Okay, so you’ve got tons of cool wishes for the Lunar New Year. I got three! Yay!
My maternal grandfather is Chinese and that’s about all the oriental heritage that runs in my family. During the Japanese occupation, his family was forced to integrate into the Bidayuh community and embrace the tribal way of life deep in the rural villages. Being one with the tribe, his family and many others escaped bleak future, torture and even death by the Japanese. Inevitably, their cultural heritage dissolved into a thin layer of memory which occasionally makes its way through the generations during small talks and as a pick up line at the bar, or as a sideline issue in a blog entry such as this.
It does make an interesting article, that is, once I gather all the data from the man himself and his children; my uncles and aunts. Yup, another item to add to my to-do-list-soon, real soon. For now though, like I said, the only connection I have with this culture is a hint (a quarter to be exact) of Chinese facial features and a handful of good friends.
Friends I’m proud to have. Friends who wishes me a prosperous Chinese New Year when they know I won’t be tossing any shreds of fish and vegetables to welcome the auspicious year. Oh but the fire boar is always good to greet. Good to eat. Pit roasted and all.
All kinds of wishes came my way too, including this one;
“My wish for you is to be continuously reincarnated as an egg. This way, you’ll get laid every morning, get sucked every day and get hard in 3 minutes. Happy Chinese New Year!”
Okay, I get most of it, the meaning, except for the second reason that sucked. Hey, don’t ask me. I haven’t a clue. Besides, it’s just for fun. Something to crack you up on New Year’s Eve, or during breakfast in bed, or whatever. Spouse’ presence highly recommended.
And by the way, it kinda’ gives you the assurance to that age old question of which came first. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I believe the egg always comes first.
I might be totally wrong. After all, I’m just an egg.
Happy New Year everyone!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Friday, February 16, 2007
La Luna
Happy Chinese New Year everyone.
It'll be a long holiday in Malaysia.
Happy Holiday!
The year of the Fire Boar this time. That's hot!
It'll be a long holiday in Malaysia.
Happy Holiday!
The year of the Fire Boar this time. That's hot!
Friday, February 09, 2007
Yellow
I woke up on Wednesday morning with a few groans, some huffs and several sighs.
“Huh… what were those about?” I asked myself.
My body felt unusually warm.
My limbs were not their usual steady selves in the shower and there were traces of aches in my muscles and joints. Driving to work required more focus and effort than usual.
I started to feel very cold in the office. My body temperature felt otherwise; especially my head.
That was it. I knew I was down with high fever. And the thought that I might get another dose of yellow fever sent chills down my spine, in every sense of the word.
I immediately started the remedial procedure. Based on my previous yellow fever experience two years ago (or denggi as we fondly call it in this part of the world), the only known remedy is to keep yourself sufficiently hydrated. Drink like there’s no tomorrow. For there will be none if you fail.
I quickly looked up facts about yellow fever from multiple web sites to get confirmation - The signs, diagnosis, remedies and also prevention (yeah, a little late for that) made my fever stink very much like denggi. A bloody denggi deja vous!
My productivity declined as anxiety attacked but I decided to stay a while for some pressing matters. I drank gallons of water and convinced myself the cool office temperature would help keep mine down, thus avoiding any possible brain cell damage, despite instant chills and shiver every few minutes. Needless to say I went to the rest room to pee every 20 minutes or so.
I left work at half past five and continued drinking (good ol’ plain water this time) and resting through the night. I struggled to finish my dinner which fortunately didn’t taste like bitter medicine. Then I drank some more.
Laying my head on the pillow (with a wet towel) didn’t help with the high cranial temperature. In fact, it worked like a heat insulator for my head. Horror! So I slept in a reading-in-bed position, with the fan blowing in my face, my head leaning against the wooden headrest.
The night went by ever so slowly, as I drank every last drop of water I can possibly swallow. Peeing several times in an hour caused a slight burning sensation, a piercing feeling.
My effort may have all gone down the toilet but it was never flushed in vain.
“I better be well when I go for a check up tomorrow. This rear-right-side headache is bugging me like a cancer! And I’ll be damned if it’s denggi again.”
