwright.

Yup, just two characters played by two immensely talented powerhouses of Malaysian theatre.



As mother and son chit chat about their respective romantic histories and compare men, one cannot help but to be immersed into the conversations.

Bertha suggests potential guys for Melvin to bring to the wedding dinner at Overseas Restaurant. While the latter shares and educates his lovely mother on the intricacies of being "different" - how things aren't as simple as it may seem.

Saunas. Parks (not for picnic obviously *winks*) Picking up guys.

Bottom or Top?

Many moments of top-notch humour got everyone bawling with laughter. I am pretty sure I heard somebody snort too! LoL

"Hormones drop. Tetek also drop"

Bravo! Brilliant!

Me and Faghag then scurried off to Imbi after the show ended for a very much late dinner and stuffed ourselves silly. Now, tummy also drop.

We are now fat. =(


Visit the KLPac Website for more info on this play! Some publicity press releases are available there too!

Ties! Ties! Ties!

If by any chance, anybody has ventured into my room and peeked into my wardrobe (which is comparatively gargantuan for a guy), will realise that I am crazy about ties.

Neckties. The amount I have may shock some and disappoint others.

I have all sorts, methinks. The thin ones, the straps, the broad ends, 'novelty' ties, paisleys especially.

And in Uni, me is known as the "Guy with the Fancy Ties". Gosh, how I love the compliments! *blushes*

I love the attention. Yes yes, spank me! =P

Getting a tie nicely wrapped up, in a giftbox is a pretty common occurrence when my birthday arrives. My friends know me well enough to know that I will be easily contented with a funky tie (a decent one, at least) *wink wink*

Probably my Better Half has experienced umpteen occasions of borderline poverty, many thanks to my fanaticism with ties. My bad, my bad. But he gets rewarded too.

It is sorta a necessity in the so-called Professional Dress Code - that's what the varsity administration is trying to brainwash us with. Blablabla boolsheet about upkeeping the image of healthcare professionals and imposing disciplinary actions whenever someone gets caught attired otherwise.

Obviously, they did not consider the risks of wearing a necktie as argument for discontinuing it. Those cited include entanglement, infection, and vasoconstriction.

"Neckties might also be a health risk for persons other than the wearer. They are believed to be major vectors in disease transmission in hospitals. Notwithstanding such fears, doctors and dentists wear neckties for a professional image. Hospitals take seriously the cross-infection of patients by doctors wearing infected neckties, because neckties are less frequently cleaned than most other clothes. On 17 September 2007, British hospitals published rules banning neckties."

Wikipedia, Nurkin, Steven; Carl Urban, Ed Mangini, Norielle Mariano, Louise Grenner, James Maurer, Edmond Sabo, James Rahal (May 2004). ""Is the Clinicians' Necktie a Potential Fomite for Hospital Acquired Infections?"". Paper presented at the 104th General Meeting of the American Society for Microbiology May 23–May 27 2004, New Orleans, Louisiana: p. 204.


I kinda like wearing neckties (with the whole formal look) and it is an opportunity for me to display my metro side and impeccable fashion sense right? But enforcing it so strictly (in my university's case) is harsh. Pro-choice, anyone?


Anyways, I have been straying away from the true reason of my post today!

Joshy is wondering: DOES ANYONE ACCESSORISE NECKTIES?


Well I DO! LoL, at times too enthusiastically but the pictures below is merely a glimpse into how mad I can go with pimping up my ties - along with the look-of-the-day! [hey, I am a fag afterall!]



I was called everything from 'Harry Potter' to an Entomologist (with a whole garden and insects on my tie) and a Cute Nerd? Haha

Reckon this is my way of being individualistic and standing out in the crowd.

This is real, this is me
I'm dressed exactly how I'm supposed to be now
Let the light shine on me
Since this is who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I wanna be
This is me.

I joke.

Yours truly is actually pretty introverted and shy and very muchie the stereotypical Asian Boy.



Addendum: OMG my apartment block just lost water supply for like 3 hours and NOW IT IS BACK, BABY!!! I am gonna appreciate it waaayyy now...

