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Free Sizes

2010-05-01T23:19:00.000-07:00

(Author : The Hmmm???)

I like to laugh at this word “Free Size”. Each time my sister (who happens to be an “XL” person) and me (a “M” person) goes shopping for clothes, we would ask the sales staff what the size would be on the tag when there were none indicated.

And as usual, they would give an answer that “It’s free size”. Can you imagine this? I’m holding on to a blouse which looks like a large size but with no size indicated on it and looking at my sister and myself, the blouse is too large for me and too small for her. So how can it be a ‘Free size’?!

Another occasion was when we were at another shop that sells T-shirts and again we picked one up, looked at the tag, and the “Free Size” words were indicated. This time my sister took the T- shirt, measured it against her tummy ( psst.. that’s her large part =) ) and guess what? The T-shirt wouldn’t even reach from one side to the other of her tummy.

How is it that the words ‘Free Size” is being used so loosely???? Huh?? My head is cracking up.

So , I’ve decided to give it some thought. If this clothing is “Free Size”, wouldn’t it be a “one size fits all” kinda clothe? Thinking illogically for a second… That means it should fit even a baby till an XXXXXL person, shouldn’t it? It’s suppose to stretch and shrink the way you want it to be …. It’s suppose to be “FREEEEE SIZE”!

Ok! Ok! ….. Back to logical thinking…. truth is there is no such thing as “Free Size”. Everyone has a size, it either “XS”, “S” , “M”, “L”, “XL”, “XXL”, “XXXL” or more. Don’t you agree?

I think the garment factory just doesn’t know what size to label and so they named it “Free Size”.

I wonder who started the “Free Size” word…… Hey Ladies! ……. Can you imagine a “Free Size” bra? Hahahahaha. Adoi!!!! Cannot imagine what type of cup to use???? Disposable ones????.... Hahahahahaha………. More HUH????

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The Last Living Gentleman

2010-04-13T08:19:00.000-07:00

(Author : Gayathiri P.)

It had been more than a year since I had seen him, yet the bond between us remained us profound as ever. He stood at the doorway of his simple terrace house, his kindly grizzled face illuminated by a smile of heartwarming joy. He is the last living gentleman of an all but extinct moral idyll.

It is no surprise that Alfred Kunalan quickly became my favourite patient at Hospis Malaysia two years ago during the course of my Community-Based Practice programme. With a magnanimous charm and effervescence undiminished by a decade-long affliction with colon cancer, Alfred was a character who appeared ill-placed in the sterile hospice environment resonating with ominous terminality. He dispelled the stifling funerary ambience with his compassionate nature and keening wit, a refreshingly unique spirit in a domain almost unanimously associated with futility and hopelessness. Alfred radiated positive uplifting energy, a compelling antithesis to other patients similarly affected with malignancies, but embattled with bitterness. In fact, while seated at the table and glaring with mock anger at a volunteer who dared to take away a plate of candies before he had his fill, he seemed more alive than even the healthy people in the room.
Yet Alfred was the odd one. Volunteers and hospice staff perceived the gloomy patients as the normal ones. Who could fault them for their depressed spirits? Practitioners of conventional medicine had deemed their unfortunate predicaments beyond the tangible aid of medical intervention. Palliative care was merely a means to prepare them for the inevitable end, and not many of them were willing to go peacefully.

The Kübler-Ross model highlights five discrete stages narrating how people cope with grief and tragedy. Alfred must be one of the few individuals who readily accepted the trials and tribulations of life from the outset. The diagnosis which might have crippled the spirits of younger, more able-bodied men fortified his own, and provided the impetus for him to serve as a source of spiritual enlightenment for others.
Alfred perceives his disease as a blessing: “Before I had cancer, I thought the world was condemned. Beyond redemption. But after that, I realised just how many beautiful people there are still around. And it’s beautiful people like you and others that make the world go round.”
He narrated the stories of Sodom and Gomorrah: “Abraham begged God to spare the twin cities if he could find one, just one virtuous person in each of the cities. God promised that for the sake of the righteous dwelling within each city, He would wreak no destruction. I believe that that promise from God still holds true today.”

