I have two phobias when I sleep alone. And this is Part 1.
flying ceiling fans
People who know me well would know that I am a stuck-on-the-ceiling fan person. I am the girl who prefers her good old-fashioned ceiling fan to aircond anytime, anyday. There is something calming and soothing about the b r e e z e that spins out from the fan and how the wind touches lightly and gently sweeps off your skin. And the air is never dry.
Unlike The Aircond. To me, the breeze from the aircond is irritatingly fake,hard and cold. The air is always dry and its coldness reaches to a point where it hits the state of artificialness. I don't know whether this makes any sense to you, but that is how I feel and will always feel about airconds. In fact, I hate staying in hotels with airconds that you don't have control over their temperature. I say, fcuk centralized airconds! It's like wtf man, you think EVERYONE can stand or agree with the temperature that you set? Just because you think 16 celcius is just right, doesn't mean my body, her body, his feverish body, the baby's body, old grandmama's body can take it ok.
Though it's the ceiling fan all the way for me, there is one thing that I dislike about this machine. I try my best not to think about this when I am about to sleep. Because once I start, I won't be able to sleep and have to get up and do something till I get distracted enough.
Just imagine: Your ceiling fan, fully blasted at level 5 (the fastest) spinning its 'life' away and somehow, someway, the wiring gets loose, the screws come out and ta-da!
Your ceiling fan comes, spinning down, chopping your head off, and (ouch!) slicing through every inch of your body as efficient as your Panasonic MK-G20NR Electric Meat Grinder.
I MEAN, IT'S POSSIBLE RIGHT?! But that's just me. I NEVER put my ceiling fan spinning at 5. 4 is max. For safer option ---> 3
Still look at your 'innocent' ceiling fan the same way? Ooh okay, maybe it's just me being Paranoid. But I stand firm by saying, it's possible!
SO FREAKIN' HEARTLESS. PISSED ME OFF SO BADLY WHEN I SAW THIS. I HOPE THEY DIE THE SAME WAY AS WHAT THEY DID TO THE DOLPHINS! NO. TORTURE THEM SLOWLY BUT PAINFULLY, CAREFULLY, NOT ALLOWING THEM THE PLEASURE OF DYING EVEN!
Narrated by Joaquin Phoenix, this video shows the ANNUAL massacre of dolphins that takes place in Japan. Please go to the Taiji Dolphin Campaign and put a stop to this senseless barbaric practice.
I would feel the same way even if it's a rhino or some ugly creature being killed this way. No creature in this face of the earth deserves to have its life taken in such monstrous manner. Even Saddam wasn't put through this torture before dying. So, please don't give me the crap that I only put this up because it's a dolphin and of its 'oh-so-cute' nature. *roll eyes*
One of the comments left by the viewers:
The Japanese make dolphins to bleed for a slow, PAINFUL death (lasting up to 10 minutes) because when the body is in pain, it releases adreneline, which makes the meat more tasty.
The Japanese love to eat raw horse meat & they do the same thing to the horses to make the raw horse meat more tasty than usual.
How is it possible that TWO people ate the exact same stuff for lunch and dinner but ONLY one of them kena diarrhoea?
How, you tell me?!
For lunch we were at TTDI, wanting to have our regular dosage of auntie's super yummy kon lou pan mee but forgot it was a Sunday and she doesn't open on Sundays. So, settled for this cornershop kopitiam and both of us had the SAME, curry wanton mee.
For dinner, Mr Tay, Mr Tay 2, and I had chinese dishes - steamed fish, chicken and vege. So again, we ate the SAME stuff.
By midnight I was starting to have tummyaches. I was turning around the bed, cringing and holding my tummy, while Mr Tay was nicely snoozing away. Couldn't stand it any longer, I hit the loo by 2.15 am. Got out at 2.30am and went back to bed and waited (and expecting) for Mr Tay to go thru the same shit (pun intended :P) but no, he was fine!
Then, the second wave of pain hit me sometime later. The first thing that I did when I was done, was to check the time. 5am!!! %!&^!$#! Might as well not sleep anymore. Turned to look at Mr Tay. Silently screaming inside, how come you didn't kena!
Then came morning, while getting ready to work.
Girl: I diarrhoea 2 times last night. Boy: I know, heard you got up the first time. Girl: Must be the curry wanton mee. Boy: How can... I ate the same thing what.
... listening to the Mat Sallehs talk about our country.
This morning, I walked into the elevator filled with blue-eyed blondes of both females and males.
Blondie #1: How was your first day man? Blondie #2: Yeah, it was alright. Started slow but picked up pretty fast. How's yours? Blondie #3: * interrupted* Hey, how much was your cabfare? Blondie #1: Mine? It was a 30. Blondie #4: 30?! We came in a cab together, it was only a 21. Blondies #2, 3, 4, 5: Hahahahaha! Blondie #6: Ya' know, when I first came here, I never really bothered with the cabfare. But after sometime, I'd make sure I'd ask first before hopping in. Blondie #1: Ya man, it's always irregular?? The same destination and distance could have a difference as much as RM15 sometimes? Weird.
Hee hee hee. Kena tipu punya case la
I wonder whether all ASEAN countries are like that? When I was in Cambodia, the prices for the tuk-tuk rides could be negotiated as well. And prices there were all in USD. Never, NEVER assume it is cheap to buy stuff in Cambodia. In fact, we (mr tay & i) felt we were much richer when we were in Bali. Bali was a great fun. I loved it there and wouldn't mind going again
Speaking of beach holidays, 3 more months to Phuket and PhiPhi! And 26th
Girl: Damnnnnn... I would love to be on the island. I mean, I could just stay there forever and ever. No need to rescue me.