I ate up Jalan Alor

Okay people! Pardon me for the lack of updates...

Been uber busy - partying, going shopping crazy, driving around blindly like mad, slacking in general.

*And I think I ate from (almost) all stalls spanning the whole length of Jalan Alor just last night! My gastric expandible volume astonishes me. There goes my moderation diet plan. =(

When all I should be doing (actually planned to), is to be a hermit and mug for the upcoming professional exams.

Allow me to digress.

I am proud of myself - I haven't used up this month's allowance. Yippee!

Alrighty, just to fill up this space... I am currently dressing up for yet another birthday party (do of the year? Maybe... a close second/third, after MINE)

Here's wishing everybody a good kickstart to the new week... No more Monday blues!


Lotsa love, joshy

A Parody of Sorts on a Sunday

WARNING: The writing style of this post borrows heavily from a certain immensely irritating-annoying blogger (somewhere in this dimension) who recently posted something which deserves only one form of response - OMGWTF!!!
Fret not readers, I shall try to use grammatically correct English (as much as I was inspired, my conscience limits me).

I don't think you'll be reading this, but here's to you Ms. rOyAl StRaWbErRy (NOT!)


Oh Yeah!

I went shopping today, but the weather today right, was like uber hot while me and fellow friends (including a girl I used to call my "Forever B*tch") were driving downtown for some much needed quality catching up over a meal at The C. Club at you-know-where-lah-right?

People were like staring at us lo. Haha. I really no gan cheong at all ler. (Yours truly dressed down, while my companions of the female gender went overboard!) Seeing the girls go on a shopping crazy ride also make me frust jer. I could feel a fever rising!

So right, my bimbo friends wore heels-too-high-for-them and totally-inappropriate-for-shopping and got pains everywhere. We then bummed at that chocolate lounge/bistro. Oh this is where it all started lah, the girls started comparing and commenting on each other's purchases, buat I lagi geram jer.

I went to the loo swing swing a while, and ran into Joyce and her Little Mister Beefy, chit chat a while before heading back to the table; finding my friends still discussing their retail achievements of the day. I feel it boiling esp. from Stella's vibe (who btw, looked a bit ho-ish today. I say that with mucho love!) Maybe i look as if I'm going to eat people, or maybe with my puffy expression I portrayed disappointment. But none of them bothered, being too engrossed in themselves. (HMMPH! Tell me why are we friends again?)

At the very moment I grabbed my celly (which was placed on the table, between a mug and the ashtray), I got Flora's SMS. And I was like, "Har? What talking you... Want to call me, can call me now la!" Anyways, so at the end right, I just stood up and squealed, "That's it! I have had ENOUGH! I AM GONNA SHOP TOO!"

Then the skies started rumbling, like some burst pipe, and it rained cats, dogs, guinea pigs, rats, etc etc etc; you get the idea!

Conclusion: I DID go crazy on the Retail Therapy, with Mummy Dearest's consent, on the plastic. But I so lurrrve my single best, most important, victorious and loveliest purchase of the day!

Wonder what it is?

So exciting right? ;P

Jeng Jeng Jeng!

Let the photos do the talking!

*gulps* excessive saliva pooling but ugh, the paperbags so small only? Haha!


oic, they even wrapped IT in their signature white paper.
I don't know ma, I was busy looking @ myself in the abundant mirrors around the store. Meanwhile, the chicks were trying to taste all the pastries and cakes decorating the outlet. Guess they forgot their contacts, that they couldn't see that those deco items were all plastic-ized.

Being all high on ecstasy and adrenaline, I briskly removed the wrapped box out of the paperbag and placed it on my loud Aussino pink & turqoise floral print quilt cover.

Err, the lady who wrapped this needs some further training. =S

I opened one side. Ugh, funny taping!

Aaahhhhh, don't care already, just pull it out!
Gimme my preciiiooouuussss.


Ooo, got (sorta) glammed up case. How adorable!

I nearly fainted when I saw such a lovely casing.
Its content must be even more beautiful!


