2010 approaches

so i thought i'd start a countdown of the most significant events of the past year within the (somehow still surviving) LB lives!
seeing how we're all over the place, i don't really know what's going on, so if i can't think of anything that actually happened, i'll just make something up. and seeing how the only person's life in which i really know what's going on is my own, that's the only countdown that is totally true in terms of significance.

goodness knows if i'll update this everyday till new years, but hey, i tried.

at number 6!
sharing the 6th spot -

sk - met a celebrity while flying
cm - saw coldplay/jay-z live in concert
tim - didn't crash a car
hn - under a thumb
wj - bought a fridge

till tomorrow!

dum dum dummmmm

HELLO I AM ANOTHER SPACE FILLER

Ray's eyebrows have more emotion than Lloyd Daniels.

The effeminate man

The world is becoming confused. The last decade has seen the revolution of the transgender. Men loving men loving women loving women who are men who were women. The fundamentals of species, sex, now becoming a mishmash of contemporary made-up abstracts of the bohemian lifestyle. There are no more lines dividing the XX from the XY. No more unwritten social rules on how should a particular gender perform. Ironically, there are now legislated laws that tell us how we should all have no rules nor restrictions when it comes to exploring what was once sacred. Sexuality.


Speaking of which, if you were a woman(or man), who would you date and why?


1. Vampire





2. Socialite





3. Singer Dancer Basketball Player

Dear carrie.

I offer my sincerest apologies to you. =(

My foot fell sick

Hello happy healthy earthlings!

So I fractured my 5th metatarsal about a month ago and now I listen to disco and imagine I could dance boogie to Earth, Wind and Fire with my legg-o-wrap. Like they say, "once broken, considered sold." I guess what is broken in me, I have to learn to live with it. I know below are things I should have known since the day I could see and walk, but we tend to be superheroes sometimes, sooooo... here is what I learned from my fall!

1. Always look ahead where you are stepping on.. ESPECIALLY if you know there's a stairs/slope coming.
2. On the staircase, if any point of time your loose footwear decides to make for a run, do NOT ever ever EVER try to catch it. It is obviously gonna land soon and it will not break. I attempted to catch my flimsy slipper which in the end i had not and i broke a bone.
3. And... if you do break something already, might as well live to it with style...

Presenting yours truly, the model. Photographer: Mr X-ray machine. Art director: Ms Radiographer.

Greetings from Brisbane, Australia!

Cmingo has kindly invited me to blog here, so HELLO!

Some of you might not know of my existence, so allow me to introduce myself. I'm Nadia, also known as Cmingo's friends-stealer, and Kah Heng and Eugene's housemate here in Brissy.

So here I am enjoying my summer holidays, while Kah Heng and Eugene are studying like crazy for their finals. C'est la vie d'etudiant médical!

Anyway, this post serves as an introduction because I haven't got any interesting blog material just yet.

Bye!

SPACE FILLER

HELLO I AM A RANDOM VIDEO THAT FILLS SPACE.

SUPER PET PEEVE

I think the blogosphere or whatever the young kids are calling it nowadays need to get together and start writing the ten commandments of blogging.

I don't care what the other 9 would be, but number one must be:

1. Thou shalt not write blogs if you cannot have grammar and spelling right.

Small mistakes are acceptable. Colloquialism is after all part of the charm of being a convoy of any language; your accent, your style, your flavour if you will. In that sense, GOOD manglish is acceptable, in fact here at lectureboys we use it everyday and we are proud of it.

But when a blatant piece of broken grammar or spelling stares at you in the face and pokes you in the eye with the hot burning rod of toe-cringing, enough is enough.

You know what the worst thing is? These people, instead of bothering to do a simple spell check for their previous monstrosity, write ANOTHER blog to JUSTIFY why they should have poor English and why you should leave them alone.

Things like:

"Oh these is my personel blog, my english is poor but I don't care because you don't have to read if you don't like bla bla bla"

"My english is not good but I dont care because whats more important is me as a person."

