Let’s start off with what I love about chinese new year:

1. I actually love reunion dinners the most.
2. Having Yee Sang and tossing it while muttering auspicious sayings for my own benefit (damn selfish right..haha).
3. The first day of Chinese New Year where it really feels like chinese new year. The festive mood dwindles down after the first day.
4. Counting angpows and breaking last year’s record. Very generous haul this year, even I am surprised!
5. Winning while gambling.
6. Cooing over new nephews, nieces and cousins young enough to be my anak luar nikah (malay translation: child out of wedlock)
7. Long yuk ftw!
8. Mandarin oranges, I think I have reached saturation point. I bought RM34 worth of mandarin oranges in two big plastic bags and ate and ate and ate in my room back in Kedah and I have not actively pursued one since. I just *might* be growing out of it.
9. The red confetti of a disintegrated fire cracker.
10. Being able to tell people that I’m graduating in July. I even don’t mind the “So I’ll be your first patient!” jokes. Just a bit worried about how many first patients I now have.
11. Having a little heart to heart or having a good laugh with relatives I hardly get to meet, realizing we can actually go more than small talk. Hey Michelle, Hey Fiona!
12. Wearing new clothes.
13. Once upon a time….fire crackers and sparklers.
14.  The lack of jam in Subang Jaya during the festive season. But soon, this will be THE hometown as our parents are gonna be grandparents soon and we will be moving out of this congested suburbia.
15. CHAI CHOI!!!
16. Yeo’s packet drinks.
17.  Beautiful angpow packets.

What I Hate About CNY:
1. Not having yee sang for reunion dinners.
2. Having reunion dinners at home with takeaway meals. I had KFC one year, still feeling rather sad about it.
3. Being called fat by relatives. I have SO much to say about this. I read Mel’s tweet on CNY eve about how her relatives can’t keep their comments to themselves about her being a little more meaty. So I suggested that we keep a tally about how many weight comments we get during CNY via twitter under the hashtag #cnyfatcomments. Also unhappy about weight comments, Kok Keith decided to join us.

Here’s our report:

CNY eve:

Mel: What business of everyone is it anyway if I’m fat or thin as long as I’m healthy?! Keep ya comments to yaself! *roar* 

me: @meowdee Let’s keep a tally how many fat comments we get tmr! Read yer tweets! 

Kokkeith: I also got my first! RT @jayelleenelial: @meowdee Let’s keep a tally how many fat comments we get tmr! Read yer tweets!

me: @kokkeith : 1 @jayelleenelial: 2 @meowdee: 0 #cnyfatcomments

CNY Day 1:

me: @kokkeith : 1 @jayelleenelial: 3 @meowdee: 0 #cnyfatcomments complete with hand gestures..fml*
 

Mel: @jayelleenelial @kokkeith Hahaha OMG Jo kesian! Mine is still at 1, but I’m only at my grandaunt’s. #cnyfatcomments

Kokkeith: Kena gang bang by all my aunts. 1 even said she wants to pinch my cheeks! Zomg! @kokkeith : 6 @jayelleenelial: 3 @meowdee: 0 #cnyfatcomments

CNY Day 2:

me: Uncle predicted i put on at least 1 kilo. Mel still so lucky ah? @kokkeith : 6 @jayelleenelial: 4 @meowdee: 0 #cnyfatcomments

Mel: @jayelleenelial @kokkeith O boy sorry guys. Think mine’s still at 1. #cnyfatcomments

me: Twice from the same uncle! Fuckanathan!! @kokkeith : 6 @jayelleenelial: 5 @meowdee: 1 #cnyfatcomments

Kokkeith: @jayelleenelial @meowdee I’m still at 6, they might be saying I’m fatter but its in hokkien so I just nod & smile. #cnyfatcomments

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Throughout the entire duration of fat comments, I’ve had aunties who squeezed the fattest part of my arm, an old grand uncle whom we all thought can’t remember me coz he’s quite weak now, could mumble something that I can’t comprehend but it was accompanied with sign language with two hands firstly close to each other followed by the two hands moving further apart. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what he meant. Then one uncle who sized me up with his good eye saying and in his most tactful and polite voice, “At least 1 kilo more than last year la you.” Then shot me again with round 2 after I was wiping my sweat complaining about the heat, “Especially people like you who are a bit heavier, you’ll sweat more in this weather”.

