Friday, June 17, 2005

Just Another Day in The Office

"Rudeness is the weak man's imitation of strength."
- Eric Hoffer

i just witnessed a positive demonstration of this quote today.
i simply can't tolerate ignorance and stupidity.
not that i'm talking about myself...i'm not that ignorant, i'm not that stupid, and i'm too nice to be rude. no?


the number of viewers for my friendster account skyrocketed since i put up a picture of me and karin. maybe everyone is interested to know which girl managed to catch the eye of their nice, apathetic friend that they all know.

oh no, i'm back to "observant confused kid" mode...

i'm not nice actually...i rather think of myself as more tolerant.
more tolerant of the BS around me. it's not that i won't get angry or anything, but when you've been so angry about so many things previously, somehow a lot of the irritating stuff around you all kinda seem less important and serious after awhile.

joyce will say, "jc, you better don't become a jerk. if even you can become a jerk, then it'll be true that ALL guys are jerks." suddenly, it seems like all my guy friends are already condemned by the fairer sex, and i'm the sole survivor, ready to be chewed on if i even showed a hint of morphing into "jerk" form.
heck...i can find friends who are nicer than i am. and single too. hehe~

negative point about being seen as a "nice guy", when you really do get pissed, everyone freaks out. because they thought you're suppose to be buddha or something...

i'm not nice.
nice guys don't get angry or pissed.
i do.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

The Pen Knife & The Blunt Needle

i'm currently a handicap right now...because yesterday, i almost took off abit of the tip of my right thumb while using a pen knife in the office. went to medical centre, and i got 2 stitches.

medical officer (MO) looks at the cut
MO: im going to give you a stitch.
me: eh stitch pain anot?
MO: (looks irritated) of course it will be pain.
me: erm..okie...

MO went to get his sewing kit which comes all wrapped up in a light blue cloth.
threads the needle in. starts to stitch up the thumb, but the needle can't go in.
me: (giddiness...) eh..i'm feeling kinda dizzy...
medic: eh relax...
me: can i lie on one of your beds later?
MO: wah...this needle ah... (pulls out the needle, took a look at it, then try to poke it into my thumb again.)

after 1 stitch...
MO: eh..it's still bleeding, i need to give you one more stitch.
me: har?! can don't stitch anot?
medic: erm...since you're here, why not just get it done right.
me: ok lah ok lah...stitch lor...

MO poke the needle into my thumb again. this time i don't feel dizzy, but it kinda hurts a little.
me: ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow....

it's done, and the MO left. medic put on a dressing for me, and i think the stitch work on my thumb kinda sucks...poor workmanship.
medic: not bad you never scream or anything. some people will scream very loud, then some will scream very loud then faint.
me: erm...okie
medic: then when they fainted, we will just force the needle in. cause the guy cannot feel anything already.
me: erm..okie
medic passes me a form to sign.
me: what form is this?
medic: it's an agreement form to show that you allow us to treat you.
me: wah~! you stitch me up already then ask me to sign agreement form~!
medic: erm...


so there you have it...my afternoon in the medical centre. must keep the dressing dry so when i shower i have to wrap a small plastic bag on my thumb.
but now i got a small problem when i shower. my left hand can't reach my left armpit so...anyhow wash first bah...
weekend when i go karin house then i ask her help me wash. hahahahaha~!!!!
erm...okie okie...not funny...