Skidzophrenic

2006-06-17T21:45:00.000-07:00

When Harry met Sally

No, I didn't die.
(At least not yet, from the tremendous amount of work to do everyday as a medical HO.)
No, I am not super hardworking nor want to suck up to my boss.
No, I didn't go for a holiday.
No, I am still quite interested in writing.

It's just that...

Something nice happened...

So I am not going to write for a while.

You guys take care. Thanks for the support all this while. =)

2006-05-19T13:00:00.000-07:00

Song of the Moment

Breakfast at Tiffany's - Deep Blue Something

VERSE 1
You say that we've got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart
You'll say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us
But I know you just don't care

CHORUS:
And I said what about "Breakfast at Tiffany's?
She said, "I think I remember the film,
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it."
And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got."

VERSE 2
I see you - the only one who knew me
And now your eyes see through me
I guess I was wrong
So what now? It's plain to see we're over,
And I hate when things are over -
When so much is left undone

CHORUS
VERSE 1

2006-05-16T19:00:00.000-07:00

Song of the Moment

Together in Electric Dream - Human League

I only knew you for a while
I never saw your smile
'til it was time to go
Time to go away (time to go away)
Sometimes it's hard to recognise
Love comes as a surprise
And it's too late
It's just too late to stay
Too late to stay

We'll always be together
However far it seems (love never ends)
We'll always be together
Together in electric dreams

Because the friendship that you gave
Has taught me to be brave
No matter where I go I'll never find a better prize (find a better prize)
Though you're miles and miles away
I see you every day I don't have to try
I just close my eyes, I close my eyes

We'll always be together
However far it seems (love never ends)
We'll always be together
Together in electric dreams

2006-05-14T12:00:00.000-07:00

Mothers of the World Unite!

*reused from my mass mail last year. It's always the thought that counts. ;)

Disclaimer: The following passage is based entirely on
the writer's views. All references to "mother", "mom",
"mum", "mummy" or any variation of the sort of the
person who gave birth to you are made in general. Any
similarities or discrepancies when compared to your
own mother are totally accidental, coincidental or
circumstantial (choose one). If offence were to be
taken in any way, please call 1800-go-shoot-yourself
to lodge a complaint.

Dearest friends,

Yes, it's that time of the year when we all pay
tribute to our moms. For her relentless efforts to
raise naughty kids like me and probably better kids
like some of you out there. I know Mother's Day these
days feel a little commercialised. Jumbo cards with
big big heart designs flowing out of them, bouquets of
super-hybrid I-love-mama flowers and restaurants
offering Mother's Day family meals for exorbitant
prices. We love our moms every day of the year, it's
just that this day we decide to be more outwardly in
our expression of love for this one and only sacred
female.

Mothers are bringers of life, angels in disguise and
almost all of them, tremendously great cooks. Mothers
would gather on the streets to rally for a cause like
"Stop the war. Bring our children home" or "More money
for education of our future generations" and this
never fail to bring tears to my eyes.

Depending on the type of mom you have, her sewing
needle/chopping knife/bamboo cane is probably more
powerful than one of Kim's nuclear babies. Mothers
shape the destiny of Mankind.

If life were a stage, mothers would be the prop
designers, stagehands, costume makers, lighting
experts, supporting actresses, food caterers,
part-time scriptwriters, part-time directors and the
only audience who applauds the loudest all the time.

To Mothers of the World. A very very happy day!

2006-05-11T21:15:00.000-07:00

A little bit of everything

I realized something.

I am a rather insecure person. I don't like sharing my deepest thoughts with people, especially not with strangers who happen to bump into my blog. It makes me feel vulnerable. Like a total idiot many a times. But the contradicting part is... I seek for someone to understand what I am going through. A connection. So in this thin line of tell-and-not-tell, I balance myself in blogging.

Anyways, I am not writing as much as I used to since starting work. Defeating the main purpose of this blog - which is to briefly note down in black and white my life, as far as possible. And of course, to vent my frustrations whenever the need arises.

So, let me tell you a bit about hospital life.

It is hectic.

It can be heart-warming. When patients get better and come thank you personally and bid goodbye.

It can be enriching. When the specialist teaches something new and useful.

It can be maddening. When your senior has a bad day, and decides that you should be passed some of the foul mood.

It can be really sad. When the fat fat sumo auntie whom you drew blood every morning, who always complained of pain due to the needle stick, who was always sleeping except for meal times, who ate 3 persons' share of food, and still complained that the nurses were not feeding her, who refused physiotherapy, not even wanting to lift a finger! Claiming the therapists were torturing her... An auntie with whom you built such a rapport over the days she spent in hospital. And suddenly she developed a very severe infection one day and passed away... Life can be really abrupt in the hospital.

At times, it could be as dramatic as E.R. A pregnant lady with bronchial asthma due for discharge suddenly developed an acute attack. Turned breathless, blue, and passing out. Needed to be intubated (passed a tube into the air passage) and put on a machine to breathe. She recovered shortly after a few days of ICU care, and she and her baby are fine now.

There are many stories I can share... But sometimes, I just wish to forget. Especially those unhappy incidents, just chuck them in a corner of my mind. And move on.

So this is it. Think I have written a lengthful this time. Will tell you more about my life outside the hospital next time. Stay tuned.

2006-05-09T20:15:00.000-07:00

Hit Points: 1/100 (healing)
Chakra: 0/100 (recovering)

Mood: Not too bad. Post-call. Yeah!! And next call is only on Friday.

Tummy: Satisfied. Just had dinner.

Status: Showered. Going to prop feet up. And watch TV.

Song: Inner Smile - Texas.

Cravings: Movies - Cars, X-Men 3, Superman...

Looking forward to: World Cup 2006.

2006-05-09T19:40:00.000-07:00

A police woman

Caught a man drunk driving.

She made him pull over his car by the roadside and said to him,

"Sir, it is illegal for you to drink and drive. You have the right to remain silent. What you say at this point of time can or will be held against you..."

The man promptly replied, "Boobies!"

Wahahahahaha...!

2006-05-07T21:15:00.000-07:00

Slow and Steady

Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.

They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.

It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.

They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.

How Do People See You?

Cautious, yes. Painstaking and fussy? Come on, am I? I am such a laid-back, chilled-out guy, right?

Slow and steady... maybe half the time. But I do have my spurs of the moment. Impulsive? Hmm. Depends on the subject matter. If it is with regards to buying manga or anime dvd... then sorry, I am REALLY impulsive.

Overall, think I still need to be a little more fast and furious. Zrooommbrooom... >=)

2006-05-05T20:00:00.000-07:00

At the moment...

Mood: Happy. It's the weekends!!

Song: Geek in the Pink - Jason Mraz

Cravings: Zzz... Some good food.... A good movie?

Important task: To call Ooi in L.A. to wish him a very Happy Birthday tomorrow!!

Yo, normadic lion bro! In case you still visit my blog, hope you have a great Birthday! How are the plans of hooking up with a chio ABC?? Old liao man, you and I. Time to take over a pride. Heehee...

2006-05-03T21:45:00.000-07:00

Hmm...

7/10. Didn't particularly strike me as great.

But what does one expect from a shoot-them-all-up spy action movie?

Maybe I was a little sleepy post-call.

The female lead is hot though. Why aren't the nurses in my hospital like that?

2006-05-01T19:00:00.000-07:00

There are...

some days when I feel so utterly bashed.

So so tired that I can only focus my residual energy on just breathing.

This is one of those days...

2006-04-28T20:25:00.000-07:00

What to do when...

Your food starts to walk away during a meal?

1) Don't panic.

2) Ignore. You might still be hung over from last night's party and having a hallucination at the moment.

3) Ignore. The dictum goes, if you love someone, let him go. If he is meant to be yours, he will come back.

4) If you are a Jedi Knight, you might want to mind control your food back to its rightful place on your plate. Or, simply move it back by telekinesis.

5) If you are not a Jedi Knight, just turn it around manually. Usually it is not smart enough to notice the difference.

6) Ask the chef for some more chloroform.

7) Sue the restuarant for over-freshness of its dishes. For crying loud, it is still alive crawling! Ask for the phone number of the cute waiter/waitress as compensation.

8) Check if there is a trail of Tulugugu carnivorous ants surrounding the runaway delicacy. If there is, SURRENDER it peacefully. And check if you are not being transported away by the ants as well.

9) Invert a wine glass and put it over the absconder. It might pass out in the next 30 minutes. Just in time to have it with dessert.

10) If all fail, try the Food Exorcism Ultimato.

Here is how you execute it:

First, pour tomato ketchup all over the evasive chow.
Then, use a mallet and smash it into bits.
Next, drench it with Vodka 70%.
And lastly, set it on fire.

Usually, this would solve your food fugitive problem.

