Kok Blok Dojo

Ugh, I wanted to write a proper post tonight but I simply couldn't do it. Something nasty got me. I woke up this morning with a deadly case of sore throat which I guess I must have picked up from one of those snivelling brats in the paediatric ward the day before. Kishan shone a pen-torch down my gob and he told me that my tonsils were positively raging. By this evening, the infection had gone all systemic on me and escalated into a full blown upper respiratory tract killer - tender sinuses, teeth-ache (from my sinuses, I suppose), fever, a nose that runs like Watson Nyambek, and an evil grandmother bitch of a headache. Leaking from your nostrils is called rhinorrhoea by the way, and I'm only telling you that because I want to make my blog more educational.

On the bright side, the sore throat's gone, thanks to my own ministration of hot ginger tea (ahhh...) and Coca-Cola. I know it's irrational but I always take Coke for sore throats. I figured that something potent enough to wash toilet bowls can certainly take on a few puny bacteria. If nothing else, it tastes awesome.

What really bugs me is that I've taken ill at a most inconvenient time. I have a ball ticket to design, 10 Obstetric case sheets to copy write by Friday, and an end posting-examination on that same day.

I wish Phoebe is here to nurse me back to health.

Anyway, I was going through my blog's stats today from the computer at the nurse's station outside the antenatal ward (that's where they put mothers who are about to deliver) and I realised that most of my visitors come from Google using the keywords; kok blok. I ran the same search and I found that aside from my blog, there are a whole bunch of links leading to miscellaneous websites featuring a "Kok Blok Dojo" t-shirt. Intrigued, I clicked on one of them and I saw these,

The tagline which accompanied this shirt is "I got my black belt at the Kok Blok Dojo and now all my buddies want to kick my ass! whats the deal!?"

Yeah, I'm fully aware of my blog name's unfortunate connotations but I assure you that I have never partook in the effort of blocking anyone's cock. Far from that, actually. But hey, if you ever need to get a birthday present for your girlfriend's interfering cock-blocking best friend, you can always order one from the Crack Smoking Shirts website. [The remainder of this paragraph has been ixnayed by the author due to a sudden attack of conscience, and also because his headache is better now and he feels less mean]

Edit: Yesterday night was the worst night. My illness peaked at about 3.00 am with the inclusion of symptoms like pain all over my face and a throbbing ache in my left shoulder. Once again, I triumphed over some stupid disease. I haven't taken any medication or seen any doctor for years now. What doesn't kill me makes me cockier.



P.S. Can someone tell me what the chinese words say? My fever and headache took away my chinese reading skillz.