When I discovered that I failed Year Two in 2008, I was shattered. Alfred was among numerous people who encouraged me to not quit medicine, for he was convinced beyond the shadow of a doubt that I was destined to be a gifted medical practitioner. “It’s not because you are brilliant, because you know that and everyone else knows that. But you have a beautiful heart, and God knows that you’ve made me so happy. You’ll have the chance to make many people happy when you become a doctor. Aspiration is not equal to ability, but you have both. That’s why you’re going to succeed.”

“Sir, maybe I just don’t have what it takes,” I cried.

“When we pose a question to a computer, we never question the answer it gives us. Why do we always question this computer?” I could hear him tapping his finger against the side of his skull. “This computer created that computer. Why do we always question it?”

Alfred is quite the ladies’ man at church, never short of a few dozen female companions at the end of the evening service. He takes a good half hour to walk the short distance from his seat to the exit. Without fail, an attractive young lady loops her arm through his and escorts him home. “God must love me dearly,” he tells me with a rakish wink. “He gave me a stroke, which reduced mobility in my one leg. Now I’m always in the company of pretty girls.”
Were it not for his uncompromising devotion to religion, Alfred could be easily mistaken for a decrepit old lecher. But it is common knowledge that he shared naught but platonic relationships with women and girls. “I love you,” he tells me as he clutches my hand with paternal affection. “I love many young ladies. But I always tell people, never confuse love with lust. My four sons know this, too. They know I will throw them out if I ever find out they’ve been abusing a woman’s love.”
With a twinkle in his eye, he recalls how he courted his wife for four years, never once laying a finger on her. “People thought there was something wrong with me,” he said. “But our wedding night was beautiful and pure because we saved ourselves for each other. And that’s the most precious gift two people in love can give one another.”

Alfred's wife of thirty-three years, Bibianna, was diagnosed with cancer one year after Alfred himself was diagnosed with stage IV colon cancer. Doctors concluded that she had an exceedingly poor prognosis: two months at the most to live. But she persevered for five whole years. Alfred is not acquainted with ‘mind-body medicine’ in the same manner as those in the medical field, but still acknowledges the vital role psychosocial factors played in Bibianna’s life during her twilight years.
“We are a close-knit family and community. Bibianna came alive when she received visitors. The physical pain she suffered during those visits was excruciating, but she refused to take her morphine until after they had left. She said that although the morphine dulled the pain, it had a similar effect of her emotions, putting her in a stupor. She just didn’t want to be robbed of any aspect of special human interaction.”
When Bibianna succumbed to her disease in 2004, Alfred was initially distraught but found solace in religion. “She went before me, to prepare heaven for me,” he always tells me. “I hate it when people talk about how much I loved my wife while she was alive,” he tells me. “I never loved my wife. I love her.”

The concept of love and marriage has been accorded evolving interpretations over the years. Alfred speaks despairingly how people have acquired a disenchanted perspective of intimacy and romance. In his youth, he says, when an individual elected to remarry, especially in situations where the dissolution of the marriage did not stem from the natural death of one partner, society viewed the newly married partner with a certain degree of disparagement. Now it is not unheard of for newlyweds to request annulment of their union within days of the ceremony. At the most, it makes for some interesting, albeit short-lived headlines.
“I have loved many women throughout my life. Bibianna is the only one I have ever, and will ever, love beyond platonic attraction.”

Another reason why Alfred’s memories of married life resonate so profoundly with me is the fact that like my beloved Christopher and I, Alfred and Bibianna were (or rather, are) an interracial couple. And like us, their love was subject to relentless opposition from family and friends. Their respective families stigmatised romantic relationships between individuals of different races. Bibianna literally had to choose between marrying her soul-mate, and abiding by her family’s wishes. Her parents disowned her on her wedding day, and she would never hear from them again for the rest of her life.

