Lunch @ Alexandra Food Market

My impending departure from ACS(I) gave me a good excuse roam the vicinity for lunch. Today's pick was Alexandra Village food market.


I think it was Tiong who previously ranted and raved about how good Depot Road Zhen Shan Mei Claypot Laksa was. Usually the queue stretches from the market for a good distance, but thankfully I was early (just how early I won't say) and avoided the hordes of Laksa-craving office workers.

Boiling Laksa was served. I made the mistake of adding chilli (see above) and was bathed in my own perspiration from the combination of a scorched tongue, burning gut and sweltering tropical heat. Nevertheless it's one of the better Laksa's I've tried.

The stall opens at 1030am and closes mid-afternoon at 330 pm. So definitely a no-no for dinner.

A stall away, a vendor sells self-brewed Grass-Jelly drink and dessert variants. The punishingly warm weather and lunch made a try almost obligatory.

I had the Grass-Jelly Longan dessert, and though not the most special, it provided a refreshing and soothing calm. Or maybe I was less appreciative and discerning because the Laksa had caused me transient dysgeusia. Either way, it complemented lunch fantastically.

Top 10 forgotten spots of paradise

.....And the winner is:

1. Tristan da Cunha

"Officially the world's remotest island, Tristan da Cunha rises out from the South Atlantic Ocean like a prehistoric volcano. Comprised of several uninhabited islands, one inaccessible island and the Nightingale Islands, this archipelago is like the lost world."

I did a little reading and research on the net and found Tristan da Cunha in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Definitely a contender for the most inaccessible place in the world.

Local inhabitants live by the sea and beside the majestic volcano that rises into the clouds.

Some other tuxedo-clad natives by the coastline.

[Complete results]

Surabaya Day 3: Mount Bromo

We finished with the handing out of IDEM brochures midway through the second day and proceeded to plan for our remaining hours.

We found this:

"Mount Bromo also Gunung Bromo, located in the Tengger Caldera, is one of the most popular tourist attractions in East Java, Indonesia. It is an active volcano and part of the Tengger massif, and even though at 2329 meters it is not the highest peak of the massif, it is the most well known."




Travel and a tour of the region was provided for by Haryono Travels at a fee of 360,000 Rp or ~SGD$57 per person.

The 4 hour drive southwards started at midnight. Our ride was comfortable with seats that we could recline completely to an impressive horizontal. I lost consciousness before we started and awoke shortly before we arrived.

Closer up the mountain, at the resort, the air was still, fresh and suprisingly cold. We knew it would be around 5 degrees celsius, but overestimated our tolerance for the chill. This was despite my 2 T shirts, 1 sweater, and borrowed jacket.

The remaining ride up to the 2,329 metre peak of Mt. Bromo, to the viewing gallery, was continued by Jeep.

We were early, and froze our asses off, waiting almost an hour for sunrise.

Also, the gallery was getting crowded, tourists and locals alike swarming the area and snapping away in the pre-dawn darkness.

Being blinded by multiple flashes from a sea of
cameras was particularly annoying.

Also at the viewing gallery the Tengger Caldera (where smoke is emerging from) can be spotted.

Next up the jeep took us to down to the Caldera itself.

We dismounted far beyond the temple and trudged in (pumice- like) ash towards the crater. Along the way locals peddled horse rides up for a mere 5,000Rp. We politely declined offers that came our way and obstinately ascended.

And after all the climing in ash, we arrived at the famed 247 steps up.

Tired, hungry, but finally staring into the mouth of Tenggar Caldera.

Recommended Reading

A semi-sci-fi modern day love story, soon to be a motion picture starring Eric Bana and Rachael McAdams.

I Caved

Lust got the better of me that day.
It was a moment of weakness, and I walked out, $409 poorer, weighed down with guilt.


But watching Lost in all its deserved 22" of 8 bit coloured glory, almost justifies the hasty, deplorable purchase made in the final hour of IT Show Mayhem.