What? Somemore paper?
OMGOMGOMG!!! Is this real? *pinches my erm biceps*



Tadaaahhhh!!! My new wallet... snazzy no?
FYI, it's not black (just in case anyone comes to that deduction)
IT'S ALL REALLL!!!
I HAVE A NEW WALLET!
IT'S LEATHER!
WHAT I HAVE BEEN WANTING (for the past 2 months)
THE SALESGIRL DIDN'T NICK IT WHEN SHE WAS PACKING IT WITHOUT MY SUPERVISING.
IT'S REAL!!!

I WON THE FIGHT!
(I dono what tho, the honouree of this post just seems to love to say this a lot!)


Again. Hehehe
So hawt right? Not quite haute, but it's okay!


So, must do what leh???
Of coz... quick quick take few photos of some random guy on the street la...

Little Mr. Silver Man was sitting on the pavement at the aiya-so-busy-one punya traffic junction.
He was there when we passed him on the way to dinner, and STILL there 1.25 hours later.

So S and I gave him RM1.60!

Okie la...
hope you all are happy with me and for me!!!
=)

Again, this post is inspired by and written in parody honour of Ms. rOyAl StRaWbErRy!

But I really got a new wallet!

Disclaimer: All the real names of places, people, and events have been altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent. Mostly, me.

Oh btw, the blogger I am parodising (err is there even such a word?) and myself actually know each other in real life (at least acquaintances we are) and this is all done in good fun.

NOW DON'T GO SENDING ME HATEMAIL!

One Night Only

Or that was what I thought.

Last Saturday, I was just strolling around the display rooms of the country's IKEA to kill time, when E called. This was after the short cuppa with Mr. Drownedglass...

E, studying fashion design (and history?) in NYC was on transit in KL on his way to a CdG* show in Tokyo. So yeah, somehow he knew I was bored. "Okay, I pop over to IKEA now!"

Wheee...!!!

And it ended up with him MAKING me buy stuffs (Eh your room door very ugly lah! Your curtains too retro lah! Hello, I am just renting a room here! I can't do much to it!) But voila, somehow he was sooo gracious to buy three poster-paintings to pimp my room door!

The Curve seems so foreign nowadays. =( Haven't been there in months, although I spending my weekends in Damansara. Booooo... omg so crowded but the NYC undergrad has much more things to say (albeit not so nice).

As we parted ways to our respective dinner plans (My nephew turned 2!!! and more pervy too! More on this another time), I was overwhelmed with nostalgia and boohoohoo the separation blues from friend (15 years and counting!) and he turned, said "Stay tuned, darling! *WHAT?*

Later post-porky-birthday-dinner, E called, "Halloween party. Private. Go get dressed up! We will get p*ssed drunk" No prizes for guessing what I went as, under such short notice and circumstances. Some local celebrities spotted, like whatever, and the bungalow-mansion-palace venue is like sooo huge! (reminds me of a certain mall in Bandung) I thought twice on whether I should 'go wild' but heck, it's been so long since such parties since my notorious days in Penang & Singapore!

"One night only!"

Good fun, lotsa booze, new friends, dirty dancing, good ventilation, no chem!

And 9am the next day, I was dragged outta bed to accompany E and other old friends to go people-watching at the city twin torchlight towers! And ah, it was already flooded with people at barely an hour later. E and K, especially were not gracious with their comments on the majority's dress sense. Oh my.

Whatever happened to one night only?

I did my duty to generate the country's retail sector. There goes my allowance (and card limit) for November. Whoever runs Godiva in Malaysia would be ecstatically pleased. Speaking of which, they ran out of stock for CHOCOLIXIR!!! Pure blasphemy. It still didn't stop the gang from spending 4digits!

That marked the beginning of a full day of mall-hopping around this Valley. Phew! We spent close to RM50 on parking!

Okay, in retrospect, it might not have been so out-of-the-norm or headlines-worthy. But boy, it's been so long poor little joshy played like this. Ah back to the routine now!

And interspersed through this past week, random birthday celebrations, MORE booze and more getting-to-know-new-people? Under the influence, of coz.

