Aunty is my friend
Aunty is my friend.
May 20, 2008
June 24, 2006
Toilet Humour
January 17, 2006
Rude Awakening
Today i'am going to tell you a very personal story about a girl whom i've knowned for quite a while.
Just when i woke up at about 3:30pm today, a girl whose actively been in my msn for about 3 or 4 years messages me. Apparently she has also messaged me on the mobile yesterday, the messages run along like this. For the sake of both simplicity and privacy, we shall just name this girl KM
[MOBILE MSGS]
KM : hey can i request something ? can you be my guitar teacher or something ? haha. =P..
sec : aha umm whose this ?
KM : ****** (thats her name) this is sector right ?
sec : yeah. I'am not very good and i play the classical guitar, so if you should get a proper teacher instead.
[MOBILE MSG SESSION ENDS]
So today again, she messages me in MSN. However in the painful fit of being backstabbed by someone whom i've helped so much, i've accidentally closed the msn window - so this following conversation is being pieced back by memory instead, to the best of my ability to recall.
[MSN MSG SESSION]
KM : Can you teach me how to play guitar ?
sec: I'am not very good, you should try to get some tabs and learn from there.
KM : where can i get them ?
sec : google
KM : My guitar is out of tune
sec : there are online tuners from the internet too, you just download them and they will play notes on your speakers. you then tune the guitar to those notes.
*** brief pause ***
KM : which way does it start first ? from the first string or the last string?
sec : it starts with the thickest string first, and ends with the thinnest string. i know both of them are E, but i dont remember the stuff in between
KM : (i dont really remember what she said, but i believe she expressed confusion)
sec : the thickest string is the lowest sounding one, the thinnest string has the loudest pitch
KM : can you just tell me which string is B ? it is the 2nd string.
sec : i dont know
sec : google for it
KM : asshole
sec : :)
KM : (some other offensive sentence/word/phrase i cant really remember)
sec : you want me to help you, and i've helped you out to the best of my ability.
sec : why dont you stop asking me for shit here and there if you want to be such an ass
sec : i'am sorry to say this but you suck
sec : you'll be blocked
KM : you too ~~
KM : (some other profanity that i dont remember)
[MSN MSG SESSION ENDS]
... and she changes her msn name to something along the lines and to the effect of " sector is gay , is such an asshole (profanity profanity) "
Now thats what i would call, a rude awakening. What a bad way to start a day :(
Throughout perhaps these 3 or 4 years, she's been asking me on msn questions about O'levels maths and biology, to which when i am not seriously preoccupied, i would give in effort to help and teach her. So i'am rather sort of like an online teacher to her. She's also worked at my dads company for a while and recently shes been asking me to get her employment, to which i've told her to get and fill in application forms from the showrooms. But shes hesitant and is lazy to get the forms, to which she asks if it is alright if her parents got it for her. I said it was alright and suddenly shes now interested in guitars.
Personally i feel quite devastated for someone whom i've helped so long to throw profanities at me. But shit happens and i've seen enough of that in life to know that this is but the fundamental essense of the human condition and i accept this as part of life.
I guess sometimes in life we give in to the people we are fond of in life, and they do not give back. That is call unconditional love. But sometimes rather than giving back, they bite back. And I guess thats call backstabbing. Thats one aspect of life we all have to accept.
P.S: So dear KM, i forgive you for being only human.
But your still blocked on my msn :P and i'am not going to help you out anymore :P
I too, am but only human.
December 18, 2005
My Entertaining Horror Dreams
During these few months of November and December, I've had a plethora of horror dreams which I found immensely enjoyable. Now it occured to me at a young age when i was dreaming, that i was dreaming (reread this sentence if you dont get it) and subsequently I had the will to do whatever i wanted in my dreams. This revelation doesnt come everytime I dream, but definitely comes everytime i encounter something extra-ordinary or in this case, supernatural. And i would either assume the role of my hapless character, or choose to defy my dream's scripting.
