Goodbye Lover

The. Craziest. Thing.

Happened. Today.

After lunching with Minch & Jings, I decided to do my Zohor prayers at the mosque next to my house since I was running out of time. Before I did my ablution, I got this sudden urge to pee, so I rushed to the closest cubicle to take a leak (excuse the depth of information). Then as I was hurrying, my freaking phone slipped out of my freaking pocket and freaking fell into the freaking bowl! The freaking toilet bowl! And it's not the kind of toilet bowl you sit on, rather the kind you squat over! Talk about a lucky day.

Anyways, despite being in the mosque, the first 3 words that came out of my mouth were, "F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!". I mean, I remember going absolutely bonkers over the phone before buying it, and it was barely 6 months old before it took the dive. So, without even thinking, I shoved my arm into the toilet hole and fished frantically for the phone. I shoved & shoved, but nothing could be felt. So I went flat on the floor and shoved again. Still. Nothing. So I gave up. And it was only after I decided to give up that I realized what I was doing.

"My arm's in a freaking toilet bowl!"

Suddenly, my tactile sensation came gushing back into function. All of a sudden, I could feel the squishy, soft muck on the pads of my fingers to the detail and when I pulled my arm out, the icky feeling of sliding skin against slippery goo amplified by n-fold. I took a look at my arm and found faint brownish yuck-yucks on my skin & sleeves. Oh, did I mention the glorious fume of feces overwhelming my olfactory center?

I panicked.

Quickly, I hurried to the ablution area, cleaned my arm and ran back to the car where Minch & Jings were waiting patiently.

Minch: Eh, so fast ah?

Nada: My freaking phone dropped into the toilet bowl la! I tried digging for it but I couldn't reach it. Now I'm covered in shit. Send me home please.

J&M: Hah?!!

So off we zoomed. 30 minutes later, I was 99.9% shit-free.

And oh, just so you know, I think all this is karma.

Before I bought this phone i.e. the Nokia Supernova 7610, I was using the basic 'for-technology-illiterate-moms-&-dads-only' Nokia 1110. I swore loyalty to the 1110 then. I promised him I would be by his side, pressing all the right buttons on his sturdy, firm body until death did us part.

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I thought we were forever...

Then the Supernova came along. He was clearly more attractive than 1110 - he had a sleek, shiny body, he's coloured, he takes pictures and he sings in true tone. It was lust at first sight. So I left 1110 for him. But I should've known better than to ditch a simple guy for a metro. Because now I've realized that metro guys are shit. They'd rather dive into a shit hole than stay true to you.

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You made me believe in looks

So hear my call, 1110. I'm sorry for being a superficial slut. I never meant to hurt you that way, but I guess, we're just not meant to be. But for what it's worth, what we had? It felt real. To me, at least. So, thank you for the times we had together. I miss you.

As for you, Supernova, I hope you're happy wherever you are. There's no place holier than the mosque you could possibly bury yourself in. So God bless your stainless steel keypad.

...Guess I'm back to using basic phones.

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The New Annoyance

As the exams near, my spending habits go berserk and my tolerance for annoying people plummet.

One particular specie of people that has been annoying me lately is the 'send-a-friend-request-to-people-you-don't-even-know-on-social-networking-account' specie. Seriously, how big of a loser are you to add strangers on your Facebook/Myspace/wtv just so your friend count goes up?

I don't mind making new friends - but only with genuine ones. If you're only out there to boast your popularity with the number of friends you have, then please bring your circus elsewhere. There's a reason why the list is called your "FRIENDS" list...not your "SOME STRANGER BECAUSE 1000 FRIENDS MAKE ME COOL" list.

It's a shame that I'm doing this but situation calls. I present you, "The Asocial Bitch's Guide to Making Friends on Facebook etc":

1. Add people you know.

2. Add people who know you.

3. If you want to make new friends:

a) Be genuine about it. Befriend for good reasons.

b) Intro-freaking-duce yourself. What's the point of you adding a stranger and then keeping quiet? You add, you start introducing. Simple manners, yo.

Fortunately, I'm not that evil. I don't ignore requests promptly. I acknowledge my horrible memory - especially when it comes to names & faces. Hell, I once screamed out B's name out loud in public when the person was actually A. An hour later I realized I just called out the wrong person's name. Anyway, yeah, horrible memory. So in fear that I might just reject an old friend's friend request, I send a message to the person, asking who the person is.

And check this out. Top 3 answers that never fail to make me constipated:

- Oh, I don't know you too.

- Just adding *wink*

- Sorry. Who are you?

If you didn't go 'wtf' at those replies, then hats off to you for having very high tolerance for rudeness/wtf-ness.

Sigh.

On a lighter note, here's a doodle I did during a lecture (touched up on Adobe Photoshop of course). This would probably annoy the surgeons since some things are missing and the organs are sooooo out of scale. But I guess, this is what they call...*choke*...art? Lol. Have a great week ahead, guys. Don't tread through mud like I did :)

Baby Therapy

Sorry for the long silence. Have been busy competing with midwives at the labour ward to deliver babies. Yes, medicine is a brutal field especially when you're still in the learning phase. You actually fight with other students so you can cut a woman's vagina, you cheer when you find out a patient is getting her uterus removed and what's worse, you do this not entirely for the patient's sake, but to get your logbook signed.

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But all that brutality and unethical ways stem from a good cause - the thirst for knowledge. While we feel extremely sorry for the patient & his/her family, we are thankful we crossed paths because now, future patients need not trod down the same miserable pathway the sick patients did. God bless.

Okay, back to the main topic. Baby therapy is the new retail therapy...minus the consequences of getting broke.