Still having a hangover from all the clubhopping last night. And dehydrated.


P.S. I never thought an emo song can actually turn out to be a great dance track!

Flowery Week

I am being exposed to pollen way much more this past week than ever in my whole life.
[except that one time I was like a florist boy raising money for my college council.]

Now, for life size comparison... Lily bouquet and the petite one with tulips.



Rose, rose... I love you?


*Note: Just a filler post... I gotta find the time to properly document my kinda-wild Halloween weekend. Watch out for it.

Another Party Ending

Oh boy! 2 birthday parties tonight itself... Is it just my social circle or is this the fertile season for Gen-Y parents? I am like, celebrating a friend's birthday, almost every other day. Scrap that! Make that every other meal of the day!

"Darling, you know it's a fantabulous cocktail if you can't taste the booze!"

Fun. Joyful. Lotsa laughters. Quirky food choices!!! (the anterior 2/3rds of my tongue is still sensationally NUMB)

"b is for binge, p is for purge!"

Mindless chatter about the neighbourhood clown and loser-ish desperado and devilish schemes about a certain social destruction dominate the air. Discussing future plans isn't really a fun idea, is it? Less stress, and another pinch of suave seems to do to the trick.

And that's why I get invited to the best parties.

Truthfully, we're generally nice, in the most layman definition of the word. There's totally nothing boring about me and my friends, and the more I tell you about us, the more you'll be dying to know. But whatever!

Kinda exhausting though, considering one had a long day of classes, which involves inducing the gag reflex in patients and hitting their jaws with a hammer. LOL it's just another manic school day in my diary.

I have just been lazing around (attempted to) since we finished the Runway Show a few days back. Much deserved rest, I tell you. Thank goodness we reached our fiscal profit target (actually, we EXCEEDED it! Yippee aye yay!!!) I still can't believe I co-organised such a bombastic event... Had tonnes of fun meeting and working with new people <- side effects!

Probably it's just me, but I so totally don't dig how the so-called hotties receive such labels anyway? Hmm, guess there's only one hunkadory hottie in my eyes! *wink wink*

The stormy weather's kinda settled down this week around the Valley. But tumultous times lie ahead around town. An epic of this nature requires an observant, quick-witted scribe, and somebody around here has an impeccable eye for the most outrageous details. So I am just sitting back as the past unravels and dirty linen unrolls, because nasty juicy news don't stay hidden, and whatever we don't know, someone will invent elaborately.

MORE SOON... So long!

P.S. Bonne anniversaire to the birthday darlings of mine! *mucho love*


Joke of the day:
How does a brain cell of a dumb blonde die/apoptosize?

Answer: ALONE!

Oh My!

It's been sooo long and I haven't even put up a real post.

I know.

My bad. My bad.

Been too preoccupied with all the classes and late night parties.

A boy's gotta keep up his social image, y'know?

All good and safe fun.

Hopefully I can squeeze some time out to write a good one tomorrow.

It's family day today. And everything else can wait.

Happy holidays, everyone! And Happy Birthday, Dr Paul! Cheerio!

Love's all around,
joshy

P.s. I have been receiving several spam mails offering to cast me in porn. Thanks, but no thanks. In good faith to protect the innocent, namely me.

Back!

Permanently I hope... the past month has been such a whirlwind of experiences!

Theft-in-car, emo dramas, intense b*tching GG style and all the familial conflicts. Ah hardly any time to breathe, chill and soak in the sunny scenery.

Ah yes, not forgetting the mounting stress levels prior to the cheerleading finals. Whee! Sweetness of the gold medal.

Not very cogent right now, but yeah, time to get back to the norm schedule and familiarity and seriously lose some of the flabs! So depressing, I tell you.

Feeling good and blessed to be above the poverty line =P Thank you very much.

More than anything, feeling lucky being in love with my best friend.

Till a proper post, Ta!

Jakarta

This is one crazy city!!! The traffic is beyond comprehension... Think the MRR2 jams are bad? Then go to Jakarta and experience those there. OMG and the Indonesian definition of a 'maintaining a safe distance' can so totally induce a collapse in the faint-hearted.

