Living Dead

Can this really happen?

The notion of having these patients in the ICU, my ICU, couldn't stop sending shivers down my vertebra. Imagine all the coma patients that we'd deemed brain dead and removed from life support were actually... alive?

Shit.

Loss. Gain.

Well since i started to continue to be reborn again daily (if i could help it), i have seen some progress made on the scale.

4 kgs. Approximately.

My goal was to lose 10 kgs by february next year. Who knows, i might be able to make it.

On the other hand, due to my latest attempts to break free i had to forfeit plans to hold a 10-year wedding anniversary celebration.

But also due to my venture into untamed waters, i've gained the momentum to, hopefully, outrun the rat race and achieve new heights.

Wish me luck, folks!

Preggie Was Right

I take back what i said regarding my colleague the other day.

It is fortunate for her, after all, to have switched call with me. Because if she did go through the call, she would have given birth by now.

Basically, i have to die a couple of times for me to go through that call. Go figure.

I say again, it's not worth the stupid RM 150 they're paying us. And they're still not paying us the 2-months' bonus. All the more reason for me to do this.

One day i'm going to look back at this and laugh at the absurdity of it. I'm hoping to see that day sooner rather than later.

Three's A Charm

Today marks the 3rd anniversary of my service in the government sector.

Well, working in the public hospitals has its ups and downs, but more often than not one would be left feeling frustrated and unappreciated. I'm no different.

Thus, i want next year to be different.

With my personal financial plan taken care of through a series of planned funds and investments (and the long hours of overtime grind during locum sessions to fund them), i'm ready for the next step.

Next year i'll kick-start my long delayed plan to tear myself free from the rat race. I'll soar towards my dream - to be free from the bounds and shackles of the root of all evil.

Speaking of 'third', i'm eyeing a new smartphone. My 3rd, if i could get my hands on it.

My 1st being an O2 Atom Life, of which i totaled by cracking the touch screen. Though now it resides with my bro, all fixed up and running. My second is the current one i'm using, the Samsung Omnia. Believe it or not, i'd again messed up the touchscreen and now i have to navigate through the interface using the teeny-weeny built-in mouse pointer. A pain in my behind, that.

This new one i'm planning to get - no, not the overrated marketing gimmick, everyone-has-one, iPhone 3Gs - but the milder-mannered, less popular, yet-to-be-launched-in-malaysia, Palm Pre. After loads of Youtube reviews and online articles comparing this and all other new smartphones (the Hero, the Diamond 2, the Droid etc), i'd more or less made up my mind. Unless an iPhone 4G is out by the time the Pre comes here, i dun think i'll change my mind.

And lastly, this month also marks the anniversary since i bought my 3rd PC, the ASUS G50V. It has served me well thus far, providing plenty of entertainment and, i dare say, analgesia for me when i'm oncall... Sure i lost an arm and a leg for this, but without this little babe, my life's only half full.

So there you go, hopefully good things will come of the threes i'd just mentioned. After all, as the saying goes, three's a charm.

Preggie

This may seem like a hate post.

Heck it is a hate post. And it may seem like a sexist post.

Heck maybe it is a sexist post.

But i had enough of someone using her pregnancy as an excuse to get whatever she wants.

I've seen countless pregnant mom-to-bes but most are responsible and brave. Bravo to these ladies who endure the hardship and survive till the joyful birth of their children.

But this particular woman, oh is she a cunning one... she uses all sorts of excuses from morning sickness to pre-term contractions just so that work flows the way she wants it to be. And if it doesn't she would go crying to the lady bosses, whom would be so kind to arrange someone else to work in her stead, while she gets all the good deals.

I won't go so far as to curse her and her baby, but i won't bless her either.