It''s a Trash Can Blog where all you can find here are quips and blah blahs thrown from a person kicked to the other side of Malaysia, only to play with dogs, cats, lembu(s), kambing(s) etc ...
This particular blog is also a part-time photoblog.
And yes, this is a sequelae of the Friendster blog.
Me ... d' goreng
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This is Leo the Roaring Tuah
She's a tiny blur dot that hails from from Kuching and is currently thrown into the alien world of veterinary medicine 'over the sea'. She likes to trash around with the bits and pieces in this thing called life.
Being blue is part of her culture. (blue shirt, blue bed sheets, blue mind @_@)
If you are one of those idiots whom ambik hati (english translation: eat every word she said) with what she craps around here, read this.
I've designed this blog-skin myself. I do not extract and modify anyone else's skin this time. Even the photos are mine. If you would like to use this blog skin, the templates or the pictures, e-mail me first before starting off with anything. It took me a whole sleep-deprived day to figure out how to create this.
Warghh... It's Gawai tomorrow! Stucked in this mudhole for another 2 weeks and cannot go back and have a fine time visiting and drinking tuak... Sigh...
Well, to the Ibans and Bidayuhs and other indigenous races in Sarawak that celebrate the Harvest Festival of Rice,
Selamat Hari Gawai, Gayu Guru Gerai Nyamai.
Have a fun time bergila-ing whereever you can but moderately la. Don't go driving into the drain after drinking cans and cans of beer and see yourself timbus by tanah after that. Iboh naya diri, camne keluarga kitak mauk survive klak?
And nooo... Melanaus do not celebrate Gawai.. HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE TO SAY?!? We celebrate Pesta Kaul, something like praising the god of the sea for the harvest of fish (other than being sago farmers, majority are also fishermen) and that is usually around monsoon season.
Despite being unlucky enough for not being able to go back especially for Gawai, and having to come back to this mudhole during the Rainforest Music Festival in early July (*cry**cry*), I still have another 73% of luck to go...
Your Luck Quotient: 73%
You have a high luck quotient. More often than not, you've felt very lucky in your life. You may be randomly lucky, but it's probably more than that. Optimistic and open minded, you take advantage of all the luck that comes your way.
Cur poenam cordi parvo damus, why give punishment to lesser hearts
W00t! My watercolour painting entry for the above RK contest has been approved! Yehs! Hopefully can win something (:P)
Yeah, to some of you it's lame, but it's a different story for me who has been a fanatic for RK since...uh.. first seeing the series in 2002 (though Monique, my ex-schoolmate was the first of the few persons I know who got hooked to it initially). The painting is not a big deal since I've lost the touch in traditional art since entering vet... But there's more to come...
Sigh, no time la, what to do. But ever since starting practical here and concurrently my TV is busted, what else can I do beside painting and reading up for the next day's cases?
Huhuu... sedihnya...
Oh, and since my TV is rosak, so terpaksa have to re-watch whatever series and movies I have in hand, but then no regrets lah, since I get to watch FFVII's Advent Children again and finally able to understand the whole plot in the end! And Yakusoku no Chi's haunting choral of "The Promised Land" kept on playing in my head until now! Wahlew... but the lyrics cukupmenyedihkan, couldn't help picturing it singing about the young Aids victims and underpriviledged children cared by Kak Pi and Daphne Ling...
Yeah, Malaysia is the Promised Land, but even in the promised land promises are seldom fulfilled...especially evident by seeing these people...
Cur in gremio haeremus?
Why do we cling together?
Cur poenam cordi parvo damus?
Why give punishment to lesser hearts?
Stella nobis non concessit, non concessit (x2)
The stars did not forgive us, did not forgive us (x2)
Venarum pulsus in terram fluens, in terram fluens
The throbbing pulse flows through the earth, flows through the earth
Parvus pulsus
A tiny pulse
Cor mortem ducens
A heart drawn to death
Vita mollis in stellam redeunt
A gentle life returns to the stars
Animam sacrificare necesse est?
Must souls be sacrificed?
Cur in gremio, in gremio haeremus?
Why do we cling, cling together?
Cur veniam petimus
Why do we beg for forgiveness
In terra fatali?
In the promised land?
Crap, I feel an ear infection coming up in my right ear...
"Explain, explain, as I turn to meet the power..."
For the 5 th time in just one month, people have stumped me with this question:
"What are you going to do after you graduate?"
Maybe it's because of quite alot of seniors now opting to work in the faculty. Or maybe it's because of the term "final year" which I'll be entering in a few weeks time.
Hmm...
To answer the question seriously, I don't know. It's not that I'm not worried about the future, I have a rough plan in mind on what I might probably do, but many things can change in just one year that can change that plan. I don't abhor changes, but looking at the way I am now, I'm just too blur and confused to comprehend them. Shaking the foundations of this plan is that 'what if'.
