Another 4 years.

Ever since I remember things, every pacemaker check ups or follow ups, I were never alone. Either mummy or my mom would take me and accompany me through those gruelling hours of patient waitings. Be it in Gleneagles or in recent years, IJN. These once a year or bi-annual check ups with the company of my parents have been such a routine in my life that I never thought there would come a day when I would eventually have to sit on those cold benches in crowded waiting rooms alone.

Last year on my check up, my mom and mummy were both busy taking care of nephews and niece. But my father was still the one who sent me for my check up, although he did not wait with me, but it was comforting knowing that he was there. It still felt pretty routine, apart from the absence of my mom, which I thought would resume on my next check up.

Come my annual check up yesterday, since I’m already in KL, there was no point for my father to fetch me nor for my mom to be there. The reality descended upon me that it’s finally time to be old enough to take myself for my pacemaker check ups. I can drive there, I can uber there. I can sit on those cold benches, surrounded by waiting outpatients that are never my age by myself. I can endure the splitting dizziness and nausea while the Medtronic representative run tests and checks on my pacemaker without the worrying glances. I can step into the consultation room and meet the doctor, alone. I can pay the relevant fees myself.

When I was sitting in front of the consultation room, waiting for my number to blink above the door, I wanted so badly to go back being the small girl who once sat with her feet dangling off the long bench in the crowded paediatric clinic of Dr Lim. Watching as the other kids running up and down the small play area, listening to the crying of babies and impatient arguments between couples. Above all, having my mother there with me.

I guess now, even this has become one more thing to endure, in the journey of adulting.

All is well.

I was a bit, for the first time in my life, nervous to look at the screen – that specific line that reads the remaining battery life of my pacemaker.

But all is well, or so I hope.




Tidal wave.

Image source: Google.

I guess it’s true.

But sometimes, just sometimes, you fervently wish that it’s smooth sailing. Nobody ever said it was easy, but the adrenaline rush you get before you take that final leap  gives you the thrill and excitement, making you look forward to it. Once you got in, it’s jumping through trapdoors made of steel that immediately shuts behind you, you can’t even look back. It leaves you with no choice but to keep pushing forward, no matter how tempting it is to turn around.

One moment, you feel like you’ve got everything together, you’re floating. The next, you sink and drown, and there is no way to stop it.

It makes you miss yourself. Not because you’ve changed into someone you fail to recognise. But you somehow got so detached with yourself, you forgot how it feels like to actually be yourself.

You realise no one could keep you on the surface as you sink and sink, no matter how willing they are to draw you close. Because you know you cannot rely on anyone, but yourself. People leaves, eventually.

And they have their own waves to deal with. 


How I got my heart broken.

How I got my heart broken.

Yes, it’s click bait, you can leave now. Thank you very much.

I don’t remember who was the first person who shared me the trailer, but the first time I saw the trailer, I knew I have to watch this movie.


Perhaps it was the song in the trailer? Perhaps it was the good looks of both actor and actress? Or perhaps it was the cheesy factor of the typical pairing of innocent-blunder around heroin and hot-rich hero? It doesn’t matter, because I got the chance to watch the premier! Thanks to my talent who ran a giveaway for the premier tickets for this movie. 🙂

With that being said, I had very high expectations for this movie, preparing a pack of Kleenex! (I’ve never read the book.) I was all ready to cry my eyes out.

And the movie was..

Good. It was good, but I wish it could have been better.

Here’s why it was good. I generally love the story line although it is obviously the standard cheesy love story, but it has a unique twist to it where instead of the usual average, innocent heroin come crashing into a life of a hot, rich man who is obviously out of her league and they fell in love anyways, it was a story of a complacent countryside girl who found the meaning of life through a man who was once at the top of his own world but now rendered useless after an accident. (That’s a long ass sentence, I know.) It was probably this paradoxical irony that had me pulled towards this movie.

The movie was also good in a sense that it was not dull or draggy, in fact, it was filled with laughter. Emilia Clarke’s acting was entertaining (not to forget her sexy accent!) and the character itself was comedic.

So, did my pack of Kleenex come into handy?

Sadly, no. Which is why I wish it could have been better because, personally, I think the emotional build up leading to the climax was not strong enough. I had tears rolling in my eyes, yes, but the buildup was not strong enough to have me bawling my eyes out.

It was also a thorough shame that there were a couple of scenes that got cut off.

Nevertheless, I got my heart broken watching this movie.

It’s not the fact that he died (I don’t see this as a spoiler, cause it’s an obvious fact.) but the way he died.

In conclusion, not a bad one! Something light for a date night out, I would say. But definitely not my type of date night out, because it’s not exactly a thought provoking kind of movie, if you know what I mean.