But I am still loving it. It was fun despite the scorching hot sun and near-death experiences crossing the road to the other side. Think Pavilion is cool? Wait till you visit Plaza Indonesia... okay, maybe only slightly better la.

The Indonesian National Monument (Monas), otherwise affectionately known as "Soekarno's Final Erection"

Snapshot from the Monas viewing gallery

Another?

Look closer at the statue lady's left hand... hehe

Very snazzy museum - The Jakarta History Museum

Random wall paintings.

Some thing of historical importance I presume.

This majorly famous and uberly old antique boutique cafe in Taman Fatahillah

Err...

Motorised trishaws a.k.a. Bajai... so cute right?

Java & Sumatera

So yeah people, I shall be holidaying in Indonesia starting in like 4 hours time...

Hmm, hopefully I get a sexy tan by the time I return home.

Passion

A very strong word that struck me hard in the head just this past weekend. How a simple word can do wonders to so many people (in this instance, with a common interest)... but unfortunately lacking in many of the young today. An amazing event pulling the heartstrings at all the right places. Yup, a lightbulb moment it was.

Has the 'tak-apa'/nonchalant attitude swept us in an invisible storm? Truthfully, how many of us have really identified our 'passion(s)' and really worked in its direction? Have we lived with passion? For one, I'd cowardly hide my head. Sure, I have many things I feel strongly about but to say that I have made something out of them is a far stretch. Haha, those who know me may realise how short is the attention span of this wretch. For most, going with the flow of the tides appear to be a simpler route and much more secure to, viewing from an outcome-based perspective. Living life to meet expectations; to conform to norms, to undergo birth, ageing, sickness and death. Is death the end? Or merely the beginning of another journey?


Passion. An incredible thing that may actually hint to solving what could be the PENULTIMATE question of all time.

How does my life count?

Ralph Waldo Emerson once said, "It's not the length of life, but its depth that counts."

That does it for me.


Far greater things have yet to come, and greater things are still to be done here.

Share with me, how do you think you count for something?

New Phase

Somehow one can take this stage as a new one or an ala finale to very substantial aspects of my life. Those that are deeply engraved in me for years to come.

Distance does entice the physical longing to the life counterpart but faith and strong principles are steadfast tactics in staying tough. Not pure machismo per se but knowledge that a loving life shared is a very long journey and just stay optimistic in looking forward to that fine, sunny orange-coloured day. Love does funny things to a person. =P

Emptiness periodically fills my mind amidst the chaos that is befalling upon me; left, right and centre. Hardly any time to breathe and slow down to enjoy the view YET being able to stone and freeze in the moment. A home (which is turning more comfy and homey) that no longer feels so familiar - Home is where the heart is, but the heart is halfway across the universe [a hyperbole no doubt but it sure feels like it literally]

What to do with so much free time? Paradox eh? Much more time to explore deep down underneath this temporary shell and meanwhile develop new friendships. To completely focus and have coning attention on the set priorities (whichever they appear to be; adaptable to circumstances).

Current placement in what most shall declare as godforsaken places open eyes to unknown, unheard-of cultures. To keep a broader view on things, surroundings and humanity, probably even just in the locality. To honour and respect people with the truest intention and appreciate the returns.

To be truly annoyed by whiners and hypocritical personas who self-idolise and forcefeed their own faux ideals on what they view as inferiors/backward people. I hope it backfires.


Back to work. Back to what got me here in the first place. Back to the thought that fills my mind.


Not a minute passes by without my heart missing you.

Me Very Likey

Hehehe.... (;

And the bong lights up!!! Wheee... gila shisha!

Weird or Norm?

Me, being fully-bred in a small town (relatively to the capital that is Kuala Lumpur) was intrigued with the gargantuan skyscrapers and other national landmarks whenever I make my trip here in my younger days, much much younger.

Pretty jakun, I hear you!

And ever since moving here, I get surprised (impressed or the contrary) by the various facets of the people of KL. Despite all the claims that 50% of them are not even from KL.