All the comments were more bearable by being able to update @kokkeith and @meowdee about my latest score.

4. Having to travel from house to house. I had FIVE houses to go to on Day 1 and when I came home, I slept on the living room floor.
5. How angpows don’t mean as much to me now. I was once excited about receiving Rm2 and Rm5 notes as I got to keep those and the bigger RM10 notes were to be given to my mum to be put into the bank for me. Now ang pow money is like loose change that never enters the bank. Too paltry an amount, saves me time to just use it as part of my living expenses still the next time I need to withdraw money. 
6. Not knowing which of my new clothes to wear coz I got side tracked to pick out uni clothes/cocktail dresses instead of pretty summer dresses which are suitable to look trendy yet modest enough to not shock the older folks.
7. Tong tong chang music. I hate the ones that are sung by modern singers thinking it is cool to give a little remix to an old chinese new year tune. I like authentic ones, but I would most prefer the sound of the instruments played during a lion dance. 
8. My mouth working faster than my brain. I wish I could turn back time and un-say a few things to some relatives.
9. Getting pineapple tart crumbs stuck between my teeth. 
10. Losing RM40 one short during a game of In Between.
11. Not that I hate, but I’m not too keen when I have to attend a big open house. The host is far too busy and we have to make new friends instead of bonding with old friends.
12.  The smell of rotten mandarin oranges.
13. Having to endure the infamous chinese new year weather. This year is particularly worse. It’s humid as well!
14. The mere thought of having a stretch of houses to visit. (but it’s not so bad once the conversation flows)
15. Having to go back early to school without being able to absorb all of the chinese new year.

I think that’s about it.

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If you are a blogshop owner or a person who loves online shopping and have really ‘puke blood’ situations when it comes to transactions…

Slap Me Why Don’t You -The Place To Bitch Slap Those Idiots Without Them Knowing It.

I love it so much! Whoever who came up with it is a genius. Total anonymity. And with the tiny “Slap Seller” or “Slap Buyer” buttons akin to your Facebook Like buttons, it allows the readers to judge for themselves if the contributor was overreacting or are sided with.

Got to thank a certain Wen Chean on my twitter list for tweeting about it!

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It was only in university that I started taking actions against people who are supposed to provide me with good customer service. I do not like to be given attitude when I am clearly a paying customer. This is not about some stupid disrupted telco service. If you’re smart enough to decipher this then good lah. I used to war with the security guards at uni because they would not let me into the old campus for wearing short skirts (it was about 1 cm (I’m not exaggerating) above my knees) or when I wore a sleeveless top (when traditional costumes without sleeves are totally allowed. I wasn’t even wearing a racer back.). 

 Just like everyone else, I hate to be spoken rudely to. I might not like it, but I can understand if you’re going through a rough patch, if you’ve had a bad day or if your house got burned down, your dad passed away and your contract with your company ended all on the same day. True story. Damn kesian.

If you want to tell me off, use a nicer tone. Explain the situation to me as politely as you can. You would like that to, right?

 But this is beginning to take place on a weekly basis. 

If this person is paying me money or is a mentor of some sort to me, you know someone with ACTUAL authoritative power over me, I’M TOTALLY OKAY about taking your shit. Even if the person is paying me money, I might get very very angry if I’m getting shit from that person (like how some customers make me so pissed I could tear my stickers into smithereens). But teachers and lecturers who tell me off, I accept. Because it is my responsibility to be a student. But this is not about me being a student. Please take note.

I’m not okay with people who are disillusioned about their status within an organization and thus dare to raise their voices at people who are not even under them. Heck, people who will never be under them! Most of the time, I do things according to the rules laid out for me and this time I was acting upon instructions given to me, and yet I get blasted again. Just like last week. Just like the week before.

I’m up to my eyeballs in bullshit. I am trying as best as I can to function in the role given to me (at least the very basics, anything more than that is NOT under YOUR jurisdiction.) and yet every time I come to you because I NEED to, I have to suck it in and just smile and lower my voice to a polite whimper when you talk to me like I’m a kindergarten kid who just pooped her pants.