Have a pleasant day! Cheers! =)

2006-04-25T21:30:00.000-07:00

My Lucky Underwear is Yellow

You're an extremely happy, laid back, fun soul. And your lucky yellow underwear can help you get even more out of life.
In life, you rather play than work. You're apt to quit any task that doesn't nourish your creativity and inner child.

Sometimes your drive for freedom hinders your quality of life. You find it impossible to do anything unpleasant.
If you want to have responsibilities and still have fun, put on your yellow underpants. They'll help you make a party out of the most mundane tasks.

Now I know what's the PROBLEM! I don't have YELLOW underwear.

No wonder I'm feeling not so up these days. Actually all I really need is an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini?? Wahahahaha....

What Color Is Your Lucky Underwear?

2006-04-25T21:00:00.000-07:00

Damn.

And I thought it's just me.

Gimme Morpheus with the Red Pill.

I will take it any day.

Hmm... On second thought.

Actually, not that interested in a bald black dude who gets way too philosopical sometimes.

Just gimme the woman in the Red Dress.

2006-04-24T22:30:00.000-07:00

And I am not even concentrating.

Sigh. My talents are wasted.

Anyone up to the challenge? Beat 14.

2006-04-22T18:00:00.000-07:00

In reality

It did happen to me and my bro once. Not by internet, but by phone. Mum called us from her bedroom upstairs using another phone. Because we were gaming in the closed a/c room downstairs till 4am in the morning, where her constant yellings for us to go to bed were inaudible and conveniently ignored.

The conversation went like this.

ws: "Hello?"

Mum: *In a I'm-so-gonna-kill-u-guys voice* "Go to bed."

ws: "Oh." *click down the phone*

ws: "How (my bro), mum phoned us to go to bed..."

How: "Eh? She's good."

ws: "Yah, she's our mum."

2006-04-20T19:30:00.000-07:00

Welcome to the world of broad band internet!!!

Which stone age era have I been staying in before this?? Goodbye 56K dial-up!

Now, my fingers can hardly keep up with the speed of the loading pages. Go go go! Woohoo!

Thanks, Dad!

2006-04-18T20:15:00.000-07:00

"... you'll never make it with girls if you stay out of school

Jane's & Mike's
English Language School"

Muahahahaha... What an ad!

2006-04-16T20:50:00.000-07:00

Just Coffee

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor.

Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups: porcelain, plastic, glass, some plain-looking and some expensive and exquisite, telling them to help themselves to hot coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the lecturer said, "If you noticed, all the nice-looking, expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the better cups and are eyeing each other's cups.

Now, if Life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, but the quality of Life doesn't change.

Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it."

(Extracted from let's drink to that and the passing time. Thanks, Huiwen!)

2006-04-14T22:55:00.000-07:00

If all fail in an exam...

Despite having studied like mad, tried cheating 1000 ways (including bribing/seducing the invigilator), and wearing your lucky rocketship underwear...

And you still can't answer the question.

Do something creative. Life is as easy as you make it. =)

2006-04-14T22:30:00.000-07:00

(Just in case the font is too small for you in the pic.)

It says...

"People born on this day are unique and inspiring. You have a particular intelligence that is quite astounding. It is not a normal intellect that you possess but an uncanny ability to read people and situations that make you wise and profound.

Dance, healing, music and the arts are just some of the activities where you can excel..."

Nothing cheers me up like being sucked up to, once in a while. Only the dancing bit remains a little dubious.

What's your colour sign? Visit Colorstrology.

2006-04-09T21:25:00.000-07:00

Uzumaki Naruto: "I will be the strongest and the next Hokage. Everyone will recognise me!!"

I am inspired. Oosh!!

2006-04-09T21:15:00.000-07:00

Be a baby with an attitude!

2006-04-06T19:00:00.000-07:00

Way overdue

4 days no computer/internet. Think I'm getting used to not having one of life's luxuries and definitely one of my favourite past-times - surfing the internet and gaming. Oh well. You can't win everything in life.

A very belated birthday to my sis, Ling. Sorry, dear. Meant to call you on your birthday, but somehow fatigue and sleep just set in. I was on-call that day. Just gotten a breather today. Hope you had a marvellous birthday! Will try to call you tonight to catch up on your recent happenings.

And a note of apology to my friends who I used to hang out with, either to have tea/meals/dota/or just do nothing at all. Really miss you guys. Hope, no, I believe, we would have the chance to do the same again soon. Once I get used to the working hours and the ways to "escape" work legally.

Work: Getting faster with blood collection and IV cannulation. But still there are times when I just can't get a vein. ABG - femoral has the highest success rate for me. Radial/brachial maybe ~20% success rate. Clerking cases is getting a little faster too. Other procedures still weak eg. CVL and PD. Need to read lots. Able to follow rounds better. Can do with less sleep these days while still being alert. Nevertheless, still think life is a little harsh for housemen.

Hoping for a better tomorrow. As always.

Signing off... to a relaxing warm waterbath and some soothing music.

2006-04-02T21:30:00.000-07:00

Ongky.com

Stole the random picture idea from ongky's webpage, The Life Of A Dork.

Think it's so cool to have a new pic to surprise me everytime I load my page.

Thanks, Ongky!

2006-04-01T22:10:00.000-08:00

8 Below

Wow. Impressed. With almost everything the movie has to offer.

If ever I have a dog, it would have to be smart. And I would call it "Maya".

2006-04-01T13:00:00.000-08:00

Happy April Fool's Day!

Got tricked by anyone today? Or are you the big prankster yourself?

Check out the ad from Toyogo Buckets above. Apparently they are trying to say their plastic buckets are very sturdy. Can be used as armour in war.

Bucketman 1 : M-1 Abraham Tank 0

In terms of Charlie Chaplin funniness, of course.

Go, Taliban!!

2006-03-30T21:00:00.000-08:00

Song of the Moment

You're Beautiful - James Blunt

My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yes, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
flying high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth, I will never be with you.

2006-03-30T20:50:00.000-08:00

Battle Royale

Joy.

I have alternate day on-calls from next week onwards. Meaning I work 36 hrs at a stretch before getting a 12 hr break (Most of it goes to sleep, of course). And the cycle goes on and on and on... Thinking about it gives me a headache.

Inhuman. Inhumane. Whatever.

Time to go to bed. And it's barely nine.

2006-03-27T20:00:00.000-08:00

Moooooo!

(With regard to marriage, especially to a woman over 30...)

For those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?"

Here's what the women have to say, "It's definitely not worth marrying an entire Pig, just to get a little sausage."

Ouch.

(Extracted from Shirley's email. Thanks!)

2006-03-26T17:50:00.000-08:00

Life is beautiful

If you think you are having a tough job, here's me for consolation.

I work from 7 am to 6 pm everyday. With the exception of Saturdays and Sundays where work ends at 1-2 pm. Provided I am not on-call. On-calls mean I have to work 24 hours that day, without a break or a half-day off the next day. And usually on-calls happen 2 or more times a week.

Welcome to life (or rather, no-life) as a house officer in J.B. (I am sure the rest of Malaysia is also quite similar.)

My boss demands quality patient care. Is kind to a certain extent, but can easily flip and destroy me like a dodo if I still remain blur. It's the first week of my first posting in J.B. and the grace period, I believe, is growing short. I still have lots more to learn, like setting up central venous lines, peritoneal dialysis, chest tubes etc. And the management of many medical emergencies. Which is very different when the patient is dying right in front of you, and decisions have to be made chop-chop. It's not like sitting there during an exam thinking of what to write as an answer.

Lunch-breaks are officially 1 hour long. But we house officers hardly get 15 minutes before the nurses start paging us. To take blood, set up drips, prescribe medicine, see patient who just collapsed, had a cardiac arrest, threw a fit, jumped out the window...

(Sorry if I am whining a little here. Skidz is really the place I can vent and feel better after that.)

What I really need these days is SLEEP. I also need to read more, spend more time with family and friends. Do some exercise. Listen to great music and play my games.

In short, I need a life.

If I have a 2nd chance, knowing the full implications of becoming a doctor - the education fee, the hard work as a med student, the sacrifices, the endless exams, and more hard work after graduation, would I still choose to be a doctor?

Probably not.

But that's just me. Wait till I earn my big bucks, marry a hot wife, and go for holidays in Hawaii and places worldwide. Then I will start thanking God for everything.

I am so gonna get killed by my dreams, ain't I?

2006-03-24T21:10:00.000-08:00

What is accuracy?

If you are an ace sniper...

... it is the ability to shoot off the left nut of a squirrel at five hundred meters away.

Mr Fluffy-only-one-big-ball-now has to live, of course.

