smoking HOT!!!

thanks to palmdoc for the lead in.

here's 45 most creative anti-smoking ads.

Here's my personal poster on anti-smoking...

once upon a time in sarawak

this one completely ciplak...

balloons...

Lame attempt 1: Near miss

Blogging is sort of like keeping a friggin journal, something that I would want to look back and ponder upon, how I behave the way I behave, and the journey that would have make me who I am now, and who I wants to be in the future.

Yeah. Perhaps it’s just another bunch of philosophical crap, then, so be it.

To blog about work, especially in my medical field, bridging confidentiality is always a big task, especially so if anything mentioned here maybe open to misinterpretation or litigation.

In the time of economic downturns, more people are looking for lobangs. My blog do not intend to be one of those lobangs.

Long time ago, I did discuss this dilemma that I was in with a fellow blogger, paediatric enthusiast and kalyanamitta, Dr Lee, current serving in Down under, and he proposed that I write something of a fable or story, with a hidden meaning.

I did try writing one of those fable or story, but it turned out to be rather comical and hilarious ‘not fit’ for my journal, therefore those masterpieces were unpublished and moved to ‘recycle bin’ awaiting further elimination.

Anyway, I just felt I shouldn’t have given so easily, and therefore here’s my another lame attempt at it.

Hopefully, not the last.

Near Miss.

The red army is closing in.

Usually their numbers are small. But today, it is different.

They come out of nowhere.

Peripheral scouts manage to pinpoint and confirm their invading horror.

Figure of 8 bars put up over their next possible entry site with haste, and its bases are locked tightly. Multiple boulders are strategically placed behind those bars.

Together with other lieutenants, we retreat to distance away from the Red Army. Hopefully to make a clear escape, but behind us, there are nothing but 4 walls.

“Eagle ONE, this is Charlie One, we need back up, over and out.”

“chzzt… chzzt”

“Eagle ONE, Eagle ONE, can you read me.”

“chzzt… chzzt..”

This worries me more than ever. Unable to get the Major, I guess I have no choice but to turn to the General up in the hills, disrupting his slumber in such ungodly hours.

“Kappa ONE, this is Charlie ONE, do you have Eagle ONE with you? Over.”

“Charlie ONE, sorry, mate, No. Over”

“Swallow ONE, this is Charlie ONE, do you have Eagle ONE with you? Over.”

“Charlie ONE, negative. I repeat. Negative. Over.”

“Beaver ONE, this is Charlie ONE, do you have Eagle ONE with you? Over.”

“Charlie ONE, not within my parameters. Over.”

Not within the surrounding regimen. Oh gosh.

Could this be a big nightmare coming true?

I guess my last resort is obvious – The General.

“Alpha ONE, this is Charlie ONE, can you read me? Over.”

“Charlie ONE, read you loud and clear. Over.”

“Alpha ONE, unable to locate Eagle ONE, requires back up. Over.”

“Charlie ONE, lay down your status, Charlie ONE. Over.”

“Alpha ONE, Red Army moving in fast, Bars and boulders holding up. Over.”

“Charlie ONE, we’re coming in. Stay alive.”

Loud banging over the bars seems to cease. Glimpse of hope. A silver lining of optimism.

Everyone hold their own breath. For a moment, complete silence among the small company.

Lieutenant Yenhos whispers, “From the look of it, everything going to be alright.”

I hope so.

Boulders removed. No Red Army in sight.

“Alpha ONE, this is Charlie ONE, Red Army gone. Over.”

“Charlie ONE, are you sure? Over.”
“Alpha ONE, positive. Over.”
“Charlie ONE, keep a long scout, keep an eye on them. Over.”

“Alpha ONE. Roger. Over and out.”

The crystal clear sight through the lens of my binocular strikes through the jungle trail beyond the safety ground, revealing the enchanting flora and fauna.

Clearly, no Red Army in sight.

Relieve. Live to tell the tale.

I simply sucks at writing anecdotal story, right?

Cam Cam Tei

cam cam tei. well, in cantonese, cam cam tei probably have a meaning that someone, usually a guy, is behaving like a girl, soft and less of a gentleman. perhaps gentlerman.

but why 'cam'?

I am still on the verge of getting me self a good real cam. Camera.

Most of the time, the best cam that I ever used was the camera phone of Sony Ericson, my grad gift from my dearest.

Quality-wise, of course, not that good, but then again, lots of moments are being captured timely. Since my little Aedan grew fonder of this phone, wear and tear had stripped my phone off the functionally of the cam.

Being obviously jealous of all those beautifully marvellous good pictures of my fellow friends had with their DSLRs, I was on the verge of getting myself a DSLRs. My thoughts and intentions went to Canon 1000D.

But being careful (the other word for kiamsiap), I am still holding on to my bucks, wondering whether I can bear the sacrifice of mobility of a compact cam.

I think this debate is very timely, and a good browse through. Although the PROs seems to be winning the debate, the vital points raised made my heart fell more in love with the mobility of COMPs.

On the lighter note, I guess Kenny's made his point rather well.

Digital cameras are a bit like girls.

You know the heavy ones can do a great job, but it’s the skinny ones you really wanna bring out in public.

From Personal Money, Jan 2009 issue, the 5 Digicams under RM1000 recommended are as follows:
Samsung DigiMax i8
Nikon CoolPix S560
Olympus mju1040
Canon Powershot A590IS
Panasonic Lumix DMC-FS3

My cam-compass is pointing at Canon. Still scouting for a good bargain.
Hope it's on to the right direction.

el niNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

up a notch... 3 degrees non the cooler...

All hail the great El Nino... It's coming and it's real.

Me and my missus is recuperating from possible aftermath of heatstroke after the full day of white water rafting and scuba discovery.

Luckily, the great sunblocks did a better job than our national fire service.

In relation to this, it remind me of one recent occasion where my colleague took the initiative to call BOMBA Miri to report a bush fire burning in the campus. It was quite ‘big’ as it was spreading pretty fast toward the main building with the help of Mother Nature - wind.

Colleague : Hello, Jabatan Bomba?
Bomba : Ya, ada apa saya boleh bantu?
Colleague : Saya nak buat laporan. Berlaku kebakaran hutan di dalam kawasan kampus kita. Boleh hantar bantuan untuk memadamkan kebakaran?
Bomba : Oohh..sik ada apa ya. Pandei nya padam kedirik kelak.
Colleague : What?!!

*she hanged up*

Maybe it's just an isolated incident (hope against hope), but then again do keep our finger crossed, the ice box loaded, the fans all well positioned, the air conditioned well maintained and those sexy clothes well dug out from the closets.