Burger King Whopper with 4 beef patties, with total meat weight of 1 pound. 1360 kcal. 93 grams of fat.
Present were Ali, Ayman, Fairuz and Ikhwan Hadi. But Ali already had lunch, Ayman and Fairuz weren't satanically possessed. So it was only me and Ikhwan who joined the challenge.
No bra in South East Asia can hold up these two Bahamas Mamas.
At this moment I felt very guilty, as if I was trying to take a peek at Jessica Biel through a crack on the bathroom door.
Jessica Biel stripped bare! Tapi Jessica Biel perut dia tak berlipat. Perut burger ni pulak berlipat empat!
Half way-done. At this juncture, I was already feeling sick.
I planned to take a picture of the last bite, but I couldn't be bothered.
The Verdict: There's a reason why people stop at Double Whopper. If there are too many beef patties, the tomato-onion-lettuce-mayonaise-beef ratio is so distorted, you don't taste the Whopper in your mouth anymore. What made it worse was the beef patties were dry like sand paper instead of being soft and juicy like Jessica Biel.
Want a better deal? Go to Chili's and order their burgers instead. It's tastier and cheaper.
The stats:
Number of bites taken: 12 Calories per bite: 113 kcal Total calories consumed: 2010 kcal (1 One Pound Whopper, 1 medium fries, 2 medium coke) Panadol consumed: 2
I wasn't impressed. It wasn't exciting. Experience/Calorie ratio not worth the risk.
I had my last fast food about a month ago. I'll go on for another week, then I plan to reset the fast food-free counter with this:
The One Pound Whopper
Composite image of a Quad Whopper.
Burger King Whopper with 4 beef patties. 1360 kcal, 93 grams of fat (1450 kcal, 101 grams of fat if you add a slice of cheese).
To enable me to perform such 'stunt', I'm going on a calorie restriction diet for the next one week, clocking not more than 1500 kcal a day. I also plan to cycle a total of 200km by the time I visit Burger King.
There are bad days, and there are really bad days.
Today is one of those days.
I had to do a presentation on post-operative fever. Having so little time (blame it on me), I have to admit the quality of the presentation was below average. It isn't something that I am quite proud of.
To add salt to the wound, the presentation was brought forward, so I've lost whatever little time I have to tie the loose ends in whatever I had to say.
To add kerosine to the wound and set it on fire, I think I'm in the lecturer's black list, getting marked by him most of the time.
To amputate the leg and have it fed to the lions, a visiting doctor attended the presentation, and he is heavily involved with this evidence-based thingamajiggy crap (cut me some slacks here, I'm loaded with anger).
To put it in figure, my presentation was basically shred to pieces, crumpled, thrown to the ground, stepped on, spat on and then mixed with a pile of elephant poo.
Basically a nice and professional way of saying "You are stupid, you have no idea of what you are doing. It's even a surprise that you've come this far. Go back home lah, bodoh."
After the presentation, I hustled my way out of the school, furious. I drove back home, speeding obviously. Then at a very busy intersection, some bloody jackass decided to pre-maturely turn into the lane. Pffttt. Batu Pahat drivers.
I made sure I gave him a loud and long honk, supplemeted by a middle finger and an unrehearsed shout of "PUKIMAK PUNYA BABI!!" with a rolled-down window.
All these happened with me dressed in a white coat and a stethoscope over my neck, ID tag still on my chest, within full view of busy traffic of people leaving school.
I sure hope they think it's just Halloween.
This is not me. Not every bit of what happened today. Something must be done.
Ya Allah, give me strength. Assist me in making sure I don't end up as a bum.
Tomorrow the Nation celebrates its 50th anniversary of independece.
Way back before 1957, Malaysia was infested, infected and... errr.. bla-bla-bla-ted.
Then in few events preceeding 31st August 1957, Malaysia was resuscitated, given a few course of antibiotics, antivirals, IVIG, inotropes, lock, stock and barrel, afterwhich it recovered from the infection on the day mentioned.
Following that, the Nation went through multiple courses of physiotherapy, occupational therapy, cognitive behavioural therapy and the occasional group therapy. Some even mentioned it joined Independent Nation Anonymous, but no one would know for sure. Follow ups are done annually.
Despite few cuts, lumps and bumps, there are nothing too serious that a band aid can't handle. Well, maybe except in 1969 when the Nation had a massive autoimmune reaction. And who could forget the asthmatic attack of 1997. Boy, were we out of breath or what! But the Nation survived and stayed on course.
