My Golfing Achievement..2005

1) Became a Charter Member of PTGC
2) Became a Single-Handicaper, currently 9.
3) Broke 80...7 times this year.
4) Winner of 2 TNB Transmission Division tournament. - ( 3 including the latest at Bukit Unggul, very recently, only it's counted as 2006 season)
5) Got to be the runner-up in the Medal-A category, PTGC Monthly Medal tournament. (Scored 78 that day)
6) And the most important of 'em all, .......still makes money from my golf buddies....he,he,he

A few more interesting places in Jakarta

Pondok Indah; an elite area, with huge bungalows that's stretch to the limit, where the side walls of the house is connected to the gate itself..... entry will only be from the front and rear...Somebody told me that Ahmad Dhani of the Indonesian rock-outfit, DEWA, have a house within Pondok Indah.

Pondok Indah Golf and Country Club; very high class and expensive golf course ala Saujana Subang. If you wanna test the course, make sure you play on Monday..coz in Jakarta, the green fee increases by the day of the week.

Pondok Indah Mall; huge mall, ala One Utama...two huge complexes, connected via overhead bridge and underground tunnel. I did not do too much walkabout in the mall, except for going in through the valet parking entrance, go one floor up through the escalator, and have dinner at "American Grill"..... "Sirloin and Seafood Combo"....with all-you-can-eat buffet spread.


Chilandak Town Square; or better known as CHITOS, a place to eat, relax, sit, with with a lot of "pusat" to watch..... CHITOS..... do sound a lot like CHINOZ??! Hmmmm..

Jakarta lagi

Arrived in Jakarta at about 2:40pm, local time. Large crowd today. Took the "beef stew" in the plane. Pretty good, maybe becoz I'm hungry. Was out of the Soekarno Hatta airport at about 3.30pm. The road was not bad. Arrived at hotel Kristal by 4.40pm. Nice hotel. I am staying in a 3 bedroom apartment, overlooking the pool. Mr J, goes direct to work while I'm in the hotel, relaxing. Tomorrow, morning....golf. Afternoon, need to see a customer.......and it goes on like that the whole week. Thursday & Friday...POC. Friday night...seafood dinner with Mr W. Gotta find one other time for golf this week!!!!!

Hey..hey...taking the family to A'Famosa for holiday tomorrow. Checking their website, they have this new attraction called "1st 4-D Theatre in South East Asia". Looking forward to check that out. But before that, tomorrow morning, golf at the A'Famosa "crocodile" 18-holes course. Will be there until Saturday morning.

Sunday morning, golf at PTGC, evening the alumni open house.

Monday noon...off to Jakarta, once arrived, directly to the customer's place with all the bagages. Expected Travel Time; KLIA to Soekarno Hatta; two hours. Soekarno Hatta to Sector 7, Bintaro; 2.5 to 3 hours. Yuck. Will be in Jakarta the whole of next week. Expected to play golf twice. Yessssss!!!!!!

"Selamat Hari Raya...Mak..uhuk..uhuk...janji tak nak nakal lagi....maaf zahir dan bathin...uhuk..uhuk..Aisay..duit raya sikit la..." 

Back in business

Back to work...with pile of stuff to do. Sync with D on tasks to do. Bla, bla, bla and more bla.

The "Hariraya" celebration went on allright. Eve of Eidufitri, went over to Omak's house and joined in the tradition of doing the "takbir" from house to house. 8 houses that night. The boys were having the time of their live...with the "duit raya" being the main and most important purpose of the ziarah and the "food" as the value add to the whole event. Raya Day in Kajang. Then off to the "older" relatives. The next day, in Sentul, and right after Solah Jumaat, back to visiting relatives. Hectic....

4th day of Raya, my first Golf outing. Not bad but not good either. Still feels uncomfortable.
Now , 3 weeks after Raya, Golf is suprisingly not that important to me. I still can play. The score of a single-handicap player is still there. But the drive to improve is lacking. I lack focus. Maybe, it's the long break. Maybe, it's the pain that's still there and was always in the way of my swing. Whatever it is, I"m not as focus as before.


Have to go to Jakarta again, 20th to the 25th or 26th of this month. 1 whole week..... There goes the "Amateur Closed Tournament" at PTGC. And suprisingly, I'm not too upset about it.
I'm gonna bring my set to Jakarta. Gotta play at least once ...or twice.. while I'm there.