The earliest dream experiences i can remember of myself realizing that i was dreaming was that when for some unknown reason i jumped off the 4th storey of a building near my school when i was 9 or 10. Interestingly i didnt die and i found the falling experience exhilirating, so i reclimbed the stairs back upto the 4th floor and kept on jumping until i woke up.
Now without further ado, i present to you My Entertaining Horror Dreams of november/december 2005.
Golems by the Roadside.
This dream starts with me driving up the hills in Subok, I tried playing around with google earth in hope of showing you what subok is , but i guess google isnt interested in Brunei, so subok is just a very hilly and curvy region in brunei with proper single laned (one to and one fro) roads. As i was driving in my Camry (4th Gen Vienta) up these hills, I saw the rough silhoutte of a person. At first i thought it was a ladyboy of which at dark nights many loiter around the streets of the capital but on closer examination i realized it was a creature of sorts, draped in black robes with the cape covering partially the face. As i drived past this thing, i noticed he had a red crackled face with spiteful black pupiless eyes and a very crooked mischiveous yet equally sinister smile, the texture of his face was that of granite uneven and rough and totally red. I gave no heed to it, and continued on my driving.
After another few minutes of driving, again i see such creatures, this time in a company of three, and they started waving at me for the sake of all that was pure. I drove past them again, with their grotesque faces and eyes fixated on me and then suddenly i realized the sheer absurdity of it all. I knew it then and there that i was dreaming but yet continued on my vehicular journey in my trapped alter-reality until i saw a pack of 5 such creatures. Finding myself filled with hate and malice for such vile creatures i drove my camry straight into them hoping if not to kill, atleast severely injure some of them but to my utter horror, my car started to slow down and finally came to stop. At this moment i wouldnt dare to think of what would happen to me as these creatures started circling my car and probably wondered who this crazed hit and run driver was and I willed myself to wake up and so I did. Feeling the broad range of human emotions on the baser spectrum made this dream really fun.
Reappearing Act
Now in this dream for some reason or the other , i was talking to 5 really pretty schoolgirls wearing sailor fuku uniforms in some dark opulent place which sort of resembled a void with transparent flooring so it would appear as though everyone was floating in space while they were really standing on glass. To the left of me i saw this rough vertical rectangle with light pouring forth from it and this resembled an entrance of sorts.
While i was chatting with the girls, i noticed from the corner of my eye, a figure with white drapes and long hair that covered her face - the typical asian female ghost - floating by at speed of perhaps 0.8m/s which was sort of fast considering that most asian ghosts dont usually move at all. Knowing instantly that this was another [insert expletive] dream, i chatted while maintaining my gaze on the floating spectre. The ghost would enter the entrance a few times and then suddenly appear from another area, moving in random linear directions everytime.
Suddenly, almost as though i expected it, the ghost appeared immediately infront of me, and i instictively hit it as hard as i could on its head. Now the normal response for any normal human when they see a floating spectre would be to run like hell, but of course the mischievous me couldnt resist the temptation to do something so daring in a dream - which is by far the most sensory rich experience we can ever hope to have apart from the reality we live in in our wakeful lives. If you ever wanted to know how smacking a ghost would feel like, the safest and most enriching experience would be to do it in a dream. And so I hit it. And to my shock and amazement, all the other 5 pretty school girls i was talking to suddenly turned into equal versions of the ghost in question. Now again i was like omg, and willed myself to be awake and yet again i found myself exhilirated with fun-filled horror overflowing me. Experiences you could never get from any movie or book or music.
The Paranoid Mother.
In this dream, i was a younger version of myself, but still conciously myself as of 2005 so i wasnt mumbling incoherently or doing stupid things like i used to do when i was young. Here it seems the dream starts off with me in observer mode, being some sort of a floating entity in third person view that observed the events prior to my own participation. I would think that this was the most interesting dream of all three. So here it goes.
I see a mother, rather pretty and reminiscent of the typical japanese mother but with a slightly crazed and paranoid look on her face. But then i guess i wouldnt have realized that had i not completed the dream, the expression of her first impression. And i see her befriending a cute dog of sorts, a brown little furry mutt and leading the animal home. After a while the scene shifts and i see that she is cooking some kind of stew in a huge cauldron adding to it globs of flesh which upon closer examination i realize are ripped off organs from the abdomen of the dog i saw earlier on. Then the scene shifts.