Even the stinging reproach from my parents later could not undermine the fact that I now had the best instrument in my limited financial prowess to watch the movies and videos I so love.

It is pure beauty. And I am the beholder.

DotA

Talking to patient @ ACS

Me: Any intention to get braces done?

Patient: Huh? Bracers? No lah, unless I playing strength Hero and I'm sure I won't die early game. (Patient referring to arm armour in DOTA, on right)

He was deliberately trying to be funny, but I wasn't in a particularly jovial mood and replied with a low grunt, supressing the not-so-nice words forming in my mind.

I found out why they kept making DotA references. I spotted this poster in its full-coloured A4 glory, blazoned on a piller in the canteen.

So here I am blogging at 10:25am in the school hols, F.I.R. blaring in the background, my entire class of patients deciding not to come because, as they so accurately put it - They're training for competitions.

School seems like such a foreign place these days.

This cracked me up so much I'm sure the students outside my mobile heard me. Enjoy.

Letting go

Helped my parents clean out the storeroom.

There were the old black and white photographs of my gruff-looking grandparents, old german engineering magazines that my dad brought back from his overseas attachment in the 70's.
Then there were my things-

The badass supersoaker that was my weapon of choice against friends in the swimming pool. I was like 7? spraying wavering streams of chlorinated water with my unwieldly grasp.

The Sega Megadrive that was my reward in Primary 3 for doing well in the mid year exams, but would later cause my downfall :)

It was a chronological mess that hit me with waves of nostalgia. They're worthless now, but irreplaceable snapshots of my life from a different day and age.

My dad was reluctant to discard the dusty box of German magazines. " I might need them later," he tried to convince the rest of us, albeit unsuccessfully. "I'll get rid of them when I retire," he promised.

I looked at the relics from my past and decided they had to go. Granted they reminded me of long gone youth and innocence, but my childhood has already made me who I am, and clinging on, reminiscing old days, seems rather counter productive when I should be looking ahead. People are worth remembering, these things are not.

Because really, those memories were good, but I want better ones in time to come.

I'm doing future Sat morning duties with the worst ever combination of colleagues. To prove my point I told 2 guys the above statement and both guessed the 2 names in an instant.

I wonder who planned the revised schedule.
Was it da-Fairy? Who hates my guts for dissenting against her almighty will?
Or the black widow, who smiles at Kenneth and Charles but wags the disapproving finger in my direction.
Or Cruel Chance, punishing me for being in blissful atas schools with penance most apt, forcing me into assiduous slavery.

Someone out there hates my life a lot more than me.

Lydia Piano Version

To Zanarkand from Final Fantasy X

Guess who's playing :)

Had a patient called Wei Yi today.

Me: Hi, you are Wei Yi rite?

WY: Uh. Ya.

Waiting friends: (With gusto) Baby, 你就是我的唯一...... (Massive Laughter)

(P.S. Wei yi is the title of a certain Wang Lee Hom Song)

* * *

Waiting Student 1: 2 Men walk into a bar, the 3rd man ducked.

Waiting Student 2 (From China): Huh?

Waiting Student 1: (repeat....) 3rd man ducked, the 4th man ducked, the 5th man goose. Geddit?

Waiting Student 2: (Puzzled as hell but trying to look intelligent)

Waiting Student 3: Oh my god, you're so lame i can't see your legs.

Me: (thinking) Sheesh, I hope I wasn't this retarded when I was 15.....

Some old friends came over to my place. One of them asked about my trip to Scandinavia with the intention of going.

Dug out some old videos, photos etc. of the September '06 trip and took a stroll down memory lane. I wonder when, if ever, I will revisit the Nordic states and once again peer into the azure waters of the fjords of Norway, or steal wistful glimpses at those long unending legs of models outside nightclubs :)

Europe is often romanticised, some say there is an undeserving hype. But having been there once, I have been seduced.

Even if a Lumpar Meal costs S$17.66.

Pay Rise!