It is degrading to be scolded by someone of that stature. 

Most of the crimes that were committed by others are so negligible but a big fuss is always kicked up. I just want to perform my role happily and be done with what I need to do. I really do not need to stand there and waste many minutes of my life reasoning with you why I need to do this, why you need to do this for me and why this is NOW the rules so PLEASE get with the times.

I’ve lodged complaints to your superiors and I’m not afraid to continue doing so until a warning letter is issued. 

Also, would one speak in condescending tones to a peer? No right. So how am I below you to be spoken rudely to?

This is your job. It’s very simple. I merely carried out my duties. It’s your duty to continue from where I left off. If you’re not happy with your job, it’s really not my problem. There are plenty of other jobs out there. Please don’t make me do the mundane work that you’ve been entitled to do. I will take this back if I’m given a notice that what you asked me to do is part of my job. But for months, this has never been my responsibility. 

Even if you made a mistake in assuming that it was part of my responsibilities, I would really appreciate to be spoken humbly and politely to. Out of the kindness in my heart (though these days I’m doubting if there’s any in it), I might even help you out. It’s just not the case today, nobody.

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I mean I’ve seen enough blogs that become ‘famous’ just because there’s a hot girl strutting about with photos of herself plastered all over their blogs. Like 80% of the picture is of her face and her body, and maybe like a puny 20% is of the background of wherever that she is at. 

I immediately clicked the ‘x’ button after scrolling through. There was NO content, only like photos of herself, a few inanimate objects around her, two or three words simply strung up to form a caption for one or two of the photos. And there you have it, a popular blog.

LIKE SERIOUSLY WTF?!

To top it off, my friend told me that this particular girl actually thought about quitting school and going on to become a full time blogger and maybe do more event stints. You know, those car modelling/umbrella girl crap. I shit you not, with two or three words for sentences, yes I’m pretty sure you’ll have a stellar blogging career. 

I have no issues with beautiful women who can engage you in their blogs. With their words, not with their boobs and big eyes combo. It makes you envy these women because they have the best of both worlds but when there’s no substance in your blog only photos of yourself knowing clearly well that you’re sizzling, and THEN have the audacity to consider a career in blogging full time, ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?! If you finish school already and don’t quite know what to do yet also not too bad lah. But are you mad ah? If your writing isn’t even good enough for a magazine to take you on as part of their contributors’ column, please just get your degree/diploma first. Don’t embarrass us womenkind with your mentality. Once you graduate and bum around, you’ll have all the time to earn those moolah, go for events and maybe read some books (if too difficult, maybe magazines also can) so you’ll learn how to structure proper sentences. At least then your blog entries are whole, you know? Not just smatterings of words and emoticons. 

It boggles the mind that there are such bimbos around. While we’re on the topic of bimbos, are girls who work for car shows, alcohol and tobacco products actually proud of their jobs? I mean I’m all for baring skin if you have what it takes lah but to be paid to bare most of your some skin while selling things? Right, I won’t pick on those damn kesian girls who have to feed their mother, father, sister, brother, dog at home. Money is hard to come by, I get it. Any job that comes along, you’re hot, you take it. A bit of skin for food on the table, degrading but what can you do.

But what about those college girls at private institutions who just want that extra cash to go on shopping trips? Damn low la please. I’ll give my daughter two tight slaps if she dares to take on such jobs. 

Oh right, back to little girls who can’t write and want to be full time bloggers.

As we know, there are a few full time bloggers around but these are people who have made such a name for themselves that they are practically a brand in their own right. They are involved in huge projects and… well, people actually know who they are. You know, like they have audiences that actually consist of females and males. Not just very friendly boys.

No doubt about the fact that full time bloggers do get paid rather well, which is why these little girls aspire to be full time bloggers too. Of course success stories can be repeated because OnE SHoULd DaRE To DreAm RighT?! Bloggers who manage to carve a name for themselves and thus are deemed popular are usually of the intelligent sort. If they have not already completed some form of education, they are most likely to currently be pursuing one. They have ambitions like normal people. 

