The tale of 2 cockroaches.

It's no big secret I despise cockroaches.

I mean, how could anyone learn to like em? It's mind-boggling-ly fast, it's brown, and it flies.
It's like having a shiny, brown flying turd buzz around with such high velocity to make you scream out all your great-grandparents name in the pitch of Minnie Ripperton when she sings 'Loving you'.

Ahem.

So, basically, I was back home in Shah Alam for the weekends, and it occured on a Sunday night. I was planning to get back to campus on Monday morning, and I had a test around 10am. (Which I barely studied for)

So, I was sleeping la, around, 12am or so? And it was so hot, and stuffy in my room. It's like sleeping in a small square shaped space, with poor ventilation, with the ceiling fan recycling the hot air around it, and throwing steamy air right back at you at high speed.
And then, I felt something creeping on my legs, but I sorta dismissed it, for an itch.

It became more prevalent, and I leaped out of bed. Not the way Mulan jumps. More like when Danny DeVito jumps over a ledge when he's chased by bad guys. Not to imply that I'm fat and short. (any titterings will be met with cruel injustice of the syringe)

Zoomed ahead to the switches, and I turned the lights on. And I looked at my bed, and there wasn't anything on it. I sorta sighed a sigh (what else) of relief, and looked down; and lo and behold, there it was. right next to my small toe, was a huge cockroach.

Quickly opened my door and ran into the kitchen I did. No, I'm not gonna cover it up. I pretty much get chickened by a roach. So, I reached for the Aerosol, and looked for the penyapu lidi. It's basically that broom made out of long, fine sticks, and bound together by a rafia string.

I don't know if it was judgment, or punishments for my past life, but when I reached for the penyapu lidi, then string just gave way, and all the fine long sticks/lidi dropped on the floor!
Wtf wey?!

I cursed till the cows came home, and just decided to pick as much of lidis as I can, and held it with my hands. Wasn't much, but, who cares. It came to the point, I just fumigated my room with the aerosol spray. When I went in to check whether it was dead, my somewhat sensitive ears (it is true, that when you face imminent danger, your senses boost tenfold) picked up the sound of the roach flying behind me.

Do note, that I sprayed the aerosol on the floor of my room. (And it was quite oily)

I ran out of my room again and tripped on this oily floor, and fell on my side. Needless to say I had a bruised hip for like 3 days. ouch. Imagine, a small critter able to kick me out of my room effortlessly. Twice!

Oh, and what happened to the penyapu lidi I held in my hand? I let go of it when i fell, and it now laid strewn IN MY ROOM!

Sorta had to crawl out of my room there, and headed back to the kitchen. Gathered the lidis and tied a rafia string tightly. And that's when another roach appeared. It was just laying there quietly at the corner of the kitchen, minding it's own business actually. But, the pain, suffering and humiliation had made a brute outta me.

Without spraying the aerosol, I moved in for the kill, smashing its exoskeleton repeatedly with my brutal... smashing? So, the kitchen corner was taken care of. Poor guy, when I think about it now. It was merely in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

One down, another to go. Headed back to the room, for the bane of my sleeptime. And there it was on the floor, weakened by my superior aerial apparatus of amazing-ness. (the aerosol la) And it was sorta wiggling, and half dizzy.

I knew it was now or never. It was big, and I sorta still feared it. Chanelled my energy, I did, and brought forward all thoughts that made me very angry, to combat fear. Forget happy thoughts, angry was the new black.

Ran in and gave it my first blow!

(thought of the time I ran out of coffee sachets in the midst of studying for STPM)

SMACK!

(the time an idiot irritated me with his non-existent wit)

SMACK!

(the time my car got hit by another)

SMACK!

(the time I slipped and fell on the floor which was like, 15 minutes ago)

Quadruple-embedded-strength WHACK!

and there it lay... still moving. I was panting like mad, and sweating; also like mad. (never really understood the term, but wth)

Easily disposed of it and I saw a standing fan in the living room. Plugged it in my room, mopped the floor, cleaned the areas, and yes, collected the lidis, and I went to sleep, feeling so damn proud of myself.

(sorry, the epilogue sounded dry; I just ran out of juice)

Yay. No,seriously. Yay!

Finally, after a month after scavenging, cajoling, crawling, battling, begging, pleading, and such.

(no, I wasn't negotiating an increase on my monthly allowance with my parents)

Class tests are finally over!! Yea!
For the past 4 weeks, the denizens of Nursing 2008 were subjected to murderous, villainous class tests. Such was the scheming terror they had, they ambushed us with such evil ingenuity.