The much talked-about, long awaited pay hike is finally in effect.
Friends in NHG don't fret. Yours should be coming lah.
In any case yr Dec bonus already worth 10 months of our difference in salary :(

More salt for the old gangrenous wounds

Brother: Eh, how much do u get paid in an hour?

Me: [grumble, stoopid mental sums] uh, about $20?

Brother: Hah! My fren in army getting paid $30 an hour per student to teach piano to grade 1 students! And he doesn't need to pay income tax some more. Hah. Your pay damn low sia.

Me: Wah, that's almost double what my female colleagues earn.

Brother: [smugness permeating] Wah, u all damn loser sia.

New Theme for the New Year

Decided to make my working environment more pleasant for myself and patients alike.
For one I will be bringing my spare speakers over and playing smooth, soothing music (Lounge/ Bossa Nova etc. An example:

Tom Jobim

1. Thinking of placing some magazines for my waiting area and Tien Tien's imported female magazines spring to mind. So does the ominous vision of being censured by the school authorities and my bosses at HPB.
2. Toying with the idea of having dimmed lights like some of the town practices (and pubs). May either look classy or sleazy with really contrasting repercussions.

Any suggestions pls add comment!

Le Fort I Surgery

Something to show patients when explaining orthognathic surgery:

Our cups runneth over

A 2nd stint at wine tasting for a couple of us at Amichi's.

Wine wasn't as varied as our first visit, but hey, my personal maxim is never to spit on charity.

Beginning to think we have untapped potential to become full-fledged alcoholics.

And for the insiders who were there and the outsiders who know what I'm talking ABT - Do not feed the Monkey!

You know the expression "so easy XYZ can do it blindfolded"? Here's what it means:

Balls.

Some people are too busy playing the good guys that they think we can stop time. Or would volunteer to work way overtime.

Are they really stupid or simply out of their freakin' minds? I like to think it's a little of both.

A patient with an appointment at 4pm came in at 5:10. Anterior CR. No pain, and absolutely no chance of her dying because of the decay.

So while the nurses were busy playing their little game of tai-chi, yours truly was pissed off enough to go tell the naive little girl outside that unfortunately, time and DOs wait for no man, woman, boy or girl.
Not even Gisele Bündchen.

Okay, maybe Gisele. But just her.

And I told her to make another appointment in front of the morons that had just allowed her to register. I hope that sings a clear message to my overzealous tormentors. Poke us hard enough and we're not gonna lie there dumbly getting mind-fucked by you imbeciles. They probably bitched to her that DOs like myself lack that little bit of altruism, but hey, whose fault is it that she came late? Whose fault is it that she has decayed teeth? Whose fault is it that she believed the fools who told her that she'd be seen at 5:10?

I also find nurses who douse me with sarcasm (the bitchy, not the jovial, play play kind) extremely unpleasant and objectionable. Especially if they go around poking their heads into cubicles, trying to catch me slacking red-handed. Hey I'm slack and I HATE seeing freaking kids. I don't hide it and I can't be [unique expletive] bothered to pretend that I'm typing treatment notes or having a stomachache when all I want to do is play with facebook. I'm not THAT person.

So if some nurse decides she wants to be a snide little [<--keyword] spycam that catches DOs stretching for a minute or counting the times I visit the toilet then sure, I applaud thy patience. But if that's all you do, assisting on occasion, then I say bah! Hypocrite.

Slack den slack lah, dun pretend.

Linux Ubuntu 7.10 (Gutsy)

I honestly thought it would be a breeze.

For the uninitiated, Linux is THE open-source (read: FREE) Operating System that's out there for the masses. So yesterday, I took the plunge and installed it on my Laptop.

I was impressed with driver compatibility. No issue with difficult to find laptop drivers at all.

Open-Office, Ubuntu's answer to Micro$oft's stranglehold on word processing, presentation and spreadsheet software, worked like a charm, and really, it looks a lot better than the ancient, dated Windows XP that we love to hate.


The hurdles came when it came to installing programs. You had to learn a whole freaking language to do it. Case in point my installation of Beryl, which was supposed to grant me an uber cool Grafical User Interface (GUI).