But before Jakarta, I"m taking the family for a short holiday....A'famosa. Thursday 17th to Saturday 19th. I'll be there with 3 other families.

Plan ; on Thursday, early mornin', the ladies will do the groceries and cookin.. the kids will be allowed to have "free and easy", the men will GOLF!!!!

Perang SMS

Maka bermulalah perang SMS untuk mengucapkan "Selamat Hari Raya I'dulfitri, Maaf Zahir dan Bathin" . Boss-boss Telco company senyum aje. Aku pun join sama mengantar SMS Raya ni. Mana taknye. Tak sempat nak hantar kad raya. Aku baru keluar hospital. Hari ni aku gi office, 1st day after the long break, melambak-lambak kad raya kat meja aku. Mana kad raya yang aku dapat, and kad-kad raya yang dah masuk sampul tunggu aku sign aje. Kira-kira kad-kad ni akan sampai lepas raya la. Takpa la, janji hantar gak.

Since aku dah bole gerak, weekend lepas gi buka puasa kat rumah omak and in-laws. At the in-laws, ada perjumpaan famili yang besar gak. Best gak. Maghrib sesama and Isyak and Terawikh sesama. Makan sakan aku, especially sekarang ni aku ada natural diet plan, sejak-sejak tak dak hempedu ni. Makan aje, within five minutes, aku kena gi toilet.

So nak balik kampung mana? Kampung gua ke kampung wife? Hmmmm.... gua local(Taman Pelangi ,Sentul), wife local(Kajang). Plan rabu ni, pagi gi Kajang, malam gi Taman Pelangi. Takbir kat sana. Pas takbir rumah ke rumah, gi Kajang balik. Raya kat Kajang, pas sembahyang raya, round rumah-rumah yang biasa di round, next day gi Taman Pelangi balik and then gi rumah-rumah yang patut di ziarahi. Pikir-pikir, boring gak tak da kampung ni. The last time aku balik kampung was the time when I'm in primary two. We were staying in Kuantan at that time. Balik KL, untuk balik kampung. Arwah Abah kat Selayang, Omak kat Segambut. Ahhh...those good old days.

"SELAMAT HARI RAYA I'DULFITRI.....MAAF DZAHIR DAN BATHIN....DRIVE SAFELY"

Yikes, it's already Friday. 2 weeks after the open chole. I'm just beginning to enjoy the break..or MC. I know I would have tons to do when I'm back at the office but...hey...I think I better enjoy the "accidental" long break, while it last. Next monday...I'll be back in the office...for a day before going off for the Hariraya Holiday. My body feels good. I believe I could do a full golf-swing with a golf club by next week. Ahh....something I'm looking forward to do.

Ahhhh....It's nice to recover. Slowly but surely. Especially when you do the recovering at home. Watched tons of DVDs. Played with the kids PS2 quite a bit, eventhough, I only exclusively play the "Tiger Woods PGA Tour 2006" out of hundreds of games that's lying beside the PS2.

Yesterday, my first day of driving, ...actually my first day of driving without flinching with pain. I did that once last week, sending my eldest kid to school, and it was a BADDDD idea. I went to Ampang Puteri for a post check-up with Dr Shuib, the surgeon. The guy is cool. Everything's cool......except that I can't use my stomach muscles. When the open surgery was done, all veins and nerves that runs through the stomach areas were shreded to pieces...would need time to heal.

Met the "biras" cousin of mine, The Big Boss Man of 8TV, AIO, getting his cholesterol pill.
"So, what's the main reason for the gallstones in the gallbladder?" AIO
" Inbalance diet, stress, and bad sex life....ha,ha"
"Huh?"
"just kidding!!!"

Arghh, I need to be able to drive the DRIVER again!!!!! If not, I would always come up with those lame jokes,........ again and again.

My Condolence....Al Fatehah

To Pak Lah, for the demise of his beloved wife...
And to Ahmad Lutfi Osman, for losing his beloved daughter, his touching story in my email today. Al Fatehah...


Subject: [AL-HIDAYAH] Perginya jantung hati

Perginya jantung hati kami
Oleh Ahmad Lutfi Othman

Rabu, 5 Oktober, 1 Ramadhan, jam 8.15 pagi. Segalanya berhenti. Deru angin, kicau burung, juga lintasan dan angan-angan. Dengan lembut roh Nurul Syafiqah bt Siti Hawa, 11 tahun, anak kedua kami dipisahkan dari jasadnya sehingga saya, isteri dan tiga putera lainnya, Ahmad Luqman Hakim, Ahmad Ikmal Syafiq dan Umar Mukhtar menyangkanya tertidur nyenyak.