Well, it was partially my fault that I confused dates in the timetable.

But all in all, it wasn't a messy affair. Managed to answer most of the questions.

We have a new PM. Well, Mr. Najib, good luck. That's all I'm gonna say.

The tests. ZE TESTU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

With the flurry of tests I had to go through these past few weeks, would've just made an entire Paris civilization stop making love.

It was THAT anticlimatic.

Class tests here. Class tests there.

Communicable disease, Microbiology, Parasitology, Pharmacology, Anatomy, Physiology...

Suicidalogy.

Massacre-ology.

Shoot-ology bunnies-logy.

Anyway... there were too many tests, that it was really taking its toll on the denizens of N108.

Friend: What's cholera?

Me: Err.... A disease?

Friend: Of?

Me: Well, they'll get diarrhoea, and rice-watery stools... And dehydration's the main cause of death kan?

Friend: Eh, how you spell *cirit-birit* ah? (ignoring my answer to her question)

Me: D-I-R-R-H-E... eh wait...
D-I-A-R-R-H-E-A?
Ey (to the class) how to spell diarrhoea??

after getting the answers;, and wasting 10 minutes in that process due to unnecessary gabbling and poobahs...

Friend: So, what's cholera?

Me: A type of fish?

Well, the tests weren't so bad. Just had a run it with some cough and sniffles... But I shall be fine! Thou shalt smite germs with thou's trusty sterile Forceps and alcohol swabs!

And, end.

It's an epidemic.

Sneeze, cough, rub nose, cough, sneeze, snot dripping.

Yep, doesn't make a Saturday get any better than this.

I have to make a long write up. Too many short posts, makes the readers think I've gone superficial. (yes, iknowtherearentanyreadersSTFU)

Sigh, it's finally come down to this. Talking to myself.

Oh who gives nuts anyways....

The Perak thing has gotten way over hand la.
Will the Opposition and Government, please put down your bloody pitchforks-for-tongue & acid-for-saliva and get on with how to make Malaysia a better place to live in...

I wanted to write something here, but i sneezed 5 times, and I forgot the point.

Too many demonstrations going around here... Too many out-of-this-world assemblies! Too many motorcycles on the streets. Too many health conscious people jogging in the park, thus distrupting my run. Oy! go back home and be fat la! Sigh. Why do KL-ites have to be so health conscious?

As for the Rempits, am I allowed to disable their brakes so that when they pull up onone wheel, and they'll somehow fall backwards and die escape unharmed?

Yes; this cold is making a sadist outta me.

The country seems to be in the midst of chaos, yet it's still on the superficial level. I just hope it won't escalate. Don't want them to declare a state of emergency. Which mamak shop am I supposed to patronize after that?

And, I love 'If this isn't love' by Jennifer Hudson. Yes, I know this song is a few weeks/months old... took me long enough to hear it, so, shut yer traps.

And I need coffee....

Oshkoshbegosh!

A look at my timetable for this semester induces squirells to kill and devour their young. It's just that scary.

A look at the 'Nutrition and Dietetics' course's timetable induces rabbits to multiply. So damn productive. They sometimes start class at 4pm. 4-(What the hell am i supposed to do in between)-PM!!!! ARGH!

And I'm slaving over here... with 9am to 5pm classes. The only solace is that it passes quite quickly; and a week in Bukit Jalil is, like... fast. (sue me for not having any suitable adjectives... my vocabulary has been 'blah' these couple of days)

Turns out I'm gonna be posted in Tung Shin Hospital again, for 8 weeks, starting in April.

gah.

And, that's how a month of IMU has brought me down to. I need coffee damnit. Not the 3-in-1. Strong, mocha espresso, topped with ice-cream, full-cream, whipped-cream, and... a cherry. For the glucose level.

Sem 2.

Okay, so now I’m officially a semester 2 student. Nahh, I’m still in my first year, so, I’m practically still a freshman there, so to speak. Just when I thought I could really focus on extra curricular activities this time, IMU slaps me with my timetable for this semester.

The concentration of our classes per day was so high each of us needed to be resuscitated due to excess amount of foams forming at the mouths. I needed to be called back from the other world, but that’s another story.

So, basically, this semester, I’m learning:

Health Assessment – the art and science, of assessing a patient, to deliver nursing care. No, it’s tough. Yes, it’s subjective. And no, I do actually like the class. There’s one session where we learn bout breast examinations. No, that’s not why I love this module. I’m too young to be a dirty old man.

Pharmacology for Nurses – This is where we study the medications. How, why, where, when, who and such. Effects of the meds, reactions, side effects, and so on. It’s too heavy at some areas, but, boleh la. Paracetamol anyone?

