TOUGHSTUFF: I KID YOU NOT!

Hello There HandsomeSmartWiseCool Santa.

0 little indian(s) Published by Ben_CJT on Wednesday, December 16, 2009 at 12:04 AM

Okay so this is merely a list I compiled to remind myself why on earth I am studying while everyone's merrymaking and singing carols everywhere. If you do, however, feel inclined to be generous and are contemplating on getting any of these for me this season, I would like to urge you to squarely lose all inhibitions and run wild. After all, in this season of festivities, the looser your pockets, the happier you make this world.

And what better way to make this world a happier place by making yours truly less moody than he already is?

And now, allow me to present to you Ben's Christmas Wishlist for Year 2009:

Robbins & Cotran's Atlas of Pathology

No self-respecting gore enthusiast/ overzealous pathologist wannabe would consider themselves worthy of mention without owning one of these babies. With over a hundred pictures of pummeled babies and squashed organs vividly pictured in full color and detailed description, this one is almost one step below cheating for all OSPE-goers. Even laymen cannot resist the bright, detailed pictures here. Plus, IT'S HARDCOVER! Estimated price: RM 150/++

And here is where it starts to get absurd:

Lotus "Phantom" Exige Scura

Granted, I may not be much of a car-fanboy and yes, it does somewhat look like a gigantic upscale model of a Tamiya car but heck, look at the matte finish and the jet black stripes across the beautifully curved vehicle and tell me this ain't going for a win. The retro-modern hybrid looks scores points in the looks department and being NOT a Malaysian car, you can be sure as hell that this ain't your typical Wira when it comes to functionality. Estimated price: RM 1M/++

D&G Black Leather Bomber Jacket

I've always advocated style and functionality and this piece certainly merits a spot on my list of drool-worthy uhm, things. Pair it up with a casual tee and you get the gangsta-cool vibe oozing outta your every pore but with a nice shirt and a tie inside, you'd exude suave while not being OTT. Having to weather the harsh, cold environment in my particular uni makes this almost essential. Estimated Price: +/-RM5k

Sarpaneva Moon-Phase Watch
If women cannot have enough bags, I'd say men can never have enough watches. Even if you do have ENOUGH watches, this is one you wouldn't want to NOT have. The adult-cold absoluteness of this watch is somewhat balanced by the almost childish moonfaces. Also let us not forget how that little child in us can never resist being able to look inside the watch, one which this item allows almost titillatingly (without tearing it apart, of course). Estimated price: i dont even wanna guess.

Shanghai Tang Dragon Cufflinks
Western-chinese fusion is always cool. and Dragons are cool, too. silver dragons on your wrist makes you even cooler. And a nice shirt paired with these cufflinks would make you the coolest kid in the boardroom, bar, etc. Oh and have I mentioned how cool these darlings are? Estimated price: RM 700/++

Plaid Skinny Jeans

Channel that inner Chuck Bass within you and walk out in style! Beware of severe crotchaches due to tight crotchgrabs from the pants and please, if your legs are stick thin DO NOT walk outta your house in these unless you want to look like a spider-monkey. Only for those whose confidence outstrips their thick skin (like yours truly). Estimated price: surprisingly, RM 70.

Shiseido Zen for Men

Girls would enjoy sniffing you, boys would turn gay smelling it on you, you'd be surrounded by adoring fans and best of all, your already stinking life would be somewhat less so. The perfect mix of feminine sweetness with masculine undertones and persistence. Smells so good you'd wanna just gulp it all down, except you'd die doing so and THAT's Zen to you. Estimated price: RM 170/++

Blackberry Storm

Anyone who says they don't want a Blackberry is a liar. Closest contender to the iPhone by far but with less reports of bugs/glitches, this is probably the better option in the long run. And since almost every powerhouse individual uses one, you can bet you'll feel like an executive/CEO just by holding one. Why, I already feel important just talking about it. Estimated price: RM 2k/++

Gucci Black Leather Drivers

My favourite of the bunch. Goes well with almost anything. and it's leather. Perfect form, almost otherworldly black beauty. 'nuff said. Estimated price: RM1k/++

more to come, maybe. until then, clean up that drool/suspicious white mess on the keyboard after reading this post.

One Day in Reality.

1 little indian(s) Published by Ben_CJT on Monday, October 19, 2009 at 4:03 AM

Don't blame me for emo posts--after all, who blogs anyway when they're in throes of ecstasy? Not that I ever was in one, mind. It's simply easier to contemplate on what to say when one is all alone at home with nothing better to think of than the things that could have been or should have been. Or probably more ubiquitously (if there ever was such a word) the sense of dread and futility that comes with the territory of studies and exams.