Tragedi tidak bermula Subuh awal puasa itu. Aturan Ilahi tentang kematian kerap menyentap,
mengejutkan lena, memancung cita-cita, namun punya rahsia tersembunyi, yang mungkin tidak terbongkar sampai bila-bila. Jumaat, 30 September, 12.45 tengahari. Syafiqah telefon dari sekolah. "Akak tertinggal bas, boleh ayah ambil?" Saya terdiam, banyak kerja mesti disiapkan; artikel politik kampus untuk harakahdaily baru setengah jalan. "Akak jalan kaki,
ya?" pintas Syafiqah selepas saya membatu.

Semalaman membakar pizza. "Tapi banyak barang kena bawa ni," asaknya tanpa nada mendesak. Hari itu Syafiqah 'menjamu' guru-gurunya dengan juadah pizza masakan ibunya. Semalaman dia menunggu pizza dibakar oven. Sememangnya Syafiqah suka sekali membawa makanan ke sekolah, tidak lama dulu nasi daging. Sehingga dia mengalah, saya langsung tidak terasa apa-apa bahawa Syafiqah mulai letih dengan demam dan sakit tekak yang dideritainya. Petangnya Syafiqah telefon maklumkan dia dapat tumpang kawannya balik.

Malamnya, apabila sampai depan rumah, lambat pula Syafiqah buka pagar. "Awat lambat?" Saya merungut walaupun cahaya lampu kereta menyerlahkan muka Syafiqah yang pucat.
"Akak cari tudung."
"Malam gelap, tak ada siapa nampak," jawab kebodohan saya.

Ketika itu tidak teringat langsung bahawa Syafiqah kini cukup prihatin dengan aurat. Nak masukkan karung sampah di belakang rumah pun Syafiqah pastikan bertudung dulu.

Set nasi ayam
Sabtu, 1 Oktober, sepatutnya saya tunaikan janji dengan Syafiqah. Selepas tamat UPSR dan PSRA, dua hari sebelum itu, Syafiqah minta set nasi Ayamas. "RM5 saja ayah. Akak teringin nak makan dengan kawan. Kami jalan kaki pun boleh." Masya-Allah, saya seolah-olah tidak
mendengarnya sambil memberi jawapan tidak pasti, "esok ... esok." Isteri saya, Siti Hawa memberitahu Syafiqah tidak selera makan malam tadi apabila saya minta izin ke KL hadiri mesyuarat penggerak demokrasi bersama Mat Sabu. Nasi goreng kampung dengan sambal belacan kegemarannya hanya ditatap, kemudian disimpan dalam peti sejuk. Saya masih tidak terasa apa-apa sedangkan takdir hanya menunggu masa.

"Ayah pi sekejap aja, sebelum tengahari selesai, nanti malam kita balik kampung," kata saya kepada Syafiqah sambil berjalan ke kereta. Raut muka cerianya seperti terlindung. Saya seakan terlupa Syafiqah anak berjiwa kental, sesekali tidak menunjukkan rasa sakit minta dimanja walaupun sememangnya sedang menderita. Lewat petang, selepas menukar tayar kereta di Hulu Kelang, memecut laju ke asrama anak sulung kami, Luqman, di SAM 10,
Cheras. Aduhai, janji dengan Syafiqah sudah luput. "Bawa akak ke klinik, tekak makin perit," katanya, juga tanpa menunjukkan rasa sakit. Klinik famili kami, Dr Mahyuddin Yassin tutup. Saya ke klinik sebelah, dekat Taman Sri Ampang. Semasa menunggu, Syafiqah bermain- main dengan dua anak kecil. Nampak letih tetapi tetap gembira. Saya berbisik, "Nak balik kampung?" "Ayah baliklah dulu, akak boleh tinggal dengan nenek," balasnya.