A 4.5/6.0 I would say.

How I got harassed by e-hailing service driver.

Earlier this week, I had some issue again with my debit card and ATM machine, so I had to make a trip to the bank’s nearest branch. Since our lunch time is long, I decided to take that trip, accompanied by my colleague.
My UBER had some problem deducting from my debit card which I initially thought was due to lack of money, but turns out, my bank has terminated all online transactions via debit card and we have to activate it manually! 🙄

Anyways, instead of using UBER (also because lunch hour, UBER fare hikes!) we used GrabCar. So as usual, I made my booking via the app and waited for the driver to come. 

Everything was fine when we got into the car. 

Until he started driving. 

Let me make this clear: He did not use any maps and took alternate routes, which to be really fair, I was completely fine by it because I understand that it’s peak time and using different routes helped to avoid the jam.

It was his driving skills that bothered both my colleague and me. He made illegal turnings, sped on small roads and took corners with minimal slow downs. 

One funny thing was, throughout the entire journey, I was scared shitless but made an effort to keep the conversation going between my colleague and me. (I was in the front seat while my colleague was in the back seat. There was zero interaction between the driver and us.) 

So when we reached our destination, we were beyond glad that the journey was over. But God forbids, my nightmare was about to begin.

Once we got out of the car, I pointed out that the driver was scary. It took my colleague less that half a second to agree and she said she even wondered why was I so calm. No I wasn’t. 寶寶害怕但寶寶不說! Wtf.

Since we both agreed that the driver was indeed driving very dangerously, I rated him with one star and left a feedback. 

My colleague actually asked if I am not worried that rating him immediately will get myself into trouble? But I told her that it’s in e-hailing services’ policies to keep feedback and ratings anonymous, so he would not know where the feedback came from.

How wrong I was. 

After we settled my banking issues and had our lunch, it was about one and a half hour later that I got an anonymous phone call. The call happened when I was walking into the lift, I picked it up anyways.

As I picked up the call, the lift made its way up and I could only vaguely hear from the caller’s end asking about my name and mentioned GrabCar. But without any second guessing, I knew it was the driver. (He spoke in Chinese.)

After I got out of the lift, he called again. I told my colleague that I think it’s the driver. My colleague told me to answer it and pretend I did not give any feedback since its anonymous. 

I did as she suggested but turns out it’s pointless because I must have been the only passenger he had, either that or I rated him too soon. He was not being friendly at all and started throwing Chinese swear words at me. 

Being the non-confrontational human being that I am.. I hung up on him. But he still called relentlessly. 

And sent me a text..

I immediately reported this to GrabCar and this time, they reacted to my feedback pretty fast because I received another anonymous call (by now I’m already paranoid of any unknown incoming calls!). 

So, according to GrabCar, this driver has received several similar complaints from other customers and told me they are banning him. 

But it doesn’t end here. My colleagues advised me to just ignore his calls and one of them helped me blocked his number. He then used another number to call me which I picked up. But once I picked up, I heard nothing but swear words. 

I continued to ignore and the calls eventually came to a halt.

However, it was as if he finally figured there’s WhatsApp because he texted me onWhatsApp. He continuously texted me for about a little over an hour. 

It was when I started to feel really bad. He seems under the impression that my complain aganinst his dangerous driving was about him using alternative routes. It was a struggle between my own principles and empathy. I did cause him to lost his job. But at the same time, I was doing my part for the sake of other users.

I felt sorry that he got banned from GrabCar because it could really have been his only source of income. But I’m not sorry for lodging a report against him for unethical and irresponsible driving. 

I wanted to reply and explain to him. But my friends said since he’s no longer disturbing me, just let it lapse. And I didn’t want to piss him off further. 

Do you have any bad experience with e-hailing services?



Car polish worth of life lesson

Okay. So I guess I’m on a streak of life lessons. Either that or I’m just suay. Okay la. This time, I admit it’s really my fault.

So here goes my something, something worth of life lesson part two. This time, it’s about Duckie. (Oh right! I haven’t officially introduce Duckie yet. Well, will work on it soon, I guess.)

The story started this morning when I woke up as usual at 6. I thought to myself: Well, not wearing lens, I should be able to leave the house early, woohoo! Then who knows, I was so absorbed by the person in the mirror, time flew by. By the time I was done brushing my teeth and put on my clothes, it was 6:20am. 

I thought to myself again, well okay, a bit of time left. Then I realise I wasn’t wearing the right bra, wtf?! FML. So I changed. Imagine peeling off your clothes and change your bra and put on your clothes again! (Imagine yourself la, not me okay? Wtf.)

Long story short, by the time I drew my brows and was ready to leave, it was 6:34am already! Time flies when you’re spending time with yourself, can?