Having said that it would be downright ironic to think that despite being in a mental turmoil my studies have surprisingly not inched down a bit. In fact I'd go as far as to say I have never studied better since, well. the last time I studied well.

The next appropriate question (assumption being you care enough to wonder) would be "what then is pricking your balls?", to which I can say "Oh, , just about everything!". "But why so?" and I would unleash a full tirade on why despite being told endlessly to appreciate the little things I have I have yet to settle down with what I have.

But really, you've probably heard this a million times before from me--So, lest I lose interest I shall move on to my social commentary.

Before I begin, allow me to describe the perfect relationship--which, of course encompasses most; be it love, friendship, kinship, etc. Family relationships work on an absolutely different dynamic, of course, and for that reason would be an exception for my observation. The perfect relationship in an ideal world would be one built solely on mutual respect and compromise with no selfish expectations on part of both parties.

But as we all know, that is rarely ever the case. In one extreme there would be perfect, absolute submission of one (or both parties) to the other party bordering on obsession and adoration, one that would nevertheless include blatant selflessness in favor of the other party. On the other side of the spectrum would be a relationship set purely for the perks--once the other party cannot contribute further, the connection is as good as over.

Unless you happen to be God (with respect to the first scenario) or an egocentric, heartless machine (second scenario) it is likely people like us fall somewhere between the two--and that will be the focus of my observation. Of course, talking about the better polarity of the spectrum would be boring at best--and hence i shall talk about the less pure, less talked about facet of relationships.

I am probably being very vague at the moment-- suffice to say from what I have observed, I would like to point out that most relationships, whether we admit it or not, is often perpetuated and motivated by selfish wants.

Take, for an example, friends. More often than not friendships form when there is a need for companionship or heck, the need to feel popular when taken in context of highschool cliques. I suppose on a more human level it is, in a sense a justification of self worth. Nobody likes to feel unliked, if you get what I mean. When love is concerned, the motivations are countless: sure, I'm not denying the possibility of pure, unconditional love; but really, don't they all begin anyway with the motivation of gaining external beauty, or riches, or even obtaining favors for oneself? Are humans not enamored by wisdom or skill and by extension would want to be as close as possible to people who are capable of such? If not, i would say even the need for closeness or intimacy is motive enough. And don't even get me started on relationships based on sex.

Human love is never unconditional--friendships, love, all selfish. Even family fails sometimes.

Sad, isn't it?

Long Time No See.

0 little indian(s) Published by Ben_CJT on Sunday, September 27, 2009 at 8:52 AM

Long time no see indeed--I must say for the shortest period of time I actually forgot I have a blog, what with all the things happening around me, insignificant as it may be to be worth a mention here. Gotta miss my verbal diarrhea, eh?

While we are on the topic of time, allow me to unleash a tirade of senseless rant: I'd say that these days I believe I'm becoming waaaayy to jaded and cynical for someone my age (if my previous posts were not obvious enough). People tend to annoy me easily these days, and I get bored quickly. Am I growing old? Perhaps. Disappointed with life? I'm not ruling out the possibility. Could already imagine myself sitting all on my own at the side with an scowl etched on my face going "kids these days."

Feel free at this point to state the obvious and say "but you're barely 20!". Yeah, I get it--but the problem is not my age but how I view the world thru my 20k-powered reading glasses of antiquity, if that makes sense at all.

Quarter-life crisis it must be, if ever such a thing existed. (I'm patenting this under my name first in the very unlikely situation that there's an award for discovering new disorders)

Still, it sure is better than being in denial over my age and perpetually thinking I am going to be young forever like some people *coughmadonnacough*.

Oh dear there I go again straying off-topic. (another hallmark of senesence, i should think.)

I'll try blogging again tomorrow. mind's too messed atm.

Drama-magnet.

0 little indian(s) Published by Ben_CJT on Thursday, September 3, 2009 at 11:19 AM

I swear I'll explain the 2-month hiatus sometime soon. Really.

But at the moment allow me to just list out a few pet peeve(s) of mine:

1) a certain lecturer who is really nice but nevertheless verbal-diarrheas a long stream of words without the need of taking in constant breaths.

2) the dramas the Orientation Committee (i.e. yours truly and 37 others) would have to constantly work OT for trying to solve and perform damage-control over.

3)the fact that (2) happens EVERY SINGLE DAMN TIME we have an event.

4) idiots.

now if you don't mind, I'd like to take a long nap and wake up say, next month?

Spank me.

