LULU!

We love this word. We don't know its origin, or how it crept into our vocabulary.

lulu (n.)
one who has been duped / easily duped

Several examples to illustrate its meaning :

Scenario 1
I was at McD trying to get some take away dinner. There were 3 counters, only one of which was operational. I went to an empty one, but no one was manning it, and no one intended to (there were idle staff members milling around, looking busy). As soon as I joined the queue, a staff opened another counter and immediately served a lady who had just walked in. I swear she saw me come first. I felt like a lulu.

Scenario 2
I caught POTC : At World's End last week. Felt rather pleased I could get tickets. Enjoyed the movie, though the ending was less than ideal. Cleverly surmised that a 4th movie was definitely on the cards, as there were loose ends and no closure. Capt Jack Sparrow lost his Black Pearl? Will was separated from Elizabeth? Learned today however that there was a "second" ending, which came up after the credits. Yes, you guessed it. I felt lulu-fied.

Scenario 3
This is a frequent occurrence at Baskin Robbins - being short-changed. For instance, the bill says RM 22.06. If you pay RM 22.10 you won't get any change back. They won't accept RM 22.00 either, because you're 6 cents short. They think we are lulus.

Get it?

You Are In My Way

Two words : Selfish + Inconsiderate


This car belongs to my neighbour, and it's parked outside everyday. Of course, my portion of the driveway is trespassed and sometimes I have difficulty reversing my car out of the porch. That's all right, Mr Neighbour. Your action is perfectly understandable, given that you don't want to block your own driveway so that your family members will find it a breeze to drive in and out everyday.

Motivation note to self : Make tonnes of money so that someday I can afford to be a hermit holed-up in some posh one-elevator-to-one-unit condo.

Round And Round We Go

Life is an endless series of rounds.

This downward spiral (pardon the pun) is detrimental to members of my team. Here's how :

• my FEET hurt - even Clarks and Hush Puppies can't save me


• my THROAT hurts - from repetitive case presentations
  


• my HOUSE OFFICER hurts - from scribbling what is essentially the same information over and over in the patient's notes

• my PATIENT hurts - how many times does an abdomen need to be palpated?

• my NURSE hurts - HO says to turn off the oxygen, MO says to put it back, specialist says to change to oral antibiotic and remove IV cannula, consultant says to continue with IV. Huh?

• the ENVIRONMENT hurts - God knows how many trees we can save by cutting down on paper use, which can be achieved through minimising entries in patient's notes. If it's going to be a seen by aka S/B entry ending with a continue same treatment aka CST entry, why bother duplicating it?

I don't know a better way to do it, but multiple ward rounds are counterproductive.

Everybody Hurts. Maybe REM was really singing about us.

Home Alone

I am home alone.

Hubby's been doing back-to-back calls. He is the one man in a one-man unit - no surgeon, no fellow trainee. And all this in a teaching hospital! The higher authorities want the show to go on. Comply, or risk being kicked out from the programme. Hardly a choice.

And so one man has to pack his clothes and move into the hospital. Watch TV with the nurses, eat out alone, send dirty laundry to his parents' house (nearer) and get bitten by bugs that occupy his call room bed.

And somewhere, about 90 km away, his wife comes home to an empty house everyday, finding no one to listen to her b***h about the horrible things that happened at work. She too has to dine alone, and is running out of meal ideas. Having now to drive herself in search for food, she sticks to familiar places (mainly along the route from home to hospital and back!) - she's been lost in this town on more than 1 occasion. She's fine otherwise. Laptop + Internet connection + DSLR + car that takes me places - man = FINE. Of course, Laptop + Internet connection + DSLR + car that takes me places + man = PERFECT!

A typical homemade dinner

Can't believe 1 month is nearly up. I will soon be home alone...no more.

Bragging Ladies

During a ward round with my consultant, she pointed out an old lady whom she knows personally. This lady speaks proudly of her children to anyone who would listen; both have successful careers in UK and Australia respectively. Yet, she is alone in her twilight years. No one visits her in the ward. I was instantly reminded of a Petronas Chinese New Year TV ad, which I loved.



I look forward to these gems by Yasmin Ahmad every year.