Hatemails and what my brother made me go through on the weekends

For the previous entry, it doesn’t get any comments but some 5 hate mails… mostly from women who disagree on the whole independence definition.

In case you are wondering, I do not know these women. All of them are anonymouses who are unable to post their comments on the site.

One of them said that I was too bold to make that conclusion, to them, what I really implied is that all women who want marriage are really women who could not make it on their own, hence needing a man to make that happen.

Now, I am pretty sure, in my entry, I did say that I am not saying that all women who want marriage are not independent. I just thought that independent women rarely thinks of marriage as one of their priorities. We will be the last person who would say, “Let’s get married.” And once it’s understood that the partner does not feel the same about taking it a level up, we would decide to let it go, and move on.

What I was trying to say is that independent women live their own life according to their own rules and not everyone else’s (I really do hope everyone, irregardless of age and gender does this). They don’t give a frikkin’ crap about getting hitched, and wouldn’t mind diving into it, if we think it is the right thing to do.

So you see, to all the silent readers who bombarded me with hatemails yesterday, I believe to each her own, afterall, this topic is subjective, wot?

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I always get pissed off when I go to any government organizations. Their procedures are painfully… longwinded, troublesome and somewhat unnecessary, because I could think of other ways to go around it.

And the rigidity of it all, pergh… even the most patient person would flip.

My brother was sick last weekend. He was so full of drama. He was whining and was asking my Mum to ‘urut’ him here and there. I don’t remember me or my sister being that ‘mengada-ngada’. By 6 PM he was telling my Mum that he could not stand it anymore, so we decided to bring him to the hospital.

You see, I would rather personally go to our family doctor but because of the bad timing, it was already closed, and to seek consultation at a specialist is ridiculously pricey. Besides, after the consultation at the GH, we could always go to the specialist for follow up treatment, which I don’t mind paying for.

There is actually a whole wing for outpatients at the GH, unfortunately, it was already closed when we arrived. This was one of those redundant so called convenience that the GH has so dutifully provided. What good is a whole building if it is going to be closed anyway?

We had to go to the Emergency cases counter at the main building. Had to register, and of course, wait.

20 mins later, my bro came out telling my Mother he will have to fill it up, so he did and he walked in again, one hour later, he came out asking my Mum to make a move.

“Screw it… kalau orang nak mati, dah lama mati dah.” He said.

The way they do it is there is one counter for urine check, one counter for blood tests, one counter for blood pressure checks and ETC. logically speaking, these tests, taken at the same time, should not take more than 15 mins. What is the relevance of going dingdong-ing from one counter to another, and waste more than three hours probably for the whole consultation?

Yeah.. I know, for RM 1 per consultation, surely someone could not ask for more. But bear in mind, we pay the taxes, shouldn’t we deserve better than this?

And why should outpatients be referred to the emergency counter? I would understand if they thought that the outpatient wing could not stay open after 5 pm (Due to building maintenance, short of staff etc.) But couldn’t they just open up another outpatient division within the main building itself after 7 PM? Surely you don’t expect someone that was brought in for an accident case to be mingling around with someone who has diarrhea because they ate bad Dhal curry right?

Besides, judging from the crowd that night, I don’t think the idea was unpractical.

We spent almost 2 hours at GH that night, nothing done. My bro aka wimp turned out to be ok the next day. He could have just dispense with the drama. Because of him, my ‘date’ was cut short.

Ceh…