The next morning, feeling considerably better, no more body aching, except for a ‘lumpy’ residual headache at the back of my head, I went to University Malaya Medical Center as planned. I reached the reception counter at 8.30am, took a number and waited as told.
And boy did I wait...
After three hours I finally saw the doctor.
“How long since you had this fever?” she asked.
“Yesterday afternoon” I said, half hoping that her next question would be 'and how long did you have to wait outside?'
Tough luck.
“Any coughs?”, “Body aches”, “Vomitting?”
My response were all “No”
“Any denggi cases in the area you’re staying? This could be denggi.”
“Oh my place is denggi prone. I’m concerned this might be denggi as well. I was hospitalized here two years ago because of denggi. I spent three nights at the denggi ward upstairs.” I explained.
“Ok. Your blood pressure is quite good. Let’s test your total blood count. Once the nurse has taken your blood sample, get it to the lab and as soon as the result is displayed online, we’ll call you in. Hang around nearby.”
I was expecting a kind of enthusiasm from her considering this is my second time here for a somewhat similar reason, although it wasn't her the first time I came. But she was indifferent about it. No extra notes for repeat patients either.
On second thought, maybe there was nothing good to say.
Definitely not 'Oh is that right? Wellcome back then. It's a pleasure to have you here. Although I'd prefer not seeing you here, being sick and all. I'm not saying I don't want to see you but... well, you know what I mean'
25 minutes later,
“Your blood test came out negative for denggi. It's not denggi. Just regular high fever” said the doctor.
“Oh that’s good news” I said.
“I’ll just give you panadol ya. Drink a lot of water and get some rest.” She concluded.
That’s exactly what I did, my good doctor. I couldn’t agree more. Thank you very much.
After wating for a good 20 minutes for the common aspirin at the perscription counter, I took the rest of the Thursday off and recovered just in time for a good night’s sleep.
Today I’m as good as new.
“Huh… what were those about?” I asked myself.
My body felt unusually warm.
My limbs were not their usual steady selves in the shower and there were traces of aches in my muscles and joints. Driving to work required more focus and effort than usual.
I started to feel very cold in the office. My body temperature felt otherwise; especially my head.
That was it. I knew I was down with high fever. And the thought that I might get another dose of yellow fever sent chills down my spine, in every sense of the word.
I immediately started the remedial procedure. Based on my previous yellow fever experience two years ago (or denggi as we fondly call it in this part of the world), the only known remedy is to keep yourself sufficiently hydrated. Drink like there’s no tomorrow. For there will be none if you fail.
I quickly looked up facts about yellow fever from multiple web sites to get confirmation - The signs, diagnosis, remedies and also prevention (yeah, a little late for that) made my fever stink very much like denggi. A bloody denggi deja vous!
My productivity declined as anxiety attacked but I decided to stay a while for some pressing matters. I drank gallons of water and convinced myself the cool office temperature would help keep mine down, thus avoiding any possible brain cell damage, despite instant chills and shiver every few minutes. Needless to say I went to the rest room to pee every 20 minutes or so.
I left work at half past five and continued drinking (good ol’ plain water this time) and resting through the night. I struggled to finish my dinner which fortunately didn’t taste like bitter medicine. Then I drank some more.
Laying my head on the pillow (with a wet towel) didn’t help with the high cranial temperature. In fact, it worked like a heat insulator for my head. Horror! So I slept in a reading-in-bed position, with the fan blowing in my face, my head leaning against the wooden headrest.
The night went by ever so slowly, as I drank every last drop of water I can possibly swallow. Peeing several times in an hour caused a slight burning sensation, a piercing feeling.
My effort may have all gone down the toilet but it was never flushed in vain.
“I better be well when I go for a check up tomorrow. This rear-right-side headache is bugging me like a cancer! And I’ll be damned if it’s denggi again.”
The next morning, feeling considerably better, no more body aching, except for a ‘lumpy’ residual headache at the back of my head, I went to University Malaya Medical Center as planned. I reached the reception counter at 8.30am, took a number and waited as told.
And boy did I wait...
After three hours I finally saw the doctor.
“How long since you had this fever?” she asked.
“Yesterday afternoon” I said, half hoping that her next question would be 'and how long did you have to wait outside?'
Tough luck.