In the next scene, i'am back in first person mode and once again i see the same mother. This time befriending me instead (omg the horror!), but for some reason i realize not her ulterior motives and follow her home. The next scene again shows her cooking yet another vat of organ stew. This time i'am in third-person, observer mode again and i know that those organs probably belonged to me though this is only implied.
The scene shifts one final time and I see her bringing her vat of human and animal organ soup into a room with her ailing son and feeding him the concoction. Everything fades out after this.
In that particular dream, i wasnt aware of the state of reality i was in and didnt realize it was a dream until i woke up. This was probably one of the most macabre dreams i've ever had.
~fin~
Now i suppose some people are never aware that they are ever in a dream until they wake up. But i'am not a psychologist and i dont really know about how other people dream apart from myself. I surmise that people who are not concious of their dream-states have a lack of willpower. Perhaps this quote will help:
... to have the Serenity to accept what cannot be changed, Courage to change what can be changed and Wisdom to know the difference - Serenity Prayer
I hope you enjoyed reading about my dreams. Do email me at sector5@gmail.com if you have any particularly interesting dreams to share :)
December 16, 2005
High Ankle Sprain
When I was in form (secondary) two and i guess thats roughly equivalent to year 6 or 7, I was playing soccer along the secondary school corridor of my class which was in the second level about a storey high. Somehow i got a bottle of redbull and drank it and subsequently the ball fell off the corridor onto the ground below. Instictively perhaps due to a combination of both adrenaline and caffeine, i jumped off the corridor to fetch it. In my haste, i landed on the ground with only my left foot. The impact caused my left knee to shoot up to my left shoulder as i landed and bruised it. I stood up - still being high and realized my foot gave way.
So on I went without a cast for 2 months. Instead of a trip to the orthopedics, dad gave me a bottle of black traditional chinese medicine. I insisted on the orthopedics, but oh well, what value was a 14 year old's opinion to the egoistical mighty adults of which we now belong to. So i made do with the black chinese goo and my life went on.
Until...
I realized that everyday after the day i did streneous exercise involving heavy foot work (running, basketball, rope jumping), my ankle would hurt like michael jackson performing live infront of you grabbing his crotch and screaming (grab crotch = pain => scream, and still everyone wonders why he screams). Being the sentient and concerned being that I am, i read up on ankle sprains online. I would like to give you my own definition of high ankle sprain, but i believe the professional one by an MD is more relevant to some of my friends who are studying medicine and might find me incoherent.
A high ankle sprain injures the large ligament above the ankle that joins together the two bones of the lower leg. These two bones, the tibia (shin bone) and fibula, run from the knee down to the ankle. They are joined together by this ligament called the "syndesmosis" or "sydesmotic ligament." - Jonathan Cluett, M.D
And according to myself, the ligament above my ankle joining the tibia and the fibula hurts __every__fucking__time__ i play basketball or go hiking. Now i'am not a medical professional, and so i cannot diagnose myself. But the apparent treatment of high ankle sprains is either to cast up your leg for 6 weeks - which is fine and dandy - or to have surgery to insert a sysdesmotic screw into my fibula and tibia - which is OMFG!!
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Perhaps i will seek treatment during these few months of idling while waiting for my results and subsequently university. I've always wanted to try those cool walking sticks. I dont remember what they are called - the two aluminium sticks on which you prop yourself up by putting it to your armpit, but they appeal to the infantile-me. I'am also thinking of scantily clad nurses, but we all know that thats simply because i've been reading too much doujinshi. Note that i do not pride myself on reading too much manga or watching too much anime though given , i have read too much manga and watched too much anime but the defining difference is that i do not run around with a naruto metal plate or memorize the jitsu movements that they use or any other little detail.
Till then i'll let you guys know whats up with my left ankle if i do decide to do anything about it.