What if the government decided to call me into their service since I'm bonded under their scholarship? I have very little interest in large animal industry, though goats and poultry are the few of my fav topics after small animal. And to think that the government bond is going to last 7-8 years... That's almost a decade of my life seating in the office doing management work and handling idiosyncrasies from the top departments! I'm not like my dad, patient enough to handle this while surfing through all the paperworks. I love to be in the field, doing work directly on animals, not dealing with management fracas! The only consolation I have is that the past two batches haven't be called yet, so hopefully for my year they won't. But it's hard to say...
What if I don't have the skills that truly pictures a professional veterinarian? I don't want to end up doing lab stuff (no offence to lab workers or those stuck in labs yah!) and not practicing what I've learnt and slaved through all that years! As what the large animal clinician here once mentioned, "You may have all the book knowledge and grades, but when it's different when it comes to actually doing the work". I may have other soft skills, but when it comes to the veterinary profession, do I have what it takes to be a doctor of the sick?
What if I'm not cut out for research works? Or even financially for that matter? I've felt a 'research calling' since the beginning of 4th year (thanks to Research Method, while others don't get it, I do understand it) especially when it comes to small animal parasitology and cardiovascular medicine. But due to the indiscipline attitude of mine, I tend to procrastinate and do things last minute. I have, in my heart, to further on into my masters, if possible outside of Malaysia ever since my dad proposed it to me, but I'm not an A-grade or "OUTSTANDING" student or financially-able for that matter. I don't want my dad to fork out anymore money for me especially when it comes to my siblings to support too. So this option will have to be kept in view until the resources come.
A bit fragile and dependent on your friends, you're not nearly as hostile as you seem. You are balanced, easy to get along with, and quite serious. However, you can get angry and fed up with those around you. And you aren't afraid to show it!
It must have been the formalin screwing up my head. Or the smell of rotten flesh. Or the sight of disintegrating livers and eyes. Or the touch of gritty intestinal contents...
WAHHAHAA... Enough to make you puke already?
Anyways, this is for the ex-band members of my time, Crest of Nobility is one of my fav symphonic renditions (still remembered reading it for the first time in Form 3).
Ahh, the school life... where kids can dream freely and still not get disappointed...
Pardon the poor quality, downloaded it from Dutchtown Middle School Band Website. Susah lah want to find for good quality ones.
Had enough with all the trashing posts lately. Need some serotonin to cure my headaches.
Good news for those back in Kuching who lovingly adore the sweet creamy taste of chocolate cheese cakes (other than I lene's one, that one cannot buy anywhere wan)...
New York Chocolate Cheese cake... HERE I COME! Now I don't need to drool in KL's branch only when I can drool over it back at home! YEY! And now I have a place to drag my daddy who is a cheese cake addict himself!
For those who want to know where is it, does anyone remember the old Upwell supermarket near Ban Hock road just down from the junction where there is a hotel and the Indian temple (or the old PBK branch for that matter)?
Secret Recipe is just opposite it.
Warghh...cannot wait to go back home, got another 4 weeks and 5 days to go... And my pockets and hair are wearing thin from all the Maggie Mee and having to pay for house rent and bills.
That aside, saw these in the online Borneo Post for updates back at home:
Hohoho... Padan muka. Not enough kena tangkap polis, kena tangkap by the judge and YB again! Where can the parents hide their faces now and blame everyone else?
More hohohoho... That just beats the purpose of my mom burning my bro's Doraemon and Sin Chan comics like what, 14 years back? And to think that he ended up begging my aunty to buy more comics anyway, not books.
It's Post Mortem week for me this 2 weeks, so it's opening-the-carcasses and sneezing-due-to-the-formaline season. Hip hip hooray for me...Yeah right...See if I can post up some gross pictures for all to see .. *grin evil-ishly*
PS. to Alex: Yeah, my previous post title is from Bleach's ending song.
Stupid uni putting up firewalls against blogspot. Now I could not even screen my own blog posts for mistakes. Not enough with that, the freaking department of security closed the gates into the uni! What, no wonder UPM can be equalled to universiti pegawai malas. So susah ka to open the old flat gate just for like what, 10 hours in the day time? That's what you all did every Saturday, considering today is not public holiday again!
Stupid next door 10-year old boys trying to be what, kononnya gangster sekolah? Lambasted them just now for their superb talents of making noises and GAMBLING RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE! Fuck you all! FUCK! What kind of humans are you anyways? Homo dufus??? Not enough with threatening you all by dragging your parents to see what you drew on our door, you still got the guts to PLAY FIRE IN FRONT OF THE HOUSE! Not enough with my housemate being super pissed with you all because of that hah!?
Stupid dog. Yeah, I got a dog, a puppy that is FREAKISHLY DISOBEDIENT SUPER HYPERACTIVE chewer. Yeah, pissed because she BIT THE WASHING MACHINE WIRE INTO 2!!! OH THE HORRORS! I don't mind my housemate wanting and keeping the dog, but the one thing I couldn't stand about that dog is her never-ending chewing habit and cerewet-ing about dog food! WARRGHHH!!!
