The organised chaos

The power of P

Over the past two days, I have come to understand the power of pee.
Yes, you read it right. Pee, urine, piss, whatever.
And that does not even include that fact that my future mobile phones can be powered by a drop of my body’s waste.

The human pee possesses the power to bring you down to your knees, to make life a living hell for you. I am totally exaggerating, of course, but anyway, problems with the pee can be traumatic and distressing.

I am actually blessed with a bladder of steel, as Popartgirl will no doubt attest to. I can usually slurp down bottles of water without feeling the urge to piss soon after. Hence, imagine my surprise, when I suddenly developed the urge to run to the loo every half an hour yesterday. Peeing became, literally, a pain in the ass because there was this weird sensation that accompanied the flow. I brushed it off as a temporary malfunction of my bladder and ignored it.

To my surprise, I actually woke up a few times during the night to go to the loo. And horrors of horrors, was that blood I saw in my pee?!

Off I went to see the doc in the morning. The usual GP was not around and in his place was a gay-sounding/looking one (gaydar alert). He diagnosed that I was suffering from urinary tract infection based on my symptoms. Just as I was feeling all worried about the bloody pee, he asked if I were married. I said no and he asked if I had a boyfriend. I said yes and suddenly, he gave me a knowing look and a smirk and then proceeded to tell me that UTI is caused by the bacteria trapped in the foreskin of a man’s errr manhood and that I should pee immediately after sex to get rid of the bacteria.

I could only sit there, speechless and amazed at his presumption. After he finished his little tirade, I shot back that trapped bacteria could not be the only cause of UTI and he replied, breezily, “Oh yes, you need to wipe your butt from front to back instead of back to front. If not, you are introducing bacteria into your body.”

With that, he dismissed me from the room with a casual wave.

Presumptious ass.

I did my own little research and found out that the infection is actually caused by the presence of a bacteria, E.coli, which had somehow escaped from the colon area. Hah. Sex is one of the causes but not the only one. Women tend to be more prone to UTI (yet another gender inequality at work here) and the chances of the infection recurring is high (damn). If untreated, the bacteria could move on to the kidneys, leading to kidney infection.

So ladies, always remember to wipe your butt front to back.
It’s very important.

He sure ain’t having UTI.

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Everything Else

Music on Mondays (9): The one about catastrophes

I’m sure everyone who inhabits the civilised world would have known about Hurricane Katrina and the devastation she had left in her wake. Incomprehensible anarchy, the pain of death and loss, the feelings of helplessness and suffering. All that makes me grateful for the fact that I am born to this country where natural disasters mean a thunderstorm that uprooted trees.

The EFB said that he does not understand how a city could sink into such lawlessness, and compared it to the three-day blackout that KL had before. I think that this is as good a comparison as saying that apples are not as delicious as oranges. The massive scale of tragedy in New Orleans is nothing like a three-day blackout. Lights would still work after being fixed, but it could take New Orleans years to clean up and revive again.

There is just no comparison.

Somehow, the sombre mood of the events just seems so perfect for the setting of Jeff Buckley’s Hallelujah (link removed).

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Photography, The organised chaos

Batam weekend getaway

!(imgleft)!Theboyfriend and I took a short trip across the seas to Batam over the weekend for a little getaway since we had no choir practice for the first time in a long while and we had both been a little knackered and stressed over the logistics of the concert.

We stayed over at Batam View, whose website is unfortunately nicer than the actual premises. Perhaps it was because we were there during the super off-peak period but many of the so-called highlights, such as water sports and night life, were sadly not in sight. There were only two restaurants there so we basically had all our meals at the coffee house as it was located at a more convenient place.

Thankfully, it still turned out to be rather fun. I suppose it is a case of “it’s not what you do but who you do it with that matters”. The boyfriend and I trundled around the place, climbing up uneven steps and exploring the grounds. We hopped over the to spa and had a sports massage each, which would have been rather heavenly if not for the masseuses’ occasional strong and over-enthusiastic kneads (methinks the EFB would have approved). The service staff were wonderfully polite and helpful (Singaporeans could learn a thing or two from them), though language was a barrier.

If we ever do go back there again (unlikely, but never say never), we would definitely stay at the villas that are located right beside the beach (see photo). They are lovely brick houses with pointed chimneys, attic windows and balconies that opened out to the sea. They, however, cost a whopping S$400 per night so it would be best to go with friends.

I think I am addicted to massages.


National Day Parade 2005


Sometimes, I think I should call myself an accidental photographer. When I contrive to take photos, they don’t turn out to be special inevitably. And then I’ll get nice shots when I least expect it.

Anyway, I was lucky enough to be holed up in a room at the Oriental hotel on National Day because the cousins had rented a room there for the night. The best thing was, the room was right in front of the boat that shot the fireworks so it was almost as if the fireworks were just right in front of us. The bad thing was, the room had no balcony but a ceiling-to-floor window. Which was good enough, I suppose.

I love fireworks!

Fireworks from NDP

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The organised chaos

Have money, will travel

Recently, I was bitten by the travel bug.
Perhaps induced by the mundane desk-bound job of mine, the mind started wandering off to far-flung places and fantasizing about exploring the world that lies beyond our sunny shores.

For starters, I have decided to make use of the public holidays of November to go off on an adventure in either Cambodia or Vietnam. And then, there is next year’s World Choir Games in Xiamen, China. Exciting, eh?

Since my pay is nothing but peanuts (not the gold-plated kind), I have to start saving money in order to fund my wanderlust. This means cheaper meals, less boozing, more gym-ming (to make my membership more value-for-money heh) and noless shopping.

Angkor Wat is calling my name….