I had to copy and spew complicated lines of codes and start figuring things out like a puzzle. But hey, I'm 25 in a few weeks. I'm a little old for that.

So alas, here I am, defeated, dejected, and reinstalling that overused copy of Windows XP, the old adage proven yet again-

If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

Compliments that have been directed to a particular counter staff at work:

"He is able to make Adeline [daughter] feel relaxed."
(yeah, just like an Osim chair)

"My child was very happy with his attention towards her. I appreciate him. Very good."
(The recep shows attention?! Why aren't your mental alarms sounding off?)

It is easy to be nice when all you do is overwork the underpaid Doctors by sending in walk-in patients who have no urgent need for treatment. This despite the eye-catching sign outside that clearly says walk-ins will not be entertained.
Try being the good guy when you're wielding the injection needle and restraining bawling, struggling kids, while the helpless mother stands guiltily in the the corner, tears streaming as if witnessing an execution.

Oh yes, maybe we should let counter staff diagnose problems and alleviate pain next time.

City of God

Powerful, graphic film. It wasn't scary until I read that it was based on a true story, and then I just thought Brazil is a really messed up place.



The second half of this clip gives a good idea of what this show is like

A colleague attempted to treat an 8 year old who thought pissing us off was really fun. So we had to reciprocate in kind.

It resembled this:


except with clothes on and less gay. Oh and we didn't have an umpire either, though that would have been funny.

So there we were after the devil's offspring had left, working the think tank, wondering how we can better manage kids like these in future.

1. Pills

Diazepam 5mg Stat 1 Hr before treatment. Wati or Mr Chan can help distribute at counter. Forget the prescription. We want your kids to be HAPPY!
Disgruntled parents are encouraged to have some too.







2. Tasers

Nothing says "I care" like 1,000 kilo Volts through the body. Side effects include pain and death.





3. Blowpipes

Probably can get this from some African Shaman off E-bay. Or a toy store in China. Poison darts sold separately. Batteries not included.




4. Papoose Board

Ok, maybe this is a little more elaborate than the conventional ones, but still an essential in every pedo clinic.

Californication: The second coming

Showtime is getting ready to engage in some more "Californication."

Cabler has greenlit a second season of the David Duchovny starrer, which has emerged as a frosh hit. Twelve additional episodes of the half-hour comedy have been ordered, with lensing expected to start in April.

After a strong debut last month, "Californication" has impressed Showtime execs by adding viewers. Its last three Monday premiere telecasts have averaged 18% more viewers than the show's Aug. 13 debut, scoring Showtime's best ratings for a new series since 2004.

Most cable shows tend to premiere well and then lose eyeballs, making "Californication's" perf all the more encouraging for Showtime.

When the multiple weekly plays of "Californication" are added up, skein is averaging just shy of 2 million viewers each week and is holding onto roughly 90% of its "Weeds" lead-in. Showtime is seen in about 14 million homes.

"Californication" is the latest in a string of success stories for Showtime and entertainment prexy Robert Greenblatt. Other shows that have performed solidly for the net recently include "Weeds," "Dexter," "The Tudors" and "Brotherhood."

Wine tasting at Amici Italian Restaurant


Clueless about texture, acidity, but at least able to distinguish red from white.

Word of the day

Slave /sleɪv/ [sleyv] –noun
1. a person who is the property of and wholly subject to another; a bond servant.

2. a person entirely under the domination of some influence or person: a slave to a drug.

Usage: My employer does not believe in increasing our salaries to counter inflation, pays us in a day what our counterparts earn in an hour or less, and does not allow us to seek additional employment. We're almost slaves.

Michael Moore's "Sicko".

A rousing documentary about HMOs, dirty politics and healthcare. Makes you think quite a bit. Recommend watching it.

Pittance of a salary has arrived. Rejoice. Now I can afford lunch for another month.

Pickup Artists

Read "The Game" by Neil Strauss a year ago. Here's the ABC feature.

Today I was at the Health Promotion Board.

