Last night, another round of clubbing after the some-sort-of-indian-new-year party at my primary school mate's (komal) house. i remember the first time we met was on the first day of primary school, our mothers decided to chit chat (ahh.. mothers... their tongues passed on from generation to generation.. ) while they were waiting in line to register their innocent-6-year-old daughters.. (i was just 16 days short to my 6th birthday.. so i was.. 5.. and 340 days old. heheh). Yar.... anyway, while the new found friends-of-5minutes chattered their teeth off, komal and I were just left at the tables.... trying to grasp the reality of so many small... bratty... noisy.. rude.. boys all in the same room. Were there really sooo many of them out there? (yyyarrrr... out of my front door of my house).. .. and.. what are they doinnggg with us? Yar. Only knew the real reason when I was in a Science class when I was in standard 4.
Annywayy... driftingg off again. ...
Ah yes.. The party. All of her friends were doctors to be - either in their last year or doing their housemanships. I was in a room full of .. .. Operating Theatre Enthusiasts for the entire evening. While i was munching on my pale pink tandoori chicken (it's supposed to be red, but komal had not enough food dye.. .. .. why even bother to dye the chicken????) Yeah. chicken. And they were talking about squashed balls. Yes. Balls. Testicles. They were laughing somemore.
Girl #1 : Eh you remembered that 'Ball guy'???? How's he doing ar?
Guy #1 : Ohhh that ball fella ar? the one that your senior called the 'ball guy' in front of his girlfriend wan ar? I think his two balls are okay now ler.
Girl #1 : Okay already ar? Ooohhhh.. now i remember. That time when he came in, damn squashed lor. got motocycle accident ler. The thing in the middle of the bike go and kemek (kemek = squash) his balls ler. Then when he came into the OT arrrr..... my senior checked his blood circulation and he said it was flowing. but the scrotum... aiyyyohhh.. in a mess man. But damn interesting la when he took the blood sample. !!!
Guy #1 : Yarrrrrr... luckilly still got 2 left. If none left ... aiiyo yoooo..
Girl #2 : Yeahhh!!!!... I saw one case where the fella left with one bola (bola = ball) onlyy!
Guy #2 : Ehh... i think the motorcycle ball fella was my cousin la..!
Guy #1 : .. ... ... .. Oh man.. .. sorry mann... i didn't know. .. didn't mean to
Guy #2 : Eh... man.. it's okay man. It ain't my balls.
Lynn : ........... ....fffaaaccciiinnnaatttinnggg......... ............
*with fork suspended in air.... *
.. ... .. Then I turned to my left side, whom my pharmacy friend of 3 years (Anusha) was berating this innocent (.. .. maybe he will be .. .. one day.. .... .. ) doctor to be about his habits-to-be when he comes out to the working world.
Anusha : Make sure arrrr.. you doctors arrr... write your prescriptions properly you knowww! you think it's so nice arrr to run around for the doctors to clarify your writingss???
Guy #4 : errrr....... no...
Anusha : aaannndd arrr... don't be so smart and simply prescribe more than you should you know!!... you think medicine drop from the sky wan ar? then have to run around after you doctors to clarify the changes... u think so fun arrrr??
Guy #4 : eerrr... ... no...
Anusha : Aaaannnd arrrr... *waves her fork with bits of .. . some... yogurt.. dangerously in the air* don't promise your patients that the medication will definately be available at all times because it's totally the opposite!!!... it's a semi government hospital for goodness sake .. ! not your grandfather's dispensary machine ookkk ??
Guy #4 : *nods nods nods*... errr... no.. no.. not my grandfather's...
Lynn : Yo Anushaaa... give the poor tortured soul a break la... he's already cursed with 5 years of medical lectures and now you trying to brain wash one doctor.. ?? there's a billion other doctors out there who does not even know your golden rules exists... heck they don't even know that the yoghurt on your fork exists..... spare the boy and clean your fork la for heaven's sakeeee.. they might have to stitch up someone right here if u continue to bandish that thingy around. ... ..
Anusha : harrrr?... nooo... u have to start from the younggg ones... so that they will put it into practice!!. I have to quickly spread this aroundddd... it might catch up with the entire population of doctors by the year 2100!! Please say that you will join me in this honourable pharmacist's quest for justice!!??