Ketika neneknya datang malam itu, kami sudah bersiap nak balik Kedah. Syafiqah tenang saja. Kalau anak lain tentu akan merengek. Emak mentua saya akan membawanya ke hospital periksa darah, takut-takut denggi. Dalam perjalanan kami dimaklumkan Syafiqah tidak
diserang demam maut itu. Lega. Melalui SMS, dan itu kali pertama Syafiqah menggunakannya,
dia bertanya, "ayah di mana?" Sambil melintasi Taiping, saya menjawab. Selang beberapa lama nada SMS berbunyi, juga dari Syafiqah, soalan sama, di samping memberitahu dia muntah. 5 pagi, kami sampai di Kampung Raja, Kubang Pasu. Saya maklumkan kepada Syafiqah. Kemudiannya kami diberitahu Syafiqah malam itu asyik sembang dengan neneknya, maklumkan kandungan SMS.

Ahad, pagi ke petang (begitu juga Isnin) temujanji saya padat di Alor Setar, Syafiqah terus SMS. "Mulut akak pahit, nak buat macamana." Saya menjawab, dan Syafiqah bertanya hal lain pula. Sehingga malam baru saya sedari SMS tadi rupanya "gagal dihantar".
Ya Allah, rupanya Syafiqah terus menunggu dan menunggu ... Selasa pagi kami berangkat pulang. Walaupun jangkanya dapat bertolak sebelum jam 10, tapi disebabkan singgah banyak rumah saudara-mara, itu pun tidak sempat menziarahi pusara bonda Aisyah (sesuatu yang tidak pernah saya tinggalkan jika balik kampung), menjelang 1 tengahari baru kami keluar ke Pekan Tunjang, seterusnya ke Lebuhraya Utara Selatan. Di rumah neneknya, Syafiqah makin lemah tidak berselera makan, dan asyik menyebut nama ayah dan ibunya. Tapi bicaranya
tetap ramah, suaranya masih bertenaga. Kami solat Maghrib di R&R Sg Buloh. Syafiqah desak saya jemput. Sekali lagi, ayah yang tidak mengerti perasaan anak di hujung usia itu, minta tangguh esoknya, atas alasan letih.
Syafiqah berkeras. Dia menggesa nenek dan pamannya hantar segera ke Bukit Ampang. Ketika Syafiqah tiba, saya keletihan di katil. Namun terdengar juga celotehnya dengan Luqman. Dia
bercerita tentang bagaimana darahnya diperiksa. Saya dimaklumkan kemudiannya, Luqman > pun tidak memberikan respons sewajarnya, juga kerana letih dan mengantuk.

Awal pagi terdengar Syafiqah asyik masuk keluar bilik air, muntah. Ibunya berlari-lari anak menyantuni, antara Syafiqah dan adik kecilnya, Nurin Afifah, 2 tahun, yang juga terbatuk-batuk. Setengah jam sebelum Subuh kami sekeluarga di meja makan, bersahur, termasuk Syafiqah.

"Fiqah tak payah posalah," kata saya. Ampun Tuhan, suara suara agak tinggi minta Syafiqah kembali tidur dan berehat, kebetulan kerusi di meja makan tidak cukup untuk semua kami.

7.45 pagi, 1 Ramadhan, isteri mengejutkan lena saya. Syafiqah menjerit: "Ibu, sakit! Ibu, sakit! Dari atas saya mendengar suara Syafiqah cukup kuat, tidak pernah dia menjerit selantang itu.
Melihat keadaannya, jantung saya berdegup kencang. Taqdir makin dekat. Tahu ibunya menyidai basuhan, Syafiqah bersuara, agak perlahan: "Dahlah ibu, suruh abang sidai kain, akak
sakit ni."
Tapi bicara Syafiqah masih jelas, dia sendiri minta ke hospital. Saya renung matanya, langsung tidak berair, maknanya dia hanya menjerit bukan menangis. Ya Allah, kuatnya semangat anakku ini. Sememangnya sejak malam tadi saya berkira untuk ke hospital pagi-pagi esoknya.

Namun, saya dan Siti langsung tidak terlintas Syafiqah akan berangkat ke alam lain, meninggalkan fitnah dunia. Rupanya Siti sudah memandi dan membersihkan tubuhnya. "Bagai bayi saya mandikan Syafiqah, cuci rambutnya. Nampak kakinya kuning, tubuhnya sejuk, tapi langsung tidak terbayang dia mahu pergi selamanya," cerita Siti kemudiannya kepada
kawan-kawan yang menziarahi.

