Friday, February 25, 2011


I've been wanting to complete the Ephraim Longworth posts but as I am in Malaysia right now, vacationing to my heart's content plus I left my draft in India, the blog entries can wait. :) I have a lot more ideas on my blog entries in the future. :)

I had the craziest vacation ever. Met new people, stayed in a hotel in a red-light area in Geylang while vacationing in Singapore, went absolutely crazy at Universal Studios Singapore, and a few other things that I can't afford to reveal in here. Haha.

I'm having the time of my life. I love home. I dread the thoughts of having to back to India next week.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Ephraim Longworth

Ephraim Longworth adalah pemain bek kanan Liverpool zaman dulu-dulu. Kali ni aku nak buat perutusan blog pasal sejarah pulak. Tak tau kenapa aku tiba-tiba berminat pasal sejarah. Jangan tanya. Lagi satu jangan tanya kenapa tiba-tiba aku tulis dalam Bahasa Melayu okay. Sebab aku pun takde jawapan untuk soalan-soalan yang bakal anda tanya itu.

Mengapa Ephraim Longworth? Sebab aku minat nama dia. LOL.

Ephraim Longworth adalah pemain bek kanan Liverpool zaman Perang Dunia Pertama dulu lagi. Aku tertarik nak tulis pasal dia sebab aku rasa dia ni adalah karakter yang sangat menarik.

Eph bermain untuk Liverpool selama kira-kira 18 tahun. Penampilan pertama Eph untuk Liverpool adalah pada 19 September 1910. Sepanjang kareer panjang beliau dengan Liverpool, beliau bermain 371 perlawanan liga dan 490 total perlawanan dalam semua pertandingan. Kalau bukan kerana perang, sudah pasti khidmat beliau sebagai bek yang mantap lagi berganda-ganda.

Eph ni bukan nama je mantap, main pun mantap. Bersama rakan kongsi bek beliau, Donald McKinlay, mereka adalah bek paling mantap sekali dalam liga masa tu. Walaupun beliau mantap, kareer beliau bersama Liverpool bukan la sepanjang masa mantap. Dalam tahun 1913, keputusan perlawanan Liverpool sangat la teruk. Sangat-sangat terlalu teruk. Sekali tu Liverpool kalah bodoh je kat Chelsea. Chelsea masa tu baru naik First Division tapi dah nak kena turun balik sebab mereka lagi sengal dari Liverpool masa tu.

Nak dijadikan cerita, Encik H.G. Norris, pengarah pasukan Fulham dan Arsenal Woolwich telah menuduh Liverpool match-fixing dengan sengaja kalah kepada Chelsea. Eph membidas tuduhan Encik Norris dalam temubual beliau dengan Evening Express pada 5 April 1913.

Ayat dia lebih kurang macam ni kalau diterjemah ke dalam bahasa ibunda kita:

Woi Norris. Pandai-pandai je ko fitnah kitorang eh. Langsung takde asas tuduhan ko tu. Satu atom pun x betul tuduhan ko tu!

Cool kan Eph kita ni? :D

Dulu pemain bola sepak bukan semua profesional. Kebanyakan mereka ada kerja tetap. Hari Sabtu je main bola. Berlatih la kadang-kadang bila dah habis kerja. Tapi ada jugak yang bermain bola sepak sepenuh masa. Contohnya Eph ni dan kebanyakan pemain Liverpool. Beliau mempertahankan tindakannya untuk menjadikan bola sepak sebagai kareer hidup. Zaman tu bukan semua pemain bola sepak kelab-kelab dapat gaji. Siap FA England buat batasan gaji maksimum pemain GBP4 seminggu sahaja! Pemain bola sepak sekarang seminggu dapat beratus-ratus ribu GBP!