Quitting school to blog full time is just plain dumb.

Best part is the other person said that she won’t keep it in her heart. Pfft. Arrogance. Should be me who won’t keep it in my heart.

I know I handled it very unprofessionally given my current status as a fifth year student but I’ve had it up to here with such arrogance. Some people clearly have no sense of etiquette and work ethics. Given the poor economy, you’d think that rice bowls are important to people.

I’ll go rape the keyboard now. 

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First and foremost, the ultimate most important rule to follow on Facebook when adding a friend is to tell the person, “Hi, I am blablabla we met at blablabla”

Adding Strangers on Facebook

Though I myself do not practice it all the time, but I only leave it blank when I am very sure the person knows that I exist in their world. This is unfortunately not the case for some ignorant fools on my Facebook list.

My criteria to add friends are:

1) We must be acquaintances in real life.

2) If we are merely online friends, I’ll add you because I know of you online. I’ve probably read your blog, you’re probably my customer or maybe you’re famous. I would then just add you but I wouldn’t comment on your FB because I am not thick skinned like that. I am merely enjoying the thrill of having a celebrity on my facebook. *squeals*

One of my major pet peeve is adding people whom I think they are my junior. Or a blog friend. I can’t possibly remember every name and every face right?! So I just add for fear of hurting that person. I mean, who would want to feel insignificant in another person’s life right? Though clearly some people should be bitch slapped with a list of do’s and don’ts when it comes to Facebook, but we’ll get there soon.

My classmates and I roughly know almost all our juniors but it is difficult to remember everyone 100%. So when we see, “Oh okay, these are the mutual friends. Should be juniors lah.” Then turns out that these are some hometown kampung friend of some classmate/junior who goes around adding everyone from my course. Stupid or not? We keep getting tricked over and over and over again. Please keep your desperate friends locked up in some facebook cage app.

And there are a few default pretty girls on my Facebook whom are ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS mutual friends of mine and some random greasy Ah Beng asshole who has nothing better to do but add girls on FB. Personally, I think these pretty girls should be above this. If plain janes like me can spit on Ah Beng hamsap lous, they can do so much more. Like, say, click ignore and don’t bring this wretched creatures upon the rest of the female facebook population.

Commenting on Facebook Statuses/Photos/Updates

Nobody died and made me queen of facebook courtesy but I’ll just tell you what I think. I don’t really care. I’m in a bad mood today.

I’ve deleted people who made stupid/lame comments on my facebook. There was this one old lady whom I thought was a blogger friend who commented on a range of my photos. I was washing Chee Kiang’s legs for a fish spa and I was  posing with my (then) new car. Her comments insinuated that I was on all fours, being a slave to Chee Kiang, scrubbing his feet and when I posed with my car, she’ll cluck away going “oh kids these days are so spoiled”. I can’t remember my retort but I let her have a piece of my mind and then she deleted her comments straight away. A few other photos also lah, I can’t remember.

Firstly, if you’re older than me by at least 7 years right, think whether your comment is funny or not.

Secondly, THINK with your BRAIN whether we are close enough to  be talking like that or not.

Friends who have reached a certain closeness have the unwritten permission to talk with no barriers. You know, you can do without the politeness and the “so how’s lifes”. Coz you see each other every freaking day at school or at yam cha sessions every other month or maybe back in high school, you shared a very close friendship filled with insults and practical jokes.

Of course it is okay for mere acquaintances to leave a funny comment here and there.

It has to be:
1) Relevant
2) Uninsulting
3) Actually funny

Another old lady (what’s up with all these old ladies) saw some photos I took when I was in Terengganu for my oral health posting trip. I wore a skirt which was just an inch above my knees. Very decent for my standards, no one said anything when I was there.

This stupid woman, whom I presume was from Terengganu coz she was damn proud that I went to visit Terengganu or some bullshit like that, said “Isn’t your skirt a little short?”. This is coming from a lady whose facebook profile pic was of her naked shoulders. I can only hope she was wearing clothes lah. So I was like, “I don’t really care”. And she’s all, “Clearly.”

