Wednesday, January 31, 2007

A chunk of my wheel came out just now when I was skating. Anyway. I made new friends just now. They came over to intro themselves just as I was packing up.

(Also, my nose has been running yet again and I feel as though my lips and nose will explode without warning. Chapped and sore.)



Here's my elbow

and my ass.
damn. i'm jealous.



Girl of 14 who was a boy until she was 12


Even at the age of two, Tim insisted he was a girl trapped in a boy’s body.

And when puberty began to approach at the age of 12, he convinced his parents that something had to be done.

With their agreement, he became the youngest sex-change patient in the world, receiving hormone injections which arrested his male development.

Now, at 14, Tim has become Kim – a blue-eyed blonde with a growing bust line who is allowed to wear make-up at weekends.

She has no boyfriends at present but her parents say she is interested in what, now, is the opposite sex.

Her treatment, which has cost £18,000 so far, is being funded by the German taxpayer.

Psychiatrists treating her say she was an ‘exceptional case – a person clearly in the wrong body’, even though the decision to grant her wishes when she was so young is still the subject of intense debate.

Her identity and medical insurance cards have been changed to her new name and sex.

But she has not been placed at a different school in case of taunting from children who knew her as him in days gone by because, according to her parents, ‘her friends fully accept her as she is’.

She dresses in trendy clothes and told Germany’s Stern magazine that she ‘dreams of moving to Paris to become a fashion designer’.

The family’s full identity has not been made public. But Kim’s father, known as Lutz P, told Stern that as a child, Tim liked to play with Barbie dolls, enjoyed wearing dresses and, from the age of two, insisted that he was a girl.

‘We saw Kim as a girl, but not as a problem. Our life was surprisingly normal.’

Kim reacted badly to the first signs of puberty, he said.

‘At that stage we realised that she was terrified of growing facial hair and her voice breaking.’

Kim’s parents consulted psychiatrists across Germany.

Some condemned their support of their child’s desire to undergo a sex change, or suggested that she be kept under observation in a closed psychiatric ward.

But others agreed that the child should receive therapy, because growing up to be a man would have damaged her personality.

Dr Bern Meyenburg, the head of a clinic for children and adolescents with identity disturbances at Frankfurt University, concluded that the child was serious.

He wrote in his diagnosis: ‘Kim is a mentally well-developed child who appears happy and balanced.

‘There is no doubt of the determined wish, which was already detectable since early childhood. It would have been very wrong to let Kim grow up to be a man.

‘It is rare to have such a clear-cut case.’

The sex change will not become complete for another four years because while German law does not forbid hormone treatment for minors, they must be 18 before gender-transforming surgery can be carried out.

Dr Achim Wuesthof, who is treating Kim at a clinic in Hamburg, said: ‘To the best of my knowledge, Kim is the youngest sex-change patient in the world.

‘Imagine a man who suddenly starts growing breasts or a woman who starts growing a beard against their will – that is how Kim and people like her experience puberty.’

The UK’s youngest sex-change patient was Oliver Wheadon, from Wigton, Cumbria. He was 17 when he was granted the operation on the NHS four years ago and is now known as Angel Paris- Jordan.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

I don't seem to mind getting my weekends burnt mixing and ripping tracks. one of my (new) favs below.



Smith & Pledger - Forever (Above & Beyond Remix)
Is this true what I am wondering
I think of you, and why are you always on my mind
How I wish you were by my side
touching me, holding me

And I miss you, forever falling for you
My heart is burning for you
Over and over again
And I miss you, I can't be without you
I'm always dreaming about you
Over and over again
And I miss you, I still caught up in you
Keep on falling for you
Over and over again

Is this true what I am wondering?
Think of you, and why are you always on my mind
How I wish you're by my side
Touching me, holding me

And I miss you, forever falling for you
my heart is burning for you
Over and over again
And I miss you, I cant be without you
I'm always dreaming about you
Over and over again …
And I miss you, I still caught up in you
Keep on falling for you
Over and over again

Friday, January 26, 2007

Life wouldn't be complete without colors.



Mostly pain-killers. And they don't seem to work for me. Or at least, I think I should feel like some superhero on morphine. Thankfully I can't be bothered to take all these med; my organs would probably go before the pain does.




I think my GP sucks. It seems that the more medicine I take, the weaker I get. I'm going to dump my drugs. Esp his antibiotics which he prescribes without much thought.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

I have no idea why boys/guys are fascinated by cars.







Perhaps the same reason why shoes are never enough.
IV needle.

Your bad knee is marked out.

The drugs will contain paralytic agent to keep you from moving, and is amnestic to make you forget about the surgery and relaxant to make you happy.

Tourniquet is applied.

Your leg and foot will be scrubbed thrice with Betadine.

A series of drapes are used to protect you from hard to treat infections.

The incision lines are marked out with a sterile marker, not forgetting perpendicular lines so as to ease matching up of the skin when closing the incision.

