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I’m still harping on Harper’s Island, which I think wins “Desperate Housewives” (getting more and more desperate for TV ratings as seasons go by) and “Lost” (I’m seriously lost after the second season) hands down, pants down any day, any time.

I like how people on the show are slaughtered in various gruesome ways. I did not catch the first episode because I’d no idea that the show would be this captivating, and sadly missed the first two victims saying sayonara after their brief stint on the TV screen. 

But three more were butchered on Episode 3 and that kind of made up for it.

Hey, I worshipped “CSI”, so it should not be peculiar that I’m fond of this new show!

Yesterday’s episode was slightly disappointing because only one guest died in those 60 minutes and he was not even murdered. He bloody accidentally shot himself in the leg with a revolver, rupturing his femoral artery, and died due to excessive blood loss in front of his stunned obese friend in the middle of the darkly eerie woods within seconds. It was a little bit morbidly funny and more of a sad hue. Not fun at all.

I can’t wait for the next episode. In fact, I can hardly wait for the last one when the murderer will eventually be revealed. I love guessing the identity of the murderer because many times I would get it right. I’ve a scarily accurate intuition, although I would credit it to plain logic, reasoning and analysis, but intutition sounds more mysterious. I would advise my future partner not to cheat on me. Years ago, I read “And then there were none” by Agatha Christie and could never forget the book ever since. The culprit killed everyone else and then killed himself so that no one could solve the mystery. There was such a sick perfection in this. Reviewers have associated “Harper’s Island” with this very book which also explains my mesmerization with the show.

You should watch “Harper’s Island”.

One by one…one by one…and then there were none…

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The thing about working in the healthcare industry (in the past) or the pharmaceutical industry (as of currently) is that something as small or seemingly insignificant as a flu can hinder our work.

If you are a healthcare worker who handles patients on a daily basis, when you are sick, you risk endangering your patients who are mostly likely already immunocompromised. A flu can make your nose run, your head pound, but the same flu can kill your patients. You need to wear a mask, minimise contact, clean your hands even more frequently, or even absent yourself from work if you have to.

And that’s just the typical flu we are talking about. Now, let’s get down to the important topic.

Wait, don’t be gan cheong and say swine flu yet.

Because hey, it has been proven that this new Type A Influenza H1N1 strain of virus consists of genetic components from the avian, swine and human strains, and the origin of this hybrid has not even been established to be in the Sus domestica. If we don’t call it the avian flu (for obvious reasons), then we certainly should not call it the swine flu. The pigs are probably super offended by now, cursing and swearing Homo sapiens for our hasty accusation and irresponsible finger-pointing, oh so typical of us humans, while rolling themselves in cool mud in their sty. I was born in the year of the Pig and to be honest, I’m that little bit offended.  

So let’s us all wisen up and call it the Type A Influenza H1N1 virus like what WHO has advised. Whoever suggested the “Mexican flu” must have been a supporter of the Bush administration. Yeah, I know, the new term’s quite a mouthful and certainly does not roll off the tongue as easily as the word “swine”. But at least it is scientifically correct and only fair to the pigs.

For commoners like us working in pharmaceutical companies, the MOH website is becoming a staple. With the hospitals at the orange alert status, external parties like our clinical research team and the sales people are banned from entering the hospital for work purposes. The sales teams visit the doctors at hospitals and clinics every day and now that they are not welcomed, I wonder whether their sales would take a dip and who would take responsibility for not hitting targets.

However, honestly, I don’t care about them.

I care when I spend hours and even days sometimes planning my visits to the hospitals, negotiating with the study coordinators and even doctors’ secretaries for available days / timings, only to be outwitted by the damn flu, and all efforts go down the drain without as much as a second look. For me, it’s in reality not that much of a bother since I do not need to look through the patients’ case notes and can still get most of my work done via teleconference with the hospital staff. For my colleagues who need the case notes, they are hurriedly rushing to some of the hospitals who still permit business with us as usual, to do their work before they also put a big stop sign at their entrance.