"Oh hello i am an ugly girl and i need to camwhore and go to sungai wang"

You don't have to master the language to be a blogger. That will be extremely boring. But if you are going to be dyslexic when telling us your daily adventures, then my advice would be 1. just post pictures 2. seek help


Why am I venting?
it's that time of the year I suppose.

wow

so many posts. surprisedness is me.
some odd force (boredom) somehow compelled my hand to type in these letters and surf on over to what i thought was a long abandoned piece of cyberspace real estate. credit crunch? pffft
the mortgage market is recovering.

anyway, in a moment of inspiration i had wanted to blog out a thoughtful tear-jerking post about marriage and love and all that sorta jazz. but then i decided that irreverance and toilet humour are so much more entertaining. so much more me anyway. hence the posting on lb.blogspot as opposed to ofg.blogspot waka waka. plus i'm sucker for trends.

introducing -

Love Ahnyo
Korea's latest pop sensation boyband, with it's first hit single - "love is a kimchi"

love is a kimchi
whether it's sweet or spicy
you still gonna eat-y
love is a kimchi

love is a kimchi
whether preserved or fermented
it's still gon'be masticated
love is a kimchi

ooooo wa oo wa oo oooooo

potatoes (tatoes)
cabbage (cabbage)
anchovies (chovies)
peanuts (nuts nuts)

in every shape and sizes
no matter what the price is
love is a....
keeee-eeem chiiiiiiiiii

keeee-emm chiiii
kee-emm chiii
kee-em chi...
(fade)

for those who don't know, boon and sarah tied the proverbial knot yesterday, the 25th of october, 2009. photos on various fb pages, notably adrian's, zk's and linda (last name unpronouncable)'s so far. check it out. boon's got the biggest smile ever. it was so big they had to cut out some cheek to fit the rest of it. i had the food gortune to fly down to brissie to watch boon commit to a life of slavery and occasional sexual gratification. actually i was just looking for an excuse to visit oz and try the wines. and see tim. see, i thought tim would be there. although kk is nearer to perth than brisbane. oh and have some bacon. did you know that bacon in kk is 12 bucks/100g??? that's 10 times the price of bacon in canada, even after conversion.

ridonculous.

vinery wedding > church wedding anyday yo. i mean, there's still wine in church, but it's not really the same you know?

and beach weddings are just sandy and messy. not to mention salty. and fishy *snigger*

coldplay and jayz live in concert? i hope you fail frcopth.
oh and thanks tim for the birthday wishes. i only just saw them, now what about that huh the wish was on time but the recognition belated. the world is a funny place.

so..

so who's going to be in kl from the 10th-14th nov? lemme know!

rarrrrr in geraldton.

i've been in geraldton almost 2 weeks now. isolation is really getting to me. thank god i was posted here with the other guy and we get along generally well otherwise i'd have gone nuts by now. i shoulda driven here - the idea of walking 30 mins + to get to the beach isn't as appealing to me.

geraldton is huge. i think the best gauge of a town's size is the presence of maccas, KFC. there's even a regional art gallery so short of being 5-6 hrs away from perth, there's nothing different here from a suburb in perth.

somehow uni decided that rural GP = aboriginal health so dan and i have been posted full time to the geraldton regional aboriginal medical service. i'm glad because the monotony of doing gp in a small town for 4 weeks is akin to getting a kidney stone. at least 2 weeks into the term and a million patients later i haven't been asked to look at hypertension or have to pretend to be remotely interested in someone's mole. instead i get to do STI and BBV screens at the prison, take random plasma glucose 20x a day and even work with a psychiatrist. ownez bonez. at the end of the day i still have to walk 30 mins to the clinic when dan isn't driving there and sometimes u just cbf - another caveat when you choose to go somewhere without researching anything.

i'll be going out bush in a week's time to remote communities and i'm actually excited to be out of here. at least no more gp-ness once i go since we're leaving after the weekend. the downside is i have done nothing to prepare for exams and i know i will get a shit mark when i do my case discussions.

trying to decide what to do after exams before convo - was hoping to go to kl at some point but doesn't sound like anyone else is back. christmas in melb woooo cos my sistah she's a-graduating! huzzarhs.

herro.

i hate rural.

fucking noob.

