The hotel room where I stayed in last week has a high tech toilet! It has two water spouts to wash the nether regions; one for posterior end (shared by both gender) and the other is gender specific (only for the ladies)!
Aiyo, it’s so hard to blog using only ‘clean’ language. Hope I made myself clear!
I totally enjoyed the ‘backwash’. 
Tues, 170407 @ 1147
I had a lousy day yesterday. You know, one of those days that things just don’t turn out right and each little incident helps to make day go spiralling out of control into mayhem. One event pile onto another and it just goes crazy.
In the morning, I nearly collided with 2 cars in separate incidents while on my way to work. Words fail me except to say “Seremban drivers suck”. And….
Then, I tried to renew my driving license online through the www.myeg.com.my which has been advertised to death on radio. They promised that there wouldn’t be any ‘drama’ and that they can even deliver the license to your doorstep! At least that’s what they claim on radio. Well, HOGWASH! I tried and tried and tried and it doesn’t work. This government approved portal SUCKS too….
Then I drove all the way down to KL to attend the all important meeting only to be told “Your presence is unnecessary here” (those were the exact words). And so…
I spent the time sitting and reading as well as trying to log onto the wireless internet in the building but couldn’t. A call to the IT department had a guy informing, or rather insisting that my “password should work” (exact words again), but it didn’t! After a long conversation on the phone (which Maxis made a fortune out of me) he finally relented and gave me a temporary password. By which time…
It was time for lunch. And so I drove out for lunch and then do a spot of shopping. Spotted a pair of shoes that I thought my wife would like but didn’t have money on me, and by the time I got money out of the ATM and returned to the shop it was already sold. And the stupid ATM simply refused to reload my ‘Touch-&-Go” card. But I did…
Manage to buy a birthday gift for my kid who turns 8 this Friday only to be held up at the counter by an incompetent staff who took all 1 hour to test the darn toy and wrap it up! And she did a lousy job wrapping it. It was on the tip of tongue to tell her “If I’d wanted the gift to be wrapped with white paper, I would have done it myself” because she wrapped it so badly that the underside of the wrapping paper was showing all over! I also…
Bought a pair of multicoloured socks for my wife, only to be told later when I got home that she “doesn’t even wear shoes anymore these days…”
And the meeting? It started at 2 pm where I am involved in one of the brainstorming session. I won’t write about it here (for obvious reasons). Suffice to say one of the presenter is a medical student. My only angst with his presentation was “What’s with the slang dude? It pains my ears to hear it”. And finally I drove home….
To be greeted by my kids with hugs. The wife was ironing. And there was a cup of tea on the table.
But before I could even sit down to rest a bit, my kid shoved her homework in my face for me to look through. Which made my blood boil a little. And a small ‘I said-you said-but I didn’t hear what you said’ tiff with the missus over a stupid un-ironed shirt made my mood even more foul.
Dinner was terse. Ryan’ refusal to eat only compounded it. To top it off…
There were toys scattered all over the living room with dried laundry waiting to be folded, my kids lazing around like zombified little maharajahs mesmerised by the TV playing ‘Superman Returns’ only made it worst. I sat…
Down to fold the clothes which makes the numbness on my shoulders come back . I don’t know why bending down or up, like in folding clothes or hanging up the laundry makes the numbness come back. It’s the cervical spondylosis. What I used to enjoy doing, now I have to endure doing. Sigh. I also told…
The kids in no uncertain terms that I will place a huge box outside the house where I shall deposit all their unkept toys in the night and at the end of the month, if they are still in the box, the content shall be given away to poor deserving kids. That night, I threw out their entire Lego set, their entire DVD collection and Ryan’s gun and Ikea construction set which I picked up from the floor because my warning obviously went unheeded. I had a sore throat and a headache that wouldn’t go away. Putting the kids to sleep..
Was an ordeal as Ryan again put up a fuss and refused to sleep. One hard smack to the backside settled that. He sobbed till he slept. My right palm ached. My heart even more..
In between there were phone calls from a friend who wanted to bring his dad to see me in my clinic today, a church member who wanted to talk about her future career as a physiotherapist, another church member who wasn’t sure where she needs to bring her daughter for blood tests, an sms from a friend who asked “What is Nonoxynol-9?” and another sms from another friend who announced that he has touched down from his trip to Thailand and that he bought me, of all things, under-wears! (Good grief! I distinctly remember asking for swimming trunks!!!!).
I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. I was so tired. It was only 9.30 pm then. I didn’t care that I will miss NCSI on TV. I went to bed tired, with a headache and sore throat, angry and frustrated that I’ve been a lousy father and husband and wondering what went wrong. I have this stupid Avril Lavigne song playing over and over in my head….”Keep holding on…..”
One stupid stupid lousy day…
Don’t bother to comment as I’ve disabled comments. I just want to vent. Give me that space.
Tues, 170407 @ 0809 am.
