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I had my first medical check-up.

On Saturday I went for a medical checkup. The company I’m planning to work for is pretty anal about not paying for my impending cancer, regardless of body parts. My Dad dropped me off at the clinic, which was located in a dodgy area of downtown KL.

The clinic itself was a house of labyrinth, complete with winding stairs, long corridors and unlabelled rooms. It was more nerve-racking being at the clinic than at the job interviews; the place was seriously spooky. After asking a few members of the staff, I finally found the receptionist.

Anyway, I handed my documents to the surprisingly pleasant-faced lady and was asked to take a seat. But I went to the loo instead, courtesy of downing two big glasses of chinese tea at breakfast while watching my Dad devoured his delicious pork noodle. After that, I was called into a room and a girl handed me a small bottle reminiscent of Brand’s Chicken Essence. I told the girl I would try my best.

Trying to collect my pee after I’ve peed, while squatting, would go down in history as one of the most unpleasant things I’ve done. After shifting the weight on my feet for about 10 minutes, I finally got the tap going. It came in trickles, yes, trickles and even my hand wasn’t spared. Ah shut it, Kim, at least you got the bottle half filled I told myself. And the pee was clear so I was deriving some perverse pleasure fantasising about showing off my pee to the man with his bottle of sunshine yellow whom I saw earlier.

Handed my pee to the girl, had my blood taken and was told to wait again. Minutes later, I was asked to go to the x-ray room, where I was asked some questions that would make any virgin blushes. Confirmed that I wasn’t knocked up, I was told to undress and put on a hospital gown. After the innards of my chest and abdomen were scanned, I was told to enter another room.

There was a lady doctor, about 50 years old and owned one of the most advanced handphones in the market. She asked me a lot of questions regarding my family’s medical history while examining my eyes, ears, throat and skin. After that, I was asked to undress and lie down. I grinned at her and she assured me that the door was locked. Then she started touching my boobs, for lumps I assume. It felt weird, being touched on the boobs in a non-sexual way.

After getting the boob massage, I had my blood pressure taken. The doctor frowned a bit. I got worried and asked her what’s wrong. She said that my pressure’s a little high and that I ought to go out and relax a bit before having my blood pressure taken a second time. I told her she should have taken my blood pressure before checking my breasts.

After 15 minutes of imagining myself at the beach in the clinic’s lounge, I was asked to go into the room again and had my blood pressure checked. This time, it was normal. Phew. Then she told me that my left eye was not good and that I had to have it tested again with contact lense on. I cursed like a sailor in my mind, but told her in the nicest way that I don’t wear contacts. She said I’d have to get a pair then.

So yeah, I’m typing this with my contact lenses on. Trying to put them on the first time was an adventure of its own. I’m glad it’s not as bad as I had expected. It’s actually quite nice to see things in the distance clearly without glasses. Don’t think I’ll wear them often though, still taking me about 1/2 hour just to put them on. Makes me want to crush the damn plastics sometimes.

Going back tomorrow with clear vision.

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Laundry Bar Launch.

Remember when I mistook a bar for a laundry? The good folks from the bar decided to invite me to their launching to convince me that it is indeed a bar. And so I went…

Arrived at The Curve a tad early hoping to catch some dinner before hopping over to Laundry Bar but as I passed by the place, it was already bustling with people. Damn happening.

The bar area.

So I gave dinner a pass, signed the guestbook, entered the place and hope to spot a familiar face. I love the decor! Unpainted walls with elegant murals, lovely lightings and plenty of seats.

Laundry Bar.

The music was good…ranging from funkified oldies to reaggae to dnB to garage to R&B. Me loving the Laundry Bar already. The fact that it’s next to my gym certainly adds to it.

Bartenders.

First people I spotted were Shaolin Tiger, TV Smith, Zona, Nazrul and MuteAudio.

Zona, TV and Nazrul.

Le Tiger and Kimberlycun.

Me and Zona.

Me and Nazrul.

We were all seated at the bar corner, where they kept shoving us very delicious food from Italiannies. I think I counted about 7 kinds of dishes. The drinks were of course, free flow :)

What’s wrong TV?

Mine.

Also mine.

All also mine

Cheers!

Later on, Sharizal dropped by. And Farah. Also saw Jia-Wei (who played Ruth in The Homecoming).

Kimberlycun, Jia-Wei and Farah

Of course, I wouldn’t miss any opportunity to camho now, would I?

Shiny, shiny disco balls.

Aspiring poster girl

Dancing queen, eat your heart out.

Think I just posted damn a lot of pictures. Phew!

Fun place. Will definitely drop by more often. Thanks to the good people from Laundry Bar for the invitation :)

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When bars are given stupid names.

I’m not surprised that people call me a bimbo. The boyfriend calls me a bimbo. I personally don’t think I am *shrugs* but there are instances where I ultimately betray myself. One of such instances happened last night.

I was walking towards the gym with my gym partner. We had to walk around this huge corner shoplot still under renovation. Like every other shoplot under renovation in a shopping complex, there were makeshift walls erected with promotional posters stuck all over them.

I casually remarked, “Eh this dobi looks like it’s gonna be huge and classy looking leh. Sure expensive to wash clothes”. Fucker then launched into a long hyena-like laugh, complete with stomach clutching and all.

dobi

“It’s a bar, dumbass!!!!!!!! Buawahahahahahaha. Dobi? L.O.L. One one one one one one”. Damn loud somemore, okay.

Damn tiu. I’m shortsighted and all I could see was the bigass word “Laundry”!

Stupid name.

https://www.laundrybar.blogspot.com/

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