I FORGOT MY CAMERA!

in my hurry to get out of the house this morning i must've left it in my room. fuckedyfuck.

so like i'm in geraldton, which is i'm assuming 5+ hrs drive from perth. some say 4 hrs but i don't believe them. anyway i flew so that was just 1 hr and 20 mins or sth like that. focker 50 ftw.

my sinuses have not aged well. as i get older every time i fly i feel like my head is about to explode. it wasn't like i was sick or congested or anything just BOOM instant headache.

anyway, i was wearing my leaver's jumper which i kinda abhor cos it goes against every single design law there is. it just doesn't look right. but a 5th year rural clin sch student recognized it and gave me a lift n offered to have us over for dinner/lunch/weekend hijinks. serendipitious i say!

my room is like a prison cell. small, bare, communal toilet next door. at least i can potentially study here. if only i hadn't brought 10293819203812 movies/series courtesy of my girlfriend who does nothing but empower my laziness.

cheers boys n girls. hi carrie.

timbo

your momma's so fat

that whenever she wears high heels
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still a student blog for some (maybe just tim and i) of us

Nice, this blog is semi resurrected, well done us.

6 weeks till I'm officially not a student. Exciting times! Hi Tim.

Since 'tis the reason for rumination, I shall ruminate too. Lavinia, I talk to all the time, either on sms or through telepathy. Kathleen, who is usually busy whizzing around saving Singaporeans, is currently on holiday. Ching Ling, on the other hand, there is a possibility of her having falling off Planet Earth as it merrily revolves.

Am loving Paediatrics at the moment, in my second last week. Always enjoyed it but I think this might be what I wanna do with my life. Not that anyone here is interested with what I do with my life but hey, I'll tell you anyway!

the student blog.

since chia ming has so graciously provided us with some of his ruminatory fodder i have felt the compulsion to stretch them fingers and use some of the keys that i have not touched (that are not keybound in WoW or DOTA). in any case, i must concede that there has been a progressive decline to my grasp of engrish and where better to practice than on a blog that no one reads. i died a little inside when chia ming said he doesn't actually listen to me.

i am 7 weeks from final exams. it has been a long, stupid trip to get here. hi carrie. together we shall try not to fail. at the moment, i am sitting in front of my com writing up my goddamn stupid psych case history for discussion tomorrow which will probably degenerate into me begging not to fail again (fuck anaesthetics).

the point which i am trying to arrive at is that i kinda enjoy psych, surprisingly enough. in 4th year (a lifetime ago) you think that omg the only thing i will ever like about psych is the fact that you can pass just showing up 2 hrs a week for pbl. i love how you go to work every day and know, at the back of your mind, that no matter how bad your life is, it will never be as fucked up as these people. other days you just sit in the interview and go fuck it, and go for a smoke. a patient said "thank you dad" to us the other day. guess we must be doing something right. classic.

in case you orang forgot, it is wong wei jin, m.d.'s 26th birthday today. many happy returns, you one-legged chinaman living it loud in the quietest state this side of borneo.

next week going to geraldton for some rural-y goodness.

so where are we now?

Just the other day, I was sitting around idling with my thoughts, whilst having the occasional absent seizure or two, and I came to think about Timothy Law.

So, I tried to trace my thoughts back to my last encounter with Tim and unfortunately I hit a brick wall. I can't seem to remember! In fact, only with difficulty did I vaguely remember his face. His voice I seem to recall, that low droning mumble that no one can really hear except himself. At certain times, it became easier just to pass the occasional nod or so in his direction when he attempts conversation so as not to appear really deaf by our variants of "Wha..?", "Say again...", "What was that?", "Pardon?", "Sorry,. repeat that..". I'm sure he had a good point or two to make, but he was probably a bit apprehensive about sharing it with more than one person at a time.

This naturally led me to ponder about Han Nien but it is difficult enough being under a thumb all the time so I shall skip him. Good thing this will never get back to him.

Seng Keat I do remember because I see him at least twice a year. Now that's a healthy amount of catching up seeing how I work in the UK and he flies all around Asia but if you think about the amount of times I go back home in a year and couple that with the obscene amount of free time that he has, it comes up to just about right. He's doing quite well if you wanted to know. Financially, spiritually, and paternally. Congrats btw.

As far as I know, Wei Jin is still in Kota Kinabalu ploughing his ways through the paddy fields of house-officership. He is quite the bitter chap so for good measure, let me again upload this picture of Jayz and Coldplay live in concert.



Ok, more musings to come up soon.

Let your nads hang low.

Chia Ming, let me show you how brilliant your friend is.