Lynn : ... .. errr.... .. seriously... I think.. .. i have better things to do till the year 2100... .. like urm.. ... watch the yoghurt on your fork ... er.. rot... and grow.. some fungus.. or.. something.. whatever you doctors call.. might even get a full grown mushroom if you are lucky.. .. and you'll win the jackpot if it were an edible mushroom. .. ..
Anusha : .. .. .. .. .. ... .. are u sure you're .. .. concious about what you are talking about now ar?
Lynn : .. .. .. ... ... nooooo.. ddduhh... .i was speaking in zomb-glish.. ...... in a state of coma..............
Anusha : ohh.... remember to get me the dictionary.. i keep forgetting to get me a copy. if you are free honeyyy, shop around for the new and improved 2005 edition copy for me yarrr??
Lynn : ... ... .. ... ... ... ... .. there is no god... ... ... ...
Guy #4 : .. ... ... um... cya.. i'm off to get my second round of yoghurt.. want some... .. ??
..... .... .... ... .... ..
.. ... ... ...
Sucks the words right out from your mouth... yessss... those facinating conversations... I remember it like it was yesterdayyyy.... ... .. ..
.. . Duh.. . it was yesterday.. ... ...
Aannywayyy.... ... I had intended to go home at 1030 so that I can see my darling loverboy before he goes to sleep.. butttt noooooooooOoooOoo..... Komal just had to make me feel guilty for not wanting to follow her to some spot for dance, booze and hunks. .. . (well.. ... . nooottt THAAaAaT.... guilty... .there's definately someee.... good stuff awaiting us... .. ) Well, after a quick call to my sexy voiced leng chai bf (under the watchful eyes of her sister.. Asreen.. .. I couldn't make any of my usual horny remarks.. .. damn... i reallllly wanted to go home and tease him.. .. ah well.. there's always another chance.. ) I bundled Komal and Anusha into my trusty ol' rusty and squeaky silver Proton Saga for the ride down to Bar Savanth, Kuala Lumpur. (not after bickering around for half an hour with guy#5 and guy#6 about where to meet and where to go.. and where not to go... haih.. you know la.... guyss... ppfttttt... think they know everythinggg.. )
The music was awesome, the drinks were.. .. urm.. standard.. whisky and ginger ale, the ambience was dark, cosy and lung cancerous as usual. the crowd however, was ridiculous. 'Plastic' girls (as Anusha puts it - for bimbos with too much make up and plastic simpery smiles that would make your skin rot with gruesome, gangrenous.. ... puss filled.. .. boils instantaneously) were strewn all over the place. It took some effort to step around them and their male counterparts. dancing was fine for a while, until it became a marching routine in one spot as it got later into the night. Komal's friends, surprisingly, were very easy to get along with. They were smart (duh.. . after 5 years of uni.. .. they must have learnt somethinggg... at least about.. balls... ) and really funky happenng people.
I was happy that Komal and Anusha had fun.. .. even though i was tired.. i was happy that my friends were happy. It is always some sort of.. .. blissful satisfaction. The last thing on my mind as i closed my eyes at 5am was whether my loverboy was having a good sleep... .. a gadzillion miles away. I do miss him. Even for a night.
........ .......... ........... I guess I turn to him the most.. for the past few weeks.. .. things are not going as smoothly as I would have preferred it to be. He is my beacon of happiness.. .. Nothing seem to matter anymore as soon as I see him online.. or when i hear his voice.. or when he sms-es.. .. The only thing that matters is that I love him so so so much and I can't wait to see him again. His patience, his reassuring words, his teases.. .. I thank you, my love. You have given me priceless moments and feelings which I shall cherish forever and ever. And I'm sorry if i make you worry at times.. .. with my mood swings and abrupt pouty-outbursts... I can be sensitive at times.. although they may just be words.. women do think a lot about silly things.. (yarrr... womeenn... )
But hey.. I had a first again today. It was my first time actually looking up on battle ships of the past on Google.com. He has this passion for ships and planes and I guess... .. i just wanted to .. .. learn.. .. what makes him tick. And surprisingly, I find myself agreeing to him that history on... of all things.. battleships. .. were more interesting than hot, tanned, macho.. . hunks.. .. .. . ummm.. ... well... something like that... yarrrrrrrrr.... hunks.. ships... .. .. sexy.. hunks.. on ships.. ... ...