Last I checked, my mum didn’t even say anything. So who is she to comment on my dressing? Dumbass.

I also have a friend who …deep down.. I’m sure is a really nice fellow. He isn’t exactly aware that the way he communicates is kind of like invading on our personal space. He used to comment on almost all my statuses. The comments were embarrassing because people on my facebook would be wondering why is this fellow leaving all these comments on Jolene’s statuses and most of all, why don’t they make sense?

It got to a point that I was seriously too lazy to respond because I just didn’t find them funny at all. I deleted him and the poor guy asked me why I did that. I mean it hurts to have to deal with it this way because we even met in real life before.

Yes I know that statuses, photos and stuff on FB is free for all. It’s my fault that I added all these people on my FB, yes I know that. But what I’m trying to put across is that there has to be boundaries to follow. So it’s just too bad if there are some strange people  lurking around our facebook. But anyone who ‘understands how it works’, would know where to draw the line.

If you realize, people who see each other often or those who belong to a clique are the ones who would interact with each other most on Facebook. These are the people who would be in the same photos on Facebook and who would throw comments to and fro the entire day, making the rest of the gang laugh. Obviously someone who is not close to the gang could ‘like’ the pic or maybe say something funny. But he must not think that it is okay for him to insult the person in the photo like how the rest of the gang does. You don’t know how the system works, don’t pretend you do.

Facebook statuses are other updates are less personal than photos hence it is okay for anyone to comment.

Tagging Me In A Note That Has Nothing To Do WIth Me

When I don’t even know you.. I don’t really care what you have to say. Usually it’s some lameass heartwarming story about friendship, love and worst of all, religion.

I usually get tagged by close friends with those 25 or 10423948234 random things about me notes. I don’t think I’ve ever responded to any. I do want to, but I never seem to get around to it.

My computer is slowly dying on me too, it takes me ages to click on something for it to appear. So imagine the annoying feeling of seeing a gmail notification telling you someone who is practically a stranger tagged you in a note. Obviously curiosity gets the better of you right, then you go and see what’s the note all about. Bloody waste of time.

I’m not trying to be all elitist and eliminating potential close friends. Those who know they can talk without holding back, know it. I mean if we have thrown a few jokes around, we’ve reached that level. If I’ve never even said Hello to you before, that’s how you know I don’t appreciate the sudden inclusion in your list of friends to tag/comment unfunnily on.

Yes, i only have three. Feel free to add on.

I’m damn sleepy.

Before I climb into bed, one more tiny rant. Blog-related this time. Yes I am proud that people google for things that they fancy and manage to get some information on my blog. One thing about doing advertorials, people immediately assume you know everything about the product. Like fuck I know why there are korean words on the handphone’s keypad. Best part is, after asking their questions, they ask me to email them my answers. Wah lau you my boss issit. It irrirates me because why can’t THEY email me? Why must I email them about things they want to know when they are not my superiors/customers but random brainless strangers from the internet?

Long time never get flamed already, maybe I’ll get some when I wake up tomorrow morning. Goodnight world. Wah shit 5am already, somemore meeting customer at 11am tomorrow. Damnit.

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It seemed like a good enough offer so we took it up. We were made to wait for a really long time but that was expected. I experienced that too at BP Lab a year ago.

Since we’ve been in the clinics for almost 8 months now, it’s time to check properly to be sure that we are still healthy dentists to be. (and also worried about other things like cholesterol, diabetes, etc etc).

The reason I am blogging about this today is because a technician/biochemist/phlebotomist attempted to withdraw blood from me FOUR TIMEs at four different sites. You know usually they take blood from the junction between your upper arm and your forearm? Usually technicians/nurses who attempt to take blood samples from me will be unsuccessful when they try from that spot.

So I told the lady to take from the back of my hand because almost all the time, the technician would have no problem getting blood from there.

You know what she told me? “Ahhh..saya tak biasa lah…..nanti sakit.”

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DOT DOT DOT DOT SWEAT.

Here I am, putting up a brave front, ready to have my blood taken by a scary needle.. and then having an incompetent phlebotomist telling you that she is not all that skilled.

Bottom line, I came out of the room with four plasters and a terrible mood. I kicked up a fuss and declared that I would be taking my business elsewhere.

