Monthly Archives: June 2010
Warning : Potentially boring geeky post about Web 2.0 and Social Media. If that’s not your cuppa tea, please visit http://kkaroundtheworld.wordpress.com/#mce_temp_url# for some entertaining stuff! My former neighbour who has since moved to Texas [and turned out to be quite a dashing young man I must say 😉 ] has quit his job and is now embarking on a whirldwind worldwide backpacking adventure! EXCITING STUFF! I only regret I couldn’t make it down to Texas to visit him while I was in USA though 😦
I love the interwebz – it has allowed me, via my blog [and Facebook, etc] to network with other like-minded Bikram yogis through forums, Twitter and we exchange useful information [though sometimes I must admit I tweet totally useless stuff] and connect with each other 🙂 In fact, our community is so … unique and intriguing, I was supposed to write a White Paper on it last year but I got… sidetracked. OK FINE, I got lazy and I had to prepare for Teacher Training. And I got obsessed with holding Standing Head to Knee for 1 full minute, tee hee [which I still haven’t mastered, but oh well].
Most companies have now started jumping onto the Web 2.0 bandwagon. Heck, you even see small mom’n’pop shops with their own little “Like us on Facebook!” signs up [I should really take a picture of that next time …]. But what some companies think is Web 2.0 = total fail. For example, you can’t just set up a facebook page, “LIKE” it and expect 10 bazillion fans / members to tune in when you don’t even bother interacting with your core audience [true story x 1million for this jaded person]. What IS Web 2.0 anyway? For me it goes WAY BEYOND setting up a twitter account and announcing updates [*cough Machines], @MAS had it down to a pat but I’m a tad sad to see their brand personality vanish [*cough]. @yoga_rajashree had great Twitter presence, but I guess she got busy 😦 Mary Jarvis [hello Mary! ❤ ] on Twitter was awesome, but she hasn’t been on Twitter for nearly a year 😦 In other words, corporations need to go UP, ABOVE and BEYOND when doing Web 2.0. You can’t just do it and HOPE for the best! There is a FORMULA to it, THERE HAS TO BE INTERACTION [that’s why it’s called SOCIAL media, d’oh] – no more hiding behind screens, trolling forums, baiting people on forums [*COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH!!!!]. For Web 2.0 to work, there has to be TRANSPARENCY! So your flight got delayed by Air Asia? Obviously first thing I’m going to do is tweet @AirAsia and then slam @TonyFernandes. I’m sorry, but that is the truth, please don’t tell me you wouldn’t do it otherwise. And if your company truly sucks donkey balls @maxiscomms ? Don’t get on twitter if you can’t handle the heat! Twitter is not MEANT for damage control [you could try @maxiscomms and TMNET, I would love to see that].
One of the BEST ways Social Media [in particular, Twitter] has been utilised is by HBO for their star show True Blood. You have ALL the characters of the series @Sookie_BT , @Eric_ofArea5 @WilliamTCompton to even Lorena, Alcide, Tara AND Lafayette in on twitter INTERACTING with EACH OTHER and their fans! Basically the characters interact with each other based on what that week’s episode was. How EXCITING for rabid fans such as I, who cannot wait for the next episode of True Blood to come out [till someone burst my bubble and said “Ya know, it could be some fat overweight dude managing all 20 accounts” 😦 ]. Even Jessica the baby Vamp has her own BLOG and she VLOGS! [OK, it could be that same 50 year old dude who’s behind it, bleh].
Happy Social Media Day everyone!
*No, I’m not sick. I know the story, I just *cough
*My GOD it’s like I got hit by the Writing Fairy in the hinny! [haha, it even rhymes!]
*Fine, with the number of *coughs in my post, I really ought to have died of TB by now
Just when I start feeling sorry for myself and angry with the whole situation I’m in [I know, there’s nothing I can do about hematomas, falling and being sick], I am just amazed, humbled and truly blessed to have wonderful friends :
Jolinda – for mailing me [sealed with a KISS] a PERSONALISED copy of her EVERYTHING VEGAN COOKBOOK !!!
Kelvin Tan – for Dr.Joint Pain for my apparent ligament tear / bruise 🙂 And for postponing their foodie travels to Ipoh and coming all the way to Pavilion to pass it to me. LOVED IT!
