Both of this KDrama has a lot of face to face verbal dissing scenes. The type where the antagonist and protagonist talk to each other, scream if they must but not to the extent of laying hands on each other. Very rarely a hair pull or a grip at the collar. It’s just words of threats and sarcasm. They even applaud each other if the opponent managed to defeat them.
When I watch these scenes, I couldn’t help being in awe with the characters (although fiction). It takes a sharp mind and a lot of guts to come up with a counter sentence. What more having the facial expression of not wanting to step down from the fight, maintain the ego and just persist. It takes a lot of energy to be angry and talk to the enemy. I guess those with a Type A personality would feel at ease doing so. I’d probably remove myself from the situation. Ha ha.
The closest ‘fight’ I’ve witnessed similar to this was a bicker between colleagues. ON whatsapp. It was a dialogue which ended with a snickering emoji after each sentence. Still, the rest had popcorn while scrolling the messages going to and fro from each other. Lols. The tension died out … just as abrupt as how it started. Everything went back to normal after that.
I have always thought that Altruism is a mandatory value for a doctor. Unfortunately, it is not and upon realizing that, I felt so disappointed with the selfishness of some individuals who calls themselves doctors. Most of them nowadays are looking out more for themselves than for collective good.
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“Not my programme, I am going to ignore every single thing about it”
“I don’t give a shit about what is happening at the other part of the clinic”
“Not my patient, don’t know, don’t care”
“Aku tak tau.. aku tak tau.. tanya Si Polan”
The last sentence was very very disappointing. Takkanlah tak sedar apa2 when you are sat right next to the person? Or at least make an effort to know what is happening around you. How can they live with themselves like that? How ignorant can a person get? Do I need to spell out ‘have a heart’ all the time.. ?
At this age, it seems that my meekness is still a weak point in my personality. Consequently I get manipulated but still find it difficult to speak up for myself. Ntahlah.. maybe because the end point of my service is that the patient is well taken care off. Perasaan sendiri belakang kira. I try not to play victim cause nobody is interested to hear anybody whine about anything but sometimes when you suppress these disappointments over a long period of time, you can feel the rage boiling within.
I also realize that I am bound to meet people with similar traits at any place I choose to work. Having said that, it is still up to me on how I choose to deal with the issue. I hope my psychology classes will help me understand these sort of behaviour. If I am lucky, I could initiate a change in behaviour either at my end or the other persons end of things.
Last week was actually an emotional rollercoaster for me. However, because I am in my own Trumans show – I have to play the part where I put on that Mr Bean face when he was on that rollercoaster ride. Emotionally stunted with not a care in the world. Growing up in a family with a vibe that very few people have an optimum level of mental health, I cannot help thinking if I would turn to be one of those without too – will I be the schizophrenic, the bipolar one or the depressed one. Should I hope to be the one with dementia as I age on.
PATIENCE
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Last week I was a punching bag. Last week I was the talk of the town (topic of the lunch hour gossip session). just because I decided to speak my mind. Turns out most girls don’t like it when you lay out the problem with intent to solve it. They prefer to talk about it behind the person they have a beef with, react by displacing those anger onto other people and not solving the root of the problem.
Last week I was also ignored by my own mother as she embarked on her so called spiritual journey. Well, my sister was equally ignored. ha ha ha. We can only assume she’s still crossed that we were against her interstate trip out of concern for Covid19. Mother was not picking up our calls despite the BD trials few days in a row. We had thought it was because of poor connections. Turned out she still had time to send her pictures mingling with her newfound friends and ‘daughter’ to our youngest brother. So yeh, I guess we are those neglected daughters once again. Oh well.. she will eventually reach out once she gets into a fight with those new friends. We will still wipe her bum if she’s bedridden one day cause despite the shortcomings, we were raised to still honour our parents. Only wished that dad, being the lifetime partner and all would exhibit more effort to show his wife that he cares and not just a facebook stunt. duak kali limak jak nya duak ya.
I am already physically tired with work and managing the household. And now I have to endure all these emotional aftermaths on my side of the field. People seems to think that it is OK to behave the way they did because ‘as a student of psychology, I should be able to understand’. Thing is, I am still a student of psychology, I am still learning the theories and adapting that to real life. We don’t just get things in our first year of study!
Anyway, the discomfort is slowly passing as I ease my way into diverting my focus onto other aspects in life. I have become very good in dissociating myself from problems, removing myself from equations and be my own entity. Burning bridges – What a way to end 2020.
I was scanning through the bucket list in my hobonichi megaweeks page. Despite the pandemic, it hasn’t been THAT stagnant after all. The ones I could not achieve were mostly ones that involve social interaction, travel and group activities. The rest of the attainable targets were individual goals and displays of love for my home, my family and always, for MYSELF.
I have yet to be able to shrink into a size that can fit a Minimalace outfit. I am still looking for that Pakistani briyani recipe like the delicious ones I had in Manchester as a student. Briyani diorg lain sangat and I really really miss it. I am putting my hopes up high for the chance to go for umrah next year as I am curious why people miss Umrah so much. Even better, I would like to go for haji. In fact, I am still making deposits into my TH account with references like ‘doakan saya pergi haji’ , ‘beri saya peluang pegi haji’ with the hope that the TH people will read it and push up my ranks as candidates for hajj.
I’d like to go to a Siti Nurhaliza concert or an Nsync concert or maybe it is time to embrace my K-pop soul , a Blackpink or BTS concert. Yikes.. ahjumma goin to these concerts are surely going to turn heads.
I had thought that 2020 would be a great time to play host for everything. A laksa eating session, doterra gathering (thinking of opting out of the scheme at the moment), a book club meeting, a breakfast club meet up at homes, writing journals beramai2 or just something that involves makan2, swafoto and a beautiful atmosphere. Alas, the pandemic got the better of it and I have yet to host anything at my home.
Next year I am starting small with the list. And hope to achieve more with those baby steps in 2021. What about you? how did your list went this year? Is there anything that you’d like to put back on the list for 2021?
Recently there was plenty of news regarding random knocking on doors and gates of houses. Back in the 19th century, these were mainly pranks by children. Only now it has escalated into these doings being done by mischievous spirits, poltergeists, black-Eyed children (my first time hearing of it) etc. If these are done by youngsters who have nothing better to do, my advice is “please.. stay at home. We still have a Covid-19 virus to fight”.
If they’re spirits, then Ya Allah please protect us from all harm
It would be interesting to unravel the science behind it though. There were a few theories circulating about how it is about sounds being transmitted. It has to do with the wind, seismic shift, the water, concrete and whatnot. Yet, this cannot entirely explain how people caught images of Nothing on CCTV even with the banging sounds at the metal gates. Surely it must have been an eerie experience. Have you heard of any interesting scientific theories of this ‘knocking door’ phenomenon? I’d really like to know.
Malaysians being the best trolls on the planet have started to dub this situation as ‘hantu ketuk-ketuk’. I am honestly waiting for the memes to crop up. ‘Hantu ketuk-ketuk’ seems to be travelling from Sabak Bernam down to Port Dickson and Melaka. I guess we will be keeping our ears open for news of this from our friends in Johor soon. Who knows the entities might cross the causeway and pay a visit to Singapore afterwards.
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