As Malaysia continues to thrive, sometimes it forgets the foundation of the founding of the Nation. Like plastic surgery, it tends to focus on certain body parts. Less vivacious body parts, well, they're put on hold. At least that is what the Nation thinks, I think. But wouldn't it nicer and more meaningful if the Nation's beauty is natural, unartificial and whole-bodied?
The Nation will once again attend its annual follow up tomorrow. Tomorrow, the Nation will see the result of some tests, of which indicates what's been done in the last one year is helping to sustain a better and healthier life of Malaysia.
Happy Birthday Malaysia. Eat well, exercise, take enough sleep, and always have a good mood. Don't forget to take your medications too. We'll take a look at you again next year.
It's been raining since 5am in the morning and it is now almost 1 at noon! The whole of Seremban feels like it's in an air con room. Ok, chill, chill. I'm taking a minute off studying.
Here's a picture sent by Ali. Better get it up before it gets basi.
Team IMU, number 924. Chee Yoong and Me.
Trivia: What am I flashing?
(a) The number 924 (b) Tan line (c) Flabby arm (d) All of the above
I planned to wake up early this morning because I had to clerk the patients in the ward. I also had to do a lot of revision. So I thought of a brilliant idea of staying up, not sleeping, study whatever shit there is, and then go to ward before everyone else.
Nice going, Einstein.
At 4:30 am I gave up and decided to take a nap. Big mistake. Bukak-bukak mata dah pukul 8:30. Subuh pun tahap gajah muscular hypertrophy. Worst than that, the doctor was already in the ward. Not any doctor. The nation's top, globally recognized, sarcasm-loaded gynaecologist.
Terus aku tak jadi pegi ward. I fare better if I don't see him that day. At least I know will live one more day. So I headed to the clinic and made myself useful there.
It's a shitty feeling isn't it. The one thing you thought would make your day better turn out to be something that gets you into trouble.
Takpe. The weather looks nice, so I guess aku akan layan emo atas jalan when I pedal to Labu later. Lance Armstrong said in his book "Make everything negative into something positive."
PD Tri is on the day after tomorrow. I'm gamed. My objective is to get first hand experience of what triathlon is all about. I've learnt a lot in PD tri clinic. This Sunday will consolidate my beginners lesson.
Team IMU (Insane Monkey Unit). Sponsored by IMU. I love you IMU. L-R: Runner Zailan Yusof, Cyclist Azman Rocks, Swimmer Foo Chee Yoong.
Whooop whooop!!! After more than a week of blogging hiatus, I'm developing a blogging diarrhoea. Somebody pass me some Maxolon! Enjoy the read!
p.s: I've just realized blogger has a time stamp at the end of each post. So terkantoi lah today I didn't go out cycling. That's ok. Negeri Sembilan cuti on Thursday. So I'll make it up.
During sleep last night, somehow my spine got stuck to the mattress. I've only realized this when I woke up at 6am. My back refuses to disengage from the mattress. By then I knew I have Spinal Mattressoitis Ossificans, a condition characterized by inability to flex the spine as it remained adhered to the mattress associated with generalized muscle fatigue. This condition is usually predisposed by late night sleep, rainy mornings and sleeping with a full stomach.
It took me 3 hours to set myself loose. By then, it was already too late to cycle to Tekala. Oh well. There's tomorrow.
So I had nothing to do and decided to surf the web. While browsing through the Malaysian Medical Resources site, I stumbled across the MMR blog roll. Blardy hell!! My name was there!!
I immediately IM Jack, an IMU mate, whose name was also there. He was as shocked as I am. Though his main concern was that he could never cuss on his blog again. Haha.
Err.. to anyone in MMR. How do this stuff work actually? Are we then judged based on the content of our blogs? I mean this is serious. I've just learned yesterday that becoming a house officer doctors requires you to angkat sumpah at the mahkamah and all. I've never heard inducted engineers, programmers, architects or lab assistants having to do the same. And much of the content of the blog is un-medical. How eh Mr. MMR?
Anyway, as I was going through the list, I found out I was the only Malay dude there, among the 100 something. Aaahhh, heaven. I'm enjoying an undivided attention from girls seeking Malay med student on the blog roll. Hahaha!! What a shallow pool of chicks. Yes, you are right. Pathetic, I am.