Danna-san – for the AWESOMENESS Ultimate Ear earbuds. I was whining and complaining to him [I should probably stop annoying the poor guy at work] about how I lost my headphones and I can’t watch movies on Fluffyana at night cause I didn’t want to wake my mum up and cause I can’t listen to my iPod now. Next thing I know he says “Oh I secured [like some military exercise “We have secured the location, SIR YESSIR] an extra pair of UE earbuds for you…”. Then I got sick, couldn’t walk, and he DRIVES from his place to mine to deliver the earbuds to me.
John – Tweeted how Fluffyana came without iLife [ALL NEW MACBOOK PROS ON MAC OS X SNOW LEOPARD SHOULD COME INSTALLED WITH ILIFE] and how I was on hold for ages for A Form of Life to pick up at Machines the phone so I could complain. He then passes me [or rather, Kel] a copy of iLife, iWorks, Aperture 3 AND a Mighty Mouse! WHEE!
Ai Lin & Poh Lin – my lovely cousins who got me a HUGE TUB of exfoliating salts because they recalled I was troubled by ingrowns after epilating my legs.
Trust and the Universe shall deliver. 🙂
You wanna know the strangest things? Everyone I met who was so kind to me, I met on the Internet [except my cousins, for obvious reasons!]. I know they say there are crazies on the Internet, but so far my crazies have been the ones I’ve met in real life. *shudder.
So, any crazies here yet? 🙂
So today I went to see a doctor.
Waited like a good little citizen before plopping myself on the chair [which frankly, looked like it had seen better days / thinner patients]. After the diagnosis, this … person goes on a RANT. A serious RANT. A rant to END all rants.
“Yes, I had a patient in here earlier just now, who had a toothache… she didn’t see a dentist, so now she has to come see me … I couldn’t give her a longer MC because I’m not a dentist you see … ” TO
“I’m telling you, big corporations have to act this way … one day when you become the boss… you’ll see …because who can predict the human mind? It’s all human nature…” (I initially thought he was directing this to me… until he started saying THIS)
“You know, I was watching Geographic.. National Geographic. It was about this person who went to some jungle to live with the apes, follow them around to study human behaviour. [Er, was this Jane Goodall?] Oh you watched it to? So yes, can you imagine, living in the Amazon [Ooops, Jane Goodall was in Africa] for one year like the apes, to study their behaviour? [I think I’d go crazy] …” TO
“Yes! I’d go crazy too! Like all those soldiers who go to Afghanistan or Iraq … [I think that’s called PTSD], they go crazy cause they haven’t had a woman! God created Man and Woman for each other [at this point I was tempted to tell him I’m gay] … So anyways then when they go to Afghanistan they rape all these women! And honestly I don’t blame them [WTF WTF WTF!] … Like all the navy people… [WTF WTF WTF] …”
It was almost like I had the words “PLEASE TALK TO ME BECAUSE I HAVEN’T HAD ANY HUMAN CONTACT FOR THE PAST 10 YEARS” tattooed on my forehead in neon colours. Or “I HAVE A BLOG. PLEASE GIVE ME SOME MATERIAL TO BLOG ABOUT”. I’d rather think it’s the former over the latter.
“I don’t know what it is about me that makes people think I wanna hear their problems. Maybe I smile too much, maybe I wear too much pink, but please remember, I can rip your throat out when I need to.” Pam, True Blood.
p.s : Yes, I was wearing pink.
Since I have a stack of photos to edit, and I enjoy messing around Aperture 3 [whee! It’s like Photoshop Lite Made Easy With Photo Organising] with my NEW MIGHTY MOUSE [thanks John!!!!] , I’m just going to start bombarding y’all with my wannabe artsy-fartsy photos.
Just so you know.
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I am home quarantined. Hobbling around is ridiculous.
Tried doing Standing Bow Pulling[on my good side] but I fell out miserably, couldn’t even BALANCE and HOLD my foot for 20seconds!
I have never felt so weak and so debilitated in my life.
What do you do when you fall? You get right back in! I always tell my students, “When you fall right away, you get back into the posture, doesn’t matter maybe there’s 5 seconds, 50, 20, seconds, just get back in”.