The scalpel is used to cut the skin.

Bovie pencil is used to cauterized your veins to reduce blood flow into the surgical field.

Retractors are used to hold the skin and tissue apart.

Elevate and bend the knee to 90deg so that bones are fully exposed.

Rongeur is used to remove any bone spurs on your femar, tibia and patella.

The drill is then used make a hole in your femur so as to set the cutting jig in place.

The jig is put into place to ensure that the cut will be proper.

Mallet is used to hammer in the pins.

The alignment device is then removed, leaving the jig behind.

Here comes the bone saw.

The jig for the tibia is aligned to the big toe and the highest point of the tibia.

Ditto with the hammering and sawing.

Patella jig is used to clamp your patella and again the bone saw is used.

Holes are made in the patella and tibia and chiseled out.

Time for the trial components.

The femoral component, metal tray component, plastic spacer and patella component and inserted.

Test the knee. It should move from 0-130deg.

A special cement compound is used and the components are set in place permanently.

Lay the knee flat so that the components and cement will bond from the pressure.

After about 15 minutes, range of motion test is conducted one final time.

Suture the deep tissues and fat layers.

A suture instead of a stapler is used on the skin for cosmetic purposes.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Horrible haircut today.

I bet I could cut better. It's like. Freaking long on the left side. Damn short in the middle. Moderate on the right. It's fucking ugly. Tempted to shave everything off.

If I were to spike my hair vertical it would look like this.



Anyway. There were 4 new chicks today. Kinda too old. Probably mid twenties. Couldn't be too cool when you sneeze like ten times in a row and your nose was red. On top of that, your eyes look really slitty. Definitely can't be cool now that your hair's fucked up.
Slept for quite a bit throughout the afternoon.

Feeling extremely irritated by specs.

Laid down and stared at the ceiling fan.

Sneezing like mad for no apparent reason

Stood under the faucet for some time.

Being unextremely unproductive.

Feeling very fucked up.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Closer
...
Closer
...
Closer
I can't get near to you
...
Closer
Closer
...
What can I do
Where do I stand
Will it end
Closer
Need to feel closer
Closer
I can't get near to you
Closer
Need to feel closer
Closer
But I don't know the way to you


Saturday, January 20, 2007


blushing

looking away, breaking eye contact

fanning your face, hoping that i wouldn't notice






this is haunting me.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

I'm aching. Like mad.

My left knee aches just above the knee cap. Feels like it's dropping off.

And sometimes I get that feeling that my right knee can bend inwards when I get up from the chair or walking.

Each step seems like an tremor, with the fault lines in my shins threatening to surface; through my skin.

The left wrist, aching. What a bitch. Can bend, but it hurts like mad right in the joint.


Got lots of painkillers but it's just too much of a hassle to eat them.

Requisites are like. Half an hour before food. Take with food. Take with/without food.

Troublesome.


Monday, January 15, 2007

They always leave the best 'till last
Have understanding, no questions asked
You find yourself in what you see
You found yourself in me…

You found yourself … X4

You found yourself … X4

The day is short, the night is cool
And this night, it was made for fools
You won't find fools like me and you
I found myself in you..

You found … yourself… X4

You found yourself … X4

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Some will play a game with love steal your heart away
some will say those words you want to hear
but if you look closer is it really what it seems?
I can give you everything you need

I'll be sincere for you
whatever's gonna happen now
sincere for you, I will
always here for you
whatever you decide right now
sincere for you, I will

I'll be sincere for you
whatever's gonna happen now
sincere for you, I will
always here for you
whatever you decide right now
sincere for you, I will

I'm not the one to fill your head
with false security
I'm the one with nothing left to lose
don't be taken in by
what you think is honesty
just realize what I can offer you

I'll be sincere for you
whatever's gonna happen now
sincere for you, I will
always here for you
whatever you decide right now





Trance really is different from techno. Techno is usually made up of some meaningless lyrics.

It's just damn sad that most singaporeans will brush it aside and call it techno. Even sadder, the local music scene. People seem to only recognize R&B, rap, rock, classical. techno?


Take a listen here.

Lange pres. Firewall ft. Kirsty Hawkshaw - Sincere for You (Thrillseekers Remix)

Friday, January 12, 2007

Weird ass call today.

I intercepted a call and proceeded with my usual greeting.

"Good afternoon, XYZ office."

"Is ABC around?"

"No mdm, he's probably at the mess right now."

"Thank you. You sound quite sexy by the way."

"Thank you and you are welcomed."

"Really, you sound sexy."

"Thank you, bye bye."



Geeez. What a joke.


sweetest graffiti ever.

"JOBS FOR FOREIGNERS
N.S. FOR S'POREANS"

-in a lighter ink & probably an add-on by a third party,-

"LEE DYNASTY"

Wednesday, January 10, 2007



My passport is ready. In just 3 days.

I'm wondering if I should collect it tomorrow.