Dia kata dia bangga dengan kareer dia sebagai pemain bola sepak profesional. Jadi dengan bermain sepenuh masa, dia dapat memberikan sepenuh komitmen ke atas bola sepak, komitmen yang tidak berbelah bahagi, komitmen yang tidak mungkin dia mampu berikan andai kata dia ada perkerjaan lain sambil-sambil main bola tu. Mantap dan tegas pendiriannya Eph ni. Patut la jadi Kapitan Liverpool dan England.

Daaannnnn.............bakal bersambung :)

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Daniel Agger's Manual on How To Become an Instant Legend

First he did this:

Then earlier today, he made this statement:

On Fernando Torres moving to Chelsea:

"It is unacceptable to play for one of Liverpool's arch rivals."

On how he feels about the club:

"For a Dane, it's about having respect for the club you play at. I am proud to be able to pull on my Liverpool jersey and will never go to another club in England. I would never go to Manchester United or Everton, for example. It's about a form of respect for the club."

Danny Agger. You're The Great Dane II after Jan Molby.

You're a friggin' LEGEND.

And you know You'll Never Walk Alone.

Video from GoalFast at
Original report from Guardian

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Reds give them Blues

I look like an idiot, don't I? Pandai-pandai nak predict konon. But at least I got the Chelsea line-up partially correct.haha :p

Maxi obviously hadn't been told that you-know-who was no longer his teammate. The first chance of the game came when Maxi sent a sloppy pass right into you-know-who's path but he chose to shoot from distance and could only manage to shoot high and wide.

The first half was a little sloppy for my liking. There were some mistakes by Lucas and Maxi. Other than that, it was a typical Liverpool-Chelsea game; tactical and midfield battles with the keepers almost redundant. Chelsea had more possession but Liverpool defended superbly. Carra, coming back from injury, was a real fighter. He made one incredible block to deny you-know-who after he was sent clear on goal by Drogba. Agger gave you-know-who a smack on the face, much to the delight of the travelling fans. LEGEND. Skrtel was immense and hard. Seems like everyone is playing well under the King's reign.

Lucas made a few mistakes in the first half but he was really good in the second half. He made some interceptions and his passing rate is again ridiculous. He starved Anelka of space, which in turn isolated the front two of Drogba and Torres. Having an extra centre back in the centre closed down any possible space for Drogba and Torres to exploit. With Chelsea playing without width, Liverpool defence stayed solid and wasn't even stretched enough. Reina practically had nothing to do although this is owed to the excellent defending he had the privilege to have in front of him.

Kelly vs Ashley Cole was really interesting. Ashley Cole got owned by a 21-year-old youngster. Hahaha!! I think Martin Kelly is officially my new crush. Fernando who? :p

Okay malas nak tulis dah. Kena kerja sekarang. Tapi cuma ada beberapa ayat je lagi:





Saturday, February 5, 2011

En Route to Stamford Bridge

I've been thinking about this a lot my head is gonna explode.

The scariest thing about Torres joining Chelsea isn't about us losing our best attacker; it's about Torres and Drogba playing together.

Imagine: Drogba is about the most complete striker you'll ever find. Quick, strong, powerfully built, good technique, great in the air. Torres, although his heading ability can only be considered as fair (at least I think so), has many more qualities in his pocket. You can't let him turn with the ball, you'll be left for dead. His burst of acceleration has always been his main asset (although it seems to have reduced following bouts of muscular injuries) and he can score a wide variety of goals from a wide variety of positions. Notice the goals he had scored for Liverpool; I think Benitez was right when he said Torres had never scored the same goals.

With Torres and Drogba up front with Anelka supporting them (he played in this role to excellent effect against Sunderland, so I heard), it will be too much for any defence in the world to handle. It's frightening. Drogba alone has always given us a handful, with that handful sometimes becomes another extra handful that the extra bits brim out of our small cupped palm.

I think Chelsea's midfield will probably have Essien or Mikel at the holding role, and Lampard and Ramires or Malouda for the slightly forward roles. Torres, if he does play, will probably score. It's incredibly fascinating that some of us suddenly think that he's an average striker, perhaps we're still in denial.