2006-03-23T21:50:00.000-08:00

Song of the moment

Runaway train - Soul Asylum

Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a blowtorch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning

So tired that I couldn't even sleep
So many secrets I couldn't keep
I promised myself I wouldn't weep
One more promise I couldn't keep

It seems no one can help me now,
I'm in too deep; there's no way out
This time I have really led myself astray

Runaway train, never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there

Can you help me remember how to smile?
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded?
Life's mystery seems so faded

I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am just a-drownin' in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train

And everything seems cut and dried,
Day and night, earth and sky,
Somehow I just don't believe it

Runaway train, never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there

Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughing at the rain
A little out of touch, a little insane
It's just easier than dealing with the pain

Runaway train, never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there

Runaway train, never coming back
Runaway train, tearing up the track
Runaway train, burning in my veins
I run away but it always seems the same

2006-03-21T19:50:00.000-08:00

If only I was as smart in kindergarden...

2006-03-19T21:40:00.000-08:00

Simply Violet

Let's not talk about work.

Let's talk about the latest movie I just watched: UltraViolet

1) The Story

Adapted from a comic book?, weak plot about a war between humans and guess what, vampires, again. What's with sharp fangs, pale complexion and deadly viruses these days? -1 point.
About a pretty girl, kicking ass and blazing guns, protecting a child and fighting against the rest of the world. +1 point.
Starring Milla Jovovich, who also starred in The Fifth Element and Resident Evil, voted "Most Beautiful Person in the Universe", doing all of the above. +20 points.

2) The Hair/Costumes/Shades

Violet hair seems a little too chic for me. -1 point.
The hair only changes from black to violet and vice versa. But the tight-fitting, abdomen-revealing costumes, keeps changing colour like a chameleon. Cool! Shades in the movie are also awesome! +1 point.
Milla Jovovich doing all of the above. +20 points.

3) The Tech

Gravity-defying bikes. Hmm. -1 point.
Wrist-nano-replicators which can make weapons like swords and guns in an instant. Futuristic paper-thin mobile phones. +1 point.
Milla Jovovich loading her guns from her wrist devices without even having to twitch a muscle. +20 points.

4) The Moves

There's a helicopter/bike chase scene, bullet-dodging scenes, unarmed girl kicking the shits out of security guards scene, and hell alot of sword-fight scenes. Hey, wait a minute, am I watching The Matrix again? -1 point.
Take it as all the Matrix moves combined into one movie. +1 point.
And Milla Jovovich is doing it all. +20 points.

5) The Maternal Instinct

Seems to make the heroine a little softer. -1 point.
But she shows her caring, sensitive and selfless side. +1 point.
Simply Milla Jovovich. Need I say anything more? +20 points.

Final score for the movie: 100/100.

2006-03-14T12:00:00.000-08:00

For the twenty-sixth time...

I close my eyes. In my mind, this time, I wish for...

"She breathes deeply before diving to rescue you... She's done of the essence of the married clouds and sky, she's so soft, so quick you cannot even see her. You only smell a strange, beautiful perfume while you're wondering "wow, I'm alive".

Courtesy of Exile Designs by Corinne Stoppelli.

2006-03-12T16:00:00.000-08:00

Yoga instructress

A.k.a the Torture Mistress.

All she needs now are just a whip, tights, and thongs. All black and leather. Then she's set. She can make you sweat, moan, groan, hurt like hell, and come begging for more. Don't believe me? Come join her class one day.

TM: "Ok! You fat lazy people, do the feet touching your head from behind now!"

Students: *Moan. Groan. Some auntie passed out.*

ws: "Cheecher, I think I broke something. Heard something cracked..."

TM: *fire spurting from devilishly sexy eyes* "Where?!"

ws: *gulp* "My right thigh..." *whimper whimper*

TM: *evil grin* "You are too rigid!" *Goes on to punch my right thigh with elephant force*

ws: *starts foaming from mouth*

TM: "Just relax. Let loose all the muscles in your body." *gives an angelic smile*

ws: *Heart starts melting, even though right thigh has been mortally deformed*

TM: "Relax your shoulders!"

ws: "Okay..." *Tries very hard to impress, but ended in a heap of limbs on the mat*

TM: "I am asking you to relax your shoulders. Not become a cripple!"

ws: O_o

2006-03-11T00:15:00.000-08:00

Big Foot in J.B.!!

Credit goes to my cousin, CK, for telling me about this news article.

Come on. Give me a break! Having born and lived my whole life in J.B., I have never seen or heard about some Big Feet hiding anywhere. The footprint is 45.5 cm by 36 cm! How big do you think Mr Big will get? King Kong Junior would make more sense.

Conclusion. It is a hoax. Or a bear with a badly swollen foot. Get over it, you guys! Paranormal investigators, my foot.

View article.

2006-03-10T00:00:00.000-08:00

I so love America. Hollywood. Statue of Liberty. McDonalds. Microsoft. Fucked up Bush administration. Baywatch. Homeland Security Act.

As long as it is not invading my country.

2006-03-09T17:00:00.000-08:00

Women and Support

A friend was asking about support groups for tea.

I don't know anything about that. But it struck me that women like support a lot. They handle things (usually) by collaborative efforts among their women kind. Female friends helping one another. Talking things through. Going shopping together. Gossiping till late-night. That sort of sisterly love. Which is good. A peaceful, but boring way of solving problems. As a man, I see totally no sense in it. No nail-crawling, hair-pulling, and boob-pinching catfights? Yawn.

Anyways, I can't help but always have a mental image of a wonderbra whenever women and support are mentioned in the same instance. It's like a sort of Parlov reflex. Blame my genes and today's excellent marketing methods of lingerie companies.

"A good friend is like a bra. He gives you great support!" Let us all now work towards this noble cause. For bigger, better, support for feminity.

2006-03-08T22:20:00.000-08:00

Song of the moment

Bad Day - Daniel Powter

Where is the moment we need at the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces everytime
And I don't need no carryin' on

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

(Rest of the lyrics...)

2006-03-08T11:50:00.000-08:00

Blink

Woke up contemplating in bed today.

It doesn't happen usually. Usually, the first 10 minutes of waking up is a blur of bumping to the bathroom, washing my face haphazardly, and stumbling around the kitchen looking for something nice to put in the mouth. And usually that something comes in the form of a cup of good strong tea. Then my mind starts revving up, when that caffiene kicks in. It feels like being hit on the head by a gold brick wrapped in a cloth when that happens. Breathing gets a little more forceful. Pupils dilate. And the wriggly words on today's papers start to take shape and make sense. Then, I know I am truly awake.

This time it's different. Felt like someone has booted me up like a computer. I just opened my eyes. Blinked a few times. And I just lied there, random thoughts flashing in my mind, wide awake. It's a funny feeling. Maybe I was already at a more conscious level of the sleep cycle when my mind decided to switch off the slumber machine.

So I stared at the ceiling. For a while. Can't remember much of anything I was thinking about then. Until my tummy started rumbling. Then, reluctantly, I crawled out of bed and started my day. Skipped tea today.

Maybe that's the problem.

2006-03-07T19:30:00.000-08:00

Yeah!!

Feels great to become the Emperor of ancient China and unifying the land!

Now, if only life is as easy as gaming...

2006-03-06T13:30:00.000-08:00

Dear Skidz,

Finally got a job at the General Hospital in J.B.

Starting work on the 16th of this month. Ides of March? Isn't that when the moon was full and Julius Caesar got brutally murdered? Damn auspicious. Anyways, not feeling particularly ecstatic, probably because it is not going to be a walk in the park. Serving as a house/medical officer for the government is much deemed as outright slavery. But at least I am going somewhere. Shackle my legs and make me row the galleon to paradise, me matey!

Woke up pretty early today at 8am (11am is the pretty much the norm these days) to watch the live telecast of the Oscars. Dozed off in the middle, think it was during sound effects award or something. Crash won the best picture. Have not seen any of the nominated films. Maybe I should start watching those movies which have a deeper meaning in them - those with less crashing cars, explosions, bullets, voluptuous women... God, shoot me, I must be crazy to even think about that. I am a simple man. Nothing too complex please!!

Trying to read med these days. Trying, trying desperately. 10 days to end of total freedom. Late sleep-ins. And endless gaming. Sigh, time to move on.

Yours,
ws

2006-03-05T13:30:00.000-08:00

Funny names

Queen Amidala is also called Padme, I just found out in Starwars: Revenge of the Sith.

The movie is good, no doubt, so are the other episodes. Just that the name is rather unconventional. And the names of many other characters in Starwars for that matter.

Other names that struck me as funny/unconventional:

Count Dooku - Sounds awfully like a fruit.

Palpatine - Can't put a finger to it sort of a strange name, isn't it?

General Grievous - Hoohoo, real intimidating.

Chewbacca - Nice name for a candy bar.

Obi-wan Kenobi - The epitome of coolness.

Jabba the Hutt - From the sound of it, you know he's no Prince Charming.