Boy: You SURE you want to stay there? Knowing you, you'd get bored within the first week.
Girl: I won't la! I get to sun tan everyday. Eh no, make it twice a week coz if not, kena skin cancer not good also. Mmmmm, what else. I get to catch my fish, collect oysters by the sea shores, get to climb trees to collect papayas, get to wash clothes and hang them in a line with strong cool breeze blowing over them. Wow, I am like a jungle girl la!
Boy: *shake head* Siao.
Girl: Then hor, can build sandcastles. Go hunting for food just like Locke... wildboars! Every day can run around the forest, wearing minimal clothes, so syok. Then suka-suka, go down The Hatch, back to civilization a bit.
Boy: So fun hor? What if when you are sleeping and The Others sneaked in and take you away?
Intelligent Girl: Oh. My island and my version of LOST doesn't have The Others one. Plus there will be unlimited supplies of sanitary pads.
Mom has been coughing for days. So, we took her to this clinic in Sungai Siput, further up from Ipoh. She said, it would be a quick one, so she and my brother went down while dad and I waited in the car.
Firstly, the drama started when my brother came to the car to take his driving license. My mom doesn't carry her original IC, instead, she carries along the photostated copy.
Then, we realised it was taking quite long. My brother came to the car, asking for extra money, complaining how expensive it was - RM105. Just for cough you know.
I damn mm kam yuen, stormed out of the car and went straight into the clinic, demanding a breakdown of the charges. The nurse kept insisting that the total amount was RM105 and that we should pay. So, I kept insisting I want to see the breakdown before paying.
After arguing back and forth, she roughly scribbled on piece of paper:
RM35 - Consultation Fee RM35 - Injection RM35 - Medicine
KNN... my mom and I were both so pissed.
First of all, he refused to accept my mom's VALID photostated IC, instead, he demanded my brother's driving license first before he could see her. I was furious when I knew about this, because it has been stated clearly in the papers that photostated IC is a valid document now. And SINCE WHEN DO YOU NEED TO SURRENDER YOUR IC / DRIVING LICENCE TO SEE A DOCTOR? THE MOST IS DURING REGISTRATION AND IT WILL BE GIVEN BACK TO YOU!
Secondly, my mom argued that since he wasn't a specialist he has no right to charge a consultation fee.
Even so, there was a list of guidelines on the consultation fees on the clinic board stating: - Minor RM15 - Intermediate RM 25 - Major RM 35 - 75 My mom was just having a cough and how could it possibly be a MAJOR consultation? Tell me what's minor then?! And fuck, tell me la... cough needs injection ah?
So, we were arguing back and forth - mom refusing to pay unless he reduced it to RM15 on the consultation fee while he refused to give us back my brother's driving license!!! KNNCCB!
So, told my dad to get a policeman over. It was only right to do so because he had no right whatsoever with-holding my brother's driving license. I rationalized this with my mom, right from the start, the blardy cibai of a doctor already planned to con us. My mom was the patient, why should he be holding my brother's driving license instead?!?
While waiting, mom went next door and asked the fellas about this doctor, and they even asked her why did she go and see him instead of the one opposite the road??? Said something about this doctor charging super expensive. There you go.
15 min later, dad came with a Malay policeman and an Indian plainscloth detective. To ease with the communication flow it seemed, since the doctor was an Indian. The Policemen went in and talked to the doctor and mom and dad joined in later. The policeman screwed some sense into him and it reached a point when the doctor said, ok he accepts the RM80.
Then you know what happened? He shouted at my mom, asking her to "GET OUT OF MY CLINIC! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE HERE ANYMORE. EARLY MORNING YOU ARE GIVING ME THIS KINDA PROBLEM!" All these infront of the policeman somemore.
My mom lagi la. SHE MELETUP! She shouted back at him saying how could he be so UNPROFESSIONAL and how could he treat a patient like that. I was observing the policeman and righto, he was nodding his head.
We got the medicine, and our RM20 change back and while walking back to our car with the policeman, we could hear the cibai doctor shouting some cibai nonsense which I couldn't comprehend. Told him, it wasn't right of him to withhold my brother's driving license and that it wasn't the money or that we couldn't afford to pay but more of the feeling of being conned to fork out RM105 for a cough check-up while in KL, it's only half the price.
POLIKLINIK AMAN 9, Taman Heawood, 31100 Sungai Siput, Perak Dr N. Kanapathy
Just a short entry to let you know that I am typing this in the car while daddy is driving us all to Ipoh! No plug points needed, just the modem and your lappie
Anyway, those who think it's cool to use the emergency lanes to speed, think again. There was a huge commotion just now where TWO police cars came speeding behind us and stopped at the emergency lanes with a whole lane of cars being asked to stop. Subarus, BMWs, Hondas, semua kena So, becareful on the roads ya.
And I just woke up from a nice loooong sleep. I LOVE SLEEPING IN THE CAR! It is probably the best feeling ever. EVER. It's like when the car is moving, and you close your eyes to sleep, you get the rock-a-by-baby feeling. Mr Tay said, "You small time, deprived of 'buaian'. Mommy never cradled you enough." I think so too. Ok, that's all for now.
Bought the red top and skirt for my Mom while browsing at Blook during lunch time just now. I LOVE the details on the skirt! My phone camera of below 2.0 MP just doesn't do justice to it! Anyway, I will post up pics of her in this outfit later
I am speedi driving home later after work. Home-cooked food for dinner later! Kai kai with family later! But most importantly, I have durians waiting for me later!