0 little indian(s) Published by Ben_CJT on Thursday, August 13, 2009 at 8:04 PM

So it's another one of those days when I'm to bored to do anything but sit in front of the computer in the library pretending like I'm using the computer for study purposes (lest stares thrown from fuming students who couldn't use the computers are thrown at me). Of course, I should really be studying now, what with _another_ major examination coming up in, oh, say 2 week's time?

I'm not kidding when I say the bunch of notes (STUDY notes, although the other alternative would not be grudged) I have collected over the last ONE month or so could easily kill an old lady if it landed on her head.

Yet the best thing to do in life at the moment is to watch my batchmates frantically studying (even so that is an understatement) while I enjoy a slow stroll along the campus thinking about what to do over the weekend. IN fact, I'd do ANYTHING at the moment BUT study. [/sighs]

I really need to be spanked now, should I. Oyes I do. C'mon now.

spank that hawt butt of mine.

see if you can wake me up from this.

Occupieded :D

0 little indian(s) Published by Ben_CJT on Wednesday, July 22, 2009 at 8:50 AM

So it's been awhile since I last blogged but again I must say I DO have good reasons for it. Having said that it's not such a bad thing--not updating and all--since it quite obviously means I have something better to do than stare at the computer like how some people do [/snob].

Still it's barely a month since I returned to the dreaded medschool and the mountain of notes and lectures to cover is already near insurmountable at this point in time, what more with the preparation of orientation at its most intense and also the omnipresent PBLs (sources of annoyance to be disclosed in the next post or so). And church practices.

Which begs the question how (and why) on earth did I get myself into all these things the semesters before. Powerhungry, much?

So allow me to sign off here as I crash into a lifeless heap of goo.

Maliciosus Infectiousum

2 little indian(s) Published by Ben_CJT on Tuesday, July 7, 2009 at 7:45 AM

As I _may_ have mentioned awhile ago, new housemate's moved in and so far almost everything's fine--He seems pretty decent (definitely not as wild as the previous one ;p) and nice. In fact Animeslut did comment on how he looks agreeable to housework to which I gave a disapproving condescending look (but secretly agreed having been a slave to her for the past year). More things, of course were said about him but shall remain unmentioned to protect the PC-ness of this particular blog. *ahem*

Still, the recent turn of events gave us a new perspective on said new housemate. To put it simply, we have came to a conclusion that newhousemate is either a mermaid, a sea creature or a hydrophile due to his seemingly indiscriminate usage of water. Or he's secretly harboring a sea creature in his room. Or *gasp!* another human!

...

That could explain why he needs to wash his clothes everyday.

(various other theories are also presented but shall not be made known to protect the innocence of my dear readers-- if any.)

Best moment? When he walked around the apartment in his wet flip-flops leaving wet patches of footwork all over the place--Animeslut's constipated-gorilla look was (still is and will always be) quite priceless. Pretty much the same malicious pleasure you derive from looking at the face of an OCD-suffering person whose book arrangement you mess up. Or a kid whose dominoes you tip *accidentally*.

Gods, I love my life.

Happy Happism

0 little indian(s) Published by Ben_CJT on Monday, July 6, 2009 at 9:11 AM

Right--so the sand in the vag phase is sorta over now, all thanks to housemate's HDD finally being retrieved from the depths of corruptedness. Well the previous posts have been absent as well but all I can say is the semester is doing little in keeping said housemate's and my sanity in place what with all the complexities of the human anatomy. And physiology. And pharmacodynamics. You get the idea.

And if the impression of having afternoon classes brings to mind lazy mornings dawdling about or simply lying in bed watching the clock tick, I urge you to purge that notion immediately. A workaholic I may be (I think), but these days meetings are the only few things I do not exactly look forward to--not in the morning, at least; waking up at 8+ when you could well do 11+ WITHOUT any meetings. Can't say I have nobody to blame but myself for volunteering in so many activities, but I suppose that is one of the few things that keep me from leaping off the balcony when I can't tell how the heart tube folds. And how they differ from a squashed orange (google the picture and you'll see what I mean).

While nothing else is worth mentioning at the moment, I can say that the Orientation Planning and M&P is coming up splendidly at the moment. No, really. Everything's fine in lalaland tralalala everyone's happy.

Rants

0 little indian(s) Published by Ben_CJT on Wednesday, July 1, 2009 at 8:11 AM

Been very tired recently, and I think I may have sand in my vag**a as well. Needless to say almost anything provokes me (not outwardly, of course--nooo I'm just too cool for that) these days, and lectures are getting increasingly confusing in a strange way. No, I'm not getting dumber btw. I think.

Also, I have this feeling that I am about to dislike my PBL group. [/end rant]

Bad Start, K.