Came home to draft an email to the Wellness Lab management and the email bounced. LOL.

Well, for being incompetent both in skills AND in PR, I hope they don’t mind having this post on google results when people google “Wellness Lab.”

edited: Haha, within 24 minutes of posting this, the post is already on the first page of google results for “Wellness Lab”.

By complaining to the management, I might make the lady lose out on her rice bowl which is quite cruel. But would it be better for her to leave due to her incompetency than linger on and being allowed to only take blood from skinnier patients and continue to damage patients’ tissues.

Here’s the email:

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Good afternoon.

My name is Jolene Lai and I went to your Sungai Petani branch today, 14 June 2009 at about 9.30am for a routine blood test.

We were expecting that the RM80 for two people promotion was still on but turns out that it has ended and we had to make do with the other promotion which was the buy 1 package free 1 package promo. I decided to go for the RM220 package.

There was a chinese lady at the counter and a malay lady conducting the blood tests. I’m not sure if she was a biochemist/technician..but whatever it was, she was incompetent.

Due to past experiences, I’m quite certain that she would need to draw blood from the back of my hand.

But she wanted to try at the junction between my upper arm and my forearm, which is the usual site where most people get their blood taken from. So fine.. I let her do it.

She inserted the needle in but didn’t go deep enough, and while INSIDE, she was changing directions with the needle and adjusting the depth. She had already pulled the syringe a little bit but no blood came out and i don’t know if it was filled with vacuum or air.

but you know what she did? She pushed everything back in again. How can your staff not be educated about the dangers of air embolism? I know that it takes quite a big volume of air to cause it, but STILL! Not ethical!

And when I told her that she should just try to go for the back of my hand, your way-below-professional-standards staff said, “Saya takut. Tak biasa”.

As it is I was already “takut” to have my blood taken, hearing her say it I felt I was pretty much damned.

Then she decided to switch over to the right hand to see if she could get any results. Again she inserted the needle and changed directions while inside. I can’t imagine the internal lacerations that she might have caused.

As a patient, I shouldn’t have to tell her that there’s air in the syringe.. and that she didn’t insert deep enough..and WHERE she should insert the damn needle.

So as you might guessed, still no blood. She pulled the syringe back, and a little bit guzzled in but it was mostly air that filled the tube. or vacuum. Still no blood gushing in.

Then AGAIN she pushed the syringe back in.. I was really quite scared by then. It was really just empty space! Again, could have been air.

Then she finally agreed to take blood from the back of my right hand. She didn’t insert the needle deep enough because she was way too afraid of hurting me. I could even see the tip of the needle (the beveled surface) poking out of my skin. This is when she inserted and pulled it out a little too much and tried to ‘draw blood then’. A bit more blood gurgled into the tube.. but that was it. hardly enough to fill the cartriges needed for my blood tests.

She wanted me to come back another day but I told her that I’m very busy and have no time. Especially since my exams are drawing near so can she please start with the other hand?

So she did and yeap, you guessed it. Changing of directions while inside, pulling in and out till half of the bevel can be seen and blood oozing out slightly. I’ve had my blood taken a few times before and blood did not come out around the needle while the blood was being taken.

I was really in pain after the second injection and I was almost in tears. I had a total of four injections.

She sent me out and told me that they’ll arrange for someone to come over to my house to take my blood. But I told her that I was way too busy to be sitting at home waiting like that and that I go out of the house at 8am everyday and come back around 8pm. Pissed off, I decided enough was enough and didn’t want to continue with Wellness Lab. I’ll be going to Gribbles or Pathlab up the road.

I was also told that there would not be a doctor to explain my results to me. A year ago, I had my blood tested at BP Lab and there was a doctor who explained my results to me.

I went with three of my other classmates and two of them had their blood taken as well. One of my two friends is quite skinny and so there was no problem drawing blood from her but we all noticed that this technician did not wear gloves on both her hands while taking our blood sample.(or attempted to take our blood sample). Then for my other friend, who is also quite slim and her vein was so obvious you could see it meters away, also had problems with getting her blood taken. The technician did the same mistakes to my friend as she did with me and my friend asked her to stop and told her straight that she was not competent.