Like, guilty. I'm a walking emitter of gamma rays and . I'll be mingling with unsuspecting crowds. What an unconventional act of terror.

But if I were to collect it on another day, it would be too troublesome.


So how?

Brain says yes. Heart says no.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

"Do remember your scan is at 9am this thursday."

"That's two days from now. Anyway can I change it to the afternoon?"

"No, scans are only done in the morning."

"Alright."

She said, "I'll jab you here," pointing to her left wrist. It is to administer the radioactive tracers.


"Basically you will lie down for 4 to 5 hours and get scanned."


"Sign your name here please."

"Here?"

"Yea, don't worry," she added, "side effects are rare."


"Oh. Also, stay away from pregnant women, infants and childrens after your scan."

Friday, January 05, 2007

Today I locked myself out of my bunk with only a towel, my shampoo and shower foam.




Had to borrow phone to get my bunk mate.


I couldn't do what I did the other time. Scale windows.


Just imagine this.

I was dozing off.

sudden jolt.

so sensitive to vibes.



i can feel. can't do anything though.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

(I hate nokia phones. Their cameras. Especially when it comes to micro shots. Sucks to the core. Quite obvious which pics were taken using a nokia phone and which, a sony ericsson.)

It's been quite some time since I've tinkered with things. What. The last time I did, I destroyed my ipod headphones. Or was it the construction of battery USB charger so that I could charge in tekong?

Anyway.

Some repair work. The USB connector broke. Solder away.


Works.

And for everything that's repaired. Something must be destroyed.



Prying open with a test-pen.

Feels like I'm prying some mussel.

Sticky taped on the inside (to minimize/prevent movement probably)

Finally.

The hidden side seems taped as well.

So I decided to do a cross-sectional cut.





Side view.

These are resistors. But nokia camera sucks. So you can't see it properly.

Can't rip it out. Probably welded on.

So I cut them with my super cutter instead.




And now. The following pictures were taken using my old SE phone.

Tempted to 'open' up the cell compartment. I know that there are electrolytes and shit like that. But would they be wet? Probably not. Else there would be swishing sounds when you shake your phone. Damp? Dry? No idea. Tempted to cut open. Will it explode? No idea.

So I did. And it fucking stinks. Pungent acrid smell. I saw some white cotton-like material. Some flat metal surface which probably was copper.

No idea if it's poisonous. But I took a deep whiff already.

Well at least I tied it up before chucking it out.
My head's hurting. Top right hemisphere.


Usually when I get knocked out in front of my monitor, and somehow I made my way to the bed, I won't wake till it's time to go to, work.

Snap. I woke. As though there was an intruder.


but I'm not supposed to wake. I'm only a light sleeper when I'm not at home.


so what the hell happened? telepathy? ha.

still hurts.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

blood blood blood.


violence.


my elbow in someone's face.


bloodied nose. lacerated lips.



I walk the night and my eyes scream, "PROVOKE ME!"

Oh please. Just give me a fucking reason to hit you.



Beat someone so hard. That your hands go numb. Elbow. Knuckles.


Berserking. Getting hit but not even flinching. Modified judo throws; so that you can be sure he hits the floor skull first. And again. again. and again!


Don't kill. Never kill. Don't knock him out. Give more pain.


He has weapons? Use bigger ones. Don't let him die. Use blunt weapons. Club him. Smash those shins. Stab his ribs so that they snap like matchsticks.


The sad thing is.

There's no background music in a street fight.

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Oh the pleasure!



So beautiful she was, lying on her sides,



Combing my fingers through her hair, I stared at her lumps. They were moving. slowly. painfully maybe. Up. And down. Up, and down.




That sweet, viscous fluid ebbed slowly. A bubbly puddle, dark red.



Her pupils darted around, to the beat of my heart. I could barely contain my excitement! Such huge, dark, dilated eyes.




She touched me! It was cold, too cold for my liking.




Tilting over, I tried to listen.

Wheezing. sssss. pssss.

"save . . i . ."



She gargled. Some pinkish fluid. I couldn't be sure if it was foam or blood. Probably both.




I kissed her. I had always wanted to taste one's last breath. mmmm. Disappointing. I expected more. More than just iron.





She was a bad kisser. Those fucking eyes. They were open.




Her hands slipped off.


The whites were exposed as her eyes rolled back, sinking, deeper, into the skull.




So peaceful it was.


If only it lasted abit longer.
Nike's slogan is good they say.


Let me agitate your neurons and get them firing.



Why is it that, all we need is food and shelter do we have to spend the first two decades of our lives getting, educated.

School is a troublesome place. Work is troublesome. Yes, we advocate them all. Do more work so you can get yourself more work to do.

What would life be like, if we were to behave like animals? Move around. On fours maybe. Bite animals and eat them. Screw around.


Humans are fascinating, isn't it.

Monday, January 01, 2007

Your eyes, they speak of sadness.


So hard, to breathe, isn't it?