It's a fact now. Girls blog more than guys. Cold hard evidence:
If only the same could happen in real life. Me and 10 girls in a room. Sigh.
On a different note, Stupe made his very first Powerbar bread. Holy nuts! Stupe's on fire! At the rate he is going, he'll be baking Mutton Beriyani bread next week. Hehe. Pulling on your legs only lah, Stupe. I think we should contact Rahimi or Shahirin lah, and ask for a patent. Powerbar Bread TM. Haha. We kautim 50-50. Ok?
Sick children, crying children, difficult children. Not my cup of tea lah. One child had mistaken a tube of deep heat muscle rub for toothpaste. Methyl salycilate poisoning la jadinya. Ape daaaa.
Bike? Still getting used to cycling with SPD. Tergolek depan traffic light, tergolek atas pokok bunga, tergolek nak naik bukit, tergolek bila nak clip tapi tak dapat. Left STI is already bent inwards as a show of how much torture the bike is getting after numerous falls.
Furthest I've cycled was 16km. Pusing Seremban town. Haha. Langat sabtu ni? 60km? I'm not ready yet lah.
Ok bye. Tengah hari ni ada ward round. Aiyak cilakak!!!!!
Kenny will be running the Penang Bridge Marathon in June. This will be his second attempt at marathon, after his first marathon finish in KLIM 2006. He clocked an impressive 6 hours 33 minutes. A totally respectable time for a first marathon attempt. Me? In a marathon? Esok pagi result dah keluar kat suratkhabar pun aku belum habis.
Aku kena tag dengan Sasha. Sasha is my batchmate in Seremban. Still single, available and is smoking hot. In our study group, we call her Dr Lisa Cuddy. Sapa mau berkenalan, boleh contact aku. Oh and did I tell you she's a very fast swimmer.
By the way, I'm supposed to tell 6 weird stuff about me, and at the end tag another 6 person. By the end of the month, every blogger on this planet will kena tag. Hahaha.
I'm revealing the first 5 weird stuff gearing up to the grand finle 6th weirdest stuff, which is not only weird, but is grossly bizarre. You've been warned. Here goes.
1. No matter how comfortable the bed is, I will somehow roll off the bed and end up sleeping on the floor. It's a sign that I'm incredible in bed ;)
2. I'm using a simple Nokia dot matrix GSM dual band phone. In this age of 3G, 3.1 megapixel camera phone, ribu-ribu ringgit mobile phone, this is considered weird.
3. I have nearly 3000 MP3s on my computer playlist, but only 2 songs are sung by female vocalist. Aretha Franklin and the girl who sang the Doraemon theme song.
4. My BCG scar looks like a hobbit's backside. And I can make it dance.
5. In 2005 I was diagnosed with chronic appendicitis. Med people out there will know it's a rare diagnosis. Appendix usually gets inflamed acutely.
And the grand finale....
6. When I've done taking a dump and clean myself up, I don't flush first. I take a good look at the pile of poo I made and grade it. I grade it according to size, amount, colour, content and to a certain extent, odour. A good pile of poo would be considerably large, light brown, and the amount of the poo should cover at least 80% of the bottom of the toilet. A great pile of poo should have identifiable bits of food. Corn, watermelon and pucuk ubi is good, but bubur pulut hitam (black glutinous rice) is always the best. They come out unchanged!! I don't usually grade the smell, but if the next person using the toilet yells "HOLY SHIT!!! WHAT IS THAT SMELL???!!!" I know I've done a good job.
In our class this morning, everyone was given a topic to present before hand, the first time such thing ever happened in Seremban. Everyone did well. Came my turn, the moment I put my first slide on, the doctor said
"We don't have to do this disease, it's unrelated. Let's move to the other disease you're presenting"
Ok fine, takyah buang masa aku. So we skipped to the next few slides. Then he said again
"We've already done this. Move on. Next slide."
"But doctor, that's all I have."
"You're supposed to do leg ulcers of other causes. Those weren't proper leg ulcers."
"Well, erythema multiforme can present as ulcers on the leg."
"Any dermatitis bad enough can present as ulcers on the leg. What about vasculitis? Do you have that among your slides?"
"Uhh... No."
"Ok then. Next."
Arrghhh!! I stayed up preparing those slides.
After that class, I went for an early lunch because there are more work to be done later. Finished lunch, and was ready to drive back to uni. I cranked the van engine. No sound. Shit. I turn the key again. Nothing. Dammit!!! Must be the battery!! It must be changed anyway, because it has been more than a year and has showed problems before that.