... er... .. where's the relevance.. .. ??...
.. .. ...
.. ... .... ..
.. .. ... nevermind.
.. .. ... ... ... i think i had better do my drifting on my bed rather than with thoughts...
Annywayy... driftingg off again. ...
Ah yes.. The party. All of her friends were doctors to be - either in their last year or doing their housemanships. I was in a room full of .. .. Operating Theatre Enthusiasts for the entire evening. While i was munching on my pale pink tandoori chicken (it's supposed to be red, but komal had not enough food dye.. .. .. why even bother to dye the chicken????) Yeah. chicken. And they were talking about squashed balls. Yes. Balls. Testicles. They were laughing somemore.
Girl #1 : Eh you remembered that 'Ball guy'???? How's he doing ar?
Guy #1 : Ohhh that ball fella ar? the one that your senior called the 'ball guy' in front of his girlfriend wan ar? I think his two balls are okay now ler.
Girl #1 : Okay already ar? Ooohhhh.. now i remember. That time when he came in, damn squashed lor. got motocycle accident ler. The thing in the middle of the bike go and kemek (kemek = squash) his balls ler. Then when he came into the OT arrrr..... my senior checked his blood circulation and he said it was flowing. but the scrotum... aiyyyohhh.. in a mess man. But damn interesting la when he took the blood sample. !!!
Guy #1 : Yarrrrrr... luckilly still got 2 left. If none left ... aiiyo yoooo..
Girl #2 : Yeahhh!!!!... I saw one case where the fella left with one bola (bola = ball) onlyy!
Guy #2 : Ehh... i think the motorcycle ball fella was my cousin la..!
Guy #1 : .. ... ... .. Oh man.. .. sorry mann... i didn't know. .. didn't mean to
Guy #2 : Eh... man.. it's okay man. It ain't my balls.
Lynn : ........... ....fffaaaccciiinnnaatttinnggg......... ............
*with fork suspended in air.... *
.. ... .. Then I turned to my left side, whom my pharmacy friend of 3 years (Anusha) was berating this innocent (.. .. maybe he will be .. .. one day.. .... .. ) doctor to be about his habits-to-be when he comes out to the working world.
Anusha : Make sure arrrr.. you doctors arrr... write your prescriptions properly you knowww! you think it's so nice arrr to run around for the doctors to clarify your writingss???
Guy #4 : errrr....... no...
Anusha : aaannndd arrr... don't be so smart and simply prescribe more than you should you know!!... you think medicine drop from the sky wan ar? then have to run around after you doctors to clarify the changes... u think so fun arrrr??
Guy #4 : eerrr... ... no...
Anusha : Aaaannnd arrrr... *waves her fork with bits of .. . some... yogurt.. dangerously in the air* don't promise your patients that the medication will definately be available at all times because it's totally the opposite!!!... it's a semi government hospital for goodness sake .. ! not your grandfather's dispensary machine ookkk ??
Guy #4 : *nods nods nods*... errr... no.. no.. not my grandfather's...
Lynn : Yo Anushaaa... give the poor tortured soul a break la... he's already cursed with 5 years of medical lectures and now you trying to brain wash one doctor.. ?? there's a billion other doctors out there who does not even know your golden rules exists... heck they don't even know that the yoghurt on your fork exists..... spare the boy and clean your fork la for heaven's sakeeee.. they might have to stitch up someone right here if u continue to bandish that thingy around. ... ..
Anusha : harrrr?... nooo... u have to start from the younggg ones... so that they will put it into practice!!. I have to quickly spread this aroundddd... it might catch up with the entire population of doctors by the year 2100!! Please say that you will join me in this honourable pharmacist's quest for justice!!??
Lynn : ... .. errr.... .. seriously... I think.. .. i have better things to do till the year 2100... .. like urm.. ... watch the yoghurt on your fork ... er.. rot... and grow.. some fungus.. or.. something.. whatever you doctors call.. might even get a full grown mushroom if you are lucky.. .. and you'll win the jackpot if it were an edible mushroom. .. ..