0 little indian(s) Published by Ben_CJT on Monday, June 29, 2009 at 6:45 AM

Classes *finally* started today, and to be really frank I couldn't feel excited about it for all the grumbling's worth. So maybe meeting up with friends (if any) was enjoyable--heck, I daresay something to look forward to, even-- but trust me on this when I say waking up after only having 5 hours of sleep would totally change the perspective of the day (a no brainer, really).

Even normally unassuming conflicts (like passwords not registering on the computer) would lead to emotional distress for the good 5 minutes, that being said. And not to mention how everyone would start to act as though they have (to quote the great Eric Cartman) sand in their v*g*na. Also, the imminent threat of falling asleep anytime. Very tangible.

Since it was the start of the new semester, there were obviously the mandatory talks from the dean and the various faculty members sisters etc which were of course interesting but almost redundant otherwise. Then, breaking the traditional "no classes on the first day" axiom, we DID have class today. Not very pleasant to be honest, what with trying not to sleep--though the lecture in itself ain't THAT bad.

In the meantime, allow me to relate my experience today being at the wrong end of a botched up blood drawing procedure--yesssh, the victim. To put it simply, imagine having the syringe inserted within a distance of 2mm _twice_ on the same spot. It hurts more than it sounds. I'd like to say "trust me on that", but where's the fun in just telling? Go try it out! :D

Prank Calls?

0 little indian(s) Published by Ben_CJT on Friday, June 26, 2009 at 2:51 AM

Okay so maybe the holidays aren't all that boring. Since our 3rd housemate left we were looking for a new housemate--which would not have been so troublesome if we knew there were "seasons" when people would actually start looking for rooms.

To put it succintly, Most of the holiday mornings I have spent waking up to calls in the vein of this:

Girl: Hello, is this Benjamin? (pronounced Bee-yen-jar-mean)
Moi: yeah, speaking.

Girl: Uhhh... How to say arr. *pause* You have a condo near IMU?

Moi: (...How I wish) You mean an apartment? Yeah (as far as I know) I do.
Girl: You still have it?

Moi: *horrified pause* (still have what? my virginity? my 'condo'?) Uh.. You mean do I still have a room to rent?
Girl: *long pause* Ah, yeah. That.

Moi: Well unfortunately the room's already taken so I'm really sorry. plus even if we DO have another room I sure as hell wouldnt want you anywhere near me kthxbye

Girl: Orrh. Okay. Bye.

Moi: (mustnotlaughmustnotlaugh) Bye.

This just happened about 3 minutes ago btw.

And its not in the morning. Sighs thank God we've already found a housemate.

OH MOTHER!

0 little indian(s) Published by Ben_CJT on Monday, June 22, 2009 at 11:12 AM

Holidays are almost over, and now I'm starting to get this reaally sick feeling that I'm going to regret I wished holidays were over soon. May as well have been one of the most unproductive period in my entire life, I may venture even. But *sighs* I suppose there's nothing much to be done now, innit? Owell at least I could boast I have finished one of the best games I've ever played in my life for now, and I'm DEAD SERIOUS. Never before have I gotten misty-eyed over a bunch of bleeping and blooping pixels, damnit but I did over this one, I did.

Look at these cute lil' things and tell me that aren't made of pure awesomeness.

drag queens = win

...
Fine, go ahead and be smug and indifferent. Not all games could project emotions this effectively, mind. CONSIDERING THE GRAPHICS.

(fanboyism is real.)

Well aside from that I'm practically quite idle. I'd wait to see how long it'll take to have mould grow on me if classes aren't starting in a week already.

Life After the Struggle..

1 little indian(s) Published by Ben_CJT on Tuesday, June 2, 2009 at 10:21 AM

...is anything but eventful, unfortunately. While my batchmates are probably basking in the sun of the Bahamas/ shopping in Tokyo / anything of equivalent value I still find myself stuck in the searing suffocating heat of my home making sense of the irony of enjoying the pressures of exams and loathing the comforts of home. If misplacing my sense of purpose is not bad enough, I should think that having dreams of the very same exam (with strange questions based on unity/music, but that's not the point) be a hallmark of my undoing. Despite having passed the aforementioned.

What am I doing, one may ask: and that is the very same question I pose to myself everyday, consciously or otherwise. It's hard not to expect anything, I suppose, considering the whole drama we went through. No one can really blame anyone for expecting life to be more eventful or enjoyable or operatic, for that matter. But I suppose it's still something I'm learning--that the world doesn't revolve around me, and life goes on even if I want an orchestra playing everytime I wake up.

But surely waking up wishing that money grows on trees just for a day isn't a bad thing?