Life (and death)...
My life as a Malaysian doctor in the United States.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Think about friends past, and friends now. Weird friends. Like one of my buddies here who for the longest time (until 2 years ago) thought that Santa Claus and mommy were having an affair in that song, I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus. He's a nephrology trainee now. But I hate to think what that did to his childhood. Shudder.
Family. Those gone, and those new. For some reason, this year I've been thinking about my late Grandpa a lot. He passed away in his sleep, while I was away in Canada for undergraduate medschool. Though we never talked much due to the language difficulties, I think he was immensely proud of us. I wish I could have said a proper goodbye. Or to tell him the family's doing well. Though somehow, I have a feeling he knows.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Though I'm not American, and don't really understand this celebration, I celebrate anything that gives me a day off work. And thankfully this year I'm not on hospital service, hence the words 'weekends' and 'holidays' actually have meaning.
Thanksgiving, as I understand it, something to commemorate the turkeys discovering the New World and having the Indians over for pretzels and booze, which the pilgrims made from fermented socks. Something like that.
Anyway. Besides being thankful for having a day off work, I'm thankful for other things too. For my beautiful white Jaguar XJ220. For the mansion I live in. For the 4 gorgeous Playboy bunnies I call my girlfriends. Oh wait. That was just a dream.
Seriously though. I'm not quite sure I deserve all these blessings (and more), but I do give thanks for the wonderful things in my life now. For the strange sequence of events that led me to my career here in this amazing medical center. The opportunity to do what I love doing at work. For my incredible family whom I miss so much. My supportive, sometimes crazy, always funny friends here in Rochester and in Chicago, who make my work, and this small town, so much more liveable that it almost feels like home. For my dear friends back home, in UK, NZ, whom I no longer get to see, with whom I share so many warm memories and good times that they're still very much part of me even though we're so far apart. For my health. For my wealth (all fifty-dollars-ninety-five cents of it). And most of all, for the love of my live, Veronica.
Monday, November 21, 2005
Too much free time
But anyway. Thanks to the wonders of sitemeter, I have been able to track the numbers.
So, who ARE you people? From Chandler, Arizona. Edinburgh. Moscow. Numerous from Malaysia, Singapore. Leave me a note, or something.
Also able to see the referral source. Which led me to find some blogs that linked me. People I've never interacted with.
Kembang only, especially when I found this one blog (thanks for inflating my ego):
Waaaah. The Pro's. I'm included in that list. What an honour, man (who cares if I didn't deserve it? I crave all sorts of attention, being as histrionic as I am). Then again, maybe you meant The Pros. As in, Vagus is shamelessly prostituting himself. Which wouldn't be inaccurate, although most prostitutes are good-looking. And I look like I ran into a reinforced concrete wall when I was a kid.
Anyways. So that got me thinking about how I could increase readership. I could blog about my sexual conquests (except I'd be making stuff up). Perhaps if I changed my blog design. Kinda like that other cyber-narcissist (but looks a lot better than me). Maybe something like: I'm making myself sick. I'll go take my pills now. Or, perhaps I could emulate one of my favourite blogs.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
My flight's all set. I'll be coming back February 12th at 11.15pm. That's right, I'll be home for Valentine's day. Though as usual, short trip only. This time 13 days.
So, can someone say 'Bloggers' Meet'?
Ahem. Anyone wants
(Edited to conform to acceptable social norms)
Friday, November 18, 2005
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
And so it begins
It's snowing! Bleh bleh, hack hack hack.
Guess it was unavoidable. Like death and taxes. And we were lucky in that it didn't snow before Halloween.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Friday, November 11, 2005
Here we go again
The cops now have to wear badges.
"Saya Anti Rasuah"
And it's not even optional, '... or face the wrath of the top brass...' so the Star says.
Firstly, if I was a cop... I'd be deeply insulted by this move. It's kinda like us doctors being made to wear tags like:
"Please remind me to wash my hands after I check your rectum"
"I hate vancomycin-resistant enterococcus" (antibiotic resistant superbug)
This is yet another example of a simplistic yet likely useless approach to combating a problem. We have this habit of starting all kinds of 'campaigns' when we have a problem.
I remember my SPM days in school. My BM tuition teacher gave us tips on essay-writing.
"Start a 'kempen' "
Kempen anti-dadah. Kempen kebersihan. Kempen anti Aedes. Kempen AIDS. Kempen Beli Keleta Ploton. The list goes on.
There was this recent article about this politician who organized a Dengue campaign/talk in some mall in KL. And was disgusted by the poor turnout. Duh. Unless you're U2 or something, don't expect a crowd to come listen.
The point is, how far will these steps go? How interested are the people, in showing up and listening, first of all? How effective is a simple 2-inch plastic badge? Unless if it was a 20-inch shocking pink badge.
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Signs you're getting old..
- You refer to 20-year olds as 'those kids'
- You quit counting your grey hairs but start counting your cholesterol
- Exercise is.... straining to get that last piece of poop out
- You comtemplate picking up cigar smoking, because you know smoking's too late to kill you anyway
- Your dream car isn't that sporty coupe anymore, but a family-sized minivan
- Your idea of a great time out is coffee with good friends
- You find Diane Keaton extremely sexy
- You have friends on Viagra, and you don't find that funny
- People use only one candle on your birthday cake
- Between an extra hour of sleep and nighttime sex, you pick the extra hour
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Chest 2005, Montreal, Canada