8.00 pagi. Suara Syafiqah tetap jelas bila meminta saya memapahnya keluar dari bilik solat. Bersama Siti, saya menuntunnya ke ruang tengah. Selepas didudukkan, saya perhatikan wajahnya seolah-olah tanpa darah. Ketika itu baru lintasan hati mengilhamkan sesuatu yang
pedih dan perit. Syafiqah masih sempat minta saya papahnya ke kerusi panjang di depannya, mungkin dia mahu berbaring. Saya cuba mengangkatnya tapi tidak terdaya, Syafiqah terasa berat. Semasa sibuk mengemas untuk ke Hospital Ampang Puteri - 4 km dari rumah kami - saya, Siti dan anak-anak terpandang Syafiqah seperti menarik nafas panjang, dua kali. Lehernya terlentok. Subhanallah, janji Allah sudah sampai. Mata saya dan Siti berpandangan, namun kami tidak sempat memberi reaksi lain kecuali mempercepatkan Syafiqah ke hospital.

Hati saya berkata-kata sambil cuba menatang tubuh Syafiqah yang masih terasa hangatnya. Selepas menghidupkan enjin kereta saya memanggil jiran sebelah, William, sama-sama mengangkat Syafiqah. Berkali-kali namanya dipanggil. Syafiqah nampak seperti nyenyak tidur. Dalam kelam-kabut itu saya pandangan saya letak ke wajah Siti, ibu yang mengandungkan Syafiqah dan Syafiqah membesar di depannya sehingga menginjak usia 11 tahun. Harapan ibu tetap tinggi. Sambil memangkunya di kerusi belakang, Siti tidak putus-putus menyebut nama Allah. Air mata tidak sempat tumpah lagi. Tumpuan saya ke arah jalan raya yang sibuk pagi itu. Perjalanan ke hospital terasa begitu aneh, kiri kanan jalan seperti sunyi sepi. Degupan jantung kuat sekali. Tangan kanan memegang stereng, tangan kiri menjamah tubuh Syafiqah. "Panas lagi," harap Siti walaupun menyedari tiada apa yang bergerak di tubuh Syafiqah.

Mulut saya terkunci. Mata terasa panas. Bergenang air mata Siti tapi harapannya tidak pudar.
Saya memberhentikan kereta di lobi kecemasan. Hon dibunyikan bertalu-talu. Melihatkan reaksi awal kakitangan hospital ketika mereka mengangkat tubuh Syafiqah, jawapannya jelas dan pasti. Syafiqah sudah pergi meninggalkan kami. Ketika saya memimpin Nurin dari kawasan letak kereta, dan Siti sedang menemani Syafiqah, saya belum dimaklumkan secara
rasmi tentang kehilangan jantung hati kami itu. Namun berat sekali kaki diheret menaiki tangga. Saya mendukung Nurin sambil menciumnya: "Kakak dah tak ada Nurin."

Sebaik melangkah masuk hospital, saya nampak Siti sedang mengisi keterangan peribdi Syafiqah. Saya dengar hampir semua maklumat penting Syafiqah yang diberikannya salah. Siti menoleh ke arah saya, wajahnya tenang walaupun ketara pucat. Saya tidak perlu bertanya lagi. "Fiqah dah tak ada, bang," getar suaranya jelas. Berdepan jasad kaku Syafiqah, terlintas, bagaimana sewaktu tiga tahun saya menderita sakit misteri, terlantar di rumah, tidak mampu
bekerja, saya sering terhibur dengan celotehnya, gurau manjanya, malah puas terasa bila dia mengurut lenguh badan. Kerap dia teresak- esak menangis bila melihat saya mengerang kesakitan. Tapi, ya Allah, apabila dia menderita sakit, saya tiada di sisi, malah tidak pun sempat melayannya dengan baik, dan banyak janji tidak tertunai, walaupun sekadar nasi Ayamas yang selalu disebutnya. Air mata mula tumpah dan hingga kini, selepas seminggu, air mata itu belum mahu kering lagi. Al-Fatehah. - UM

Open Cholecystectomy or Open Chole (as described by the Dr.)

Friday Oct 14, 2005, 5 am... Join the family for Sahur, and as per advised by the hospital, 2 slices of bread with Milo. Wrote my "will" and told my wife where to find it if something goes wrong. Well, .... you don't really know what's going to happen, right?