Odd odd incidences to recollect.


When The Husband was practically extorted (with no weapon) by an elderly man at Puduraya. "Give me 2 ringgit or I will rob you off your bags" to which The Husband just walked away.


How someone I know is being taught saxophone by a guy named after a vegetable.


On witnessing an estranged couple strangling each other in public.


How a car reversed into the car behind it when the traffic lights turned green.


How you ask for a box of matches from a sundry shop and the keeper passes over a pack of incense.


Oh yeah, how can I leave out the ubiquitous *yet traumatising* of random persons urinating in public ie. AT TRAFFIC LIGHTS!!!


Most recently, at a drinks stall...

Makcik: "Adik, kopi O ais ni RM1.20"
Random Guy: "Makcik, aiya satu ringgit cukup dah lah!"
Makcik: "Tak boleh dik, barang semua dah naik harga dah!"
RG: "Tapi makcik, satu ringgit lah. I kan beli dari makcik tiaptiap hari."
Makcik: "Tak boleh! RM1.20!"
RG: "I sekarang ni tak ada syiling"
Makcik: "Tak apa, makcik boleh bagi balik wang tukar."
RG: "I tak nak syiling lah makcik!"
Makcik: "TAK ADA DISKAUN UNTUK KOPI O AIS!"
RG: "Boleh lah makcik? Kalau tak boleh I cancel order tu la"


Like, I could help but to be amused. So I turned my head and continued to savour my RM1.30 Teh O Ais Limau. Never have I ever seen somebody bargain for a pack of Kopi O Ais like haggling for pirated Gucci bags at Petaling Street.


Don't get me wrong. I still *heart* this city.


Unlike a neighbouring nation, where news like smuggling 40kg worth of non halal chicken is front page news! And on the primetime TV news as well!!

of the simple life

Life has taken a twist lately.

A higher tolerance of stress and unbeknownst demands. Probably others might take it as being nonchalant or even the cliched 'tak-apa' attitude.

Easy contentment does not come easy. But *sigh of relief* it has been good.

Laughter and lame jokes over dinner at the famous ?regional? taichow.

Driving all the way to some NOT-KLANG ulu place (where my celly reception fell down to 70%) to have some awesome DRY bak kut teh. [Further details may make this post very unacceptable to the halal-seeking populace]
Ordering practically every single dish the restaurant could conjure. [till the sphincters threatened to give way]
Irritating the waitress(es) with incessant requests for BKT soup top-up.

Driving halfway across the valley to get some porridge.

B*tching about national and communal news along with the Mother.

Not bothered while celebrities make their entrances in the place we are dining.

Having random people say "I appreciate you a lot" and not get freaked out.

Discovering the bank account is not in deficit.

Cuddling with the Boyfriend for some quality bedtime.

Quiet nights at home for personal 'alone time'


Addendum: Escaping to never-heard-of-before urban alleys for a wholesome homey-ish midnight non-halal nasi lemak & curry Chee Cheong Fun after a long day of studying hard.


With luncheon meat and lap cheong plus fried long beans!!!


Hmm, simple life is good.


Now, if only my effing stupid Internet will speed up a little, in heaven's name!

Sunday Wild Ride

My scheduled lazy Sunday did not go as planned though.

A high school friend (now entomologist extraordinaire) had a rough tiff with his chick last nite and needed some consolation in his trying time. So he came to drive me out for lunch, or so I assumed, in the Klang Valley.

Somehow, an hour later, we ended up in Malacca City. Which was having an hyperinflux of tourists.

Result = HORRIBLE JAM ALL AROUND THE ONE-WAY-ONLY TOWN STREETS!

Phew! We finally got to Nadeje Cafe and got their OHSOWONDERFUL mille crepe cakes. [Note: Malaccans are so lucky!!!]

A HUMONGOUS ICE BOX OF THE CAKES. To transport back to BLESSED FRIENDS IN KLANG VALLEY.