A history of forty pack years preceded the day Alfred officially received his diagnosis of colon cancer. He mystified everyone by quitting cold turkey on that day itself. On the same day, he gave up alcohol.
“Mind over matter,” he says simply. “We can do anything we want to, provided we have the motivation.”
Alfred is fond of mentioning how doctors are perplexed by his medical history. Although his cancer is in remission, his diabetes and hypertension persists. His kidneys are in poor shape.
“They always say it’s a miracle that I’m standing upright.”

Alfred is a testament to what the best doctors have known for years: that physical and psychological health is inextricably linked. He claims that he discovered the true secret to enjoying good health only after realising his body was falling apart. The secret is one frequently scoffed at as a ‘medical myth’, and undermined by orthodox medical specialists. “Love,” Alfred declares, “is God.” A pious Catholic, Alfred is succoured by staunch devotion to the faith, and his love of cultivating meaningful relationships with those around him. How he has inspired the hundreds of people privileged enough to cross his path defies verbal description.

My experience working with Hospis Malaysia and Alzheimer’s Disease Foundation Malaysia over these last two years have convinced me that I am impassioned to contribute to the health of the elderly. My present interest in gerontology may be a fleeting one, but that which remain indelibly imprinted upon my psyche are the often underestimated contributions of the elderly population to the generations succeeding them. Their lifetimes are educative and emotive tapestries of richness beyond compare. Some are blessed to be born into circumstances of abundant bliss and satisfaction, and such fortuitousness follows them from the cradle to the grave. Others are touched and moulded to conform to a chosen destiny. The patients I encountered in Hospis Malaysia often recall their lives with deep regret and pain. Overwhelmed by the misery of apparently having their lives not merely shortened and riddled with physical and mental suffering, but robbed of significance, is akin to the most dreadful violation. Those who no longer knowingly have a life, or even memories, to call their own, such as those tragically afflicted by Alzheimer’s disease and dementia. Yet all these elderly people share one commonality – to be invaluable tutors of life, directly or indirectly. The elderly are marginalised, ostracised and segregated from society at large, on the basis of their disability or lack of productivity.

Mr. Alfred Kunallan.

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It's Complicated!!

2010-04-09T03:07:00.000-07:00

(Author : The Hmmm???)

You’re damn right it’s complicated!

Have you watched it? If you haven’t, my advice to you is go for this movie. It’s really hilarious and I bet you will laugh till you roll to the ground! At the same time, watch for the moral behind the story.

It has some real moments and truth in it about how life is being married and divorced, plus the impact it has on the people around you. The story tells us how life really is in reality.

(Note: Movie spoilers ahead! Read at your own risk.)

I would like to share some of my thoughts here……………………………………………………

Truth is, everybody in this world is searching for happiness. Just like in this movie, Jake (Alec Baldwin), a divorcee who got married again, this time to a younger woman and he is probably in his 60’s (age was not mentioned in the movie).

Now, in general most people would say, “Wow, what a guy! Really envy him, he’s got a young pretty looking lady for a wife, probably a hot one too!” Well, most will drool and wish they were in his shoes.

We never stop to think for a second about what their life really is like back at home behind closed doors.

Just as the scene in the movie showed, he was henpecked by not only his wife but also his young son. Life was not exactly turning out the way he had wanted it to be.

People are funny; they always have this idea that the grass is always greener on the other side.

When they are in love for the first time, all seems rosy and beautiful. (All flaws that appeared are shoved under the carpet) In their eyes then, both partners believe that they are made for each other, inseparable, in heaven, they smell only sweet scents and see beautiful colors around them. It’s like they are in a garden all day long, having fun, picnic after picnic, running around under the shady trees with the lovely breeze brushing by them …… Awwwwe ……Ahhhhh…. Hmmmmm….floating on cloud 9…………
SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! WAKE UP.

Guys and Gals, Ladies and Gentlemen… this is a wake up call. Time to open your eyes WIDE! Fun is over! Come back, Come back, say Hello to the Real World!

No worries, not all of reality is bad. We have choices that we can make. Whether it’s a bad choice or a good choice, it’s still a choice.

You choose to fall in love, You choose to let someone love you, You choose to be married, You choose your partner to share your life with… see where this is leading to…… Everything you do is a CHOICE.

