I often

Often would I think...

Of people who are around me...

Of people who are not around me...

Of people who are far away from me...

Often would I ask...

Why does the rich and the poor greed?

Why does corruption prowl in every city corner?

Why does violence one choose in the end?

Often I would think again...

If there is no way to change the selfish mind...

If there is no way to change the ignorant mind...

If there is any way that they would care for once?

-Original piece-

An encounter at KIA

It was a Friday night..probably between 9:15 to 9:30, I was practically enjoying picking bugger out of you know where with the tissue paper while sitting on the toilet bowl doing my business when suddenly...

The door opened...! fuh...ingatkan hantu...anyways...The eyes looked at me.. more than a second.. I had no idea what that person was waiting for...me to shriek?

After a very short oh..sorry sorry!! sorry!

Dengan selambanya I got up from the seat to lock the cubicle door and wanted to continue with the bugger disposal when I heard that person said to the janitor.."kenak nya sik tutup pintu oo?" (why didn't that person close the door?)Arhh...indirectly tells the janitor that I left the door unlocked on purpose...whoo!!

Anyways, after giving a deep thought, which was less than a couple of second...I have come to a conclusion that it was the sling bag that had "unlocked" the door.



The KIA management...should change their locks on every cubicle or screw the locks tightly. The one I was in - the lock was loose.


What a memorable day and


the irony...


I was the victim as well as the flasher.

Ada berak dari bawah?

Yes, it was an incident in the hospital since I'm still at the hospital

Yes...since 11 this morning.

I do not know whether to laugh at the statement or to just keep it to myself. Maybe I'm too serious in correcting one's use of words. (uih..I correct myself and allow others correct me too oh-kay?)

Doctor: Apa khabar pakcik? hari ni okay ah?

Pakcik: erm..urgh...okla..sikit sikit...arh..

Doctor: So, hari ni ada berak dari bawah?

Pakcik: emm...ada tapi berair-air...

I was not eavesdropping...the doctor spoke very loud, he thought all old people a bit pekak so he talked loud loud lo. So, it was not my intention to know if the pakcik "berak dari bawah" or not. I was stunned for a moment...(u know like macam kena lightning and freeze sekejap mcm tu) and then a "huh?" popped up in my head.

That statement is very misleading...it could mean;

All this while Pakcik could have been going...

• dari sebelah kanan
• dari sebelah kiri
• dari belakang
• dari atas?? aaaarrrhhhhhh!!!euuuu!!

I guess the pakcik was too exhausted from the pain to even notice.

I feel bad having to post this because kesian la the pakcik kena like that by the doctor kan? but my main objective here is to criticize some/most of the young practitioners nowadays. They lack empathy. Not very good in BM...so when they talk to Malay speaking patients, they sound funny and lose their credibility because of that.

SO, What's next?
En,Cik,Mr,Mrs,Miss,Tuan,Puan...

ada makan dari bawah?

The profession is noble, not you.

11+1 = 12

12 here means 12 people.

12 people here means 12 practitioners in a 2^nd class ward.

Most are interns. So, when the interns are around = their mentors are around...or should I say amongst the little herd of theirs.

These mentors (I think they are the mentors because they were the ones who did a lot of the talking) I had to guess, because they're without their white robes. The apparel a male teacher would wear to a school but the fella would fail as a teacher. The lady...(no comment-mcm pegi pasar?-still no comment)

There are patients who are not well, why the hell did the 12 of y'all have to come into the room and blaH blaH like nobody's business? To compare this situation to partying at a funeral is basically the same bloody thing.

These doctors are smart but ignorant at the same time. What's the point of becoming a doctor when your job is to save life, to ease 'your' patients' pain when you're discharging a patient who can hardly get up from bed, huh?

This is not the first time...loH.

If you' have admitted my grandfather earlier and gave him better treatment instead of IV drip then discharged him...his condition would not have gotten worst and I would have been able to see him for the last time instead of looking at him lying in the casket! He was my only grandpapa left in the world…

How can you compensate…?

No…there's nothing you can do to compensate.

Red Packets

-In memory of Paul-

Red packet.

Although it is something the one often counts,

but it is not what inside that really counts.

Red packet.

Although the amount to some matters,

but it is the blessing that matters.

Red packet.

Although everyone receives one red packet from grandpapa,

but I received two from my beloved grandpapa.

-An original piece-

White pepper from the beach.

Of all places, I joined some friends at Port Dickson during New Year's Eve to celebrate the year 2010. The place was swarmed with people! Like a Big Day Out except there were no stage etc.

Oh, the fun we had at the sandy beaches. We barbecued chicken, prawns, sausages and happily eating while hearing the rempits blowing their exhaust pipes at the parking lot- craving for attention from the public.

Anyways!

It was my first outing with them. I didn't expect that we lack so many things. I felt sorry for all of us as the trip was not properly planned. So, we enjoyed our meal *crunchh..crunch...crunch..* with some "white pepper" but the thing is, it doesn't taste like pepper.
Wonder what would happen if a big amount of sand is in one's body. Will it be digested or remain in our body as filters like the stones and minerals used to filter water. Then big and small business won't be a stinking business anymore! Yeah, I know I'm being ridiculous.

Luckily enough, I brought along a picnic mat/sheet or whatever people call it or else the beach would tempt me to berguling-guling on the sand like what the actress and actors did in the old old Bollywood film - berguling-guling on the grass.

Reminds me of my onomatopoetic brother who likes to berguling-guling on my parents' bed when he was a kid.

As he rolled all over the bed, Adrian pretends that he was rolling down from a hill. He pretended to scream but softly: "Arhh...gudilah..gudilah...gudilah.." and continues rolling...until he was dizzy.

Anyways, we'll be more prepared next time.