Anusha : .. .. .. .. .. ... .. are u sure you're .. .. concious about what you are talking about now ar?
Lynn : .. .. .. ... ... nooooo.. ddduhh... .i was speaking in zomb-glish.. ...... in a state of coma..............
Anusha : ohh.... remember to get me the dictionary.. i keep forgetting to get me a copy. if you are free honeyyy, shop around for the new and improved 2005 edition copy for me yarrr??
Lynn : ... ... .. ... ... ... ... .. there is no god... ... ... ...
Guy #4 : .. ... ... um... cya.. i'm off to get my second round of yoghurt.. want some... .. ??
..... .... .... ... .... ..
.. ... ... ...
Sucks the words right out from your mouth... yessss... those facinating conversations... I remember it like it was yesterdayyyy.... ... .. ..
.. . Duh.. . it was yesterday.. ... ...
Aannywayyy.... ... I had intended to go home at 1030 so that I can see my darling loverboy before he goes to sleep.. butttt noooooooooOoooOoo..... Komal just had to make me feel guilty for not wanting to follow her to some spot for dance, booze and hunks. .. . (well.. ... . nooottt THAAaAaT.... guilty... .there's definately someee.... good stuff awaiting us... .. ) Well, after a quick call to my sexy voiced leng chai bf (under the watchful eyes of her sister.. Asreen.. .. I couldn't make any of my usual horny remarks.. .. damn... i reallllly wanted to go home and tease him.. .. ah well.. there's always another chance.. ) I bundled Komal and Anusha into my trusty ol' rusty and squeaky silver Proton Saga for the ride down to Bar Savanth, Kuala Lumpur. (not after bickering around for half an hour with guy#5 and guy#6 about where to meet and where to go.. and where not to go... haih.. you know la.... guyss... ppfttttt... think they know everythinggg.. )
The music was awesome, the drinks were.. .. urm.. standard.. whisky and ginger ale, the ambience was dark, cosy and lung cancerous as usual. the crowd however, was ridiculous. 'Plastic' girls (as Anusha puts it - for bimbos with too much make up and plastic simpery smiles that would make your skin rot with gruesome, gangrenous.. ... puss filled.. .. boils instantaneously) were strewn all over the place. It took some effort to step around them and their male counterparts. dancing was fine for a while, until it became a marching routine in one spot as it got later into the night. Komal's friends, surprisingly, were very easy to get along with. They were smart (duh.. . after 5 years of uni.. .. they must have learnt somethinggg... at least about.. balls... ) and really funky happenng people.
I was happy that Komal and Anusha had fun.. .. even though i was tired.. i was happy that my friends were happy. It is always some sort of.. .. blissful satisfaction. The last thing on my mind as i closed my eyes at 5am was whether my loverboy was having a good sleep... .. a gadzillion miles away. I do miss him. Even for a night.
........ .......... ........... I guess I turn to him the most.. for the past few weeks.. .. things are not going as smoothly as I would have preferred it to be. He is my beacon of happiness.. .. Nothing seem to matter anymore as soon as I see him online.. or when i hear his voice.. or when he sms-es.. .. The only thing that matters is that I love him so so so much and I can't wait to see him again. His patience, his reassuring words, his teases.. .. I thank you, my love. You have given me priceless moments and feelings which I shall cherish forever and ever. And I'm sorry if i make you worry at times.. .. with my mood swings and abrupt pouty-outbursts... I can be sensitive at times.. although they may just be words.. women do think a lot about silly things.. (yarrr... womeenn... )
But hey.. I had a first again today. It was my first time actually looking up on battle ships of the past on Google.com. He has this passion for ships and planes and I guess... .. i just wanted to .. .. learn.. .. what makes him tick. And surprisingly, I find myself agreeing to him that history on... of all things.. battleships. .. were more interesting than hot, tanned, macho.. . hunks.. .. .. . ummm.. ... well... something like that... yarrrrrrrrr.... hunks.. ships... .. .. sexy.. hunks.. on ships.. ... ...
... er... .. where's the relevance.. .. ??...
.. .. ...
.. ... .... ..
.. .. ... nevermind.
.. .. ... ... ... i think i had better do my drifting on my bed rather than with thoughts...
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