Siansation...

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

...is when your super old dog, unable to control its bladder, pees in the middle of your room floor.

And before you have any time to react to it, your super kaypoh rabbit runs towards it from afar and 'surfboards' through the puddle of yellow liquid.

Yes. This is the part where all of you reprimand me and say I brought it upon myself.

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 12:46 am

Hates Warts

Thursday, July 09, 2009

I just happened to be talking to Des today about a wart I got in Sec 4. Somehow because of that, I contracted a kind of skin disease that had Rubella-like symptoms, probably from the clinic where I went to see the doc.

The only good thing about it was that I had a week's MC off school.

*CENSORED... because Mum was making SO MUCH NOISE about it*

I feel an overwhelming sense of pity for them, but yet some of them really appear so normal and cheerful that you wouldn't know what was wrong with them until you realised that there is a limb missing from under the blanket.

This further reiterates to me, and I hope to many of you as well, how lucky we actually are, to have intact hands and feet.

Do NOT take health for granted.

And I would like to take this opportunity to share one pet peeve of mine with all of you. Unless you are super duper tired (at which you are, in a way, less at fault), if not I believe that one should not complain that why is the car parked so far away from the shopping centre or wherever entrance.

Because, remember, you have the hands and feet to get you there. Actually, for gawd's sake, it means you also actually have a car to begin with!







PS: After the seriousness of the topic above, let me be really random and insert a picture of Chubby here. I just wanted to test whether my photo-publishing feature is still not working :(

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:27 pm

The Dramatic World

Monday, July 06, 2009

I have come to a conclusion that people are crazy about dramas because we like to lock on to another world where there are more possibilities.

Where no matter how poor you are, some super ridiculously rich and handsome dude will fall in love with you at first (or second or third or at hundredth sight), and then sweep you off your feet.

Where, unfortunately, all nose bleeds also mean that you have cancer of some sort.

And where all mama-sans in the world have the same hairstyle (I never really understood this part).

I myself am guilty of this obsession.

One of the very first few dramas I caught was Full House. I bet every single one of you who caught the show remembered the plot and maybe even certain scenes from the drama.

I can vividly recall that I was on my poly internship during that period and it involved ALOT of photocopying.

To begin with, my then-husband, Mr. Ric Oh (for some of you who didn't know, Ric Oh was actually the brand of the photocopier), was not a very fast worker to begin with.

I think it probably takes him almost 8 seconds to photocopy ONE piece of paper, and 5 seconds for the subsequent ones thereafter.

My, my. You all should see the speed of the photocopier at Rentokil. It is godly, I tell you.

*gives a dramatic kick to Ric Oh, making the machine creak and groan like an old metal piece of sh*t...*

I remembered standing there in a daze because I had very little sleep at night due to me trying to squeeze every precious second of the drama before bedtime.... Yet, I wasn't daydreaming.

In my mind, it was running a trillion different possibilities.

What was going to happen next during the next episode?

Will he this this this? Will she that that that?

If imagining things can be considered as a form of physical exercise, I'm probably on my way to being a world-class bodybuilder.

In our otherwise rather mundane lives, thank goodness for dramas.

*Muackz*


(I just wanted to add that I tried to add a photo of a bored-looking Chubby but the blardy blogger thing is NOT WORKING. I have tried uploading the same photo thrice already. I quit!)

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 10:52 pm

Result is NEGATIVE

Friday, July 03, 2009

I just want to make my stand clear in case all hell break loose for some of you who are more 'kiasi'.

Because of the sensitivity of my workplace, I was sent for swab test due to a super runny nose that made everyone in the department throw weird looks at me.

I was lucky in the sense that we were required to put on mask at all times (other than eating). Yes. They specifically stated the condition that you are ONLY allowed to take it off when you are eating.

What did not help was the occasional sneeze emitted from the direction where my desk was.

Let me add abit of info here that wearing a mask is not the best feeling in the world. Sure, I was already feeling a little lousy from what eventually was proved to be the common flu, but having on a mask did not make me feel any easier.

For instance, forgetting that the stupid mask was on, I actually drank water from the cup, which only resulted in a very wet mask and an even more upset Cindy.

What's a swab test, some of you may ask. It's actually the term for the test to prove whether you're positive / negative for H1N1. It's all the craze right now.

I want to write it here so that years down the road I can read back and recall that I went for this sickening test.

Of course, despite the discomfort this test brings, I urge those who have fever and flu symptoms to go for the test. Better be safe than sorry. At least your family members and close friends will not give you murderous stares because you left the house thinking it's the common flu but you actually passed it to all of them.

A swab test is called the swab test because it only involves swabbing. Got such word or not ar? Swabbing. Lol!