So I walked to a car battery dealer nearby. Met the guy there, let's call him Ah Leong, and told him what happened to my van. He took a good look at me for a few seconds, and continued doing his work. WTF mate!!! I left the place, called Chee Yoong to pick me up. I decided to settle the van later.
Went immediately to the library to get another presentation done. It was then 2 hours before the next class. 1 hour. 30 minutes. 15 minuts. 5 minuts to class, still haven't got them done!!!! Arghhhh!! Mampos lah. Present je.
Gave another lame presentation. "Very big topic. Very simply done." [Sarcastic grin] Thanks. But this lecturer is cool. He covered the potholes I made. So we sat there for another half an hour or so listening to him. While sitting, I wondered. There's something I've not done yet that evening.... Zohor!!!! Dammit!! Aku lupa semayang Zohor!!! Luckily the class finished mere minutes before Asar. Phew. Selamat.
No time to waste, because I still need to bank-in my rent. Called Chee Yoong again, and we rushed to the bank. Arrived there, few minutes before 5pm. The sign reads: Waktu Urusniaga 8:30am-4:3opm. Pundeks!!!! Bukan bank tutup pukul 5 ke!!!
Chee Yoong drove me to town to get a car battery. Got one for a very good bargain. So we went back to my van, put the battery in place. And I put the key in and turned it. "............." Babi!!!! Nothing happened!!! Bukan battery ke??
So I called my personal mechanic, and told him what happened. "Ok, ok. You tunggu situ, saya hantar saya punya wire man." A few minutes later, guessed who showed up. Ah Leong. Aaaahaha. I was starting to lose my mind at that moment.
He checked the battery, and saw the new battery installed, and gave a light snicker, paired with a sarcastic grin. He gave a knock on something, which I presumed to be the starter box, while starting the engine. The engine miraculously fired! He turned it of, and did it again, this time without the knocking. The engine remained still.
He looked at me and said "Lu punya bateri ok. Ini enjin starter suda rosak. Lu esok kasi angkat mari saya punya kedai, sekarang sudah petang. Angkat balik rumah dulu la. Kalau tak boleh start, lu kasi ketuk sikit sini. Kasi itu karbon punya benda sentuh, mau kasi start. Lu kasi try tengok." So I did as he said, and the engine fired. "Haaa, lu banyak terer la," he added. Cilaka lu. Rugi je duit beli battery.
After all those crap, I went back home, and tried to make myself a glass of ice tea. Took out a huge chunk of ice. I usually break ice up using pestel and mortar. But Vijay took it back when he moved out. So I used the hilt of a fruit knife to break it. Whack! Whack! Crack!! The hilt broke!!! Cheebai!!!!!! My favourite knife!!! Aku minum air kosong je lepas tu.
Wise man said, bad luck comes in threes. Lucky bahger!!
And I have an exam tomorrow. Doh!
P.S: Sape nak beli bateri kereta? NS60 Yokohama no maintenance. Aku jual murah murah RM 160. Guarantee setahun, tapi kat Seremban punya kedai la.
February went by, and I only manage to key one posting. This is getting sadly sorry.
Running wise, it has been up and down. Satu minggu lari (siap boleh 4-5 kali seminggu), satu minggu rest. Satu minggu lari, satu minggu rest. Haha. Guess which phase I'm in now? Rest lah. Kena bisul beb!!!! Hahaha. Sebijik, keras, licin, berkilat dan sakit nak mampos. Nak lari macam mana.
The Ironmen-bound are now already Ironmen. Congratulations to Azwar, Adzim, Azhar and Capt Zabil. [Notice 3 of them have names starting with A. Azman ??? Haha. Mimpi la woi.] Multi Ironman Simon Cross finished the race too. Pening kepala doktor dia, baru recover from cracked vertebra dia nih. Hantu betoi. Kuat semangat.
Still busy as hell. Even at this moment, I'm multi-tasking, updating my blog and finishing a presentation. Supposed to be in an hours time. Gila aku ni.
Now I have 3 Ironmen on my link list. I'm a proud Malaysian (sorry, out of context sekejap).
I am down with a fever and very chesty cough. So I get to practice my rights and assume the sick role.