As for Liverpool, I don't think that Kenny will deploy the same tactics we used against Stoke. I think 3-5-1-1 worked well against Stoke because Stoke generally play centrally and not on the wings. Against teams that attack through both flanks like Chelsea, our 3-man central defence will be stretched, leaving spaces for their strikers to exploit in the centre. Those strikers, as we well know, will be Drogba, Torres or Anelka, all of them or two of them. Either way, it will be fatal. To avoid the centre backs being drifted apart, wing backs (Kelly and Johnson) will go down and help with the defence, which will reduce the midfield to 3 men. 3-man midfield vs 5 or 4-man midfield, there is no prize for guessing correctly which team will gain more possession in the midfield.

I trust the King. We may not win, but then no one is expecting that we will. And I'm not known for my optimism either. I just hope that the boys will go out there and play like there's no tomorrow. Good luck lads. You know You'll Never Work Alone. :)

Update: Hell I'm so wrong. Haha.
Confirmed team: Reina, Carra, Agger, Skrtel, Kelly, Johnson, Lucas, Gerrard, Maxi, Meireles, Kuyt.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Liverpool, Stoke and Luis Suarez

Last night was a remarkable turn-around from what was happening in the weekend. At least it's football again, not some scandals about a certain former Anfield golden boy.

I woke up five minutes into the game so I didn't know and wasn't expecting the line-up at all. At first it looked like 5-3-2 then it quickly became 3-5-2 or 3-5-1-1 but all three are effectively the same formations of course. I think it was a tactical masterstroke by our own King Kenny. Moral of the story: Never question the King ever again. :p

Having an extra central defender helped us nullify the big and powerful Stoke striking forces. Stoke were comfortable for the first thirty minutes but nearing half time break, Liverpool were the better team. Kelly's cross from the red hand side was meted by Johnson's header in the six-yard box and I don't know how on Earth did Begovic save that one. That was the first of many chances.

Aurelio and Lucas combined well with a little one-two before Lucas passing the ball to Kuyt, who shot straight to Begovic. Agger made a superb run from defence from being tripped over by Salif Diao, former Anfield man who was yellow-carded for the offence. Free-kick was awarded to Liverpool which was taken by our captain. Slight deflection caused the ball to fall into the path of Kyrgiakos, who left it for Meireles' left foot to sort it out. And there's only one outcome to that. 1-0 Liverpool.

There were pure joy and celebration all around Anfield. The team celebrated, looking more united than ever. The whole evening saw a very good team effort. Just before half time, Anfield erupted with applause upon seeing our new boy Luis Suarez warming up on the byline.

Then came the time for substitution. The time everyone was waiting for. Suarez was coming on for Aurelio! Boy we love him even before he entered the pitch! This is the famous Anfield support I remember. Suarez's touches looked nervous at first but as the time went on he grew more comfortable. In fact all of his touches after that were quite good. He showed class, elegance and great skills. He has a delicate touch of an artist with a paintbrush. (Okay stop me, I'm just babbling now).

Kuyt sent Suarez through on his first touch. Suarez timed his run perfectly, rounding Begovic and shot with his left foot. Wilkinson tried to keep it out but his effort could only bounced off the post and crossed the line. Our new number 7 scored on his Anfield debut! I'm happy that the goal is credited to him, after all it was on target and it would do his confidence a world of good!

The pass-and-move, which has always been Liverpool's forte, worked well in the old times before I was born, worked well under Rafa Benitez and now it's working well under Kenny. Rafa Benitez bought the players that would suit his system and he nearly managed to achieve that. Lucas is the glue that brings the passes together. His passing rate from last night's game is 89.2% of completed passes, which is ridiculously good. Meireles seems to relish playing in a more attacking role since Kenny took over. He and Gerrard play well together, interchanging positions. Aurelio was played as a defensive midfielder and he did well there with Lucas. His poor touch almost contributed to a Stoke goal but Carew shot wide though.