Icebox in question: 1m X 0.7 m X 1m. Guess the Japanese owner was smiling so widely cos we bought half of the cakes on display. Thank goodness for Visa card! =)

And the drive home was 4 hours long :( Friggin' school holiday crowd I reckon.

The friend was speeding and arguing with his GF (on the mobile) on the PLUS highway. I had to use my 3 limbs to brace his every ala Initial D maneouvres while one was protecting the cakes from deformities.

I really thought my dead body is going to be found with a box of cakes. Presently, still a little traumatised from the wild ride.


Summary:
2 hours drive to Malacca.
1 hour in Melaka (Lunch and cake shopping)
4 hours drive home to the Valley

P.S. Service and food at Famosa Chicken Rice Balls kinda sux!!!

Quirky New Pathologist

One of the fun parts about studying medicine is having visual stimulation [well, for one I have seen waaaayyyy too much boo-bies and vajayjays for my own good]. Most of our learning, in my opinion, is derived from such modes.

Pictures, photographs, charts, mind-maps, potted models of organs (healthy and otherwise), plastic life-size mannequins and skeletons... but of course, training with the aid of a real patient of course.

We have it all.

Anatomy, Physiology, Embryology, Microbiology and definitely, Pathology.

Dear old Pathology. The science of disease. The core text for this section involves a whole family namely Papa, Mama and Baby Patho [That's Pathologic Basic of Disease (Full edition, Basic & Handbook respectively) by Kumar, Cotran & Collins for you all other med ppl out there]

In the recent months, the Department of Pathology had a new addition, Dr. Maria [Name has been changed for the greater good]. American-trained, lots of clinical and teaching experience. Gosh, the other pathologists call her... Mariaaaaa!!! *like calling a Filipina maid somewhat

Prior to attending her lecture, news about her incompetence and lack of tact has reached me from other batches. And man, I entered the class with so much prejudice that I was blanking her out though *pretending to be* attentively interested. An example of her teaching methods/questioning:

Describe the picture shown.

Maria: What can you see, class?
Random voice #1: Liquefactive necrosis!!! *with much enthusiasm*
Random voice #2: Necrotising fasciitis!!!
Maria: It is an amputated leg! *beaming smile*
Maria: You must say that first ok? Then you must state the colour of the skin. *point point* Do you see this leg has some callous on the heels?
Maria: Add, there is some bloody flesh at the top. Lastly, only you say there's necrosis.

Maria: Class, can you see the twist? Maybe he overdid a cha-cha or mambo?
Maria: No, this is NOT from a black man!

Maria: Remember!!! YELLOW YELLOW YELLOW!!! Remember this colour... Now repeat after me. YELL-OW!!!
*Yes, half of the class did.

She must be thinking she's teaching a kindergarten class. LOL

I am most definitely not judging or complaining about her. I lurve her style! I can proudly say I remembered almost everything she taught me in her class. She is so fun to observe with her idiosyncratic behaviour and all. Even when she buys food in the cafeteria.

And of course, her infective beaming smile. =D

FYI, just in case anyone wants to know...

Picture 1: Diabetic patient.
Picture 2: Torsion of the Spermatic Cord/Testicular Torsion aka Twisted Balls. Turns black due to the lack of blood supply
Picture 3: Fatty liver. Due to unhealthy diet or alcohol.

Pictures are sourced from WebPath.

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Intermittent Thoughts

Sometimes I just feel like I am forever in med school... and graduation (hoping that it would eventually come) seems like an aeon away =(

Maternal and Child Health posting this month... so yeah, Obstetrics, Gynaecology and Paediatrics. Exciting, disgusting but a very optimistic side if compared to all the morbidity in other departments.

A proper post on my birthday is due, but still in progress la. This week is a killer. I am hanging on a thin wire and am on the verge of drowning.

Also, the theory of "6 degrees of separation" still amazes me; how small the world can be, for people to be so closely linked? Especially among the fags. [Just a conclusion from this control sample population]

Well, that and the answer to all questions in life remains to be answered only after this week has settled down and I have less weight to juggle with social responsibilities and academic burdens in training.

Tata.