Hedonistics Anonymous
Friday, March 27, 2009
KNNCCB x10000000000000I.AM.SO.FREAKIN.MAD.
I'm suppose to be a happy gurl today because later I'll be going to Islamic Cafe for tandoori chicken and cheese naan and I'm also happy because I know that in my fridge I've got the bestest, YUMMIEST lor mai kai (glutinouse rice and chicken wrapped in lotus leaf) that my aunts from S'pore brought back.
I tell you, the lor mai kai is to die for. So freakin yummy can die on the spot writhing from foodgasm. Must be the salted egg yolk they put inside.
Just now when I got home I raided the fridge and I was cussing and and on the verge of hysteria because WHERE THE FUCKING HELL IS MY LOR MAI KAI WHERE WHERE WHERE??!?!?!
Then when my mother came home, she told me she passed it to her friend to steam it for her lunch tomorrow.
WHAT THE FLYINGGGGGGGGGGGGG FUCK OK... ALL 3 OF MY PRECIOUS LOR MAI KAI IS GONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
I told my mum that she's horribly evil person. And she just said, "No more already, what to do?" and walked off.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Labels: rant
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Down dogBobby came down with a bout of food poisoning last week because whenever we off-leash him to do his business, that silly boy would sneak off to the neighbour's house to eat whatever scraps of food being left out for the strays. No matter how much I scream or whack him, he'll still do it, given the chance.
Dumb dog.
I wouldn't care so much if he did not suffer any ill effects from his disgusting snacking habits, but he DID and we had to make two trips to the vet which cost me RM72 for shots, antibiotics and appetite stimulants because Bobby's throat was infected and swollen and he couldn't eat.
If RM72 could cure him on the spot, that money would have been well-spent but nooooooooo... I had to deal with his appetite loss and everyday brought forth the horrible game of Let's Guess What His Royal Highness Would Eat.
He wouldn't eat his raw meat.
He wouldn't eat his kibble. Even kibble soaked in liver soup.
He wouldn't eat bread.
He wouldn't eat yogurt wtf. I tell you, all the yogurt in my fridge is for the dogs. Don't anybody touch them yo.
The only thing he would eat is thoroughly cooked chicken liver and raw eggs.
It was like living with a ultra-finicky lapdog (Iwene, now I know how you fking feel!). Throughout the ordeal, Brandy became the official food disposal unit, often finishing Bobby's food after her own. And I know Bobby's food poisoning didn't come from consuming raw meat because Brandy was fine and dandy all along.
Anywayyyyyyyy Bobby is okay now. Brandy is... fatter now. And I'm poorer now. Boohoo.
P/S: It just occured to me that it would take 14 visits to the doctor for me to rack up a RM72 bill on the old AIA co-payment plan. Thank goodness for company-provided medical insurance.
Labels: bobby, brandy, dog, food poisoning
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Ultimate football betrayalWhen a certain very femes Kuching blogger recently announced that he has switched from being a Chelsea supporter to a MU supporter, I was aghast.
I had this terrigible, horrigible and even vegetable feeling of utmost betrayal. To add injury to the insult, this blogger is a GUY who claimed to have the biggest BALLS on earth. Coconut-size ones, if I do recall correctly.
There are many, many things in life that you can change. You can change your job, your house, your car. You can change your name, your food order, your partner, your hairstyle, your underwear.
But you never ever, ever switch loyalty when it comes to football. Ever. And if you do, God have mercy on your traitorous soul.
I know some people choose to support a team because of peer pressure. Maybe for a girl, it could be because her boyfriend is a football fan, or this particular team happen to have an X number of hot players, which is equal to or greater than the sum of Y + Z combined. I know this very well because the very first time I chose to support Liverpool was back in '96. MU beat Liverpool 1-0, David James was the hot goalkeeper and I always had a thing for supporting the underdogs. MU won the game, but Liverpool won my heart. Oh, and it helped that they had hotter players too. David James was bald back then and he looked like Tyson Beckford. Jamie Redknapp was poster boy handsome. Stan Collymore was hot. Patrik Berger was hot. Compared to MU who only had Beckham? Blehhhhhh.
If you think this is a bimbotic method of choosing a football team, let me tell you this: I had an ex who supported Chelsea because his favourite colour is blue. Go figure. Anyway, if it wasn't for Liverpool, I would've supported Chelsea because back then Zola was kinda cute. And Chelsea won me quite abit of money, but that's a story for another day.