So the point is, when I reached the KTM parking, there were not parking left! The thing is, they have a lot of levels in the parking building at the KTM because of MRT. But they are waiting for some approval and so only the first floor is open for use. 🙄

I was only left with two options; 1) Park beside the road and risk having my car scratched. 2) Park at the taxi slots and risk the uncertainty.

I went with option two. 

Then.. I came back to find this. 

Apparently the taxi uncle who did this worried that I couldn’t see properly. 



They scribbled on my windscreen too, but that was really hard to see so I couldn’t be bothered with taking a photo.

When I went got to my car I was like 😱. Then a taxi uncle came and ask me:

Ah moi! Ini kereta parkir sini lu punya ka? Lain kali jangan park sini oh! Nasib baik dia orang tau you perempuan (exactly how they know the car owner is a girl, I’ve got no idea!) takde kasi tayar bocor! 

Then the uncle proceeded to run a check for me to see if there is any punctured tyre. By that I mean he went around my car. I thanked him and hastily got into my car and drove away. (I forgot to off my rear mirror light again, FML.)

Anyway, yea the moral of the story is: Don’t spend too much time admiring the person in your mirror. 紅顏禍水. LOL.

Okay la. I apologise for parking at the taxi space that I pissed them off. But I’m at the same time thankful that they were kind enough and did not proceed to do anything worse like some permanent damage to Duckie.

So.. Yea! 

Great Monday!



200 bucks worth of life lesson

I know it’s 12:00 a.m. and I’m supposed to go sleep since I have a meeting exactly 12 hours later (heck, who sleeps so early anyway). But I’ve done something freaking stupid again that I feel terrible about. Remember when I idiotically forgot about my annual pacemaker follow up? (You can read about it here.)

Yea. Just worse.

So the story begins when I had to go to KLCC to meet up with my talent together with my senior yesterday afternoon. I told my senior to remind me to withdraw from the ATM since we are having a team dinner on the same night and my cash are running low anyways.

Scheduled meeting was at 2:30 p.m. and we arrived at KLCC at say, 2:15 p.m.? But my talent was running a bit late because her driver just got back from Friday prayers. So my senior and me decided to just walk around to kill off time.

Okay, long story short, I went to the HSBC ATM machine to withdraw money. I wanted to withdraw two hundred bucks and I asked for a receipt. So when the ATM machine dispensed the receipt and my card, I took both.

I took both, turned around and left.

Yes. I left without my money that I JUST withdrew.

My talent texted me right after and we went to meet her. I went about my day as usual and until I had to take the bigger notes from my wallet for the team dinner we had, only did I realised that I was two hundred bucks short. Only did it dawned upon me that I bloody forgot to take my money from the ATM machine.

Admittedly, I was mindlessly lulling about replying emails and whatnot throughout the whole process of withdrawing. I was distracted. But what an expensive distraction.

That precise moment when I realised what had happened, I was like; Oh. Okay. Oh no. Oh shit. Fuck my life.

And then; Mich, you can go kill yourself. (Okay, maybe not so extreme.)

Exactly who would have done what I just did?! (Okay, apparently it is pretty common, cause I googled it, wtf.)

At first I thought there isn’t anything I could do. I mean, the next person could have easily took the money, my money. But I really googled “What happens when you withdraw from ATM and forgot to take the cash.” (Typical first world problem.) Apparently there is a possibility that the ATM machine sucks in your cash if you don’t take it.

So on my way home, I decided to call HSBC customer service. It was already 11:00 p.m. but their customer careline was still operating.

I lodged a report on my case and the customer service officer ran some checks, confirmed two hundred bucks was deducted and not refunded to my account. So she told me she would raise this issue for me so that HSBC would investigate it. She also told me what to expect where there is two possible scenarios; 1) The machine retained the cash after I did not take it and within a few days, the amount will be refunded back into my account OR 2) The money was stolen, anyone passing by who saw could have just pulled it out.

I will be able to know within 11 working days the result of the investigation.

I’m not putting my hopes high. And I’m telling myself that whoever happened to have taken the cash really needed it and it possibly helped him or her get through a difficult time. (I know two hundred bucks isn’t a lot for a lot of you but then again, it’s two. hundred. bucks. It’s a lot for a freshie like me, okay? I could have paid my Maxis bill, lol!)

So yea, a painful and burning life lesson for me.

I’ve done a lot of stupid things in my life alright, but the ones that makes me feel superbly disappointed with myself, I think it ought to be taken down in the history of my life.

Just when I thought I couldn’t get any thicker, I just surprised myself. And I need to survive for another three weeks until I get my next pay check.

Great, Mich. Life’s great.