So my dear friends… have you ever ask yourselves,

Why you married your spouse in the beginning? Why did you fall for the person you want to share your life with? Why do you not still be in love with the person you’re with after an X amount of years?

You see, each and every one of us deserve to have the happiness we want. All it takes is for you to find it and mind you, I’m not talking about searching it from the outside but instead, search inwards.

I was once asked what I thought of a marriage and I answered that it’s hard work. The answer blew the person who asked away because he could not figure out my answer.

DO YOU THINK SO TOO????????? Please do share your thoughts. :)

Want to know why that’s my answer? Well, to make a marriage work takes two to tango and it’s not like you dance around all day. Both got to put in effort, make sacrifices and a lot of compromises.

A marriage is TWO people from TWO different worlds with TWO different sets of values, coming on a common ground to find a bond to be together as ONE. Now... take a moment and think about it… don’t you think that there is a lot to do?

Just imagine, that the Sun and the Moon has to merge together to be as one. Tough eh ??????

Well each and everyone CAN make the marriage work if you really want it to. There are many things you can do to keep it alive even after many years in the marriage. The only thing that matters is whether you are up for it.

I know nowadays many would call it quits after having an argument, and it seem so easy for them to just walk out. Take a pause and glance at yourselves before you pull the plug.

Ask, have you given it your best shot? Have you done everything you possibly can? Have you understood each other well? Or have you talked it over???

Please think it over before anyone makes a hasty decision to go separate ways.

Remember the grass is never greener on the other side.

Hey if you need to share your thoughts…. Feel free to write or respond.

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Mean Girls

2010-03-09T15:45:00.000-08:00

(Author : Vaniessa C.)

It seems like just yesterday we were hanging out in the hallways of our high school in between classes. Boyfriends and girlfriends sneaking in a kiss and hug, trying to avoid getting caught by the teachers. Staying after school just so you could hang out with your friends before extracurricular activities start or maybe to catch a glimpse of that special someone you had a crush on.

High school was never easy, peer pressure, fitting in or being different and still being accepted. Maintaining grade averages, boys, homecoming, prom, dating and drama. Yes, I finally said it! There was always some drama, especially with that one particular clique. You know exactly which group of girls I am talking about. The ones that stare down at you at the hallways, spread rumors about you, and goes after your crush not because they liked him but because you did. They basked in everyone else’s misery because they had control and they knew it. Making people look bad was their forte' and they would not stop until someone got hurt.

Well, years have passed and times have changed but some things remain the same. Means girls are still at as they were. But now, my best friend is made one of their victims. Imagine if you were in her parents’ shoes..how hard is it to watch your fifteen year old go home in tears just because other schoolgirls spread rumors about her, threatened her and enjoyed the emotions on her embarrassed face.

They stalked her until she locked herself in the restrooms in tears and hyper-ventilate. She lashes out at me and her family because she is stressed and does not want to go to school anymore. Can I blame her? Honestly NO. If her parents had their choice, she would be home schooled for the rest of her high school days. However they do not want her to miss out on the great things like education, homecoming, and prom etc.

Where does it end with these girls? Most of the time, they get a little slap on the wrist and go right back to doing what they do best which in turn makes them retaliate even more? It's a vicious cycle that needs to be broken. How many times have the parents gone to the school to confront the situation and only to have the administration tell them, "Girls will be girls, try and let them handle it. The girls will work it out on their own." Really? What is it going to take? Someone’s child going to the extreme, drama escalating into a fight and or hurting themselves?

I'm not a super bestie or best friend because I can do anything and everything; I am a super best friend because I will do anything and everything to protect my friend. I am the friend that will stand up for my friends because I believe in them; I have grown up with them with good moral values and done the best I can as a friend. I worked hard.

I just want to send a message out to all you that are experiencing the same situation.

You cannot let them break you. Remember how amazing you are, and they would not do what they do unless you had something that they want. You can't break someone who thinks nothing of you. They are looking for a reaction which is really the only thing you are responsible for. You cannot control them but you can control how you react. Be strong and don't let them know they hurt you or that they scare you.

