Thursday, April 27, 2017


Ok aku macam tak de update yang munasabah ataupun yang berbaloi korang nak baca. Tapi jari jemari halus mulus ai ni gatal nak update blog. Rasa ala-ala productive sikit la, walaupun entry ke laut. Tapi pedulikkkkk la kan. Nasib korang la kekadang dapat entry sampah mcm ni. (eh hari hari pun entry sampah)

Short update:
Mak walrus ni has been diagnosed as pre-diabetic.

Yaassss. I am so unhealthy that I had to have the lab results hit me on the face.

I'm not diabetic yet, so tak perlu nak cucuk insulin bagai (I think that's a different type of diabetes or something? Ntah, gua tak arif lagi pasal medical ni). But I'm getting there if I don't change my lifestyle.

My doctor refused to put me on pills sebab she said I'm still young to be depending on pills. She also said "GET THAT BUTT MOVING GIRLLLL" (yes, my doctor is hip and awesome. She's also young). So I'm trying to constantly move during the day.

Nak terus terus jump onto the exercise routine lapanblas jam sehari tu memang tak la. That's too high of a goal. Tak realistic. So instead of signing up for unrealistic goals like that, I plan to actively move throughout the day. I will try to get on the treadmill for at least 20minutes and have my daily goal of 8000 steps.

I will increase once I'm more acquainted with the activities.

My health coach (yes y'all. Ahkak ada health coach. uols. She's a dedicated health coach at my workplace, so you can book her time slot), she gave me a fitbit to try. I told her I don't want to splurge on something that I don't know if I'd like it. So now I have this fitbit on my wrist. Macam best pulak tengok the number of steps tu. Aku ni memang jenis competitive, so if I see my coworkers with a lot of steps, I will try to beat their numbers. My health coach cakap, this could work then!

So we shall see berapa lama aku tahan.

Tengok tengok besok malam I will stuff my face with a cheesecake.

Eh, tetiba kempunan cheesecake.

HAHAHAHA baru sat tadi cakap pasal healthy activities bagaiiiiiii, tapi dah dasar pelahapppppp

Ok bai.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Pap Smear

For the first time in my life, I went for a pap smear test.


Ok ceritanya gini.

I scheduled my appointment for a pap smear on Feb. The first time I went to see my doctor, hari tu cuma untuk sesi berkenalan je. Dia nak tau family history, my health history, current medication blah blah. Kira that day was for the patient (aka me) to gauge whether or not I'd like this doctor to be my doctor.

The procedure over here, kita boleh hire-and-fire your doctor to be your Primary Care Physician (PCP). Your PCP will be your first contact kalau ada apa-apa masalah as well as caring for your on-going health issues. So instead of going to some random clinic ke hospital ke apa, you'd first go to see your PCP, they will diagnose you and recommend the proper solution. They'd also refer you to a trusted specialist if you need. If you need ubat ke apa, they'll provide the prescription for you and you can bring that prescription to the pharmacy. They're your family doctor la kiranya.

Speaking of ubat, hospitals and doctors office usually tak de obattt. You'd have to get your obat from outside pharmacies. Usually drug stores ada pharmacy segment at the back, so you'd bring your prescription from your doctor to them, and they'll provide you with your meds.


So I scheduled my appointment, and my doctor told me to schedule another appointment for physical.

Like crap. Tak boleh ke buat sekali gus. Malasnyaaaaa nak kena amik cuti bagai.
But whatever lah. More of a reason for me to prep my vagina. LOLOL

So I did. I scheduled 2 weeks after that day. When the day came, tetiba la pulak period kan. I wasn't sure if you can do your pap smear WHILE on period. Aku fikir, mesti bersembur sembur darah bila kangkang kan...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Damn imaginasi tinggi.

I rescheduled it, a month later.

So the day for my physical finally arrived. Oh before tu lupa nak bagitau, on the day itself (my appointment was at 2:30pm), in the morning I was working. So I rushed home, got home around 1pm-ish, had lunch etc. Tengah tengah rehat sambil tunggu jam 2am (the health center is only 10mins from my house), tiba tiba teringat:


Then kelam kabut shave. Nasib baik gua ni pro. Guna shaver laki. Dia shave muka, gua shave pepet.


Tahik gila aku ni

Anyway, kau nak present your vajayjay to a stranger, takkan kau nak dia perform treasure hunting kot. Kena selak selak baru jumpa. HAHAHAHHAHA

Ok I'm making it sounds so horrible, it's not that horrible guys. Aku tak de la biarkan pubic hair tumbuh so wild sampai boleh buat braids, y'alls.


Macam mana laki aku nak perform hobi di malam Jumaat kalau bukak bukak je WHOOSSHH rumput sejambak.


Oh speaking of malam Jumaat, what in the world does that mean? Meaning kau cuma have sex hari Jumaat je ke? (or is it on Thursday night itself?)

But whatever it is, damn how do you live with that. Once a week? It's not a chore ladies. It's human nature, we want it all the time.

Anyway I digress.

So back to my pap smear test (HAHAH yes aku ni kuat get off track). So I dragged my husband with me in the room. My doctor came, we talked a bit, blah blah, then she told me wear this hospital gown yg ada cuma strings tu. Ok, meh sini aku nak complain, ni gown utk budak budak ke apaaaa. My boobs can barely fit the damn thing!

Anyway, so I laid on the medical chair thingy (??for some reason my brain can't think what it's called, but you should know what I mean), she covered my bottom half with a cover, and said "Ok, I'm going to check for any lumps on your breasts now ok"

I was like.

