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Kedai Mess

It Can Only Be KT, Pharmacy Related, Very the Kanasaion May 20th, 20082 Comments

Was heading back home from work and minding my own business as always when once again, I was stumped.  


From far, I genuinely thought they were giving directions to a pile of mess somewhere. 


But when I got up close, I realized it was a building of some sort called MESS. Either that or it was a title or something. And it was government.

That explained everything.

I mean ….. imagine if a corporate company like MAXIS called themselves MESS…..

You’d get this on a million screens nationwide …. 


That oughta draw in loads of customers~!


Of big chests and more ….

It Can Only Be KT, Pharmacy Related, Very the Kanasaion May 9th, 20083 Comments

My boss pulled me into her office the other day ….

Apparently I was supposed to go do some risikan on some lady who was supposedly selling counterfeit viagra and also steroid medications.

 So I got the place of activity and when I asked my boss for the description of the lady ….

“Tak pasti, saya hanya tahu bahawa buah dada perempuan itu sangat besar”

Holy crap.

So I did what she told me to do. I went undercover with my group of friends and looked for the lady with the biggest chests there.

Well the problem was that all of them had like normal sized ones. I think.

And when I did see one which I thought was larger than normal, my friends said I had very low standards.

Kanasai lehh ….

Needless to say I wasn’t successful in my risikan.

Gotta go tell my boss on Sunday…..

“Takde buah dada yang besarlah Boss. Sorry ar”


Identity Crisis Part 2

Pharmacy Related, Very the Kanasaion May 7th, 200812 Comments

Here we go again ……

Never imagined that a simple letter from the KKM could render me speechless……  



Well, looks to me that now, not only am I a perempuan…. I’m apparently happily married as well.


An Extremely Un-Kanasai Kursus

My Favourites, Pharmacy Related, Somewhere Else, Thoughts to Ponderon April 26th, 20082 Comments

In life ….. there are things that make you go …… that is so KANASAI man

Then there are the other things that leave you feeling like it’s totally the OPPOSITE of Kanasai.

But if you were to say that out loud, it sounds pretty retarded.

Cause if others are saying things like ….. hey that’s cool…. that’s pretty hip mate….

And if I were to go …… hey ….


I don’t think I’d make many friends that way.

And those who do hang out with me will probably find new friends and wonder why they hung out with me in the first place.

So I guess I’ll make do with the term Un-Kanasai.

Which is the precise word to describe the kursus that I just came back from in Johor Bharu. It was heaven I tell you …..

The hotel was absolutely gorgeous …..



 Not to mention the rooms ….



And the food …… it was definitely no home cooked pot luck  


Pardon me if that’s the only thing I managed to take a picture of.

I don’t know why but whenever meals are in front of me, my brains cease to function properly. In this case, remembering to take pictures becomes a problem.

But then again … my brains don’t usually function properly under normal circumstances anyway …

Whatever it is, suffice to say the food spread was unbelievably satisfying. Think oysters, a whole bunch of cakes, great dessert and more …


It was so good that I didn’t really want to leave.

Whereas the Biro Tata Kanasai had me counting the days till the end, this me cherishing each and every day.

Huh? What’s that you’re asking? How was the kursus itself?

….. What kursus?

Oh right ….. the kursus. The kursus was well ….. great. WohooOO. Yay


Now where was I?

Right ….. now if there was only one thing kanasai about this kursus, it was a problem with my hotel card that kept occuring. 


You see… what happened was that my hotel card kept deactivating every few hours. Meaning to say I was locked out of my own room.

When I went down to the lobby receptionist, the lady claimed I wasn’t supposed to put it anywhere near my handphone.


So I put it in my wallet.

And whaddayaknow? Kanasai …. it deactivated again.

The receptionist lady then told me not to put it anywhere near credit cards as the chip might interfere with the hotel card.


So I put it in my shirt pocket.

Bloody kanasai. Deactivated again wor.

Now this was totally kanasai. The kanasai lady then told me this …..

..” Actually sir, you can’t put the hotel card near your handphone or wallet. You can’t even put it in any of your pockets”


I suppose it’s normal practise in Zon Regency Hotel for its patrons to hang their hotel cards from their ears …. or even better, to shove it up their a***es. It’s more convenient I suppose .


P/S : To those I hung out with over in JB, it’s been great. Here’s to many more similar kursuses~!

Biro Tata Kanasai lar~!