10.50 am .... The Ampang Puteri Specialist Hospital called, saying that they are ready to admit me "You can come now" "Now?" "Yeah, now" "Ok, gimme half-and-hour"

11.30 am ... Ampang Puteri, single-room number 5xx, just beside the VIP suite. Looking from the outside...;VIP Suite - nice-looking high-quality wood-door, Mine - looks more like an emergency exit door. Ha, ha. Wife, daughter and Ma were with me.

12.00 noon.... Dr Shuaib...Surgeon, kinda cool...
" Doc...minor surgery?"
" Nope...but not major...only not minor...Open chole...the stones are big.."
"Local anesthetic?"
" HUH!???, General.... Never done any open chole with local..."
"Just joking Doc"
" Doc, when do u think I could go for golf again? After raya ok?"
" You can just forget about it la, golfer melayu.... two months, minimum...but if you wanna try, go for it, then, Please, Puhleazzee, tell me if it doesn't hurt"
"Huh?!?"

12.30 noon ... Lunch.
"Huh???? I'm not supposed to eat anything, supposed to be fasting...first becoz it's fasting month, 2nd becoz I'll going through the surgery at 3.30pm, today".

2:30 pm.... Solah Zohor, Solah Hajat, Yassin and Du'a...That's all I can do. The family were all there.

3.20 pm.... It's time to go to the OT. Nervous. Gave kisses to my kids, wife and ma. OT. Very cold, in fact TOO COLD. The anesthesian came in. ............ ZZZZZZZ

5.XX pm ... " Golfer Melayu!!!!! He's not responding!!"
" I can hear you...I just can't respond now, gimme some time la....very dizzy...and ..the pain is coming " - In my mind-.


5.50pm ... In my room.... In pain...Need pain- killers. Can't sleep, move, or do nothing the whole day. No food, only drip until the next day.... even then, only drinks. I wanna go home.


From Saturday - Monday, 2 doctors came by to do the post-review, Dr Shuib(Surgeon) and Dr Mazlam(the Original Specialist), and 1 exchange doctor came in Sunday for Dr Mazlam. Same q's by both, same answers from me. The BILL???? Let's just say that the "Hari-Raya" celebration will not be as planned .... and neither does the SUV. ARGHH!!!!!!

(click on the pic to get better view) The Surgery-Scar on me....I'm back at home...but would need at least two weeks to recover. Still have the V-shape, with traces of stomach-muscles...he,he.. Golf? Maybe if I'm lucky, within two months. Arghhhhh!!!!!

I'm in pain!!!!!!

2 am last night. I was in pain. Excrutiating pain. It was bad. I felt it just below the right sternum. I thought it was gas. The 2nd attack within two weeks. I went down stairs, took some ENO. The pain did not stop, it became worst. I can't sleep.

4.30 am, right after sahur....pain continues. Can't stand it no more. Asked my wife to take me to the clinic. The general doctor did his check-up on me. Don't think he knows what's wrong with me.
"I can gives you a jab, pain killer je, if you can't stand the pain...and I'm giving you a referral letter to the Ampang Puteri specialist, Dr Mazlam"
"Just do it, Doc....gua tengah sakit ni".


8.50 am . Ampang Puteri. The specialist was not in yet. His assistance asked me to go for a blood test and the ultrasound abdomen test. My wife was with me during the ultrasound abdomen test.
"It is boy or a girl??? kah,kah"
They found gallstones at the neck of the gallbladder, the largest measures about 2cm in diameter.

10.50am. Dr Mazlam turn to check my condition. Nice guy. He wanted to do "SCOPING", just to be very sure . Scoping? "I'll be looking into your internal using a microscopic video camera"
"ok"

11.30am....kena la buka puasa...chisss..tak best nyer. They need to get me to "sleep" for the scoping procedure. Into my vein....zzzzzzzzzz.

1:30pm... my wife woke me up. Still very dizzy. The nurse asked me to go get something to eat.

3.00 pm.. Dr Mazlam office. " Red-cells ok, white cells ok, cholesterol ok, blood pressure ok, heart ok, liver ok, gallbladder not ok....suggest to go for surgery...when do you wanna do it?
"ASAP"
"Ok, I'll admit you"
"What???? today??? Can it be tomorrow?"
"Ok"

4.30pm. Payment counter. RM1,456.94. ARGHHHH!!!!!!!! This is going to cost me BIGGG. With the surgery and all...easily RM7K. Help!!!!! The pain is coming back.