“Any coughs?”, “Body aches”, “Vomitting?”
My response were all “No”
“Any denggi cases in the area you’re staying? This could be denggi.”
“Oh my place is denggi prone. I’m concerned this might be denggi as well. I was hospitalized here two years ago because of denggi. I spent three nights at the denggi ward upstairs.” I explained.
“Ok. Your blood pressure is quite good. Let’s test your total blood count. Once the nurse has taken your blood sample, get it to the lab and as soon as the result is displayed online, we’ll call you in. Hang around nearby.”
I was expecting a kind of enthusiasm from her considering this is my second time here for a somewhat similar reason, although it wasn't her the first time I came. But she was indifferent about it. No extra notes for repeat patients either.
On second thought, maybe there was nothing good to say.
Definitely not 'Oh is that right? Wellcome back then. It's a pleasure to have you here. Although I'd prefer not seeing you here, being sick and all. I'm not saying I don't want to see you but... well, you know what I mean'
25 minutes later,
“Your blood test came out negative for denggi. It's not denggi. Just regular high fever” said the doctor.
“Oh that’s good news” I said.
“I’ll just give you panadol ya. Drink a lot of water and get some rest.” She concluded.
That’s exactly what I did, my good doctor. I couldn’t agree more. Thank you very much.
After wating for a good 20 minutes for the common aspirin at the perscription counter, I took the rest of the Thursday off and recovered just in time for a good night’s sleep.
Today I’m as good as new.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Random Sunday
It was a beautiful Sunday morning. Outside St. John’s Cathedral Bukit Nanas were droves of people catching up after the first early morning mass, mostly Pilipino, some African and the rest Malaysian. The church bells rang for the next service session, and I looked at my watch, 10.30am. “That’s my cue” I thought, rushing through the crowd as I try to locate my friend, Diego, waiting for me at the entrance.
“Right on time” he said, and we walked into the church with many others. We made our way to one of the pews at the balcony upstairs.
“It’s good to have a friend at church. It feels a bit weird sitting through the Sunday service alone” he said.
“Uhuh” I agreed.
“At least there’s someone to talk to, exchange notes and stuff. Usually, when I’m alone at church and the pastor slips in funny remarks during his sermon, I just keep it all in while everybody savors it with their friends and families; quite frustrating you know” he explained.
“Well, when you’re alone, you talk to God. That is what you do when you go to church”. I said, flashing a cynical smile.
Blimey! If we were anywhere else, we’d burst into a hysterical laughter.
Fortunately, both of us realized that we were in the house of God and kept it all in. There was plenty of time to laugh our heads off (which we did) after church; no heresy intended.
After church, on our way for lunch we chatted, updating each other on the latest happenings, about life, friends and families.
“You know, James’ been going to church every week with his new girlfriend” said Diego.
“Yeah? Haha, very much unlike the two of us” I added.
“He’s becoming more warak (Malay word for pious) it seems” Diego noted.
“If he’s warak, we must be rawak (Malay word for random)” I concluded.
And we were in stitches again.
“Right on time” he said, and we walked into the church with many others. We made our way to one of the pews at the balcony upstairs.
“It’s good to have a friend at church. It feels a bit weird sitting through the Sunday service alone” he said.
“Uhuh” I agreed.
“At least there’s someone to talk to, exchange notes and stuff. Usually, when I’m alone at church and the pastor slips in funny remarks during his sermon, I just keep it all in while everybody savors it with their friends and families; quite frustrating you know” he explained.
“Well, when you’re alone, you talk to God. That is what you do when you go to church”. I said, flashing a cynical smile.
Blimey! If we were anywhere else, we’d burst into a hysterical laughter.
Fortunately, both of us realized that we were in the house of God and kept it all in. There was plenty of time to laugh our heads off (which we did) after church; no heresy intended.
After church, on our way for lunch we chatted, updating each other on the latest happenings, about life, friends and families.
“You know, James’ been going to church every week with his new girlfriend” said Diego.
“Yeah? Haha, very much unlike the two of us” I added.
“He’s becoming more warak (Malay word for pious) it seems” Diego noted.
“If he’s warak, we must be rawak (Malay word for random)” I concluded.
And we were in stitches again.
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