Photographic memories

The sheep's kidney that we disected for bio

With Phui Yan and Benny when Benny was dressed all formal

Benny, Sha-maine, Phui Yan, Jocin and me

I'm from Malaysia lah.

Workers at fast food outlets bother me.



Me : One large set of Chicken McDeluxe, please.

The guy : Hah?

Me : Chicken McDeluxe.

The guy : You want set or burger?

Me : A set.

The guy : Medium or large?

Me : Large.

The guy : Wait ah.

(Takes forever. Chit chats with colleagues and ten minutes later arrives back.)

The guy : Nah.

Me : Thanks.



What's the point of fast food again? You take fifteen minutes to get your meal and you have repeat your order over and over again.


That stupid McDonald's worker. Pisses me off everytime.

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And then there's the hassle to buy a reload card.



Me : A Digi ten dollar reload card please.

The guy : What?

Me : Digi reload card.

The guy : How much one?

Me : Ten ringgit.

The guy : Maxis or Digi?

Me : Digi.

The guy : Nah.

Me : Thank you.



*Sigh*


Malaysia today.

I love my attitude (problem).

If I don't update my blog frequently enough it could be because:


1. I'm plain bone lazy.

2. I'm extremely busy that I can't even find time to eat, talk about blogging.

3. I'm doing the hospital attachment which is super tiring.

4. I'm in New York now, busy shopping like I print cash.

5. I'm helping the children in the war torn countries.

6. I'm dead.


But most if the time, if I don't update it's because of reason 1 and possibly 3.


And I am a lazy person and no one needs to say anything about that. I hate being made to do something I hate to do. (Not that I hate to blog, I'm talking about something completely different here.) I'm not a masochist and you can't boss me around.


Shit. I'm ranting again.


Even if everyone in the world told a claustrophobe that there's nothing wrong being in a confined area, he'd still be afraid to be in a confined area. It's entirely up to him to deal with his phobia. There is probably something wrong with me, but why don't you just accept it and respect me? I am a bewitching bitch by nature, I'm sorry.

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And on a completely unrelated note, I read Tony Parson's, Man and Boy which was really really so good. And here's a quote I love from the book.


Men die younger than women. They catch cancer more often than women. They commit suicide with greater frequency than women. They are more likely to be unemployed than women. But for some unfathomable reason, women are considered the victims.


Aren't I such an anti-feminist?