Jar Jar Binks - I suspect Lucas doesn't like this character very much.

Yoda - Very religious sort of feel to the name. Or maybe I am a little biased.

2006-03-04T14:40:00.000-08:00

At the newstand...

ws: *search search* *scratch head* "wtf, so many female bimbo mags?!" *grumble grumble*

Boss: "What you want?"

ws: "You have TIME? Or Newsweek?"

Boss: "No..."

ws: "Don't think you would. Thanks then." *leaving*

Boss: "Wait, you want girl magazine? Very good one!"

ws: "No, thanks. I have an entire dvd collection of porn at home."

Boss: ...

ws: *spots a Reader's Digest* "How much is this?"

Boss: "RM 15."

ws: "Wah so expensive?! I buy in India for RM 3 only!"

Boss: "This kind of book not many people buy."

ws: "How much is that girl magazine again?"

Boss: "RM 12 only. Cheaper. And very sexy. You sure like!"

ws: ...

2006-03-02T15:10:00.000-08:00

Definition of a boob

Someone made me do this.

Ok. Let's start this simply. Boob. noun. That chest part of a female body. Also called the mammary gland. Which produces milk for the infant after pregnancy and delivery.

A boob comes in twos, and are called boobies. They should be round, firm, bouncy, and preferably big (appropriately) with a cup size of C or better.

Boobies equal heaven. Ask a baby. Or any real man.

A boob is not a boob if it does not have a cute cherry of a nipple and a cleavage to die for. And no, no rotting flesh, puckered skin, oozing blood, funny lumps... are allowed.

And can you believe there are that many synonyms for boob?

2006-03-01T21:15:00.000-08:00

Melting...

Maybe I haven't experienced the scorching summer of India for some time.

Today in J.B. and about, the weather was a whooping 34 degrees celsius! according to the radio. But hell, I felt it was much worse than that. I even wanted to try cook an egg on my forehead just to prove my point (My house ran out of eggs and besides, do you think I'm really nuts?)

So, I'm going to hop into the tub to soak in a while, after I'm done with this. 3rd bath of the day. Don't make me break my record of taking a maximum of 3 baths in a day.

And God, please rain.

2006-03-01T13:15:00.000-08:00

First blood! (+200 gold)

Just for the record.

Pudge Burger is invented by Ooi and me. On our normadic lion road trip, we came up with some fantastic ideas on how to cash in on the DotA (pronounced dot-tah) phenomenon. And one of those is the Pudge Burger.

Why it will own. First of all, it is named after this DotA hero called Pudge the Butcher (his mug shots above). An ugly, super-fat, rotting brute who wobbles around carrying a meat-hook and a cleaver, and always says "Fressh meeeat..." He is one of the most powerful, especially late in the game. And his ultimate skill called "Dismember", which is basically to devour the victim alive, strikes an unspeakable fear in the heart of many who play DotA.

Why a burger. Apart from the fact that gamers use their fingers and mind extensively during play, and their body metabolises energy at tremendous rates, it is also difficult to find food late at night gaming at cybercafes. Forget chips and soft-drink. Why not come up with a healthy burger snack?

And thus the Pudge Burger was born. Sandwiched between two soft burger buns, one will find a succulent piece of finely-grilled meat covered with tasty green BBQ sauce (Pudge is always oozing green goo, that's why). And to complete the final product, a miniature meat-hook shaped toothpick, goes through and fixes the burger. Now how cool it that?

So while you are busy trying to "push" down your opponent's base, grab a bite of the Pudge Burger and get an instant revival of strength and spirit. It gives that extra edge to becoming the ultimate dominator!

Ooi and I also thought about which cool drink should go with the Pudge Burger. Sapphire water, which is blue and regenerates health in the game, will be a fresh multi-vitamin energy drink in real-life. Something like Gatorade. Lesser clarity potion, which is greenish and regenerates mana in the game, will be like RedBull. Contains limited caffiene for that extra bit of concentration during a late-night game.

With the theme of DotA in mind, we also came up with the usual toy figurines, toy swords, soft-toys, pencil-sharpeners, T-shirts, water tumblers... (we were on a row, you see). And we both think it is a possible exploitable market.

But alas, we are great thinkers. Not seasoned businessmen. So we left it at that. If one day, Pudge Burger does appear in the world, you'll know why and who its crazy inventors are.

2006-03-01T11:25:00.000-08:00

Yoga

My back still hurts like hell.

Thanks to Dad signing both of us up for yoga lessons.

I've spent 5 years in India, the birth place of yoga. If I had the slightest interest in the profound art, I'd have been a yoga master by now. But nope, yoga's just not my thing. Contort my limbs and body into various improbable postures and breathe in a certain yogic rhythm?! God, no way! I'd rather die from any other sadistic torture method.

But Dad needed company and encouragement. Both of which promptly commited suicide on hearing it was yoga, and I was the only one left. I had to stand in for them.

And now, I sleep with two small pillows under my back.

To be fair, there is one good thing about the yoga class. The instructor is HOT! Okay, she's not super pretty, but her figure is awesome! Slim. Toned. And highly flexible.

Maybe I'll go again next week. I've a strong back.

2006-02-28T10:55:00.000-08:00

As You Like It

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages."

- William Shakespeare

2006-02-27T14:50:00.000-08:00

Of cam-phone, sex, and the internet

I believe one day personal mating videos online will be such a common thing that people will yawn at the very thought of it.

But right now, my sympathy goes out to the unwilling victim. There is a difference between porn and despicable porn.

2006-02-26T18:00:00.000-08:00

Tim Burton's Corpse Bride

Victor Van Dort: "With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way into darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine."

Like the movie. Sweet. Entertaining. It also has a good flash site.

Visit the site.

2006-02-26T00:00:00.000-08:00

Hold on a sec...

Few movies say it better than Spielberg's The Terminal.

Because really, life is nothing but a series of freaking long waits. There's always something we are waiting for. Be it our monthly pay. Someone to send you flowers. Ask you to tea. The day you will get married. Have children. Get your dream house. Dream car. This. That. What are you waiting for now?

From the moment I was conceived, for nine months, I waited patiently in a constricted, lightless, and airless bag of amniotic fluid in mummy's womb. Waiting for little baby parts to form and mature. Neurons to fuse. Cells to differentiate. Couldn't wait to come out to see the world sometimes, and I kicked around a little. To much of mummy's discomfort during the pregnancy.

Then I was born. Labour was a short wait in comparison, albeit not an easy one. For I had a big head.

As a child, I always wanted to do what the big people do. Drive daddy's car. Handle sharp dangerous objects. Stay up late. Watch ALL sorts of TV. Eat junk food. Do all the cool adult stuff. And I waited twenty years to do all these, freely.

I waited till I was twelve before I got my identity card. Eighteen before I got my driving license, and be able to buy liquor and cigarettes over the counter, if I ever wanted to. Porn is allowed in some countries for people that age or older. Then came twenty-one. When at this age, for sure, no one considers you as a kid anymore.

Now I'm waiting for work to start. Waiting to finish my 4-year bond with the government, so that I can finally set up my little own practice. And waiting for all the dreams to be fulfilled, missions to be accomplished. Waiting to grow old. Waiting to be a kind old gentleman who loves taking his little grandkids for evening strolls.

Life... is more than just a series of freaking long waits. Is it?

2006-02-24T11:00:00.000-08:00

Romance of the 3 Kingdoms X

Playing this turn-based, role-playing game these days. Good graphics. A little complicated initially, but fun nevertheless.

2006-02-23T13:50:00.000-08:00

Photos 照片写真 사진 photographie φωτογραφία

Finally. *wipe sweat off my brow*

The Gallery is set up. To view the pics I have taken in the UK a few months back, click here.

2006-02-22T11:10:00.000-08:00

Song of the Moment

Love at First Sight - Kylie Minogue

Thought that I was going crazy
Just having one those days yeah
Didn't know what to do
Then there was you

And everything went from wrong to right
And the stars came out to fill up the sky
The music you were playing really blew my mind
It was love at first sight

'Caus baby when I heard you
For the first time I knew
We were meant to be as one...

Was tired of running out of luck
Thinking 'bout giving up yeah
Didn't know what to do
Then there was you

And everything went from wrong to right
And the stars came out to fill up the sky
The music you were playing really blew my mind
It was love at first sight

'Caus baby when I heard you
For the first time I knew
we were meant to be as one...
(to be as one)

(Rest of the lyrics...)

2006-02-21T00:02:00.000-08:00

11th International Kite Festival @ Pasir Gudang

On a sunny and very windy Saturday, Dad, Mum, Aunt, and I went and got ourselves fascinated by amazing kites from all over the world!

Dad having a go at the longest kite at the festival.