My younger brother and younger cousins were watching a thriller Malay movie 'Trauma' on TV. They have their pillows covering half their faces, so when the scary part comes, they only have to move minimally to get their eyes covered. So I decided to ease the tension by proving them how predictable Malay movies are. NB: I've not seen the movie before.
Prediction Number 1
On the TV screen: Amy Mastura and Sharifah Aleya were bleeding on the floor in the store room. The killer was walking towards them. Amy Mastura threw a few bottles, which were placed next to a minyak cap Buruh cooking oil, to the killer.
I told the kids: Relax lah. Lepas ni orang jahat tu mesti terbakar punya.
Few seconds later: Amy Mastura threw a burning candle at the killer, and he lit up like a fireball.
Prediction Number 2
On the TV screen: Amy Mastura and Sharifah Aleya tried to escape the killer. They got into a car. Amy Mastura was cranking the engine.
I told the kids: Tengok lah. Orang jahat tu tak mati lagi. Nanti mesti dia tangkap sorang.
Few seconds later: Mr Fireball made a comeback and grabbed Sharifah Aleya and ran away.
Prediction Number 3
On the TV screen: Amy Mastura was frantically looking for Sharifah Aleya.
I told the kids: Relax lah. Orang jahat ni mesti mati kena langgar kereta punya.
Few seconds later: Azhar Sulaiman came to the rescue, ramming the killer with a Pajero onto a tree.
So instead of pooping their pants, the kids were entertained. Man, I felt like David Blaine. Haha.
My fiscal year for Ironman 2008 starts a week later than the 2007 New Year. What the heck lah. Re-starting classes after being away for 2 months is no easy task. There were a lot of reconfiguration needed to be done. Sleeping pattern, diet, co-ordinating training, classes and leisure, $$$. Mampuih la ini machiam.
2006 in review? Haih, it was a bad year lah, enough said. I didn't progress as an individual. Although there were no standards set at the beginning of the year, I don't need a set of targets to determine how the year went. It was bad. I felt it. The only thing I'm proud of in 2006 was that I made A LOT of new friends. You guys know who you are. :-)
2007? My gut feeling tells me it's going to be another flat-line year. Lepak ah. As long as I'm alive, I'd be grateful.
2007 resolutions in a picture:
Train to become an Ironman. Train to become a 'ward king'.
Simple je. Takyah nak complicated-complicated.
p.s: My batchmate, Chee Yoong, has improved his 10K time from 1:05 to 0:55 in 3 months. Cilaka betui. Aku jugak yang ketinggalan [ehem, diri sendiri yang malas training]. Wei buddy, update your blog lah. I want to learn your secrets.
p.p.s: I've spent a good few days in the basement, mapping out the Ironman 2008 plan. Will blog about it in a few days, and when I do, all annotations are welcomed.
1. You feel crowded eventhough you are all alone in a room 2. During solat (prayer), you don't feel like getting up after sujud (prostration) 3. The best sitting position is leaning forward 4. All your clothes have miraculously shrunk 5. Going to the toilet is your idea of weight loss
This was recorded earlier this year during IMU Seremban Music Night. We rocked the hell socks out of everyone!!!
I'm in the white helmet. That's a FOX mtb jersey I'm wearing.
I try to minimize the use of youtube in my blog, this is so far the first. But since it is about me, I get to keep my quota.
This dance was adapted and modified from the Original Ultraman Dance. Am told by a very reliable source that these guys are from Universiti Teknologi Petronas, and not MMU, as popular belief. Since their video appear on youtube sometime in Feb-March 2006, many other family of Ultra sporadically appear around the globe. But the Original Ultraman Dancers still do it the best, in my humble opinion.
No posts on training, pasal I've been doing minimal training. IJN elective attachement is too mentally draining!! Tak sempat nak lari pun.. Maluuuu... Got to snap out of this. 60 weeks to IM Langkawi 2008. Yea man!!
Ok I admit, the previous post, the superimposing I did, weren't really good ones. Sue me, I was tired and in a hurry. So to redeem the throne of the self-proclaimed superimposer I am, here are few of my favourite works.
The Mahabeatles
Anwarschumacher
Self-explanatory
Malaysian Idol? Look again closely.
Me and Norah Jones. Some people say she looks like Maya Karin in that pontianak movie. Blah la korang!!
And who can forget these:
Ironazwar
The Last of the Nasi Ambang Man
I use Microsoft Paint to edit these pictures. It's orthodox, simple and cool. Photoshop are for pervs.