I hope you’ll investigate this because you cannot have a staff member who can only draw blood from ONE spot and on ONE type of patient only – the ones with the obvious vein.

With best regards,
Jolene Lai

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Pissed off. Wasted my time and wasted my stomach acids.

There are so many people whom I have crossed path with that I find incredibly arrogant but only later on did I learn that they are actually very quiet in nature.

Then there are the ones who don’t really give a damn because getting to know someone who is deemed to be insignificant in their lives, are unworthy of their precious time.

Obviously I would mean people my own age whom I have observed. Most of these people are in their late teens to early 20s and I realize when in the company of adults they hardly know, they won’t bother with the small talk. They don’t even want to sit in the same room but want to go somewhere more secluded to chat among the ‘young’ people.

They don’t even bother to feign interest in adult chatter. By adult, I mean anyone older than the age of 35. That’s the definition of an adult – at an age where you should have had a few school going kids.

I personally think it is rude because adults are humans too. Don’t be so tak layan can or not?

I know some would say things like, “I’m not the type to mengambil hati one. Take me as I am. If you can’t like me for me, so be it.”

Having a few stands in life ( like mine of never attending any church events except for weddings and christianings and maybe when my best friends get baptised or something ..SO STOP ASKING ME TO GO TO YOUR CHURCH EVENT BECAUSE I SAID OVER AND OVER AND OVER FOR SO MANY DAMN YEARS THAT I . AM. NOT. INTERESTED. I HATE IT HATE HATE HATE!!!  ) is okay, but sticking to such an arrogant sounding principle just makes you a down right snob. Unless the person whom you’re talking to has been proven to be a total bitch/asshole, then by all means ignore the person lah. But if this is some new acquaintance, it’s nice to ask a few questions about his or her hometown, if they have any children.. or maybe ask questions related to the situation to basically lighten up the slightly awkward atmosphere. Friendliness gets people through a lot of things, you know.

These examples I’m citing are however not extreme arrogance. They would still have a small chat if it was initiated by some friendly adult.

Okay, maybe not only adults. What about friends of friends? You know, the type that you see everyday, standing next to that person you always say hi to? These people whom you don’t know are worthy of your hellos, okay. How can you treat the person as if he or she is invisible? Getting to know more people is always a good thing. Don’t be so arrogant.

It doesn’t hurt to give Hellos all around. I do it so often that sometimes, I even give a hello to a total stranger whom I thought was part of the group I was saying hello to.

Worse of all, you make your friends who notice this part of you feel bad. They notice your acquaintances looking at you queringly and wonder why can’t you communicate more. Personally, I feel that these people who don’t bother making other people feel comfortable or accepted in a social setting are still extremely immature.

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Nobody died and gave you the rights to talk like you’re more superior. So what if you are indeed better than them? In certain situations, you need to understand where the freaking line is drawn. If you respected us in the first place, respect would have been given to you too. But from day one, the vibes from you have pissed me off with nary an explanation.

Sometimes you just dislike a person without knowing why. Arrogance will never get you far.

It’s pathetic when you want to run away from responsibilities that have been entrusted on to you. If this goes on, in time to come, you would probably contribute to the downfall of what we have worked hard for all this while.  But that downfall will never happen because we want to make this work. With or without you, we’ll finish what we started.

Your excuses are stupid and overused. Nobody believes you, especially those who are supposed to watch over you. I can’t stand people who are up to forehead level in bullshit.

People don’t get you. You cannot continue living in your own world of (self acknowledged) wit and sarcasm. Stop acting like something that disgusts everyone. Looking at you pretending and pretending, do you not get tired? I’m already tired of you.

Noise. That’s all I hear. Senseless, mind-numbing noise, that keeps coming forth when something bad happens. Think twice if you are just like the person before playing the moral police. You. are. a. major. hypocrite.

Nobody freaking cares what you have to say. Your content is zero, you just drag on with your faux politeness which is really, just a big waste of time.

and YOU. Stupid gorilla. When the hell are you gonna disappear?

- Okay done ranting. Try counting how many people have been highlighted in this post. lol.