Friends;
be supportive and remember how hard high school was and guide them to a better tomorrow.

To all you mean girls out there;
I have taught myself, and my friend, strength and courage. You will not break us.

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Winnie the Pooh and the Meaning of Life

2010-03-07T08:00:00.000-08:00

(Author : Vaniessa C.)

Chances are you've seen the show Winnie the Pooh at least once. And, chances are, you've long since forgotten about it.

You most likely watched it when you were young, maybe 4 or 5 years old. A few years passed and you began to shed your childlike behaviors. You started getting rid of things; your stuffed animals, your Barbies, your Hot Wheels. And before you knew it, you had grown up.

Recently, I found myself sitting in a rather uncomfortable chair, waiting for my checkup with the dentist. I flipped through a few magazines, but it was all the same: DOW is lowest it's been in years, suicide bombing kills twelve, stimulus bill being reconsidered, tax cuts imminent... Not wanting to sit there and twiddle my thumbs for the next half-hour, I continued to look for something, anything, that would keep me occupied. My gaze settled on a book I hadn't read in most likely over a decade: "The Sneetches" by Dr. Seuss. I had no better options, so I thought "Ah, why the heck not?"

Thirty minutes later, I was still dazed and amazed.

I had always respected Dr. Seuss for his way with words. The way he weaves and warps his words, his poetic style, even his cartoon illustrations are done with a finesse that most authors and artists only dream of. But there was something else about his writing, something I didn't quite understand until now.

There was philosophy in it. Philosophy. In a children’s book. Ideals of equality and loving yourself for who you are. Of course, this got me thinking: what other childhood memories where more than met the eye?

And that brings me to Winnie the Pooh...

Symbolism in Winnie the Pooh

I popped in my old favorite "Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day", got out my notepad, and started watching. I watched closely, looking for any deeper meaning behind those lovable little balls of fluff. Here are my thoughts:

Winnie: Let's start with the shows namesake, Winnie the Pooh, or as I call him, "Pooh-bear". Pooh-bears favorite food is honey or, as his jars dictate, Hunny. Everything he does is in the pursuit of more honey. He eats and eats and eats, and just won't stop. I believe that he is symbolic of obesity, an extremely large problem in every country. Some even go so far as to call it an epidemic. I'm not going to quote some BS statistic stating what percentage of Malaysians are obese. However, I can personally say that about one in every 3 or 4 people I see walk by are overweight. Heck, I used to be pretty overweight and I didn't care about what other people thought. But when I started learning about the health issues associated with obesity, I changed my ways. Another interpretation of Pooh-bears behavior could be a representation of gluttony, one of The Seven Deadly Sins.

Piglet: Small, scared, and a little bit wimpy, Piglet seems to be a physical manifestation of fear. While many episodes end with Piglet conquering his fears or overcoming great obstacles, on the whole he is quite the pushover. It only seems fitting that he represents Malaysians many fears: terrorism, an economic crisis, worries of tainted food, police brutality, and a plethora of other problems. We live in an age of fear, but if we can trust our economy, if we can trust the food we eat, if we can trust law enforcement to not abuse it's power, we just might be able to beat our fears.

Eeyore: The pessimistic one of the bunch, Eeyore is almost always feeling down. Constantly ignored and his opinions undervalued, Eeyore tends to keep to himself. At first it reminded me of my junior high years, but them it hit me: depression. This one actually hit pretty hard, because me and most of the people I care about have dealt with extreme cases of depression at one time or another. It takes a hold of you and your life and doesn't let go. Some people get better, some people don't. But one thing's for certain: it has a huge impact on our lives.