VoiD - she's too hot. My eyes will catch on fire says (3:13 PM):

you might want to modify your msn tagline seriously

like really really do it right now

Aidan * BoIng revo em pilf, nwod edispu m'I +61430792772 says (3:13 PM):

what why

- VoiD - she's too hot. My eyes will catch on fire says (3:14 PM):

you know what nads are right

lololol

Aidan * BoIng revo em pilf, nwod edispu m'I +61430792772 says (3:15 PM):

HA?

nads is my nickname lah

that's all i know. got others meh

- VoiD - she's too hot. My eyes will catch on fire says (3:15 PM):

hahahhahhaa

Aidan * BoIng revo em pilf, nwod edispu m'I +61430792772 says (3:15 PM):

what's nads?

- VoiD - she's too hot. My eyes will catch on fire says (3:15 PM):

lol

er ask someone?

Aidan * BoIng revo em pilf, nwod edispu m'I +61430792772 says (3:16 PM):

asking you lah dumbo

- VoiD - she's too hot. My eyes will catch on fire says (3:16 PM):

ask someone at the library

Aidan * BoIng revo em pilf, nwod edispu m'I +61430792772 says (3:16 PM):

oh it means balls issit

- VoiD - she's too hot. My eyes will catch on fire says (3:16 PM):

hahaha

you googled it or what

who's been calling you nads

go slap them seriously

Aidan * BoIng revo em pilf, nwod edispu m'I +61430792772 says (3:17 PM):

close friends lahhh

short for nadia

- VoiD - she's too hot. My eyes will catch on fire says (3:17 PM):

my god

Aidan * BoIng revo em pilf, nwod edispu m'I +61430792772 says (3:17 PM):

only you mengader ok

- VoiD - she's too hot. My eyes will catch on fire says (3:17 PM):

they're not your close friends if they've been calling you testicles

Aidan * BoIng revo em pilf, nwod edispu m'I +61430792772 says (3:17 PM):

think that ti's something else and you say i'm dirrty minded

- VoiD - she's too hot. My eyes will catch on fire says (3:18 PM):

i thought i was doing you a favour by telling you that you are calling yourself testicles in your msn and asking you to change it

if you want i can keep quiet about stuff like that next time

Aidan * BoIng revo em pilf, nwod edispu m'I +61430792772 says (3:21 PM):

LOL ok i change

omg just realized, it's nads and then "still hangin"

hahahaha

- VoiD - she's too hot. My eyes will catch on fire says (3:22 PM):

and still wanna scold me summore

i must immortalize this as well.

your collection is growing by the day

Aidan * BoIng revo em pilf, nwod edispu m'I +61430792772 says (3:23 PM):

.....

idiot

- VoiD - she's too hot. My eyes will catch on fire says (3:33 PM):

this from the girl who got annoyed cos i kindly told her she was calling herself testicles...

then subsequently changed her name from nads to NUT...

which STILL MEANS TESTICLE

ok time to blog.

ohai. i'm back.

it has been 2 weeks since i came back from papua new guinea. i am loving civilization. keep meaning to start writing but how do you condense 5 weeks of kampungness into 200 words. i have a 1.5k word report to hand in by the end of march. i guess blogspot is as good a place as any to begin.

so on the 5th of jan i fly off at around 11.55 pm for my adventure to the country that is papua and new guinea. flying to brisbane takes like 1093810923 hours and i stop over for a while then fly to port moresby which is around 3 hours then an hour to alotau. if i didn't hate flying before, i hate it now. maybe being in perth is a blessing in disguise after all - i.e. my flight home is half of what carrie has to go through. less chance of being blown up, crashed, drowned, eaten by sharks, kangaroos, cannibals.

so i thought it'd be more fun to go there knowing nothing about papua new guinea. other than stories about people who eat other people and get kuru i knew nothing. only reason i even had anti-malarial prophylaxis was because i thought i wanted to experience the fun of taking mefloquine. it does nothing other than burn your stomach for about half an hour. no vivid technicolor psychedelics happened, no sir. the stories people recount about how dangerous port moresby is are all true. the walk from international to domestic was scary as hell. the outside of the airport is packed with people, all of whom are obviously not flying anywhere and just eyeing you like you're a piece of meat. there are armed guards who check your tickets/passports before they let you into the terminals and there is even a counter for you to check in your firearms.