Other than the usual test for your Blood Pressure and your temperature (of which I had no fever), they will swab your nose and your mouth.

At least that was what I was told.

On my way down to the A&E, I was in no way scared or excited about the test. It was just SOP during the H1N1 period so I calmly went for it.

If I had known earlier, I would be so nervous I'd probably ask to go home to see my GP instead.

It involves swabbing your nose, they say.. Hell, yes. But what they did not tell you was that the cotton bud (those special super long kind) is actually sticked up as far back as possible.

Most of us cannot imagine how it feels like. I didn't either. But now I do. When something is stick very far up your nose (a term that I guiltily admit having used it to scold many people... e.g. I'm gona stick Chubby up your nose), it is something very uncomfortable and painful to the point that your eyes automatically tear.

But no, I did not look like a big crying baby when I was there. Just a tearing adult :(

My obsession with Egypt also made me know that when they are going to mummify someone, they try to keep that person as intact as possible whilst trying to remove their organs and storing them in Canopic Jars. What intrigued me was the way the brain was removed.

Apparently a long hook is put up the nose to reach the brain. They sorta mesh up the brain and then pull the whole thing out through the nostrils.

Now, now. Imagine that. That thought was running through my head in the split second the nurse was swiping my nose; I was really wondering if the damn thing actually did reach my brain!

At the back of my head I was also thinking: Jialat liao. If the nose already like that, the mouth must be not JUST swipe the lips or gum!

I was right. Damnit. I was right.

She warned me before she inserted the cotton bud: "Now, this is going to have a little gagging effect."

She was right too, man. But she was wrong about the "little".

Maybe it would have been better if she did not tell me anything and I was caught unawares. Because soon as she said that, I already felt like I was going to gag.

She swiped the right side near the back of my mouth first, and waited patiently while I recovered from my coughing fit.

But when she tried to swipe the other side, I could tell she was not as calm as I thought, because the cotton bud knocked right against my front teeth.

It was quite funny due to the seriousness of the situation where every single staff was wearing the N95 mask, even the nurse doing the swab for me was dressed in 'battle gear', go figure.

We laughed heartily while the Security Guards wondered what on earth happened.

But I stopped laughing when I realised she will need to swab the other side of my mouth already :(

Anyway, I was chauffeured home in some Maxi cab specially meant for potential H1N1 people. The nice driver was also in full battle gear. I must admit I felt like some kind of a freak. The air-conditioning was turned off and the windows were down to let air circulate within the huge vehicle.

Having experienced all the many safety precautions, I was very impressed. How on earth will the flu virus ever manage to spread in such kind of super play-safe and protected environment? I bet they disinfect the blardy vehicle once it reaches the hospital again.

Of course, let me reiterate that the result is out and that it is NEGATIVE.

I was only quarrantined for a mere 6 hours while awaiting the test results but I have to admit I could not even tolerate that 6 hours. Even Chubby was not allowed to be in the same room as me :(

It felt so... how should I say... so... blardy hell.. it feels very isolated and alone. And I assure you that the feeling sucked, although 3 out of that 6 hours was spent sleeping.

I think what was difficult was that waking up, you are not allowed to step out of the room (which I usually would because afternoon naps perk me up alot and I like to go into my parents bedroom to bug them and jump on their bed like a monkey. So what if I'm already 23!)

I ate my lunch alone in the room, and had to leave the plates outside my door. This was the same for dinner, where my food was left outside the door, a sharp knock, and then I could hear Marie 'running for her life' down the stairs and shouting as she went "Cindy! Your food is at the door!"

After a very sad and lonely TV dinner where I actually managed to catch that 7pm show on Channel 8, I believe the name of the show is called Dong Fang Zhi Zhu, I finally received the call from A&E that I'm cleared :)

One more thing I'd like to clarify was that I told a friend recently that I would not mind even if management sends me to CDC2 for duty. I mean, that is where all the action is, right? Wrong! A&E is where all the action is.

The area where we were waiting was situated right outside the A&E unit. I could glance past the security guards and see the Operation Theatre, or what looks like one, though of course, it was surrounded by those pesky curtains that block your view.

I was daydreaming halfway through because they made me wait there for quite a long time (I think it was to wait for the Maxi Cab to come back, disinfect and pick me up) when I realised that there was a lot of hoo-ha at the A&E corner.

What looks like a rather young girl was rushed in while the medics or the doctor or the whoever was asking "Got pulse already? No pulse? Got pulse already?"

One of the medics even almost slipped and fell but the rest were nonchalant as their attention was focused on rushing the patient in.

This is the kind of job that is not boring!!

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 3:02 pm