I think that I’m actually pretty glad that I’ve a perfect excuse not to go to the hospitals because there is no way I’m going to wear that hideous mask which is not only to suffocate me to death before H1N1 can kill me, it is also going to mess up my makeup. Of course, safety is Number Uno and prevention is indeed better than cure, which means when the unfortunate time really comes, the sensibility in me is going to kick away that vanity in me and put that stupid mask on my face (if I could ever get my hands on one since they are all grabbed by kiasu and kiasi Singaporeans and completely sold out) even when temperatures soar as high as 33 freaking degrees Celsius on a typical Singapore afternoon and by the time I take that mask off, the lower part of my face is steamed.

That said, do stay safe, my friends – no, not asking you to use a condom. In the context of influenza, I seriously doubt that a condom over whichever part of your body would never suffice as an effective preventive measure – steer clear of coughing or sneezing individuals, see a doctor immediately if you have symptoms of a flu, wash hands like you have obsessive compulsive disorder, observe stringent hygiene, don’t be spastic and visit Mexico, and continue eating pork!

 

P.S. On a side note, haven’t the butchers been hollering about the drop in pork sales? I ate at a famous Japanese restaurant which serves Berkshire pork (black pig) last Thursday and it was full house.

Still thinking…

Woah, I’ve been such a mountain turtle.

There I was, innocently checking out the fastest MRT route from my workplace at Science Park II, which is most inconveniently tucked at the armpit of Singapore, to Woodlands, when I uncovered the truth of a lifetime which instantly made my day. Wait, make that a week. To cut the story short, my E71 fell sick over the long Good Friday weekend (too much fun and booze) and I took it to the clinic at Causeway Point yesterday. To my complete surprise, I received a call this morning saying that my baby is ready for pick-up. Actually, that already made my day. I was sulking yesterday thinking that I had to survive the entire week without my trusty phone. I know, I’m such a spoilt city dweller, completely incapable of days without my mobile phone. Anyway the nice service staff promised a waiting period of three to five days. I made him promise “asap”. He said “of course” with a hearty laugh. Yet, as of any wiser customers, I knew that I should anticipate longer. Hence “surprise” is a real understatement this very moment, considering that I had previously waited two damn weeks for my Samsung (the guy also said three to five days). Thankfully my Samsung was fixed though since currently it acts as the back-up. I got fed up of messaging with it because my E71 has a QWERTY keyboard and now I’m totally crippled without it. I cannot press “4” three times for an “i” anymore.

Oh where was I?

Yes, there I was, peering nonchalently at the online SMRT train network map when I discovered with utter shock that thanks to the AMAZING Circle Line, the journey to work every morning in the future will truely be a breeze!

Current situation:
Ang Mo Kio –> Bishan –> Braddell –> Toa Payoh –> Novena –> *yawn* –> Newton –> Orchard –> Somerset –> Dhoby Ghaut –> Clarke Quay –> *are we there yet, Mummy* –> Chinatown –> Outram Park –> Harbourfront *phew collapse to the floor and die*

I almost fell asleep just reciting the station names.

Future scenerio:
Ang Mo Kio –> Bishan –> Marymount –> *zhoop!* –> Harbourfront

Woah! Whoever designed the Circle Line is a genius!

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I had to stop because there was this gnawing itch at the back of my head and I started to grow super suspicious of the sudden good fortune that fell from the sky with no signs nor warning. Google, I did, and damn, the dotted lines were a hundred more stops to Harbourfront!

What the fuck. I just know that life won’t go so easily on me.

Laugh all you may. I take back my line that whoever designed the Circle Line is a genius. And I’m going to be depressed for the rest of the week since it no longer made my week. AND I’m going to sue SMRT for putting that deceitful map on their website. Ok, I was joking about the sueing part because I have no money. Why else do you think that I’m taking the train like everyone else?

Hrmph.

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