31 March 2007 10:18 a.m. thanks to all the multi-lingualism on my NotAniPod (japanese, french, spanish, arabic, oh yes, and english), i am now incapable of stressing my R's in the right places. research is fun! my supervisor gave me a chocolate for diagnosing a patient specimen. why it wasn't sent to the diagnostic lab (accredited by the scottish laboratory of parasitology y'all! or something) is another question entirely.
trouble
Kimba, is that you?
Freddie heard they were serving liver and baked beans for dinner again.
chills and pills
it was most probably a man who came up with the term "housewife favourite". i may not be a home-maker, but James Morrison can whine piteously on my sound system any day. i'll give you one last chance and fit your pieces together, baby.
some definitions -
frugal: cutting a piece of facial cotton in two so you can use each half to apply toner in the morning and night.
stingy: trying to use both sides of each half so one pad will last you two days (an exercise in futility).
not safe for work ... oh, too late
for the full collection, go here and say merci to room124.
correct me if i'm wrong, but aren't most of the guys who creamed their pants watching the macho, histrionic and hysterical (you will not deny this) 300 also the ones who, upon seeing this picture, would leap away squealing in disgust?
66.7% of males, i.e. my two brothers, 24 and 19 respectively, know this to be true ("EWWW, big naked guy!!!"). the remaining 33.3% (dad) and 50% of females would say, "HOY, why is he naked??"
me: because he's not wearing clothes, duh.the remaining female 50% would probably be reading this entry and trawling the link.
why can my brothers to watch wrestling, which features the most ludicrous spandex trousers, bar american "football", and yet shy away from this man staring straight at you (sort of)? staring one another in the eye is manly, isn't it? (however, if two male characters were to "lock gazes", then, and only then, there is potential homoeroticism)
look at his caveman brow, he is a MAN'S MAN (i meant that, you know, non-sexually).
so let me get this straight (haha) - most dudes can watch Leonidas the screaming scot and his mob of lovingly-oiled, barely-clad angry men take on Xerxes the big persian queen in chains, who obviously needs a real man to bust his balls (in a non-sexual way, of course), without batting an eyelash (i meant to say that).
but they're unable to view a black and white, non-hyper-real picture of a lone man standing in a field, dressed in the modern equivalent of a spartan soldier's uniform according to Frank Miller, without staggering away, clutching their eyes and calling for the brain bleach?
is it because of the obvious disparity in the representation of intense masculinity? e.g. -
"we're nearly naked and oil each other up each morning (in a strictly non-sexual way) 'cause we can't reach between our shoulderblades but we're here to kick some degenerate persian ass and defend the free world, y'all! awww, look at that homoerotic banter between Stelios and Astinos, it's so cute!"
versus -
"i can, and might, punch your lights out, discreetly get rid of the remains, and then charmingly woo your female partner and SHE WILL ENJOY IT."
what sort of man uses "charmingly" anyway? i don't know where this is going.
view a review Persian Shrug by Kyle Smith. and also here for a more succint rendition.
23 March 2007 4:00 p.m.room for more
ladies, and gentlemen who moisturise (i love that), someone has pictures from Les Dieux du Stade 2007, and they're SHARING. personally though, i prefer the year where they were lovingly photographed posing coyly in the showers wearing only baby oil, but that's just me.
i like attending conferences (the 43rd annual scientific seminar of the m'sian society of parasitology and tropical medicine (MSTPM) AND the centenary celebration of the royal society of tropical medicine and hygiene (RSTMH). phew!). it's a legitimate exuse to shirk labwork and get fed, haha.
but seriously, there is nothing like sitting through a paper, feeling totally at sea (termites? why??) before realising the feeling is the same one you used to get when you attended hematology class as an undergrad and fell asleep with your eyes open. there's nothing like revisiting your youth. except actually being one.
the participant sitting in front of me was snoring gently, and his head was nodding lower and lower on his chest. and his dandruff shed on to his collar. i struggled to remember why i was there (to grab as many samosas as i could during the morning tea break). this would repeat itself over the three days of the conference.
i realised i had fallen asleep again. good thing my supervisor wasn't around. i thought up amusing ways to pronounce acronyms and pretended that i fancied the caucasian participant with the broad, but stooped, shoulders and a persian name reporting his malarial research in the breathless, yet quiet manner of a national geographic documentary narrator in a desperate attempt to stay awake (it worked for 5 minutes. his group may have caught me looking).
there is always someone excitable like Alice, who shamelessly gobbles as many pastries as she can load on her plate before complaining about how fat she's getting and vows to diet the next day. and then she goes back for more food.
Dr Francis kindly showed me the "solid gold" medallion thingy he gets to wear as the president of the society. i chatted with some people. i exchanged email addresses with an undergrad from a northern university. she promised she would add me to her IM list, but she might have googled me and found this blog and changed her mind. way to keep your privacy, ItchyMicchi.
15 March 2007 8:51 a.m.the lost generation
too old for hitz.fm, too young for "the classics". excuse me if i thought radio was supposed to play music.
08 March 2007 7:50 p.m.urban philosopher
Herman wondered where his friends went.
08 March 2007 7:43 p.m.oops
it turns out the Lady Sovereign song titled Tango isn't about the dance after all.
orange!
every day is a struggle
i'm becoming more academic by the day. i've developed a slight hunch, not that i was that tall to begin with. i look down more often now, because i'm "thinking". i browse more online journals than i care to admit. i picture myself lecturing a hall full of bored undergrads and generating their interest (!!). and i have a pot of tea brewing in the kitchen. lemon myrtle, whatever that is.
it looks like pee though.
02 March 2007 9:09 a.m.good thing i didn't say that aloud
why is tuna sashimi red whereas canned tuna is white?