Johnson is doing well at left back and Kelly has been amazing at right back. We retain the ball better with the likes of Agger and Lucas bringing the ball out of defence. We attack as a team and we defend as a team. In fact the early chances in the game came from Johnson and Kyrgiakos, our defenders. Suarez and Carroll with Gerrard and Meireles supplying the ball and Kelly and Johnson supporting from both flanks will be unstoppable.

The only way is up.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Fernando Torres : The last post (I promise)

It was Friday, January 28th, 2011. The rumours about Luis Suarez joining Liverpool was getting stronger and stronger by the minute. Excited as I was, drooling over the thoughts that how delicious a Torres-Suarez partnership could be, I stayed logged on to the internet at all times. I kept Tweetdeck on with the highest system volume possible as news travels fast on Twitter.

That evening, suddenly there was a sudden multiple influx of tweets from journalists from different media confirming that Liverpool had a deal with Ajax over the transfer of Luis Suarez. I was overjoyed, as I am sure most of you were too. We had a striker who would complement Torres' style of play, who has great skills and pace, can hold up the ball well in tight areas and equally good at finishing too.

With the sense of euphoria that nothing else could go wrong, I went to bed. We had been hearing about Torres' transfer rumours all the time that we just laughed it off. Everybody went to bed happily, me included.

How wrong we were. How wrong we could be.

I woke up Saturday morning not bothering to switch on my computer and read the news. I took off to work as usual. After finishing work at 1 p.m., I felt uneasy on my stomach so I decided against lunch. I walked to the parking lot, found my scooter, put the key in the ignition, and rode back home. Little did I know what awaited me in the cyber world.

I switched on my computer, walked to the fridge to get some ice cream and opened the official Liverpool website. Torres had submitted a transfer request which was rejected by the club. At that moment, the whole world seemed to have sunken to the deepest pit of the ocean. A dark mist engulfed me, eating away at me until I felt the hollowness inside of me. That's when the funk began.

I barely slept that night, and the following night, and the night after that. I stayed up all night keeping track of the Torres saga. His every movement was being tweeted. Torres just arrived at Melwood. Torres just left Melwood. Torres was in a discussion with the board. Every single thing Torres did was being tweeted. Everyone posted links about him on Facebook. At one point, I got really sick of the whole thing. All I wanted was that the whole thing to be ended as soon as possible.

These past 4 days had been an ultimate emotional torture. In the end I just gave in every hope of us clinging to Torres. He wanted to go. His mind was made up. There was nothing we could do about him. As King Kenny put it succinctly, the most important people at the club are those who want to be here. Let him go. Let this thing end.

Liverpool fans all over the world had mixed feelings about Torres. Some issued emotional pleas for Torres to stay. Some called him Judas. Some called him ungrateful twat. But none of it made any difference. After all, we're just fans, we're just a bunch of pathetic people who used to gape in adoration whenever Torres scored at the Kop end. We're not the one paying his paychecks. We're just a bunch of lame abusing fans who used to bounce uselessly to his name in every game even if he wasn't playing.

So long story short, he left. Off he went. From Red to Blue. Easy as that. Smiling in the photos of him holding the disgusting blue Chelsea shirt, saying he's glad to be at a top-level club. Oh Fernando. Monday, January 31st was the most dramatic day in the history of Liverpool Football Club ever.

So many questions are left unanswered. Why, Fernando, why? Why now? Why Chelsea? Couldn't you have waited till the summer when you can go abroad? Chelsea aren't exactly setting the world alight with their ageing squad. You said you loved us, why didn't you give us a chance to say goodbye? We knew the day would come when you would finally leave us but couldn't you do it with a bit more class like how Alonso did? Alonso submitted the transfer request too and he did it with grace. He gave an interview to the club, acknowledging the club's contributions and thanking the fans for our support. We are very disappointed with you Fernando. The first interview you gave after days of deafening silence is to Chelsea TV. How inappropriate. And why 3 days before the transfer window closed? Why? The questions that would go unanswered for the rest of the eternity.

