Doctors Without Manners.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I have an announcement to make:

KLINIK LING IN TAMAN MEGAH SUCKS. DO NOT GO THERE.

The only reason why I hate getting sick since I started working is because I have to go to panel clinics. Panel clinics suck in general, but Klink Ling is at the top of the suck pile.


I should have known the moment I entered the clinic. It is a fairly large one, with more seats than the average clinic (yes I've been to quite a few in my lifetime) but there was NO ONE there. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Mei you. Tarak.

I got called into the consultation room pretty quick to a DR. LEE SIH SHAN. She is a giant bitch who looked as if she ate the second most giant bitch in the world and realised too late it is expired and pickled.

As I entered I said hello, which was greeted with a blank stare. I took my seat and waited for her to say something, and was taken aback when she stared harder and said, "So?"

So, I described my ailments as her eyes glazed over with utmost interest and she poked about my ears, tongue, etc. and concluded that I have contracted a virus.

"What virus is this?" I asked. She gave me a 'you-stupid-bitch' look and retorted, "There are so many virus in the world, how you expect me to name one?"

Right. I was brave enough for another attempt. "How did I get this virus?"

A more intense, fiery 'you-stupid-stupid-bitch' stare. "From anywhere lah. The air, environment."

Oh, so I've contracted a virus, not just ANY virus, from ANYWHERE.

Gee, it could be a Trojan virus since I'm around laptops a lot.


She proceeded to mumble about the medicine that she was gonna give me, such as a medicine for my headache, a medicine for my sorethroat, and so on. Then she stared at me again.

"That's all?" I asked.

A curt nod.

Oooh if only I didn't need a medical certificate from her I'd have given her a piece of my mind. I have never felt so insulted in my entire life in 2010.

DR. LEE SIH SHAN, just because your vagina hasn't been touched in a long, long time, it doesn't give you the license to act like one. Unless you graduated from the Univaginasity of Giant Lonely Vaginas in Vaginology.

You are a smelly, dusty vagina that even hobos don't want to be associated with.

Go F yourself. Oh wait, you probably already are.

P.S. Found her on Facebook. She has a whopping total of 26 friends. Someone please give her a 'Loveliest Person with the Sweetest Smile' award now!

Raison d'être?

It's been a while since I touched, or even thought about my blog.

Today I watched Julie & Julia. I enjoyed it a lot, and it made me wonder about the possibilities of making something big out of simply writing in a blog.

This is the reason why I kept giving up on my blog. I start one hoping to bring some meaning into it, rather than just random rambles about what I ate today or what 'kawaii' top I bought at a cheap price. But then it eventually becomes a chore, because inspiration comes to me only as the rain comes to the desert.

Anyway. I've always liked writing. I suppose what I want to do now is to find a short-term goal to tie the posts in my blog to. To give me a sense of purpose, that what I write is working towards something meaningful. Otherwise I'd be stuck in a perpetual cycle of re-editing a post at least 10 times (literally) before I can be merely satisfied with it.

I don't want my new projects to be left half-baked like my pathetic Grade 5 piano skills and my one year of learning French.

Ideas anyone?

Or is anybody still reading this blog that hasn't been updated for at least half a year now?