Anyway, for the record, I support Liverpool. And Argentina for the World Cup. And when it comes to football, I don't switch sides. Ever.
Labels: football, Liverpool, Manchester United, this is me
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Ken Lee is soooooo yesterdayNo thanks to Kurt's link, I damn near bust my bloody stitches watching this:
Hing you must watch this ok!!!!
And no, I didn't watch it till the end. Don't dare.
Labels: humor, karaoke, korean, Mariah Carey, ROFL, twisted
And ze evil toofz iz out!
The surgery was an anti-climax.
The needle was not as scary as I thought. I've had more painful mouth ulcers.
My dentist is seriously skilled. He was referred to me by a colleague who had a seriously impacted wisdom tooth. All the dentists she went to either refused to take up her case, or referred her to the SGH dental specialist, until one referred her to THIS dentist.
Coincidentally, my gay friend also recommended this dentist to me.
Anyway, the dentist told me that if I went to SGH to get my impacted wisdom tooth extracted, chances are they'll cut through my jaw bone, which would result in serious swelling and extreme pain. He also told me that he never cuts through the jaw bone and as a result of his non-invasive surgery, most of his patients experience zero to extremely mild swelling.
He drilled my tooth into half before extracting the bits separately. From the time I entered the room to when I left, the whole process took roughly 20 mins. I was a nervous wreck. Every time the dentist raised and lowered the chair, I visibly flinched. Every time the dentist brought a new apparatus near my mouth, I clammed up and used my hands to cover my lips.
I remember that when the dentist drilled my teeth, I smelled burning skin. Like "chau tah" smell.
I remember the assistant not really knowing how to hold the saliva sucker thing properly, and I looked like I had a water fountain coming out of my mouth.
I remember emitting a small whimper when I saw the dentist holding the sutures because I've never had stitches before and the idea of some part of my body being sewn up is just... gross.
Obviously I've watched wayyyy too many movies like this one:
The movie in which two teeange girls were invited to attend a party by a stranger online AND THEY ACTUALLY WENT. Look what happened in the end. Hah!
The next shittiest part kicked in when the anaesthesia wore off. It was like... being kicked in the face by a donkey. My whole jaw was ultra-sensitive and painful, and to top it off, the pain gave me a headache. That was when I made ibuprofen 400mg my newest best friend. Sorry mefenamic acid, your 250mg just didn't cut it.
Anyway, I didn't eat anything since my lunch of watery porridge on yesterday till about noon today. Still on watery porridge and mushy disgestive biscuits soaked in hot water, but I did sneak a little chocolate. Not my fault ok, I've gone 24 hrs without a cigarette!
Surprisingly, I'm experiencing minimal pain even without painkillers. I just feel icky when I feel the stitches pull slightly on my gums when I turn my head too fast. Should be able to do semi-solids tomorrow. I'm sick of eating baby food.
Labels: dentist, ibuprofen, impacted wisdom tooth, mefenamic acid, painkillers
Friday, March 13, 2009
For once...I am eating wayyyyyy slower than my sister.
I ordered a large KFC whipped potato for dinner and could only managed to finish half.
It took me nearly an hour to eat four har kau. <-- saddest thing in the world.
I want to eat McVites digestive biscuits but I can't.
I want to eat Cadbury Rum&Raisin dark chocolate but I can't.
I want to eat icecream but I don't know if I can. I don't dare to try also.
Heck, I can't eat anything. :(
Swallowing leads to pain leads to headache.
Warm milk is the only food that doesn't hurt that much when swallowed.
I eat by smushing food against my top right molars with my tongue because my jaw can't fully close.
My tongue is rapidly being chewed to death because I use it as a buffer/cushion between my upper and lower jaw.
I have no idea what to eat. My sister suggested porridge water. I don't want to eat porridge because I cannot stand the thought of floating rice particles trapped between my teeth. Even the graininess of mash potato irritates me. I am seriously considering buying those little jars of baby food. Seriously.
Anyhoo, there's no way I can wait till 23/4 to get my tooth extracted. So I'm scheduling another appointment this afternoon with a private dental practitioner.
GAWD I SUPERHATE NEEDLES POKING MY GUMS!!!!!!! @$#%!@#$!@#
*whimper*
Labels: dentist, impacted wisdom tooth, rant
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Mefenamic acid is my new best friendMy 38 is impacted. That's what the poliklinik dentist calls my stupid wisdom (oxymoron!) tooth.