Hands down, Dad, you look the coolest with that "fisherman" hat and long-sleeve checkered shirt!

Ernie! from Sesame Street. I used to mimic how he laughs when I was younger. Now he's back with a vengence. Kekekekeke.

Other kites. For a relative sense of size, check out that pathetic white car which almost got crushed by woofy!

That's the Count, again from Sesame Street.

Invasion of the kites.

Strength in numbers? Dad, Mum, and I were having a tug-of-war with one of the huge kites.

Doesn't this building look like it came right out of Final Fantasy?

Went home with a mild sunburn. Felt years younger. Probably because flight itself is awe-inspiring, especially in its most simple form.

2006-02-20T15:00:00.000-08:00

Maria Sharapova

She is just so hot!! *sizzle sizzle*

Would encourage my daughter (if I ever have one) to take up professional tennis.

Not only would she kick ass on court, she could model as well. And then introduce her old dad to her model friends.

Damn. I'm a genius.

2006-02-17T00:15:00.000-08:00

Poll Conclusion

Set up a stupid poll about 1 month back. Comparing the significance of money, looks and charm to people who visit my blog. And I must say the response is overwhelmingly poor. Only 5 people voted, including myself. Anyways, it was for fun, I'm not that bothered about the response nor is it really the answer.

The Poll was: The Answer to Life, Universe and Everything is...

1) Money - 100 billion dollars. You can buy anything you want in the world, except true love.
0%

2) Looks - the most perfect looks and figure that no cosmetic surgery can replicate.
0%

3) Charm - Personality is priceless to you. Nothing matters more.
100% (5)

All voted for "Charm"- the morality high-ground? Maybe I should leave the poll active for a longer time, to get the general distribution more properly. But we all know that a little bit of everything is really the key. Honestly, NO ONE can survive in this world by just being charming (unless you are Viggo Mortensen!)

Anyways, I like polls, it may not be factual/absolute, but it certainly gives an insight/idea to how people think or what they feel things ought to be.

2006-02-14T11:30:00.000-08:00

Pimp My Ride!!

Music: "X" - by xzibit and Snoop Dogg.

On this day of blush blush - smooch smooch - *censored censored*, may lovers of the world have a great day!

And of course, it is also called "Friendship Day". Friends rejoice!

Enjoy this earth-shaking video! (~2.4 MB Blaupunkt ad)

2006-02-13T21:40:00.001-08:00

I love you

If I'm in heaven before you are,
I'll carve your name on every star,
so all the angels will know,
How much I love you so.

And if you're not there on judgement day,
I'll know you've gone the other way.
So I'll give the angels back their wings,
golden harps and other things.

And just to prove my love is true,
I'll go to hell to be with you.

2006-02-13T00:46:00.000-08:00

Bitten by the love bug

Nobody has seen it before, but we all know it exists.

The love bug. Also known as A.phro.di.sect.

According to the author's highly imaginative hypothesis, it would take the form of a digusting, louse-like, 7-legged, insect. (Actually it's only 6-legged, but its reproductive organ is so huge that it is easily mistaken for the seventh leg.) Dangerously poisonous, a single bite from this bug can cause the heart to fibrillate, make one's knees buckle, go into hyperventilation and hot flushes, and possibly become a total idiot.

The origin of this bug is, of course, highly controversial. But is much believed to be alien. It is common knowledge that long ago, love was non-existent. Man still lived on trees and walked on all fives. And mating was considered part of a normal and boring life-cycle. Then an asteroid fell on Earth, like it always would, carrying with it the deadly bug crystalized and preserved in its core. It had come all the way from the region of Uranus. The shell of the asteroid broke apart and the first humans got infected. The bug spread. Love was abound. And sex was never the same again.

The love bug, however, does give the victim certain benefits, apart from better sex. Through mysterious unknown mechanisms, it pees and poos in the brain and causes neurons to fuse haphazardly, and the result is astonishing. A person, infected with the potent bug, has been found to be more poetic, artistic, and eloquent. And much, much, more likely to have great satisfying orgasmotastic sex! Why this happens is easily explained by complicated psychodynamics of the intricate brain, which I won't go into right now.

However, these "enhancements" may not always be present, especially when the person of interest is in close proximity to the victim. The victim goes into what we call a "love shock" where his brain is practically non-functional, due to the over-stimulation of the aphrodisect poison. In short, he would become an extremely stupid person who likes to smile a lot.

It is likely that the aphrodisect poison messes with the pain receptors of the brain as well. People in love seem to be in a perpetual state of morphine-induced happiness. Others, who were infected before, but not currently poisoned, would likely, but not always, be in deep agony. Like in a withdrawal state. And of course, hormones are also implicated, but their derangement is mainly brought about by the bug poison in the first place.

There can be so many theories. But one thing is for sure. The bug lives. And it breeds at its best around this time of the year every year. So if you find yourself drunk without having to consume any intoxicants, or have a tendency to smile too much for no reason at all. Then perhaps you have been bitten by the infamous love bug.

And all I can say to you is, "Good Luck! Go love like the bravest nut in the world!"

(P.S. I know that's a bloody ladybird.)

2006-02-12T22:06:00.000-08:00

Looking for the Ultimate Valentine Gift?

At least this solves my problem of looking for a nice present.
Now, I just need to find a hot chick.

Check out Dr Liew's Feb 7's entry.

Or this.

2006-02-12T00:52:00.000-08:00

Blaze

It is the name of my mouse. At least that's what printed on its back.

Not the usual white fluffy rodent which has the tendency of running up women's legs and causing the owner of whose ever legs it chooses to run up on, to either pass out or give a glass-shattering scream.

And nope, not the second smartest creature alive on Earth, to Hitchhiker's fans out there, who know what the hell I am talking about.

I am referring to my optical mouse. That device you use to move the cursor around on your computer screen, and click on its buttons, to do loads of computer stuff you normally do with a computer and a mouse.

Why Blaze has been brought to my attention and subsequently to yours is because it flashes. Built in a partially transparent casing, it emits vibrant red, green and blue lights from within at varying speeds and rhythm.

It was cute. Initially.

Now. It is just plain annoying. And driving me nuts. Imagine trying to stay focused to write a blog entry, but keeps getting distracted by your flashing mouse every 2 seconds. Cyanide or a gunshot through the mouth would have been a less traumatic experience.

If you could play out my mind like a movie, you would see the various ways of Blaze dying a horrible death:

1) A shiny axe designed to dismember things to really really small pieces.

2) A 1000-ton freight train traveling at 80 miles per hour.

3) A pail of water. I bet you've never seen a switched-on mouse fry in water.

4) A really tall building and a really hard cement floor around it.

Will Blaze live to see another day? Muahahahaha... I am a bad bad person.

2006-02-10T12:32:00.000-08:00

If Pigs could fly...

A friend mailed me this article about glow-in-the-dark pigs. (Thanks, Kibuku!^^)

Suppose it is not a hoax, I still think Man shouldn't play too much God. When it comes to genetic manipulations, Man is likened to be a child playing with matchsticks in a room full of explosives. All is fun until something gets seriously wrong, and KABOOOM! end of story.

"Life has a way of surviving and getting back at you." This line (or something of the sort?) is from Jurassic Park. Remember that movie about supposedly "controlled" dinos ravaging across the island prison chomping down human visitors? Yup, that one. Same context, just this time, angry green pigs. Sick of being messed around of their eggs and sperm, mean Porkies run amok goring down pedestrians in big cities with their razor tusks. What a movie that will make!

Call me a pessimist. But I am just not ready for pigs that glow in the dark. Or any genetic "improvement" for that matter.

2006-02-10T00:00:00.000-08:00

Think Different

Apple comes up with some of the best ads in the world.

Check out this one.

(Note: High-speed internet connection desirable.)

2006-02-09T22:49:00.000-08:00

Danish Dilemma

If you have been following the world news, you'd know that there is this row about a comic strip drawn in Denmark. It is actually 12 images which involved Prophet Mohammed and Islam (directly or indirectly) and caused quite a stir. Many muslims worldwide are infuriated. And Saudi Arabia and Libya have recalled their ambassadors from Denmark. See more report.

What I personally think is, people should be more understanding and tolerant. Don't provoke nor get provoked by. And be at peace with oneself and others.

See what other people have to say about this matter.

2006-02-09T22:10:00.000-08:00

Upgrade?

Lately, I am using a "better" PC. Better in terms of processor speed, RAM, and less crap in the hard drive. I can play almost any game on this new PC. And I also linked it up with the other PC, so that I can have a little in-house gaming. However, its modem sucks big time. It takes ages to load a page when it misleadingly says connection speed is at 112.5 Kbps, which is high for a dail-up.

Case in point. Yesterday, I spent half an hour doing that Microsoft one-liner entry. Blogger was also giving me some problems. Images loaded pixel by pixel (dot by dot), and frequently stopped abruptly midway.