Tigger: This one's just too easy: pride. Tigger loves himself. He has a huge ego, he's competitive, and he constantly lies about his abilities in order to inflate his ego even more. It seems that each day, people become more and more egotistical. We're completely self-centered, selfish beyond reason, and extremely vain. We care too much about what others think of us. We obsess, every second of every day, about the way people view us. Plain and simple, we are a very shallow society. (And yes, I did use another one of the Seven Deadly Sins)

Closing Thoughts
While my interpretations might be flawed, I firmly believe that many of our childhood memories still hold some truths in our lives to this day. Even if you disagree, it's still fun to relive parts of your childhood. So pick your favorite childhood book, grab some movies you used to love, and I think you'll soon realize that enlightenment is everywhere.

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Parents : "We have dreams too"

2010-02-20T08:45:00.000-08:00

(Author : Anonymous)

This wonderful post has been copied from a forwarded email from a fellow contributor “The Hmmm???”. Enjoy.

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Some things that we do are often taken for granted.

This is about a man who tells how his booking an air ticket for his father, his first flight, brought emotions and made him realize that how much we all take for granted when it comes to our parents.

My parents left for our native place on Thursday and we went to the airport to see them off. In fact, my father had never travelled by air before, so I just took this opportunity to make him experience the same.

In spite of being asked to book tickets by train, I got them tickets on Lufthansa.

The moment I handed over the tickets to him, he was surprised to see that I had booked them by air. The excitement was very apparent on his face, waiting for the time of travel. Just like a school boy, he was preparing himself on that day and we all went to the airport, right from using the trolley for his luggage, the baggage check-in and asking for window seat and waiting restlessly for the security check-in to happen.

He was thoroughly enjoying himself and I, too, was overcome with joy watching him experience all these things.

As they were about to go in for the security check-in, he walked up to me with tears in his eyes and thanked me. He became very emotional and it was not as if I had done something great but the fact that this meant a great deal to him. When he said thanks, I told him there was no need to thank me.

But later, thinking about the entire incident, I looked back at my life.

As a child how many dreams our parents have made come true. Without understanding the financial situation, we ask for football, dresses, toys, outings, etc. Irrespective of their affordability, they have satisfied to all our needs. Did we ever think about the sacrifices they had to make to accommodate our many wishes?

Did we ever say thanks for all that they have done for us?

Same way, today when it comes to our children, we always think that we should put them in a good school.

Regardless of the amounts of donations, we will ensure that we will have to give the child the best, theme parks, toys, etc. But we tend to forget that our parents have sacrificed a lot for our sake to see us happy, so it is our responsibility to ensure that their dreams are realized and what they failed to see when they were young. It is our responsibility to ensure that they experience all those and their life is complete.

Many times, when my parents had asked me some questions, I have actually answered back without patience. When my daughter asks me something, I have been very polite in answering. Now I realize how they would have felt at those moments.

Let us realize that old age is a second childhood and just as we take care of our children, the same attention and same care need to be given to our parents and elders.

Rather than my dad saying thank you to me, I would want to say sorry for making him wait so long for this small dream. I do realize how much he has sacrificed for my sake and I will do my best to give the best possible attention to all their wishes. Just because they are old does not mean that they will have to give up everything and keep sacrificing for their grandchildren also. They have wishes, too.'

Take care of our parents. Don't take them for granted and make them feel small and unwanted in their old age. They too have feelings/dreams/hope/aspirations/wishes (and many broken/shattered ones) too while sacrificing them to give us our needs and our wants.

If you think this is worth reading, please share it with others too.

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Cubicle Thoughts

2010-02-17T17:47:00.000-08:00

(Author : The Hmmm???)

Well! Well! A blog eh? Cool, I suppose this sound a little like Oprah’s talk show, hee! hee! Never had a thing or two about this stuff but then again, it’s nice to give it a go so Thank you Mr Who? for this idea.

Well, I do have something that I would like to share with all the ladies WHO are on this blog or better still if this could be spread out to WHOever they are able to reach out too.

It started when Toilet bowl seat was made in a shape, more for sitting then squatting. This modern technology was made to serve its purpose, I guess?? Maybe it was for those WHO are lazy or too tired to squat. Boink? Boink? Wonder? Wonder?

These days in most new shopping malls or in any public toilets, they make more of those “sitting” ones then the “squatting” ones which leads me to wanna asks questions such as these,

Why do you think most ladies want to dirty the toilet seat by squatting on it??