Today I performed an exorcism. Or tried to anyway.

He came in, plump, half-tearing, and all of 4 and a half years of age, clinging on to his grandmother for dear life. Siwen's prior entry in his case notes had warned me to expect the worse, and so I was prepared, heart-hardened and ready to do my work.

He was meek and offered little resistance, as long as his anxiety was allayed by kisses from his grandmother (at his insistence), a somewhat grotesque public display.

With the tools of my trade brandished, gleaming from the overhead incandescent light, I attempted to halt the decadence that was eating his teeth away, a mortal remedy to this suffering soul. He sobbed, begging me to cease, pleading for his grandmother to whisk him away. I succeeded in my first measure of healing.

Triumphant, and a tad bit devil may care from the small victory, I missed the signs - the increased intensity of clutching of the grandmother's hand, the pitiful whimpering transitioning into louder cries. I had roused the demons from within, and now it was my cross to bear.

The transmogrification gripped me with unexpected suddenness. While trying to restore form and function, he grabbed my hand, my instruments, in a violent struggle that could have been a danger to him and my license. The wailing started, with intermittent blood curdling shrieks that wouldn't have been out of place in brutal medieval inquisitions.

We summoned for help. My assistant restrained his right arm, while another pinned down his epileptic torso and flailing legs. Yet another held down his head. His grandmother had the unenviable task of clasping his left arm as i resumed my task. And I was so close to finishing.

His grandmother, torn between emotions and reasoning, loosened her grip and the left hand came, swinging at mine.

"Le gia yi eh chiu, mai pang diao" my assistant barked to the hesitating grandmother, and she recovered from her absence seizure.

I purged that 1 demon called #65o caries. But I had left scars.

Some, like that cut near at the buccal mucosa, will heal. It's the wound on the mind and soul, the irrepressible seed of fear that has been planted, and certain to bear fruit of terror, that's going to be a problem. But not my problem.

Because tomorrow, I'll be back at RGS :)

Californication

Californication.
So good, i felt compelled to write about it here.

Alexandra Village Hawker Centre
2 x Carrot Cakes

Rong Guang BBQ Seafood:
Fried Baby Squid
Fried Chicken Wings
Sambal Stingray
Kang Kong
mysteriously delicious fried stuff

Old Punggol Satay:
30 sticks of satay

Foray into wakeboarding

Trans-sister Radio

This book's a little different, with the centric theme of transgenderism, exploring the issues and woes of those who strive for acceptance as the opposite gender. Fictitious accounts of family and friends also shed insights into their thoughts and emotions .

Suprisingly pleasant to read with an unexpected end.

Different, but is it wrong to be different?

It's the start of TV Season again. Here's the TV junkie's programme guide for weeks to come:

Mon - Family guy/ Desperate Housewives
Tue - Heroes, Prison Break
Wed - House M.D. (yeah!)
Thur - Dirty Sexy Money (New series by ABC)/ South Park
Fri - C.S.I./ My name is Earl

and
Sat/Sun - EPL

Too bad Lost only starts next year.
Who needs Mediacorp, MobTV, MioTV or Starhub?

Lucky Prata at Lucky Plaza. Love the curry chicken.

"Gym" session at Tiong Bahru Market.
Highly recommend the Lor Mee, Chee Chong Fun, Chwee Gui, Ba Kut Tei etc.
Not in picture: Weisong, Jingrong, and Moi

It sucks to be the middle guy in the cinema with the bag of popcorn on your lap. Occasionally the folks on the sides drop popcorn onto your groin.
If you have friends who unapologetically pick those up, it's time to get new friends.

At the Penang Food place near Coronation Plaza.
Only $6/- per pax!

Osstem 2007

I need a new football. Argh.

Lunch at Vivo City's Food Republic. Song bo?

A Glimpse of Mobile 18 in a brief moment of calm.

Hotel Rwanda

Hotel Rwanda was a crash course into understanding the conflicts between the Hutu and Tutsi people, as well as recreating the scenes of the 1994 genocide of approximately a million people.