Maybe it's high-time my house gets a cable connection. (Dad, hope you are reading this.)

2006-02-08T23:58:00.000-08:00

Microsoft

I always wonder...

What Bill Gates was thinking about when he came up with this name?

2006-02-06T11:32:00.002-08:00

A tribute to someone's ass

Hello!

Your ass is unbeatable. Period.

Figure wise. We all know that not even Aishwarya's can match yours. Trust me, I know what's hot and what's not when it comes to amazing rumps.

Why the sudden flurry of flattery about your royal bottoms, you might be thinking? Well, it is because you titled your previous mails with "my ass"s and wondered aloud how long this phrase relating to your cute bum will last in our mail exchanges. So I thought, hey, let's write something honest and good about your sweet buns.

Forgive me if I am a little blunt when describing those devilishly sexy behinds of yours. I mean if I am going to praise a girl's backside, I might as well do a bloody good job at it. And it ain't that hard, because I HAVE seen them (heehee), and yes, they are truly stunning.

A good thing about having an alluring posterior is whenever you are stuck at a conversation where you are getting absurd or losing the initiative, all you have to do is say "my ass" in between a few lines. This way, people will automatically glance down the sides of your ravishing rear and go quietly in their minds,"Oh my holy god, what a nice ass! She must be right!!" And thus they will forget whatever absurbness they were trying to correct you about and agree along with you.

Why a magnificent butt rule. Let's say a guy sees you from the front as you are walking past him, he might think you are just another pretty face. But when he turns his head around to check you out again. Your shaking booties will clinch the ultimate winner. Trust me, I'm a guy. That poor dude will be go crazy thinking about you for days!

To me, there are two types of lingerie girls. One that looks sexy with good lingerie on them. The other type is people who make the lingerie look good. And you belong to the latter type. What is your secret?? I still have no idea after all these years. You don't walk several miles a day. You don't do squats. You merely wear those tight jeans of yours and let the raw beauty reveal itself unabashed. Some people just have the genes in them.

Ok fine. I am a big fan of your ass. Not a big secret. But I am definitely not biased. Ask somebody else. Or check yourself in front of a mirror. I may be 22% geekish, but I know a good butt when I see one.

Ok, enough kissing your round, attractive, beauteous, comely, gorgeous, handsome, knockout, lovely, pretty, sightly... (I can go on and on when inspiration kicks in) arse.

Hope I made your day!

All hail your ass,
ws

2006-02-04T00:15:00.000-08:00

BRIEFING

Your boss is an asshole. You wish you have a Steyr Scout Tactical 7.62mm, so that you can finish him off once and for all. And guess what? e-Bay sells one for a dollar-fifty.

PRIMARY OBJECTIVE - ELIMINATE YOUR BOSS
SECONDARY OBJECTIVE - NO CIVILIAN CASUALTIES

TARGET INFORMATION - Big, fat, ugly, mean sonafabitch. You can't miss him.

Or you can Play Tactical Assassin.

2006-02-03T23:04:00.000-08:00

Xena, the 10th Planet?

Somehow, I'm still used to Xena, the "Hiii-Yaa!", butt-kicking, metal-boob Warrior Princess.

Okay, the story so far.

First, they found an icy ball out in space last year.

Then, they found that it is bigger than Pluto, and might fit the description of a planet.

Uninspiringly, they named it UB 313. And recently, Xena seems to be name they are sticking to.

At a distance of 3 times further away from the Sun as compared to Pluto, and with Earth's current valiant but pathetically-backward space-travel technology, I seriously don't see the point nor why the big hoo-ha about a giant ball of ice stuck away in a far corner of the solar system.

See report

2006-02-02T12:43:00.000-08:00

22% = Geek!

I always wonder how geekish I am. So I went and did a quiz. And it turns out, I'm just a geek in the whole extensive geekiness ranking.

Good news? Bad news? Not too sure really, but I guess being a little intelluctual ain't that bad?

Check out: A Girl's Guide to Geek Guys

2006-02-01T11:52:00.000-08:00

Song of the Moment

Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer

Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.

[Chorus:]
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me

Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon its hanging tyre
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map

[Chorus (repeat)]

(And yes, it is a very guitar-y song...)

2006-02-01T11:39:00.000-08:00

FM 95.0

I think I am falling in love... with this radio station.

A great friend to have when I am driving my car,
Cruising along the crowded lonely lanes of life.

At least I can still identify the songs,
Don't tell me I am that old already?

"If music be the food of love, play on."

2006-01-30T00:00:00.000-08:00

How I spent my CNY

I remember how I used to dread writing essays.
In primary school, essay topics such as the one above, or "My best friend", or "My ambition" etc, I wrote them with the least dedication and effort. I just couldn't see the point in writing then. Why? In retrospect,

- I really sucked at writing.
- I was a naive little brat who knew nothing about anything.
- I was really scared of disappointment. How if I really did my best, and still got a poor grade, I would be devastated.

So my primary school days were always marred by the comments of my teachers "ws could have done so much better, but he only did enough..." Anyways, shall leave that bit of my past for another time.

Why I brought this dread-writing bit up now is because I think it's funny I am actually making myself do the thing I hate most when I was younger - do writing assignments, on this blog! How a person changes with age.

Back to how I spent my CNY?

Hmm. I guess I could start by recounting what I did in a chronological fashion, like what the primary school me would have done. "CNY is coming. I am so happy! On New Year's eve, I did this... On New Year's day, I did that..."
Well, that would take way too much effort and probably put both you (and me!) to sleep in no time.

What makes this CNY memorable to me is celebrating with family and friends at home. There IS a difference compared to when I celebrated CNYs in India. The festive mood here is definitely much better. Food too. And pretty much everything else.

Shopping with mum was another unforgettable experience. Mum wanted to buy new clothes and new year goodies. And I was the appointed escort. Because I am the only child at home now, who is free and not doing anything. What horror! The two times mum and I went shopping, I was either trying to stay awake pushing the shopping cart, or finishing a novel at a corner of the clothes department. The trick is to smile and nod my head vigorously at the right times. For eg. mum would be going on about this dark navy shirt vs. this black-with-a-shade-of-blue shirt. All I have to do was pretend to give it some thought and say both choices were great! You see, mum doesn't really need my true opinion or approval. All she needs is a good son tagging along who agrees with her good taste.

Fearless. The latest Jet-Li, and possibly his last, martial arts action movie. Watched it on big screen with mum, dad, how and aunt on eve of CNY eve. Think it's good. But you are listening to a Jet-Li and kung-fu movie buff here talking.

The only small regret I have this CNY is probably not having ling and jun around. They are my two very wonderful sisters who are busy with studies in India. Wish you guys are having a blast over there. And we all miss you lots!

2006-01-29T21:39:00.000-08:00

Happy Lunar New Year!

A time of togetherness with family and friends...
Great food...
Loud fire-crackers throughout the night!
New clothes...
Red packets...
"Legalised" gambling...
Growing older (and wiser?)

Wishing one and all a happy, prosperous and successful year ahead!

2006-01-27T17:45:00.000-08:00

Rumble!!

Just outside my friendly neighbourhood, there are a few roads leading to a couple of junctions which seem perpetually jam-packed with cars. Every morning, if I were to drive to say, get a loaf of bread, the chocked-up traffic would instantly stress out the kind and gentle me. The size of the roads just can't handle the amount of traffic. Thanks to the brilliance of the local planning council and transport authority, the problem only seem to get worse throughout the years.
So there was this one time when the traffic load was insanely heavy. I watched 2 green lights come and go with just a few cars in front of me, and I had only budged a few metres during the time. Kenny G playing on the radio wasn't good enough to calm my moods. I thought about Braveheart. I thought about Gandhi. I thought about peaceful flowing rivers. And finally, I hummed my smurf song. The smurf song was my last straw.
Even that couldn't stop me from turning into a renegade driver.
Checking to see if there were any traffic police officers lurking around (There wouldn't be, because this was a hopeless situation in which they were utterly impotent to deal with), I broke 5 traffic rules in quick succession:

1) I overtook the cars in front by cutting across a double line.
2) I went on the wrong side of the road for quite a distance.
3) I disregarded the red light.
4) I did a U-turn around another car in the yellow box.
5) I think I exceeded the speed limit.

So this was it. I escaped the tie-up at a junction which I could be stuck for perhaps a very, very long time. Not without some dare-devil driving, a total disregard for traffic rules and safety, and a complete lack of courtesy. But you know what, I think I am doing the best thing in this given situation. Desperate situation calls for desperate measures.
I have given some thought to this traffic problem. Either the authorities invest a vast amount of money and energy to deal with the situation, or they might as well tactically nuke the place. Because it IS a serious problem.
Right now, I am just quietly thinking to myself, "Don't make me buy a Bigfoot Monster truck..."