anyway i was headed to alotau (the safe part of PNG) so they say. it is an hour's flight out to milne bay (pronounced "milen"). i met a couple of expats who've been there for a while and they say that yes, it's dangerous but you could be robbed in australia as well. fuck off. that's like saying yes, you can get hit by a car running across a busy freeway blindfolded with your pants pulled down to your ankles but you could also get hit by a car in your garage so no, it's not AS SAFE AS ANYWHERE ELSE. there is some sort of perverse pride that the PNG-ers take in knowing their city was voted the worst city in the world and one of the top places to go if you want to get raped or killed. had i done any sort of research and known about all this, i'd rather have gone to afghanistan. reading the papers there is always fun - murder, rape, corruption, and sports.

ok nevermind about crime. i learnt the meaning of endemic after going to PNG. if they say malaria is endemic to PNG it doesn't mean yes, every other year you see a few cases of malaria. no. EVERY FUCKING PERSON HAS FUCKING MALARIA. yup. if you call in sick in PNG you don't say you have the flu. you have malaria. so only serious cases are ever hospitalised. serious being cerebral malaria. other than that, there's TB coming out of their ears, and a growing HIV/AIDS problem.

i'm bored. more to come when i feel like it. sick as a dog yesterday. might have malaria. if i do, just shoot me.

Can you believe this?

Here's a man reasoning that the bumiputra population deserve their special rights because they have oh-so-generously bestowed upon the non-malays the WONDERFUL GIFT OF CITIZENSHIP.

I hope he is not representing the general view of the malay population because it would be a slap to the face knowing that for all these years the only reason why there exists biased socio-economical policies that favour the malays are simply due to the fact that they "were there first".

I am surprised this clip has not caused public outrage.


--start analogy

Can you imagine: I rent a house that has 3 rooms. I sub-rent it out to 2 people who I do not know. They cause no problems, they pay their rent on time and after 5 months of living with them they have brought positive changes to the house. They took effort to re-paint the living room, to vacuum the carpets, to throw out the garbage, to clean the oven. They even re-furnished the house on their spare time so it becomes a beautiful place to live in.

I however implemented the rule that: 1) if they are sitting on the sofa at a particular spot, I get to ask them to move 2) if they are eating a deliciously cooked piece of steak, I get to stop them halfway and demand that I have it 3) if we all share to buy a new TV, I am allowed to demand that it be placed in my room 4) if they are in the middle of the toilet and I want to brush my teeth, I have every right to ask them to leave the toilet now.

And how dare they complain that these rules are unfair? I am the bumiputra of the house and I have given you citizenship so I deserve special rights. SERIOUSLY, how can you argue with my wonderful justification for imposing such amazingly and humanly inequal laws?


--end analogy

Why is this man the leader of a university's student body? People like them are the future leaders of the nation and what would it mean for everyone else if one day he has a role in the legislation of our country's laws?

"We granted them citizenship so we are allowed special rights" - is the dumbest thing I have heard in my life.

Racism is part of human life. No where in this world is racism not evident in homes, communities, and societies. It is the very core of human instinct to be wary of a foreign looking entity. My view is, we are biologically engineered to be racist. But a millenia and more of cultural awakening has taught us that we can be better than animals because we are capable of idea and emotion. And unless we favour the lives of cavemen, then we must keep racism regressed.

Malaysia is the only country that officiates racism and puts it in the framework of her policies. It is in our homes, our schools, our tertiary centres, our economical avenues - and they mask it all behind "developing our impoverished rural population".

I remember the history of Malaysia when it was taught in school: once there was a point in time that the Chinese and Indian immigrants were negotiating a deal with the Malay people to live in the country and the consensus was citizenship but they get special rights. As a child I remember thinking, wow what a good deal because trust me, history lessons were sugared so that they made the Malay leaders of old such generous and kind people to look out for the poor Chinese and Indian immigrants that REALLY WANTED to live in Malaysia SO BADLY.

(Maybe the problem was an acute large bulk of immigrants. If our ancestors entered the country slowly, then the bumiputras would not have panicked so. hah.)

TO be fair, everybody wants to look out for themselves. But it has been 4-5 generations since and these were generations that witnessed people like Martin Luther King, Gandhi, events like the abolishment of apartheid, the segregration of black v white in America and so on. If anything, we should have learned from the world's mistakes and build upon them to be better people.

But the government wants to remain backward - for selfish purposes that need not be explained by me to you. And for that we will destroy ourselves one day unless we make a few changes around here.

The first one should be to do something about that man in the video.

First post of 2009

Raymond and Alex, you guys are on your way to world domination!

Happy new year, everyone. May this year be the best year so far!