*Blood glucocorticoid levels on the rise, hyper-stress leukogram*
P.S. Pardon the obscenities. That's what I am when tempers flare.
Just saw a group of officially-good to graduate-vet seniors screaming their heads off congratulating and hugging each other while a few leap and run about reverting back to happy kids.
Shit.
In one year time, what they're experiencing now will be ours.
8 weeks and 4 days before we are officially the oldest DVM seniors in the faculty.
And the first in line to bear the brunt of tongue-lashings and sharp criticisms from clinicians and lecturers. With work-loads twice the ones in 4th year and clinical conferences to give. And the gruelling comprehensive written and oral exams to end it all.
Crap. I don't even know whether I have enough knowledge to teach the juniors. Or to answer rains of questions confidently. Or to face one-on-one with the clinicians.
" ... Blogs and bloggers have come under the microscope once again but for the most part the people complaining haven't the faintest idea what blogging is all about, to the point that it's almost embarrassing... ... There are millions of blogs and some of the most interesting ones are those written by people who are, for example, cancer survivors who write about how they cope with everyday life and people who live in war zones like Iraq who give literally an insider’s view of the conflict... ... The wonderful thing about blogging is that it allows an individual to give voice to their thoughts when there are few other avenues available. Some of these thoughts are not necessarily positive and it has always mystified me why people complain about “political” bloggers who generally can make very erudite comments about national issues, and then say nothing about the fascist and racist bloggers who write under the guise of religion ..."
Good kick-in-the-ass one, Marina. Those unexperienced, miseducated wailers and bull-shit crappers in the Parliament should go for a crash-course on blogging instead of pointing their bullshit-laden fingers to us bloggers in general. I don't like being involve in politics, but when it comes to politics ripping at my rights to WRITE A JOURNAL ON THE NET, that is something I won't tolerate.
Cannot help but need to comment on this while skimping through today's NST news:
What the hell with the prejudice with dogs har? All worms, all parasites, all blame it on the dogs. How about cats? Hamsters? Rabbits? They are not all clean and 'suci' anyway.
ESPECIALLY CATS. Can you imagine how many parasites they can give to a child, more ever even for pregnant women and adult men themselves!
There's TOXOPLASMOSIS. I really need to trash on the person who wrote this dog-biased article. HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT IT? DO YOU EVEN CARE that the cats are the most common animal (I know some even kept up to 20 strays in a small terrace house!) that carry the eggs for this disease? DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT CAN DO? Do a survey on all the blind babies in the maternity wards in Malaysia. See how many were borned by mothers who kept cats and have direct contact with their cat's shit. See the connection? TOXOPLASMOSIS can cause unborn babies to blind, to suffer from severe brain damage, their moms having abortions, and adults to have brain disorders especially those who are immune-suppressed. Heck, you could be having the eggs now even! It's just a timebomb waiting to explode okay. Go watch House M.D. season 2, see the episode where the politician suffer from toxo.
And dogs are not the only culprit carrying hookworms and tapeworms, in fact cats play a huge role too, since cat owners tend to bath them lesser compared to dogs. 'Takut flu-lah, takut sakit-lah", does it even occur to you that you are helping the cat to harbour more fleas (which are the main carriers for tapeworm eggs) and by letting them to roam around the neighbourhood, you are also the culprit in helping to spread those eggs around? It's such a bitch that dogs have to be tagged, licensed, caged and leashed, when the cats themselves do not need to.
And another one. How about getting bitten and scratched by cats, only to get very sick the next few weeks (or even months!) with very big lymph nodes? That, my friend, is SPOROTRICHOSIS. One of the staff in the hospital here once came down severely with this for weeks, only to be later identified to be suffering from this disease. How about seeing kids crying their heads of with this huh?
Don't get me wrong. I am a proud owner of a cat myself, more again a domestic stray kitten. I know the risks, and lessen it not only for myself, but for those who are living around my house area. I don't let her stray out of the house, trained her to defecate at a proper place, get the proper medical attention and now she's a well-behaved obedient though sometimes mischiveous crazy cat. I just hate it, stress it again, HATE IT when ill-informed miseducated idiots (*hint**hint*, no racist accounts here okay) blame everything their child has on the dogs. If you think they are not meant to be here on earth, then why God created them in the first place HUH!?
Was surfing through other people's blogs and found this group of super-memalukan retards with their kolej-made videos.
Dahlar they are from UPM AGAIN!! Not enough with the taunting of people with great sense of sticking up for the rights of students, now they are making BIG FOOLS of themselves with a tattoo-ed alphabet 'L' on their faces.
Now this is what you callSTUPID.
You may argue with me that it's (yeah-right-kononnya) creative, but creativity stems from actually doing something that has a purposeful meaningful outcome instead of wasting your breath hollering into a Mr. Potato chips can.
Even kids with Down syndrome have more sense to know the proper use of a broom and an umbrella.
And to think that these people are going graduate (anyway) and serve the society. Sigh... such a waste of space for even MORE TALENTED people.