We loved you, Fernando, perhaps some of us still do. We loved you even before you put on the Red shirt. We loved you the moment that hawk-eye camera captured an image of "You'll never walk alone" inscribed at the inside of your captain's armband while you were at Atletico Madrid. You were already a Kop hero when you first signed. Anfield bounced in utter delight when you scored your first goal, ironically, against Chelsea on your Anfield debut. You were our darling, Fernando.

We loved that you stood up to Terry in that game. We loved that you spooked Vidic and scored at Old Trafford, then you took off celebrating with your right arm held high, your fingers stretched, a reminder to the United fans that we, Liverpool, have won the European Cups 5 times. Those were the good times, Fernando.

We cherished our relationship with you. And like any other relationships, someone might end up cheating on their partner. That's you, Fernando. You told us you loved us two weeks ago, then all of a sudden, out of the BLUE you said you're leaving us and never wanted to talk to us again. We wish we had a clean break-up, Fernando. And like any other broken relationships, we fantasize that you would be miserable in the arms of your new partner and you would come running back to us, begging us to take you back. But after a while, when it finally sinks in, like any other relationships, we wish you all the best for your future and please, pretty please, do not do a Mascherano.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Fernando Torres...again

I know I said that if Torres really wanted to leave, then we should let him. NOT.
I love the way our board fights for our best player, warding off pests with no history like Chelsea.

As much as I am disgusted with Torres' attitude, handing in the transfer request, I say keep him till summer at least. Then if he really wants to leave, sell him abroad. Why would we sell him to our rival? They wouldn't wanna be selling their best player to us, would they? If he sulks, put him in the reserves. Sulk all you want then.

This is going to be really emotional. Fernando, we loved you, even before you put on the Red shirt. We loved you since it was revealed that you have "You'll Never Walk Alone" inscribed underneath your captain's armband while you were still at Atletico. Our love for you even bonded us with Atletico's fans. We truly loved you, Nando. We adored you when you picked up Gerrard's inviting pass at the left hand side, gliding past Tal Ben Haim and scored on your Anfield debut against Chelsea. We loved that you didn't back off and stood firm against Terry when being provoked. We loved that you spooked Vidic and gave the Manchester United fans a reminder of who were the biggest club in England. We loved you, Fernando.

On the hand, maybe selling him is a good idea. He has just over two years left on his contract, so a year from now his value could reduce, and the following year he could even leave for free. This is the time when we can get maximum value for him. Life doesn't end if Torres leaves.

And why bring the question of loyalty again? Loyalty doesn't mean anything. Swapping clubs is not unlike swapping jerseys. Next week you wake up and wear blue instead of red. No biggie, ain't it. I believe compassion is more important. And sense of fulfillment. If he believes that Liverpool are not even close to winning trophies, he would have neither of those 2 feelings.

This is a terrible entry but I'm not bothered to check the spellings and grammatical mistakes and my sentence structure. Maybe I'll do that later. Adios amigos.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

King Kenny

I was just finishing up with Kenny Dalglish's autobiography this afternoon after getting off work. When I was done, I put the book down and took a nap. Wrong thing to do! I woke up a few hours later and checked my Twitter timeline. Turned out my timeline was full with welcoming messages to King Kenny! I was thinking, "What the hell happened??"

Congratulations King Kenny, a man considered to be the greatest ever Liverpool player, the player placed first in the '100 players who shook the Kop' list. This is the man who won three European Cup. This is the man who held Liverpool together through two tragedies; Heysel in 1985 and Hillsborough in 1989.

The Kop's adoration for King Kenny has never gone. Every game, they chant his name. They will never forget that it was Kenny who held Liverpool together during the two tragedies. In fact, the whole Hillsborough chapter is extremely emotional. I'm not ashamed to admit that I managed to shed a few tears reading that chapter.