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Like any other girl, she could sense that the guy showed some interest and kept him in her reservoir of available guys. Don’t get me wrong, she’s not a player at all. No no  no. *shakes head profusely* She’s just keen to make new friends as she is single too and would like to see what is out there for her.

They’ve been smsing and Facebooking each other for a few months before they decided to meet up. She already broke a He’s Just Not That Into You rule. Apparently, dating via social networking sites is the new booty call.

So. ANYWAY, they made plans to go out for lunch and she mentioned that she would bring her sister along. The guy was like, “Aww, can I hang out with only you?” So she thought, “okayyyy…. so this is a date. Alright, keep cool. This is fine. Totally normal.”

It was only very close to the day of the date when they finalized their plans. Perhaps, it was another sign that He Was Just Not That Into Her. But Malaysian men can be great procrastinators so we’ll leave it at that.

She got a call from him first thing in the morning regarding their date. He said, “I got no car today lah..can you fetch me?”

If you’re her boyfriend, of course it’s okay for her to fetch me. But for god’s sake, this is a first date. You don’t freaking ask a girl to fetch you?

But my friend is a cool girl. She gave him the benefit of the doubt and said, “Okay….can you give me your address?”

He was very vague about it and didn’t really tell her how to get to his place. I mean if you’re a man, you won’t ask a girl you’ve only seen once to come and fetch you. You’ll take the bus, a taxi or even the LRT! And this is not like some high school boy who still depends on his mummy to fetch him around you know.

She was a little impatient and annoyed already and so she arranged for them to meet at the mall near his place. She even asked her sister and best friend to come along for lunch.

Through her texts with him, he said, “So today you’re buying lunch hor!”

For no reason. No freaking reason AT ALL.

Remember. This is a 30 year old man. With a managerial position at a famous company. At this point he pretty much sounds like a conman. A 30 year old man who asks a girl to fetch him on the first date and then tells the girl that she’s paying for lunch.

I asked her, “He’s joking, right?”
“No!! He was serious about it!”

I have no qualms about paying for my boyfriend because some other time, he would be paying for me. Sort of a give and take. But as a guy, if you want to start a relationship, you should start to roll the freaking ball. Settle the first bill of the first meal that you have together, because she will be indebted to you for a loong loong time. Of course she has the choice whether to see you for a second time or not lah.

So when they met up, he said, “Since you are buying lunch today, why don’t you choose the place?”

Wow… what a gentleman.

Pissed off, she simply suggested a hawker area near her friend’s place. At this point she, her sister and her friend were already weirded out by the guy, like why is he asking her to pay for lunch on a first date.

She doesn’t mind going dutch, especially since this is a first date. Plus, they don’t even know each other that well.

The guy was not embarrassed at all to constantly remind her that she would be paying for lunch. He proceeded to order quite a big lunch – like a few dishes of stuff.

When the bill came, you know what the asshole did?

He motioned to the waiter that she would be settling the bill.

Immediately, her sister and her friend shot out with loose change of their own. He was puzzled, “Eh? She’s paying what.”

Her friend shot back, “Oh, I sayang her wallet ma.”

He then looked curiously at the bill, like very kancheong like that. Then, this guy, this 30 year old guy who has a managerial position at a famous company, this 30 year old guy who is on a first date with a girl many many years younger than him, takes out JUST enough for his own portion of the bill.

WHEN YOU’RE FREAKING WORKING FOR SO MANY YEARS AND HAVING A MEAL WITH A GIRL (EVEN IF HER FRIENDS ARE AROUND) THAT YOU’RE INTERESTED IN, YOU FREAKING PAY. GET IT?

I mean it’s not too bad if you decide to go dutch. We’d still raise our eyebrows but we won’t make an issue out of it. But to keep reminding the girl that she would be paying for lunch AND then backing out on his intentions, only to fork out his share of the bill… wah lao. Really cibai la this fella.

My friend vowed never to see him again. EVER.

Gender equality and all that jazz is important but ONLY more so in the workforce. When you’re 30 and working and dating a student, BLOODY PAY LAH. IT’S HAWKER FOOD FOR FUCK’S SAKE.

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