Why? Not only do you build determination but you’re burning neural pathways, making you stronger than ever. The majority of battle in the room is in your mind, not your body.
Except now that I’m fighting with my body, more than my mind. OK, maybe my mind 90% of the time.
And so now, I pick myself up, and try to pick up my foot again. And again. And again. Until the day I no longer can pick my foot up [that will be the day I’m on my deathbed], I will keep on picking up my foot and trying again.
Afterall, what’s a small little setback in my practice? 😉
Mum on the phone to her mum [my grandma] :
Translation : Mum, can she (Mei) eat fish?
Mum : Ah Ma ah, Ah Mei sit ngg tet mau? In Hakka, a Chinese dialect
Grandma : HAA?
Mum : NGGG NGG, ee sit tet mau! [FISH FISH, can she eat it!]
Grandma : HAAA?
Mum : Khui ho yee sek yue mou? [Can she eat fish?] In Cantonese, yet ANOTHER Chinese dialect!
Grandma : HAAA? Ko ko kai? [HAAA? Chicken?]
Mum : HUU, chiak huu eh sai boh? [FISH, can she eat FISH?] In Hokkien, another Chinese dialect
Grandma : HAH?
Mum : IKAN IKAN [FISH FISH] In Malay
Grandma : HAAA?
Mum : FISH, YUE, NGG, IKAN!!!
Grandma : OHHHH. Why didn’t you say so in the first place?!
Mum : -___-
Gotta love grandmas!
Very dramatic title, but that’s how I roll. Drama!
Sooo, I fell down. On concrete. Whoop de doo!
My problems began on Wednesday right after I fell down. It started getting uncomfortable standing / sitting for long periods. On Thursday my hip / pelvis / groin started swelling. On Friday a great big RASH appeared on the area of swelling, which I attributed to a food allergy, but the damn rash didn’t go away even after I applied anti-rash powder on it religiously like a zealot possessed. On Saturday my hips started clicking when I walk. My femur bone hurts, my lower back hurts, and if I were to push my hips forward my whole leg goes numb. On Sunday I couldn’t even walk, watching Toy Story 3 brought tears to my eyes [in part due to the movie and my damn hip].
I know, I should’ve immediately checked myself in to the Sports Clinic, but I had to teach. Yah, I know, it’s not about me, it’s about my students. In fact, I had some newbies and demonstrating a locked knee and bending forward just pretty much hurt like a bitch on steroids.
That was it. I am going to see a hip doctor. If there ever is such a thing! [Shakira’s Hip’s Don’t Lie is playing in my head now!]
Booked my appointment with the “Hip Specialist”, but as the next slot was at 2:15pm I decided to see an orthopaedic surgeon at the private hospital just 15minutes from where I live.
La di da, booked myself in for a 1040am consultation. So I registered myself, proceeded to get my details in order “WOW you’ve been a patient here since… 1986!” and happily plonked myself in the corner. A few minutes later, the nurse sheepishly tells me that the surgeon is in surgery. WHAT? I booked my appointment and she tells me that the surgeon is in surgery?! Why bother with a booking?! At this point I figured I had better luck getting knocked over by a bullock cart than seeing a surgeon. OK. Chill the fuck out. Out came my feminine wiles [it’s deeply hidden under my macho manly exterior]
M* Uh, so, no possible doctor? I came all the way, and I have been in PAIN since Thursday, please could you get me another doctor? *SMILING through cracked lips
Nurse : Ok Madam [MADAM? WHAT THE EFF? I AM 24 25 24! ROAR!] … do you want to see a Chinese or Indian doctor?
M* : … I. Don’t. Care. Chinese, Indian, Malay, orang putih [Literal : White Man, Caucasian] … I just want to see a doctor. Preferably NOW. I don’t want to come back at 1pm. Please. I’m not fussy. Man, Woman, as long as the person is qualified, I don’t care.
Nurse : *dials away.
HISS. 1Malaysia my ass.
After getting a substitute doctor, hobbled my way down to the 2nd floor… to see… the… Gastroendologist. WTF? Apparently she got the room wrong. Sigh. Hobbled to the next clinic, the ORTHOPAEDIC doctor. Honestly, I didn’t feel bothered one bit, I was just amused! I said my hip hurts and she refers me to a digestion doctor! LOL.