Eventually, for the sake of his health and his family, he resigned mid-season in 1991. Liverpool were top of the league. Liverpool have also never won the league since. After more than five years managing Liverpool, he went on to manage Blackburn Rovers, turning a second division club into Premier League winners. However, when Rovers chairman at that time, Jack Walkers questioned his judgement about a player he wanted the club to buy, he knew it was time to leave. All these while, all of these 20 years, he has been wanting to come back home. His Liverpool home. He was disappointed when the club appointed Gerrard Houllier to work with Roy Evans. He put up his name for the job when Rafa Benitez left but was told by Broughton and Purslow that they had bigger, long-term plan for him.

So here I thought I'd compile some nice quotes from his autobiography. Hope you enjoy.

  • Being black, John Barnes used to get racial abuses from many people. "In one team meeting at Melwood, I explained a certain tactical shape I wanted by moving figures around a magnetic board. Ten of them were red and one was black. 'That one's you, Barnsey.' Everybody laughed. Digger (Barnes) certainly did."

  • 1985/86 season when he scored what was considered as one of his greatest goal at Stamford Bridge against Chelsea to win the league title in his first season as a player-manager. He was interviewed by TV reporters afterward.
" 'How did you score that?' asked some TV reporter.
'I closed my eyes and hit it.'
'You closed your eyes and hit it?'
'Is there an echo in here?' I laughed and walked off."

  • 1985/86 season. en route to winning the league and FA Cup double in his first season in charge. On the eve of the Cup final game vs Everton at Wembley, he was asked by some reporters about his prediction for the game.
"It will be hot and sunny." he replied.

Before the game, another reporter cornered him.

" 'Mr. Dalglish, people call you monosyllabic.'
'What?' I replied and walked off again."

  • Kelvin MacKenzie, The S*n columnist wrote what was allegedly "THE TRUTH" about Hillsborough. As a result, the people of Liverpool ran amok against the paper, burning the papers in the news stands. MacKenzie called Kenny to ask how to resolve the problem. Kenny's answer was, "See that headline you put in, 'THE TRUTH'? Just have another one, as big: WE LIED, SORRY."

  • Before signing for Liverpool, Kenny once nutmegged Clemence, the Liverpool keeper at the time and scored. When he came to Melwood, the players kept asking him to wind Clemence up about that goal.
" 'Don't worry about that goal, Clem,' I told him. 'You've always been weak between your
legs!' "

  • On Ferguson in 1988: "You'd get more sense out of my two-year old." Brilliant.

To be honest, I don't think it would have done much difference to Liverpool. Getting into top 4 is virtually impossible. I genuinely hope that the appointment of Kenny as a caretaker manager will unite Liverpool and give the players motivation and confidence. Whether our bad results were down to tactics or the players' lack of confidence, I hope it will all soon go away.

Good luck against Manchester United tomorrow, lads. We fans are hoping that you'll play your hearts out. For the Red shirts, for Liverpool, for us, for yourselves. YNWA.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Because I can't stand it anymore. . .

It's hard to be excited about anything these days. I mean, ANYTHING at all.

I'm angry all the time. And I tweet about it almost all the time. And most of the time, my friends think my tweets are crazy and silly and funny.

I'm currently reading Jarhead by Anthony Swofford. I haven't seen the movie but what I've learnt from this book is that soldiers are damaged people. Mentally. Sometimes I feel like I'm mentally damaged too. I did things that I'm not proud of just for the fun of it or just for the sake of trying. To the heck with it.

So I got stung by a bee today. That little prick got underneath my white coat and stung me when I was taking my coat off during lunch break. Since I was admitted to the hospital before because of a wasp sting (the doctor said it was absolutely necessary to admit me), I thought I should go to the hospital.

So to the hospital I went. My friend told me to go straight to the casualty. To the casualty I went. They asked me what happened, I told them, even showed them the little twat that bit me. They took my medical history. Since I had history of childhood asthma and sometimes exercise-induced asthma particularly during winter, they told me that I should get treatment for it. They told me I needed to go to the medicine outpatient department and get a prescription from there.