My Favourites, Pharmacy Related, Somewhere Else, Very the Kanasaion April 16th, 200817 Comments

I can’t believe I actually survived 5 days in Khemah Biro Tata Kanasai.

See here …. the government propaganda and all that crap I can take.

But the physical activities? In a span of 5 days I actually :

  1. Ran 2 kilometres in 15 minutes
  2. Walked 2 kilometres to Bukit Keluang, climbed it for another 2 kilometres, then walked 2 kilometres back to camp
  3. Did physical tests such as hold my breath for 60 seconds
  4. Abseiled from a 4 storey tower
  5. Donated great amounts of my blood to the Biro Tata Negara Mosquito Support Group

Here’s a picture of my arm on the first morning that I woke up : 


Kanasai lor. I swore I felt anemic later that day


Hell started when we pulled up the driveway of the BTN Camp in Besut on Wednesday afternoon

Should’ve known that something was not right when I saw the facilitators there and they were all in army pants.

And there was jungle all around ….


And they didn’t speak normally like you and me do.

They talk the way an army captain talks to his underlings, really loudly and noisily and kanasai-ly.

Yup apparently the whole group of them used to be in the elite force or something.

So I guess now that they’re retired, this is as close as it gets to a cushy government job ….. yelling at other government servants for no reason in a hot and stuffy camp.

I checked into dormitory A. Here’s dormitory A 




And this is my mini wardrobe over there.

I chose the bed at the corner of the room and when I was about to put the bedsheets on the bed I saw this …. 


Kanasai. Graffiti. And you know how I feel about graffiti. Not only that, graffiti was even on the walls 


I guess it’s a fair trade …. come to this camp and get all fired up in patriotism, then trade in your civic consciousness and whatever good values you have….

Prayers for the Muslims meant that I had a whole 2 hours of free time every evening and an hour in the morning.

See, other than me, there was just one more non Muslim…. an Indian dude.

So during those times, we had the bathroom all to ourselves. It was like having a personal bathroom actually. Only that they were more kanasai than your average bathroom 


See here, in Camp Biro Tata Kanasai, they probably never heard of such a thing called showers.


What they had was this big thingie that holds a whole lot of water. 


Then they provide you with scoops for you to well …. scoop water and bathe.

Darn …… it’s always been my dream to bathe out in public with a whole bunch of strangers wearing nothing but my underwear and my last thread of dignity.

Needless to say the bathing experience was far from comfortable….

Even though it was just me and the Indian dude….

When we weren’t being yelled at or being forced to do physical activities to break our backs, we had ceramahs. And discussion groups.


This was where all the political propaganda took place. We were made to sing songs and listen to talks on how great our country is.

Yada yada yada…..

Probably shouldn’t talk too much about this lest saya dipanggil anak derhaka…


Every morning and evening we were made to assemble out on the tarmac and berkhalwat …. oops I mean berkawad.

….In true military style so that meant we had to do the baris, baris sedia and dari kiri cepat jalan jazz…..

Under the hot boiling sun whose rays mother earth is so lucky to be blessed with.

In fact we were made to stand under the hot sun for almost everything …

  1. When we were being yelled at
  2. When we were not being yelled at
  3. Before breakfast
  4. Before tea
  5. Before going in for the exam on the last day
  6. Before running 2km
  7. Before going mountain climbing


I guess the consolation was that we were happily fed 6 meals a day.

So basically we had a meal in between every darn thing.

Meals in between the ceramahs and discussions. Minum in between meals. Minum in between the minums which were in between meals ….


 There’s he dining hall. Strange that I never did manage to take a picture of the dining hall when I was in the dining hall. I guess food has that effect on my brain.

A great lesson in discipline was this …


 After each meal we all had to clean our own dishes and wipe them clean. I thought this was really good ….

 Until the last day when the facilitator read out some of the comments that we wrote in the comment form. Apparently some dude wrote this …

‘Tidak suka mencuci pinggan. Bagi peserta akan datang, tolonglah upah pencuci pinggan’.

…. that really gets me all cracked up even when I think of it now.

And speaking of last days,  it couldn’t have come sooner.

Was really glad to be done with the whole thing.

When I left the place there was a strange feeling of elation in me. Couldn’t believe I’d be going back to civilisation. Suddenly KT seemed like such a developed place to me.

It was then that I made up my mind never to make fun of KT again …

…. well, for the next 3 days at least …..



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