Something about Gallstones in Gallbladder (All info from the Internet)
1) Symtoms

When the symptoms of gallstones occur they are often called an "attack" because they occur suddenly. The typical gallstone attack includes:

• Steady, severe pain in the upper abdomen that increases rapidly and lasts from 30 minutes to several hours.
• Pain in the back between the shoulder blades.
• Pain under the right shoulder.
• Nausea or vomiting.

Gallstone attacks often follow fatty meals, and they may occur during the night.
Other symptoms of gallstones include:

• Abdominal bloating.
• Recurring intolerance of fatty foods.
• Colic.
• Belching.
• Gas.
• Indigestion

Treatment

People can live without a gallbladder, and the most common treatment for gallstone problems is surgical removal of the gallbladder, known as cholecystectomy (pronounced co-lee-sist-ect-omy). There are several surgical options:

• Laparoscopic cholecystectomy (keyhole gallbladder removal). This is the most common treatment. After a general anaesthetic, a number of tiny cuts, usually four, are made in the abdomen, through which surgical instruments and a miniature video camera are inserted. The gallbladder is removed without cutting through any abdominal muscles, and if necessary, ERCP (see above) can be used to locate and remove stones in the bile duct.

• Open surgery. Sometimes, keyhole surgery is not possible and an "open" cholecystectomy is necessary. This involves the removal of the gallbladder under general anaesthetic through a larger cut in the abdomen.

These operations are generally safe, and for most people the benefits are greater than the disadvantages. However, all surgery does carry some risk. The most common complication in gallbladder surgery is damage to the bile ducts, which may require additional surgery.

-tive ion

"Negative ions are odorless, tasteless, and invisible molecules that we inhale in abundance in certain environments. Think mountains, waterfalls, and beaches. Once they reach our bloodstream, negative ions are believed to produce biochemical reactions that increase levels of the mood chemical serotonin, helping to alleviate depression, relieve stress, and boost our daytime energy." www.WebMD.com

While waiting for "buka puasa" yesterday, I wondered off into ISETAN... sport-section ... golf, to be exact. I was not planning to buy anything. Just wanna do a bit of putting on the putting-mat. While I was there, there was this promotion of "Negative ion generator" stuff, Made in Japan...from bracelet to necklace to back-pack. Nowdays, it really takes a me a longer period of time to get my energy back after a round of golf and this -ve ion stuff claims that it will relief strain and pain faster.

"Abang..nak try, bang?"
" Saya tak sakit tangan, yang sengal-sengal tengkuk saya"
" Ha!!!, abang pakai rantai ni, pas tiga hari sure dah tak sakit punyer"

Aiyo...can't wear necklace no more.. I'm no longer the "mat rock" of yesteryear..with my long hair, necklace, bracelet and earing. In the end, I decided to buy a bracelet ... and being me, I bought a -ve ion bracelet that looks a bit different than the others. If it works, than my golf game will certainly be better, if not, it can be just another fashion accessories.

I'll be spending my "buka puasa" time with my customer tonite

Today, I'll be having my "buka puasa" with my PREMIER CUSTOMER at Biba's Cafe, Mandarin Oriental,KLCC. Booked 30 seats. Good thing about the place, easy parking...easy to get out...less jam ... and if I'm early , bole lepak-lepak kat Kinokuniya. Check-out Biba's Cafe website. Hmm...menu looks good, looks REALLY goood. At RM75 per person, it better be.....

I'll miss my "buka puasa" with the family tonite and another thing,... I would have to do my tarawikh, alone, at home tonite. Sucks....

OVERKILL....PORSHE Cayenne....Hey!!!, if i'm gettin this, my wife might think that I'm going through mid-life crisis and will try to get another ehem,ehem... As what my kid told my wife about a malay-telemovie last friday..... "Citer kelakar tu pasal bapak dia trick mak dia...kata nak gi golf tournament kat Melaka..padahal dia kahwin satu lagi!!!!!!!!!"

Don't worry la wife3d...I'm not like that one-laa...I'm no womanizer...I'm just a golfer.

BMW M-5 looks good...too!!!!!

If I have a bit more....Volvo XC90 

Toyota Harrier wud be my second choice....

With the PDA-phone outta way...now come my latest conquest. A new SUV...or maybe second-hand SUV...before the end of the year...choices will be...1) Kia Sorento