Basic Medical Sciences : This is basically my anatomy, physiology and biochemistry. Learning about the renal (kidney) system, bones, muscles, and all that jazz this time. Specificity in the parts of the body is stressed here, since we have to learn about the diseases arising from different parts of the body next semester.

Microbiology and Parasitology for Nurses – well, it’s self-explanatory, this one here. My lecturer asked me to give an example of a parasite. I quietly muttered “He whose face always comes out in the newspapers….” Much to no one’s chagrin I might add.

Nursing for Communicable Diseases – I’m not so sure about this one. I basically thought it’s about nursing people who could talk. But, that’s a little on the loose end… So, I think it’s nursing for infectious diseases… Tuberculosis, blablabla.

*
Well, I guess it’s time to just show a picture of us during the postings. It’s long overdue. Can’t wait for my posting this time. 8 weeks! I’m actually looking forward to it.

Back row (L to R): Toyin, Malathi, Rachel, Ms Lee, Ms Eliza, Dr MB, Praveena, Me.

Front row (L to R): Calvin, Caryn, Shi Yee, Kelly.

Lost.

Just before starting the 1st day of my second semester, a bad news hit most of us ex-SMKSSAAS 6th formers real bad on the face.

We're all familiar with newspapers, aren't we? Often times, we'll read bout the fluctuating petrol prices, sales, and if from Harian Metro : 'Remaja skodeng nenek mandi'.

And quite often, we'd read bout murder, kidnap, and ransom demand cases. I don't tune out, but rather just shake my head and wonder what's the world coming to. 5 minutes later, I'd forget about it, and move on with my life.


But, on Sunday, the feeling I experienced reading about a kidnap cum murder story, OF A FRIEND, is something I will never forget.


I had just gotten a text message saying a friend of mine from STPM had passed away. Shocked, I was... But... the underlying reason behind his demise shocked me further. The cause, reason behind his death came out in the Monday newspapers.


Guramardev Singh, or Dev, we affectionately knew him, was a friend to all of us. He, (some girls would put it), had a cheeky smile, which radiated on his face. He was a friendly guy, someone polite, someone good. I may not have been his closest friend, but, it's a shock nonetheless to find someone I know, someone decent, be robbed of his life.


I was, furious. Yes, extremely furious, when 3, not 1, not 2, but 3 other fucking Newspapers flashed the title 'Mayat Warga Asing ditemui di ladang kelapa sawit'!


Hai, such is the stupidity of such reporters to not thoroughly examine the case, or there might be some reason behind it. I'm just so... tuned out, I can't even string angry words together...


To where ever you are man, I wish you well. I know you're in a better place. Rest in peace.

I'm bored.

judging by the overflowing comments I got on my return; I'd say a whole lotof you miss me out there. (Yes, I'm still as sarcastic as ever, I think)

Anyway, Edwan, the Tasmanian Devil, in more ways than one... tagged me. He decided to pull me in his boredom-ness whirpool thingy.

So, here goes....

1. Do you think you're HOT?
Well, some people think so, so, let's go with a yes. ;)

Upload your favourite picture (s) of you:

3. Why do you like that picture?
I photoshopped the hell out of it. Lack of pimples, better proportioned teeth, slightly smaller nose. No, the budgie's real. And awesome.

4. When was the last time you ate pizza?
Last Sunday. How is this crucial?

5. The last song u listened to?
Norah Jones - Turn me on

6. What are u doing rite now besides this?
wondering what possesed me to do a tag, and uploaded a picture of me, for that matter!

7. What name would u prefer besides yours?
I'm partial on Jason. Or... John. Or Darren. But Chakra's fine.

8. People I Tag:
I'm not tagging anyone... Sue me.


(Normal blogging will resume after Chinese New Year. Sorry for the fillers)

2009

Yes HELLO! HI! I'm still alive, thank you for asking!

Blogging will resume after Chinese New Year. I'm busy enjoying the holidays, and am just too tired to blog.

This? Well, this is a social call.

So, see you guys soon, and Happy Chinese New Year to all of you celebrating!

New year resolutions? Blog more, laugh more, eat less, and kill more roaches.

My 2 sen on the Yoga hullabaloo

I'm not gonna say anything.

It's funny, ridiculous, and utterly disappointing statement from an important official who didn't bother to do a research (actually going to observe a yoga class in session would be out of the question, no?)

Well, I actually said something about it la. Couldn't resist.

What do you guys think about it? Share, spill, dish, and say.