"Um, okay, go ahead, pile on onto my uncomfortable-ness"

All of us laughed at my dumb joke.

Dude, I don't know why but I'd make dumb jokes when I'm uncomfortable.  I used to just talk non-stop, but apparently I've developed this habit where I'd say stupid shit. I guess it's my brain trying to ease up the situation or something.

Anyway, she opened my gown, and pressed on my boobs. Squeeze and squeezed.


Don't get me wrong, I like it rough on the bed, but THIS FRICKING HURT.

She said all is normal.
I replied "Good, because that hurt and I don't want to do it again"

Sorry, I couldn't help my mouth.

Then she went on to pull the leg structures from the chair (sorry, don't know what it's called), and asked me to put my legs there. She told me to move forward so that my butt touches the edge of the chair.

She lubed up the device, and told me to take a deep breath. And she shoved it in.

Ok first thing first here. The "shoving" part, didn't hurt at all. maybe the fact that I'm used to big stuff LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL, but it's the fucking scraping or swabbing or whatever that comes afterwards that's soooooooooooooooooooo uncomfortable!!

I felt it was scraping the inner wall of my vagina (ok that's not true, it's actually the opening of the cervix) but hole fucking shitball.

Most. Uncomfortable. Feeling. Ever.

And I thought letting a stranger squeeze my boobs were uncomfortable?? How naive was I.

Oklah, I know you're an expert, you've had 10120231 pap smear tests, and you must be thinking  "alaaaaaa setakat feeling pap smear je dah dramatik over over".


I'm telling how I felt and if you don't like it, then go write on your own blog.

Eh tetiba defensive apahal.

Anyway, I hated the feeling. It didn't hurt. And when Don asked me how it felt, I couldn't describe it. I told him, it's not just something I can describe.

He said "try me"

I said "Can't. You don't have a hole in your private region"

He said "yes I do. A butt hole"


Whatever, gua malas nak layan laki gua.

Ok bai.

Monday, April 10, 2017

Rage. So much rage.


I have lots of shit in my mind now, I figured I might as well type it out before I get crazy.

Eh, memang dah crazy pun. Too late.



You don't have to tell me that my family misses me like crazy, or my cat cries during her sleep, or my grandma sobs whenever she cooks my favorite dish.

Stop. Just stop.

You're not helping the situation. Unless if you want to buy me 2 return tickets and still pay for my salary for the duration that I'll be gone, then I'm down.

But if not, then wtf is your point???

Also, I will only accept USD. MYR has little to no value over here.

Look I get it, they miss me. I miss them terribly too, but you don't have to flaunt it like YOOW MAMMA MISSES YOW LIK CRAYCRAY

I fucking know.

It annoys the shit outta me when people ask me when I'm going back to see my family, as if I have miraculously forgotten about them, as if they don't fucking exist anymore.
It's even more annoying when you keep on nagging that someone in my family misses me blah blah like what the heck are you trying to say here? That I don't miss them too? That I purposely do not want to go back to see them?

I just got a promotion I'm not about to take 3 weeks off.
I'm also in the process of buying a house so all $$$$$$$$$$ goes into that fund.

Again, bitching behind my back about me not wanting to see my family does you no good.


[fuck. I typed this long winded essay about work TWICE, and had to delete them]

[because I'm refraining myself from talking about work here]

[also just know that I've only been in the company for less than a year, and already received a promotion]

[bear in mind that with that promotion, it lets me skip 2 (possibly 3) positions at one go]

Also, to survive over here, you'd have to be assertive. You cannot bring your Asian ala-takperlah-segan-lah mentality over here or you will be stepped over and over again.

You have to be strong, lobby the shit outta yourself, and be fucking extra at everything that you do. Make your effort recognized. Have no shame. Raise your hand. Speak up. Give opinions. Ask questions regardless of how bodoh you may sound. Volunteer to lead. Take responsibility if you fuck up. Take the initiative to improve yourself. Don't be lazy. Take no shit from people if they throw you shit.

Oh that reminds me of a story. Someone was spewing shit story about how I refused to help out blah blah.

The fuck? I didn't receive any notification nor any email about that, so I had to clue.

I had to clear my name out. I went to the manager explaining my situation.

I will not take any shit being thrown at me.  I will own up my own mistakes.

I no longer consider Malaysia my home.

Stop saying I should go home.

Home is where I make it. And I'm making my home here.

I hate Malaysia's politics, I hate US' politics too.
But I especially hate Malaysia's politics.

I also hate how racist and double standard Malaysians are.
If you follow me on FB, then you'd know how deeply invested I am on certain topics.
I'm not going to reiterate them here.
My fingers are getting tired.

I have no shame to admit that I'm beginning to forget certain words in BM. Most of the times its one of those bahasa pasar/bahasa rempit. I'd sometimes find myself using google translate.

To my defense, I hardly speak BM anymore. Who am I going to speak BM with?? Don only knows 3% of the language (best case). I have no Malaysian friends here. I hardly speak BM on my FB anymore (to appease my husband and his side of the family).

Also, don't fucking tell me that I've "forgotten my roots". As far as I know "cuwiee" or "bezs" are not in the fucking dictionary.

I'm starving.

Rasa nak goreng ayam pulak. Makan dengan kicap ABC dan cili padi.

Ok bai.

Also, I have no cili padi here.
Jalapeno dan habenero berlambak lah.