It freakin hurts, but my cold-hearted parents wouldn't even dream of cooking porridge for me. No, I eat whatver they eat. If I want porridge, I can cook it myself. My mother even attempted to stop my grandmother for cooking porridge for me ok.
Anyway, in the spirit of extreme scrooge-ness, I opted to go to the poliklinik dentist instead of the private one. RM1 for registration, and my surgery + X-ray will cost RM55. So cheap. The downside is the poliklinik is not equipped to handle surgery, so they referred me to the specialist at SGH.
My little surgery is scheduled on the 23rd of next month.
In the meantime, I'm downing 12 antibiotic tablets (Amoxycillin +Metronidazole combo) a day. Plus MA (see title) for pain. I love MA, it actually works better than Synflex. Takes like 96% of the pain away. The lady manning the pharmacy counter drilled it into me 3 times that I absolutely HAVE to finish my antibiotics. HAVE TO. Cannot not finish. Turf lah, lady... I take my medicines religiously ok, some more I can tell you that Amoxycillin sucks. It does nothing for my cough.
Labels: antibiotics, dentist, impacted wisdom tooth, poliklinik
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
First you sign up, then you start upgrading like a manicApart from Mousehunt (ultimate devil's tool!) on Facebook, I'm currently hooked on Travian. It's relatively (read: deceptively) easy to play, doesn't require any download, and most importantly it's FOC unlike the OTHER devil's tool (read: World of Warcraft).
Basically you get a village, and all you have to do is to upgrade your crops, iron, clay, and lumber. Then you upgrade your main building, and build crannies, granaries, and warehouses. You get beginner's protection for the first six days.
Then you get your first attack.
Since you concentrated too much on upgrading your raw materials, you lack the foresight in building a hidden cranny. You watch in disbelief as your 120 lumber, 134 clay, 100 iron and 60 crop suddenly become 0 lumber, 0 clay, 0 iron and 0 crop.
Consumed with burning rage, you fire a message to your attacker: ASSHOLE!!!
And he replies with a contrite: Sorry.
Pacified, you patiently go about rebuilding your little village. Wisely, you construct a cranny to hide some of your stock. You also remember to upgrade your crops before upgrading other things because, y'know, them workers need to eat also yo.
Then the asshole attacks you AGAIN. He gets away with 70 lumber, which is a ridiculously tiny haul compared to the first attack.
Before the third attack, you upgrade your cranny to level 2.
This time, he comes away with nothing.
Feeling smug, you send him a message: Feeling better now?
Somehow he doesn't reply, but you don't really wonder why.
Btw, I'm on Server 7. :)
Labels: Facebook, Mousehunt, online game, Travian
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Learning the value of privacyI get irritated when I come across blog spats/flames/wars and someone eventually blurts out the inevitable "THIS IS MY BLOG! I CAN WRITE WHATEVER I WANT!"
And then when someone else calls the blog owner a stupid cunt, he/she gets defensive with "THIS IS MY BLOG! PLEASE HAVE SOME RESPECT! IF YOU DON'T LIKE WHAT YOU READ YOU CAN GO SOMEWHERE ELSE!"
If you can write whatever you want, then shouldn't your readers have the right to comment however they like? Having a public blog is like opening the doors of your house wide open for anyone to come in. Nice visitors will make pleasant comments. Not so nice ones will diss you to the high heavens and then piss on your couch. But at the end of the day, it's your fault for opening your house doors for public viewing, right?
Nearly 4 years of blogging has taught me the value of privacy. I believe some things should remain sacred: personal family matters, arguments between you and your other half, office-related matters etc. Every time I start a new blog post, I have to ask myself... will this post incriminate me (or anyone else) in any way in the long term?
Sad to say, the answer is usually yes. Which makes for a boring blog, but a more peaceful life without people talking behind your back.
Which is why when sometimes we chance upon something obscenely funny, and my good friend(s) tell me that I should blog about it, I don't. Because I think that issues like, say for example, you being a man trapped in a woman's body should be kept personal. I mean, I know it's just a freakin joke, but somewhere out there, there might an idiot thinking that you're the next Jessie Chung in the making.
And we don't want that do we, honey?
Labels: blog, freedom of speech, privacy, rant
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Sometimes...I wish you were someone else.