2006-01-26T11:44:00.000-08:00

Saying Goodbye
by Anthony West

So soft
the brief touch of your lips
on my cheek.

Was I almost intruding?

"Look after yourself"
should have been
"I love you!"

Then the Jumbo flew over
my head
and I shouted my love
above the roar
and thundering thrust

. . . as if you'd hear.

Through the clouds in my eyes
I watched you fly away
and wished I'd been born with wings.

2006-01-25T11:35:00.000-08:00

Disorder in Court

These are from a book called "Disorder in the Courts of America", and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters that had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place.

Attorney: Are you sexually active?
Witness: No, I just lie there.
____________________________
Attorney: What is your date of birth?
Witness: July 18th.
Attorney: What year?
Witness: Every year.
____________________________
Attorney: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?
Witness: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.
________________________________________________
Attorney: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?
Witness: Yes.
Attorney: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
Witness: I forget.
Attorney: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot?
________________________________________________
Attorney: How old is your son, the one living with you?
Witness: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember which.
Attorney: How long has he lived with you?
Witness: Forty-five years.
________________________________________________
Attorney: What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning?
Witness: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"
Attorney: And why did that upset you?
Witness: My name is Susan.
________________________________________________
Attorney: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo?
Witness: We both do.
Attorney: Voodoo?
Witness: We do.
Attorney: You do?
Witness: Yes, voodoo.
________________________________________________
Attorney: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?
Witness: Did you actually pass the bar exam?
________________________________________________
Attorney: The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is he?
Witness: Uh, he's twenty!
________________________________________________
Attorney: Were you present when your picture was taken?
Witness: Would you repeat the question?
________________________________________________
Attorney: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?
Witness: Yes.
Attorney: Are what were you doing at that time?
Witness: Uh...
________________________________________________
Attorney: She had three children, right?
Witness: Yes.
Attorney: How many were boys?
Witness: None.
Attorney: Were there any girls?
________________________________________________
Attorney: How was your first marriage terminated?
Witness: By death.
Attorney: And by whose death was it terminated?
________________________________________________
Attorney: Can you describe the individual?
Witness: He was about medium height and had a beard.
Attorney: Was this a male or female?
________________________________________________
Attorney: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to the deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?
Witness: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.
________________________________________________
Attorney: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?
Witness: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.
________________________________________________
Attorney: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?
Witness: Oral.
________________________________________________
Attorney: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
Witness: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
Attorney: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?
Witness: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy on him!
________________________________________________
Attorney: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?
Witness: Huh?
________________________________________________
Attorney: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?
Witness: No.
Attorney: Did you check for blood pressure?
Witness: No.
Attorney: Did you check for breathing?
Witness: No.
Attorney: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?
Witness: No.
Attorney: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
Witness: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
Attorney: But could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?
Witness: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somewhere.
_________________________________________________

2006-01-24T18:21:00.001-08:00

Characater Profile

Name: Kenny McCormick

Description: One of the 4 main characters in SouthPark. Wears a orange parka which covers everything but his eyes. His voice is always muffled by his hood, but one can strongly suspect that whatever he says, it's gotta be profoundly SouthPark obscene.
The interesting thing about Kenny is he HAS to die in every episode. For no apparent reason at all. How he dies in each episode is one of major draws of SP to me. Be it a spear gun accident, a meteor strike, something bizarre has to kill Kenny. I think there's only one episode in which he didn't die, can't remember which one. Much to the disappointment? or relief? of his fans. But I think kenny was pretty happy for surviving that episode.
So this is him. Kenny. That cartoon character that died and keeps dying for a million times. *Salute*

2006-01-23T22:02:00.000-08:00

Life in a minor key

You know, I probably know as much music as a cow knows algebra.
I learned a little about the recorder (which is a kind of flute) in primary school. I was really duff then, could only play a few simple lines, and the teacher wasn't that impressive. Plus the fact that I always used my recorder as a "sword" to play-fight with my childhood buddies, it always had a funny screech to it whenever I blew. It sounded like some old cow having severe constipation, waiting for someone to put it down mercifully. So I didn't go very far with my recorder.
After that, in secondary school and junior college, I was more impressed by the piano. But I didn't attempt to learn it. Heard it's not easy, and there are 7 grades? So I just stuck on to being the audience and listen to other people play.
In med school, I tried the guitar. A 2-3 month affair. But I liked it thoroughly. Stopped learning because of the monsoon season (traveling to the music school became really troublesome because of floods!), and heavy study load. Never picked it up again, and I sold my guitar before I left India. Sad really, not because I sold it for a very measly amount, but because it had a nice memory to it and I parted with it. I just thought I couldn't bring back too much stuff with me. All the things I could and couldn't leave behind. Sigh.
Anyways, my favourite musical instrument is still the guitar. It strikes a cord in me all the time, both literally and metaphorically. Any song with a guitar playing in it, I find it more likable. I am still very far from knowing how to play it well, and may very well be tone-deaf, but music does play a significant role in my life. More significant than I had previously ever imagined.

2006-01-22T21:16:00.000-08:00

Lift off!

Chinese New Year is here in a week!!
The Year of the Rooster gives way to the Year of the Woofy.
Haven't celebrate CNY with family for years! Due to oversea studies. Must say I am pretty excited about this festive occasion.

Here are some sites about the Chinese zodiac and why and how the Chinese calender is dated around 12 animals. And what the Year of the Dog means.
--> Background...
--> Horoscope of the Dog...

A side note: I am a...

"METAL MONKEY!! (cool!)

Persuasive and passionate, this Monkey is a warm person. He is successful due to his innate determination and ambitious nature. He works hard to climb the ladder of success and prefers to work alone. They are loyal employees, always prepared and tactful with answers and upper management. In love these Monkeys are just as loyal as well as loving and affectionate."

Should let my primary school teacher read this entry. She always used to yank my ear and call me a monkey. Hell, I wasn't that playful... Or was I??

2006-01-21T15:11:00.000-08:00

X-Files

Call me paranoid. But I was just blog surfing. And I came across several "job ads" in blogspot, all seemingly based in America. They are written in English all right, but I can't understand them at all! Okay, maybe it was a stuffy afternoon, and I was still groggy after my nap. But I am sure they look like some encrypted messages. And they look pretty new. Only a few entries.

Hmm. Hoaxes? Sinister schemes? The truth is out there?

Someone tell me I am not crazy please.

Job ad 1 / Job ad 2 / Job ad 3

2006-01-21T00:00:00.000-08:00

Football

Definition: That sport where you use your feet to kick a spherical ball around, and try to score goals by putting the ball into a net between 2 posts.

Don't understand how people can confuse the most popular sport in the world with another which actually uses the hands and arms to play, and requires full-body armour, helmet, and other protective gear. And tackling means I am going to try to break your neck and back. What's wrong with using the name "rugby"? American rugby sounds fine to me. But definitely not American football. Sounds too cheap a rip-off to me.

Anyways, check out this old nike ad. Nice footwork. Oleh~

2006-01-20T15:08:00.000-08:00

Fur chick 0 - Arnold 1

"People are more violently opposed to fur than leather because it's safer to harass rich women than motorcycle gangs".

2006-01-19T13:34:00.000-08:00

Bollocks

B.O.L.L.O.C.K.S.

2006-01-19T11:38:00.000-08:00

The Frog Princess

A computer programmer happens across a frog in the road. The frog pipes up, "I'm really a beautiful princess and if you kiss me, I'll hang out with you for a week". The programmer shrugs his shoulders and puts the frog in his pocket.

A few minutes later, the frog says "OK, OK, if you kiss me, I'll be your girlfriend for a week". The programmer nods and puts the frog back in his pocket.

A few minutes later, "Turn me back into a princess and I'll be your girlfriend for a whole year!". The programmer smiles and walks on.

Finally, the frog says, "What's wrong with you? I've promised lots of fun with a beautiful princess for a whole year and you won't even kiss a frog?" "I'm a programmer," he replies. "I don't have time for girls.... But a talking frog is pretty neat."

2006-01-18T10:18:00.000-08:00

Operator, plug me in...

Wouldn't it be much simpler and wonderful if there's a microchip which can transfer thoughts from the mind to computers. Like whatever I want to say here in my blog, I just press some magic button on my forehead and presto, the entry is there?
If you have read Harry Potter, you would know that there's this memory device called the Pensive, which does the exact same thing. Tap the temple with a wand and siphon out the memory like a shiny, silky light and put it in a crystal bottle to preserve for eternity.
I am just a lazy pig, ain't I? Complaining about striking keys on the keyboard and clicking the mouse buttons.