Why don’t these places make more squatting ones for those who wants to use them?

Why go through the hassle of trying to do a balance act on the toilet seats?

I see most of the time when I’m in the ladies washroom, most will queue for the “squatting” ones and out of 10 cubicles there will only be two which are made for squatting. If you go to the Gardens Mid Valley, there is only one cubicle which has it.

It’s pathetic.

Here is my personal reason for not using the “sitting” ones:

1^st for personal Hygiene, (you wouldn’t know WHO may have sat on it.)

2^nd again for personal Hygiene, (I’ve seen all kinds of stuff and stains left on it)

3^rd also for personal Hygiene, (I’ve personally witness the cleaning lady using the floor mop to clean the toilet seats)

Now, if you have seen what I’ve seen, would you still want to use the “sitting” ones???

I know that there were some pictures being circulate in the net about a lady who was badly hurt from the accident of squatting on the toilet seat made for sitting. Now I wonder if that was made as a hoax to just scare everyone who has seen it or it was just to raise awareness to others on the proper usage of toilet seats.

I’ve also notice that there are funny cartoons being put up on the doors of all Ikano’s toilets, reminding the user not to squat on it. Cartoons maybe funny and pictures may be gruesome to look at but does it help get the message across?

There is such a simple solution to these matters, these developers or owners of such big building should just get contractors to make more “squatting” toilet bowls rather than having all these hassle of notifying user about it and if they SERIOUSLY, want to maintain the ‘Sitting” ones, the management should look into hiring really good and caring cleaners who worries about personal hygiene of self and others.

Well! What do you think? Please feel free to share your thoughts on this. It helps if someday this reaches someone with common sense! Thank you for your time.

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2010-02-14T05:15:00.000-08:00

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[Updated: 14 February 2010]

Introduction : An Hour with Kar Yee

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(author : J Mok) 

Greetings!

As this is the first post, I'll like to formally introduce to you and you and you, this wonderful blog 

"An Hour With Who".

The idea started out as I was "carpooling" myself home with my dear friend Kar Yee's (KY) car after a late night's class. Being with KY at anytime, anywhere can be an absolute hilarious and joyful experience. Anyone who knows her would agree with me.

So in the passenger seat, she told me about her experience with her course mates and their funny idea. They should make a blog called "An Hour with KY". It was a GREAT idea! All the silly things that we'd gone through with her would be a good read. We could read it few years from now, maybe someone would have migrated, have kids, grandkids....ok, let's not go that far. But it was really great.

After a few days of pondering on my own, I came up with this blog you're visiting now. It's just the original idea EXPANDED.

It is a perfect place to store your memories and let them live on in others as they read. Great for those who do not own or plan to own a blog, or just can't keep up with maintaining their blogs. So on and so forth.

There are possible future activities such as competitions, forum and maybe...maybe...seeing your good work published. Stick around and see how things grow.

How To Do It?

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Step 1: Type our your experience in Microsoft Office Word. (Other similar softwares acceptable unless mentioned)

Step 2: Review your work. (Additional images, videos and links optional)

Step 3: Send it to anhourwithwho@gmail.com

Step 4: Wait for posting by Who Team member within then next 24 hours. (Successful entry authors would be notified by email.

Step 5: Entry up and done! Share it with your friends.

Welcome!

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Ever got that hilarious joke and wish you could have recorded it somewhere? Or maybe heard an inspirational story that you think would do good for others to know as well? Maybe this, maybe that.

Then you have come to the right place!

Here, you get to send entries about your experiences and thoughts? Why you wanna do that?

1. You don't have to worry about posting and editing. We'll do it for you.

2. You don't have to worry about your blog looking empty and lonely. With frequent posts from anyone, anywhere, there's bound to be some hype.

3. You don't have to worry no one reads. With the variety of content on the blog, yours is bound to be read.

4. It may also serve as an advertising platform for your company.

5. WE DON'T CHARGE FOR YOUR EXPERIENCES.

A good deal? Then start typing on that keyboard and send us your entries today!