Saturday, August 27, 2005

Saturday Report/ Laporan Sabtu/ Laporan Ari Sabtu

<---English--->
I can't believe how early I woke up this morning. 8 a.m. Headed downstairs, had char koey for breakfast and washed down with green Nescafe 3-in-1. Went upstairs and changed into working clothes: an old t-shirt and a battered shorts. Painted the gate black. Finished at 1250, after which I took a shower (remember, I haven't brushed my teeth either) and went down to have lunch. Kuchei Rojak! If you have time, visit him near the Blind Masseur Centre in Batu Lintang. But be quick: on some days they already sold out by 11 a.m!

I crashed out until 5 p.m. due to sheer exhaustion. When I'm too productive, I'm scary.

<---Melayu--->
Aku tak percaya aku bangun awal pagi ni. Pukul 8. Turun tangga, makan char koey untuk sarapan, minum Nescafe 3-dalam-1 yang warna hijau tu. Naik atas tukar baju: T-shirt lama dengan seluar pendek koyak rabak. Cat pintu pagar dengan warna hitam. Habis pukul 1250, lepas tu mandi (ingat, aku belum pun gosok gigi) pastu turun lagi makan tengahari. Rojak Kuchei! Kalau ada masa, kedai dia dekat Pusat Urut Orang Buta dekat Batu Lintang. Tapi cepat: ada hari diaorang habis jual pukul 11 pagi!

Pastu aku tidur sampai pukul 5 petang, letih sangat. Bila aku rajin gila, orang takut dengan aku.

<---Melayu Sarawak--->
Blogger's note: I speak the Sadong dialect of Sarawak Malay. Most of the time, West Malaysians hear the 'standard' Sarawak Malay: the Kuching dialect. I use the Sadong dialect with my close friends and family, and the Kuching dialect for everyone else.

Sik cayak aku bangun awal pagi tok. Kol 8. Turun tangga, makan char koey pake sarapan ngan Nescafe 3-in-1 warna ijo ya. Nait atas tukar baju: make T-shirt lamak ngan sluar pendek kuyak rabak. Ku ngecat pintu pagar ngan warna itam. Abis kol 1250, pas ya mandik (ingat, aku lom gik merus gigi) pas ya turun agik makan. Rojak Kuchei! Mun ada masa, kedey nya kat Pusat Urut Orang Buta kat Batu Lintang. Tapi kenak cepat: ada ari sidaknya abis jual kol 11 pagi!

Pasya aku tido sampe kol 5 petang, lelah rilak. Bila tang aku rajin, takut sidak.

Friday, August 26, 2005

NSDS3 blogs in English/Melayu/Melayu Sarawak

<---English--->
I never dreamed that this day will come, blogging in Malay. Ah well, Merdeka is approaching and though I have some issues with the Central Government I'll just close my ears and pretend it's Malaysia's Merdeka.

After what seemed to be a terrible way to spend the week long school holiday, I awoke this morning with yet another problem: collarbone. My right collarbone aches all day and still is when I'm typing this. And every time I breathe in, my chest feels painful.

I guess it's one of the body's sign that you had been sleeping in the wrong direction.

<---Melayu--->
Aku tak pernah terfikir yang aku akan blog dalam bahasa Melayu. Takpalah, Merdeka pun dah dekat dan walaupun aku ada isu-isu dengan Kerajaan Pusat, buat masa ni aku pura-pura yang 31 Ogos ni Malaysia Merdeka.

Ingatkan cuti seminggu ni dah teruk, rupa-rupanya pagi ni aku bangun dengan satu masalah lagi: tulang selangka. Tulang selangka sebelah kanan aku asyik sakit sepanjang hari ni, masih terasa sakitnya waktu aku taip ni. Bila aku tarik nafas, dada pulak rasa sakit.

Mungkin ni salah satu cara badan beritahu kita yang kita tidur dengan cara yang salah.

<---Melayu Sarawak--->
Sik pernah aku terpikir yang aku akan blog dalam bahasa Melayu. Sikpalah, Merdeka udah dekat dan walaupun aku ada masalah kit ngan Krajaan Pusat, buat masa tok aku purak-purak yang tigasatu Ogos tok hari Merdeka Malaysia.

Ku ingat tek cuti seminggu tok dah terok, rupa-rupanya pagi tok datang agik sigek masalah baru: tulang selangka. Tulang selangka belah kanan aku asyik sakit ajak sepanjang ari tok, waktu naip tok pun agik berasa. Tarit napas, dada agik rasa sakit.

Kali tok sigek cara badan kita madah yang kita tido ngan cara sik betul.

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Thursday, August 25, 2005

Changes in the Colonel's Diary

I have updated the sidebar. Notable changes are the drop down list and I have also changed the Creative Commons license to Attribution-NonCommercial-NonDerivatives 2.0, a more common one used by bloggers.

Sadly I have to disable Anonymous posting now. The spammers have found this blog. My apologies to all non-Blogger users, especially chrissie. I will go and flag the spammers that are on Blogger. For the others, well, I can do nothing at the moment.

Cheerio.

EDIT: Fuck, 5 minutes after I posted this entry another spammer came knocking on the door. Nabeh.

Edit 2: Anonymous commenting have been re-enabled. However, word verification is required to comment. Again, I would like to apologise for the inconvenience.

Back from Meeting the Doc

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I just came back from seeing the doctor for the second time this week. As you can see from my previous post, my health is not in the green area lately.

Waiting in the reception area, I attempt to finish The Catcher in the Rye. The cry of a baby woke me up from my reading. Oh, the clinic is open 24 hours (but the doctor has to be called, but nevermind) and also have a delivery center. This day must've been the most productive as I heard two baby crying as they enter the world. One mother actually walked to the car after giving birth. That came as a shock to me.

The doctor is quite high-tech for a GP. He got an electronic device, the Patient Monitor 8000, to measure your heartbeat and blood pressure. Then there's this Dr. Camscopesomething. He'll put the wooden stick on your tongue, still make you say "Aaa" but your throat gets magnified real large on the TV screen. Sure saves him the time of looking down people's throat.

I've been given four medications: a cough syrup, packets of asthma tablets, fever pills and phlegm and mucus 'melter'. Quite a haul.

Hope it will tune down after all this medication. I'm quick sick (pun not intended) of having my sinuses expand and blocking my damned nose.

Edit: I forgot to mosaic the clinic's name. My apologies, Dr. Y.