I mean, WHAT THE HELL. They were only gonna prescribe me some steroid and anti-histamine, I can prescribe myself with those. I only needed someone to inject me with those because I'm a crybaby and I don't have the gut to inject myself.

But I went to medicine anyway. Had to wait for half an hour to get the card done. Yes, only the card. Took another 15 minutes before I could see the doctor. And I was the first in line. Wonder what happened to the patients who are morbidly sick on a busy day.

A nurse took my card and told me to sit. I sat on the bench outside the doctor's office. 15 minutes later, she called my name and asked me to remove my sandals before going inside. I peeked into the office and I saw that the doctors were wearing their shoes so I decided to ignore the nurse and went inside with my shoes on.

The doctor, Dr. Vijay Somannavar (I will remember you till the day I die), told me to sit on the stool. The stool was 4 feet away from where he was sitting. He asked me what my problem was. I told him, "Sir, I got stung by a bee". He didn't understand this. I repeated the same sentence three times. Then I rephrased, "A bee stung me" and "a bee bit me". They didn't seem to know what a bee was. I said, "a bee, you know, an insect that stings people?". Finally they understood. One of them said, "It has biting you?" What the hell. And I thought my English was terrible enough.

He wrote my chief complaint as "history of insect bite half an hour ago". He made it sound like I freaked out and went to see a doctor because I got bitten by a mosquito. For fuck's sake. I got bitten by a bee. I could have gotten anaphylaxis and DIED. (Anaphylaxis is a severe,sudden or delayed allergic reaction that can kill you, by the way.)

The other doctor took my blood pressure, pulse rate and measured my weight. Then he told me to get an injection and take some medicine.

Dr. V: Go to Casualty and take this injection, one Avil injection, then take this tablet once daily for five days. After you got the injection you come here.

Me: Sir, what injection and tablet are you prescribing? Are those anti-histamine?

Dr. V: Yes, it's anti-histamine. Now do you wanna talk or do you wanna hear me talk? If you wanna talk then fine with me, otherwise you shut your mouth and listen to me talk.

WTF is your problem? Do I have no rights to know what are you prescribing me? It's not like I asked you where did you get you tight-ass hookers from. I'd just like to be informed about my treatment.

This place is brimming with that type of people. Those who think that they are so superior than the others, those who think that other people are the vermin, the scum of the earth. Is that why you positioned the stool for the patient to sit on 4 feet away from where you were sitting? You're disgusted with the poor, dirty patients coming to seek your medical assistance that you don't even want to touch them thinking that they're the scum, low-life bastards who don't deserve a place on this Earth? Well, guess what, this world does not need people like you.

I hate doctors like that. I hate doctors and medical students who wear their stethoscopes around their necks like a dog collar all the time, even when they shit. I hate doctors who never miss to write a Dr. prefix to their names every time and everywhere even when checking in to the hotel rooms or booking bus tickets or filling in a magazine subscription form. I don't even know why is that even necessary.

I understand, you worked hard to get that title, hell I know how hard you worked to get the title. But for me, being a doctor means something more. Something much more. To put it simply, it means that YOU HAVE TO HELP PEOPLE. Not boasting around that you are a doctor. You're not GOD. You may be able to perform a complicated triple by-pass heart surgery and save the patient's life but you're not GOD. You may be able to amputate a gangrenous limb and do a beautiful job which may save the patient's life, but then BAM! Fat embolism from the bone marrow of the amputated limb gets into the circulation, gets lodged in the heart, the patient dies, because you are not GOD. I hope these people don't taint the noble profession by their atrocious conduct. But then again, this is India. People are poor and uneducated and let themselves to be treated like that. So all I can do is bitch about it in this blog. Selemah-lemah iman. Cuma mampu membenci dalam diam.