2 nights ago, I delivered my first placenta at the labour ward. Invigored with the excitement to conduct more deliveries, I scouted around the ward to look for more women to conduct deliveries on. I decided to monitor a multigravida (pregnant for many times) in Room 5 since women of this group deliver faster than primids (pregnant for the first time). So I sat in and let her hold (or rather squeeze reaaaaallyyyyyyy tightly) my hand while she experienced contractions.

"Doc, I feel like taking a shit," she said - a sign that the baby was ready to make its grand "Hello world!" entrance. So I got Daniel, who was on-call with me that night, to get the nurse to assist with the delivery.

And of all nurses to call, he had to call the grumpy one. Pft!

She walked in with a tired, angry face and told the patient harshly to hold the baby in.

I asked her nicely if I could deliver the baby - I swear I asked her nicely - but she decided to totally ignore me and deliver the baby herself. After the baby was out, she raised her voice at another nurse to get the baby cleaned.

Hell yeah, I was unhappy! I actually felt the duty of care for the patient and to get that sense of duty robbed off just like that really left a bitter taste in my mouth.

So, overwhelmed with dissatisfaction, I decided to follow the other nurse to the baby room. I just had to get the hell out of there.

When the door to the baby room opened, I was welcomed by 5 newborns, all pink, crying and wrapped up in blood-stained blankies. The nurse asked if I would like to clean the baby and I jumped at the offer.

The baby, whom I shall call Baby from this point forth, was the most well-mannered baby I have ever attended to. While I was wiping the muck & blood off his tiny body, he stayed perfectly quiet, occasionally opening his eyes to take a peek at the new world he was welcomed into.

"Eh, you're such a good boy la Baby! Ha? You know that? You're a very good boy!" I said to him in that irritating high-pitched voice adults always use when talking to a baby - AS IF the little thing understands. He cooed back.

After I wiped him clean, the nurse took him to get his vaccinations and weight/length measured. Then he was put in a cot along with all the other newborns - one being a total attention seeker. Cried at the top of her lungs like she was having menstrual cramps then kept completely still when someone stood by her. But it's okay, because I just found out I love spoiling little babies with excessive amounts of attention. I poked at their cheeks, rocked them playfully and spoke to them in that irritating tone, deluded by the idea that they could understand me.

30 minutes in the baby room killed all anger. After saying my goodbyes to the adorable little things, I ended my on-call a happy wrath-free person.

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Thank you little ones! I shall remember this experience for as long as my memory serves me and I hope we cross paths in the future even if we won't recognize each other.

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Baby photo source

Tagged by Cikgu

Oh I'm such a sport! Haha. Thank you Cikgu for tagging me. May this tag trigger more entries.

1.Your friends always call you...

- Nada

- Shazzy Ferrouche

- Gee Hin

- Datin

- Nadalina

- Nandos

- Pookie (and I call her Mark)

- Nadot

2. Do you love your friends?

- No. Love is for family & God.

3. What do you know about yourself, and even your friends do?

- I'm either dramatic or mute

- I'm either metal or Britney

- I like older men (40-65 years of age) with crows feet, white hair, a stubble, a goatee and central obesity.

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Helloooooo Pak Cik~

4. What do you know about yourself, but your friends don't?

- I'm Gossip Girl.

5. What don't you know about yourself, but your friends do?

- Recently someone said I'm intimidating.

- Someone else said I have a variant of PMS - persistent menstrual syndrome.

- How the back of my head looks like.

6. What song best describes you?

- Incubus' New Skin in that I believe every person/society has the potential to renew & break out from an ugly situation. Damn, that almost felt like Dalai Lama.

I shall be a bitch and not tag anyone. This is for Cikgu :)

Bulan Puasa Je?

Salam Ramadhan!

Nak berceramah sikit ni. Jangan ketawa!

Bulan puasa ni, banyak beno gelagat aneh aku nampak...budak-budak buka puasa dengan merokok lah, budak-budak 'meng-Gossip Girl' dalam masjid lah...macam-macam lah. Tapi satu je yang betul-betul menggelikan hati aku:

"Weh, aku tak join ko clubbing ah bulan ni. Bulan puasa dowh. Lepas raya aku join."

Heh.

Macam mana nak cakap ni. Aku sebenarnya ada juga hormat kat golongan di atas ni. Paling koman pon, diorang sanggup korbankan clubbing untuk menghormati bulan puasa...tapi niat nak sambung balik lepas puasa tu...entah. Kalau dah tau salah tu, tak payah lah nak buat lagi. Ni bukan benda remeh macam korek hidung atau layan Melodi masa puasa...ni benda besar yang sah-sah haram macam clubbing, minum arak etc. Kalau nak buat baik tu, biar kekal. Jangan buat baik untuk sebulan, pastu sambung menghina agama lepas raya. Tuhan bukan nampak kita masa bulan Ramadhan je, bro.

And this applies to me too. Aku cukup sedar aku kuat mencarut, cepat naik angin dan senang sawan lepas dengar suara merdu sakti Brandon Boyd...tak masuk lagi cara aku gelak macam hantu. Jadi kita semua sama-sama cuba berubah :)

Wah, bangga gila aku dapat tulis dalam 98% Bahasa Malaysia. Walaupun tak sepuitis penulisan Barney-Teng-Teng-Teng, aku tetap puas hati. Maka, sempena entry pertama dalam 98% Bahasa Malaysia ini, saya mempersembahkan tayangan perdana lukisan/contengan saya di blog ini!

Terimalah..."Eh eh...Hang Tau Dakkk?!":

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Dengan ini, marilah kita mengurangkan mengumpat/memfitnah/menggibah semasa dan selepas bulan puasa. Yang mendengar tu, katakan Tak Nak!