The ridiculous thing is Hutus and Tutsis aren't different races. Tutsis were "anyone with more than ten cows or a long nose". And this distinction was made by, *gasp gasp* of all people, Belgians. It's like some white folks went over, measured their noses, counted their cattle, and stamped either "Hutu" or "tutsi" on their ID. That's their big divide.

Next time they'll one-up it. We'll make them play oh-ah-peh-ah-som. Palms up will start the ball rolling and stab a few palm down folks. Hey, any good excuse to murder a few of your fellow man rite?

And you wondered why most of Africa is in its existing state of affairs.

* * *

"We all knew we would die, no question. The only question was: how? Would they chop us in pieces? With their machetes they would cut your left hand off. Then they would disappear and reappear a few hours later to cut off your right hand. A little later they would return for your left leg, etc.—they went on till you died. They wanted to make you suffer as long as possible. There was one alternative: you could pay soldiers so they would just shoot you. That's what her [Tatiana's] father did."

—Paul Rusesabagina in Humo, nr. 3365, March 1, 2005

I loved "Bourne Ultimatum". The girls weren't too impressed though. Wanyi fell asleep, Linlin had a mild panic attack, and Siwen, well, she didn't like the ending.

The Girls don't get it.

GF: SDA newsletter is going to be a lifestyle magazine, I'm going to write up the Sports section, featuring Newcastle United, and occasionally Birmingham and the others.

* * *

GF: Hey Den, join SDA newsletter committee leh, Bran and YH also inside.
Bran (looking stunned): Huh? I am meh?

Is it just me or is SDA spamming my physical mailbox.

Enlarge your job scope!

Gain 35 CDE Hours!

Implants!

Father-son conversation again.

Dad: Today my colleage asked his student what was 55 + 15. The student proudly declared "75!". My colleage asked him to think again and give him the answer at the end of lesson. The student thought hard. When the bell rang he said "Sir, 75 wat!".

Constantly amazed when students hand me their consent forms.

Student 1: Tan XXX XXX Jerk
Me: Er... your name is, uh Jerk?
Student1 : It's Je- ric
Me: Oh, cos your i and c stuck together i thought was k. So sorry.

* * *

Student 2: Chia Yxxx Jxxx. Consent form was signed by Soh XXXX XXXX (Mother)
Me looking at Indian guy: Ok. stop playing around, pass me your consent form.
Chia: Huh? That IS my consent form.
Me: uh, ok.....

* * *
Nurse: It's raining, I'll pass you my umbrella
Waiting students (in unison): ella, ella, eh, eh.....

Football

Student S, who in my previous entry irrelevantly declared he was fit as a fiddle, approached Charles and I whilst we were having a quick canteen break, thumbing through EPL news on Violet's Newpaper.

S: Eh dentist, remember me or not?
Me: How could I forget, you're S rite?
S (face brightens): Yah!
Charles: Eh S, you're in the soccer team rite?
S (beaming): Yah!
Me: Oh? What position?
S: Centre-mid

There and then I wished I could join him and co. for a game, my feet yearning to dribble the ball, not-so-deftly performing comical stepovers, making my less than accurate diagonal crosses to stunned opponents, and slotting the ball pass my helpless keeper.

Football has its way of bringing people together.

That 25th Percentile and below

Moved from my ivory tower in RGS to a school in the heartlands. The real world.

Had a warm reception with students banging on the outside of the mobile clinic. They displayed keen interests in dentistry, exploring my cabinets of equipment. Their acutely inquisitive minds worked overtime to perplex us with questions that left us stumped.

Student: Eh, doctor, wat's eli-leptic fit?
Colleague: That form is for your parents to fill.
Student: Fit? (Points to right bicep) Eh I very fit wan.


* * *

A couple of kleptomaniacs who helped themselves to my gloves was enough for me to tuck the handphone lying on the table away.

Last canteen break in RGS.