FINALLY, I get to see the doctor. A Dato’ [kinda like a Lord of some sort, we’re absolutely crazy about giving people titles here] Doctor with a bad hair dye job and by bad, I mean, seriously, I know you’re 60+ but please embrace your salt and pepper hair and not resemble a wretched politician at that.
After much prodding and examination [the rash surprised him], off he sent me for an XRay and MRI. WOOO! I get to pretend that I am in an episode of House / Grey’s Anatomy! BRING ON DR. KAREV AND DR. CHASE. Ahem. Except this is real life and there are no hot doctors / radiologists. In fact, I was the YOUNGEST patient in the orthopaedic room. Yes, I even tried LOOKING for a hot doctor or intern. NONE, I TELL YOU, NONE. What? I know I’m sick, but can’t I just amuse myself? :p
Before I got my xray done came the usual barrage of “Are you pregnant / Do you suspect you may be pregnant?” questions. Again, I found it hilarious that the attending had to pull me to one corner and ask me [before he got too embarrassed to continue the line of questioning and got a female nurse to help me out].
Nurse : So you’re single? Not married? And 25?
M* : Yes.
Nurse : Have you had SI before?
M* : What’s SI? You mean, STI?
Nurse : Er, no no, SI … *whisper Sexual Intercourse.
At this point I had to surpress a giggle and a laugh, though I’m sure the attending and nurses thought I was crazy.
Got my xray done [JESUS THE ROOM IS COLD], and since my MRI was scheduled in 2hours’ time, I decided to hobble around the hospital to look for food. And my hobble, I literally mean, HOBBLE. I must say, the curry noodles at SDMC is pretty awesome! Coupled with chocolate milk I was in absolute bliss. Hobbled back to Imaging and waited. And waited. And waited. While watching.. XMEN ORIGINS: WOLVERINE !!!! Oooh Hugh Jackman… the only decent looking person I’ve seen the whole day and he came in a small little black box, not exactly the package I was looking for 😉
Did my MRI and slept through the process. If you’ve ever done an MRI, it’s actually quite … noisy. When the magnets are being fired up it sounds and feels like I’m in a pod [woo Dollhouse!] and someone’s banging on plastic bucket repeatedly. When the images are being taken it almost sounds like the middle C, D, F, B note being blanged on repeatedly [in that order].
After my report was done [it was already 3:35pm by then …] I hobbled back up to see the surgeon, who is supposed to leave at 4pm! ROAR! I made it a fast hobble [think Frodo the Hobbit hobbling like his feet became dainty little size 5s] … JUST IN TIME!
Diagnosis : Hematoma [blood clot / bruise] on my groin/pelvis, around the size of my palm. Not a torn ligament / tendon, thank kitties and ponies.
Prescription : Acroxia 120mg [the same stuff they use to manage osteoarthritis / rheumatoid arthritis / gout pain]
Treatment : Rest, don’t aggravate the area, or I’ll have to go for surgery to drain the blood out. YEEECK!!!!
As for now, more rest is in order along with lovely episodes of True Blood and Dollhouse [OK OK I’ll get a book to read!].
I guess this had to happen before I knew how to take a fucking chillpill the size of China and… REST. 😉
My return to the hot room should prove interesting, disgusting foul medication aside.
Whatever happens, happens for a reason, right?
There’s an ultimate plan in everything the universe delivers, correct?
Maybe I do this, I get good karma, right? [though I *know* it’s wrong of me to expect it…]
I need to rest.
I will post a fullblog post when I’m in a better mood.
So the radiologist stuffs me in the MRI tunnel thing. Oooh is that DUCTTAPE on the machine? HELP!
*After 6 minutes*
Radiologist : Miss Ng?
Radiologist : We just noticed… that your bladder is full.
Yes…. [I’m so used to this]
Radiologist : Would you like to empty it first? Er, you’re gonna be here another 30minutes, plus with a full bladder we might not be able to see your scan properly…
p.s : This is the SECOND time I’ve been told to empty my bladder halfway through an MRI / ultrasound. Sheesh. I really do drink / hold lots of water like a camel.