By the way, Pensive was the name I wanted initially for my blog. Pensive means "dreamily thoughtful". "Pen-sieve" sounds cool as well, like a special kind of pen that filters out my thoughts. Anyways, both were taken. And I came up with skidz, which is also not too bad. 3 months running, this blog. Think my grandchildren (in the next 50 years, perhaps) would be proud.

2006-01-17T12:44:00.000-08:00

What's that song?

I was walking down a street one day. And I passed by a car with a lady in it, playing a really nice song. It was a song I was sure I heard it somewhere before, and I wanted to know the name. But I never got around to ask that lady. I just tried to remember the tune, and guess what? I forgot the damn song the very next minute. Brilliant, ain't it? Now everytime I walk past a car with a lady in it, I am reminded and haunted by that unknown song. Like an itch at a spot on my back which I can about, but cannot, scratch. I am just hoping one day I would hear that song again. So I can finally die a happy man.

2006-01-16T00:00:00.000-08:00

A Rush of Blood to the Head

Life is always a balance...

There cannot be happiness without tragedy.

No good. Without the Bad.

Otherwise, how could we tell the difference?

2006-01-15T16:12:00.000-08:00

Come again?

The patient states there is a burning pain in his penis which goes to his feet.
By the time he was admitted, his rapid heart had stopped, and he was feeling better.
The patient has been depressed ever since she began seeing me in 1983.
Discharge status: Alive but without permission. The patient will need disposition, and therefore we will get Dr. Blank to dispose of him.
The patient refused an autopsy.
The patient has no past history of suicides.
She slipped on the ice and apparently her legs went in separate directions in early December.
The patient experienced sudden onset of severe shortness of breath with a picture of acute pulmonary edema at home while having sex which gradually deteriorated in the emergency room.
The patient left the hospital feeling much better except for her original complaints.

- Actual doctor's notes.

2006-01-14T02:07:00.000-08:00

3 comments about this pic:

1) It's being very stereotypical, too exaggerated and biased.
2) Nobody wears like that in real-life. (Or maybe I've been hanging out with the wrong crowd??)
3) Thongs sure look uncomfortable to wear. Given, 100% sexy, but 0% practicality and comfy level. What's the point?

2006-01-12T22:24:00.000-08:00

Toilet Bowl Creativity

Don't mean to be gross. But I am most creative and thoughtful while I am... well... moving my bowels. I am not the kind of person who reads in the toilet, except when... it's a really good playboy magazine (Notice the contradiction/oxymoron: Good porn?) Anyways, who reads porn these days, as in the text part of it?
Another point about the usage of the verb "read" for porn while I'm at it. I just feel it's too... acedamic to read porn. Like someone is taking a freaking degree in it. Enjoy porn, yes. Read a porn magazine, yes. Look at girls on the mag, yes. Read porn, nah, just don't sound too right to me.

Anyways, back to my creativity business. While in toilet, I just sit and stare blankly into space most of the time. And usually I come up with something interesting in my mind. Like the posts I write. Or the things I have to do in life. Or something nice I can put down on a card. Or a good present I can give to a friend. Or a funny joke that I laugh to myself about. It's like a pitstop for my mind. So that I can consolidate my thoughts. I don't know how other people's minds work, but mine is pretty wild. Like a runaway train with no brakes would be a fair description. And this "thinking man" position provides just the thing to... well... let me think. Four walls, no external stimuli to distract me. My mind can focus. I think many people would have the same experience?

Anyways, suddenly I am feeling dumb about talking about creativity in the toilet now. But it seemed such a good idea a while back. When I was sitting there, staring blankly into space...

2006-01-12T21:16:00.000-08:00

Random thought of the day

I was thinking...

If one day Blogspot/Blogger would start to charge me, for the service it provides me to write online...

I mean, to them, it's might be just bits and bytes. And maybe a couple of dollars.

But to me, it's really priceless junk. My priceless junk.

It's just funny how the same thing can vary so much in significance to different people.

2006-01-12T20:52:00.000-08:00

Lost... again...

Great. Now I'd have to watch the second season...

2006-01-10T11:36:00.000-08:00

Civilised Barbarian

Time flies when one is building civilizations.
I am playing this PC game Civilizations IV these days, where one has to build a bloody civilization from scratch. Nice game. Just that it takes a hell lot of time, both in-game (4000 BC to 2050 AD!) and in real time (3 hrs average per game). I particularly like the starting part of the game where I can research early technologies like the wheel, agriculture etc. and build wonders like the pyramids. It certainly gives a sense of empowerment and achievement, being a ruler ^^.

Have also tried reading this book titled We Need to Talk about Kevin. Winner of the Orange Prize for Fiction. The gist is about parenting and a 15 year-old boy killing fellow students and a teacher. Never gone past page 5. It is really sad, considering I haven't been stuck on a book for so long since my primary school days. But I do find it an excellent sedative to put me to sleep at night. 2 lines of it and I am out cold.

Have been pouring like dinosaurs and elephants the past 3 days! With only brief spells of dryness intermittently. Reminds me a little of India during her Monsoon season where walking in the rain is like walking in a waterfall. And the season lasts for months! Good thing is, it doesn't flood as bad over here in Malaysia. Rain has also detered me from going online lately for fear of my modem getting struck by lightning. Yes, I am still using a bloody modem. In the age of fiber optics, broadband internet, and nano-supercomputers, here still lives a savage desperately trying to fit into society, and not get eliminated by evolution. Tough job, being me.

Bought the whole collection of Lost (season 1) on dvds. Pirated, of course. Can't afford the actual copyrighted thing. Setting up a date to go on a marathon watch of the TV series. Never seen it, but heard it is pretty good. About piracy, it stifles growth of the movie and TV industry. And artists don't get paid their due. All true. But to think of the little people like me who really can't (and won't!) give in to the large blood-sucking corporations of the world, piracy is really a godsend. You win some, you lose some. The industry is already making a lot of money as it is. A little piracy won't hurt it much.

Everything comes back to building civilisations in the end. Which I am about to embark upon in a while. This time I am going to build a Aztec civilisation and see if I can rival the great American one. Life is good being a king.

2006-01-06T10:30:00.000-08:00

God bless Wonderbra!

2006-01-05T00:00:00.000-08:00

Kong!!

(Warning: This entry contains spoilers to the new King Kong movie released in Dec 05. Proceed at your own risk!)

First, the good points of the movie:

Directed by Peter Jackson (who also made the LOTR trilogy), the cinematic effects of this movie are bound to be breathtaking, and it is. I give 5 stars out of 5 for the whole movie. It is a remake, and the storyline is simple. Boy meets Girl. Boy likes Girl. Girl likes Boy. Girl meets Kong. Kong likes Girl. Kong saves Girl. Girl likes Kong. Man loves Kong. Man hates Kong. Man kills Kong. Boy and Girl live happily ever after. That's the story in a nutshell. Pretty straight-forward, no?
But the graphics, background sceneries, the really life-like mechanic creatures, the fighting and escaping scenes more than make up for whatever inadequacies which might be present in the movie. I am really impressed. And SIZE really really matters in this movie.
Another thing worth mentioning is the retro feel of this movie. The way it is made brings a sense of freshness to a film set in the post-depression 1920s.
And of course, Naomi Watts (who plays the damsel in distress, Ann Darrow) is stunningly beautiful. Come on, even an imbecile ape can fall in love with her! (And I don't mean myself... -_-")

However, there are a few things in the movie which made me wonder:

1) Ann Darrow was way too tough! She was practically unbreakable! She was tossed around like a Barbie doll by Kong without having any bones broken! I mean, Kong was galloping wildly on all fours with her in one of his paws, the sheer force would have badly maimed her into a mess of meat and blood, but she looks right as rain all the time!

2) An ape falling in love with a human? Come on, "Beauty tamed the savage beast"?? That's a little far-fetched. Kong is either a really perverted primate, or he is very very bored.

3) Where are the other Kongs? He is the last surviving one? Doubtful.

4) Kong is anatomically incorrect. No visible male appendage. So conclusion, Kong is a female. And the movie should be renamed Queen Kong.

5) 1 oversized bamboo-eating gorilla vs 3 full-grown carnivorous T. rex's? And he actually beat the crap out of them. I support mammals/primates, and not reptiles, of course. But it is rather improbable. Don't you think?

6) I don't like the ending. Period. But I can't think of a better one. So what if Kong is returned to his homeland peacefully? He would have died of heartbreak anyways without his lady in white. And I have a strong suspicion that Ann Darrow wants to be with Kong if he were to be alive, rather than her Ah Kua boyfriend...
Wait, wait, the best thing would be, the fairy godmother appears out of nowhere and turns Kong into a dashing young man, and Ann Darrow marries Kong. Or if you have a Shrek-like humour, Ann Darrow is turned into a hairy giant ape instead. Either way, I don't like the Ah Kua boyfriend. He can go eat his bananas.