* * *

Had a chat with Dad and told him of Day 1 in the 'hood. He, a teacher at "the global leader in technical education", laughed it off.
"That's nothing. These people are only 15 years old. They're harmless. When they come over to my school their much bigger and more rebellious. Then what can you do?

" My students don't come half the time. And the school is afraid to expel them because then the school would have less funds and the staff would be accused of poor motivational abilities. There's no way to enforce discipline. And at the end of the day the students rate the teachers."

I recall last week when he had to send a student to the polyclinic to be treated for injuries after being assulted by classmates. Dad witnessed the entire incident and yet the college pugilists are still in school, instead of a more apt confinement in Changi.

The things fathers do to feed their children and send them through universities. "Hey, you're 60 next year, it's time to retire." I replied, and he laughed, like it never crossed his mind.

"Speak their language, be patient and don't get angry," he dispensed his father-to-son advice before going to bed, "after all, these people represent a quarter of Singapore."

The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini

"... I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night."

Loved this book.
Loved the wondrous, heartbreaking tale, so intricately woven,
Loved the way those simple words explored recesses i never knew existed,
Loved it for the maudlin tinge, the bittersweet aftertaste, and the indelible impression on my soul.

The book to read, a thousand times over.

Dentistry: Class of 2007

Short version of our commencement video. I'm happy to have been in this class.

Grad trip to Nepal.

Trekking in the Annapurna conservation area after finishing our final exams.

Bewitched, Bothered, and bewildered.

by Rod Steward

[Rod Stewart]
After one whole quart of brandy
Like a daisy I awake
With no Bromo Seltzer handy,
I don't even shake.

[Cher]
Men are not a new sensation;
I've done pretty well, I think.
But this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink

I'm wild again
Beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

[Rod Stewart]
Listen, baby
I couldn't sleep
And wouldn't sleep
Until I could sleep where I shouldn't sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

[Cher]
Lost my heart but what of it?
My mistake I agree.

[Rod Stewart]
Oh she's such a laugh, and I love it
Although the laugh's on me.

[Cher]
Oohh I'll sing to him
Bring spring to him
And worship the trousers that cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

Oh you're so cute
Oh she's kept enough, she's slept enough
And yet, where it counts she's adept enough

[Cher] Aha

[Both]
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

[Cher]
When he talks he is seeking
Words to get off his chest.

[Rod Stewart]
Horizontally speaking
She's at her very best.

[Both]
Oh we've seen a lot
I mean a lot
And now we're like sweet seventeen a lot
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I
Oh, we're vexed again
Perplexed again
Thank God we can't be over-sexed again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

IT Show 2007

Bought a whole bunch of thumb drives for my classmates, who were either to preoccupied or lethargic to haul themselves over to Suntec City for the IT show 2007. Went around looking for the cheapest Thumbs and SD cards around.

The cheapest i could find as follows:

A few minor adjustments

I bought a couple of items from SLS yesterday. Sorta like Birthday and Christmas gifts to myself.
My Coolermaster Elite 330 with side windows & Samsung Lightscribe Capable 18X DVD writer.
Total damage of $143. Ouch.

Lightscribe is a really cool feature that I've coveted for some time. It allows the labelling of Lightscribe enabled DVDs. Here I've created my own Heroes disc.

And of course the mandatory room cleanup for the New Year. My neighbours must hate me for using the vacuum cleaner at night.
Also must show off my toys.

Norway 2006

Proceeded to Norway after our student exchange programme in Sweden. Visited Stavanger and climed up to Prekestolen (pulpit rock). Also went to Bergen and the nice places around the city. BEAUTIFUL.

Student Exchange - Sweden 2006

My student exchange in Karolinska University in Sweden this year, plus the loads of fun that we had.

What dentists do to Cavities

Here's an old clip that we used for Dental Public Health.
Stars Weisong.
Lulin and Stanley cameo.
Rating to be advised.

Redang Trip Compilation Video

The dental guys and me in Redang. Some of the girls cameo too.

Where the Hell is Matt?

I wish I could travel all over the freakin' planet like that