Here We Go Again

Went to KL today. Drove from Banting to KL in the afternoon.

Night came, off we go to KL for an interview in Melia Hotel. Parked the car in Times Square, walked a shone throws distance to Lowyat and bought a 90m long Category 5e cable. Wah damn big bundle and bulky wires, I stuffed into my bag. Off to the neighbouring hotel then.

I was walking around the hotel with a big backpack (terrorist Eyi bombing run) Finally, we found the correct meeting place and subsequently was interviewed (or was it some kind of persuading effort they're running) After an interesting Q&A session, we enjoyed our supper outside in the hallway. The fried rice was fantastic!

Out of the hotel, an ambulance wailed its sirens across the road. Bystanders gathered in a line at the opposite road shoulder. I can't see what's going on, and by the time I take 10 steps to reach the pedestrian bridge, the ambulance and the 2 motorcycle escorts carrying oxygen tanks had roared away.

Off I came back, to my room here for a one night sleep. Tomorrow expected time of leave, 7am!

Yarmmylicious Burger and the Sequale

Yarmmylicious burger which had became soggy due to the late delivery to the dining table. The reason behind the lateness?

Huah and me were riding the lift as any other normal lift-ride when the lift came to an abrupt halt somewhere around the 12th floor, one floor from our destination.

We kept pressing the emergency bell and hoped for a swift rescue. Well, the rescue came in the form of 2 security guards, one man (possibly the residential committee), eldest sister and hubby, Jason, and one man from the lift company.

The security guard kept comforting us, a good effort he made. The lift guy instead jumped on top of the lift (it was getting damn stuffy and hot in the lift) from the 13th floor and operated the doors, opening it to our sighs of relief...

We climbed out, offered some hurried thanks, and rushed back to enjoy our soggy burger. Luckily for us, it was still a tasty and worthwhile burger.

Nostalgia

Ripped some songs from my Backstreet Boys, Westlife and Now (that's what I call music) CDs, and listening to them, my mind drifts back slowly to my secondary school years.



Thinking back, those were indeed 'ignorance is bliss' days. Nothing to care about but to get pleasure, and nothing to take away the endless relaxation I had after school (except maybe homework) Responsibility didn't count those days, and fun was neverending with my best friends in school.



W-O-W! Nice songs!

Neural Tissue

Ate a lamb shoulder in Chilis today in Midvalley.

Halfway starting my yarrmylicious meal, I saw the sawn off scapula. Then I tried to identify the muscles and bones as I would see my meal as a human shoulder.

And then I made out the vertebra with the spinous processes, and the vertebral body with the centre foramen, and the ribs. Then I noticed the ewww part, the spinal cord was STILL inside the centre foramen! It was slightly shrunken after the 'well done' cooking, and looked a shade paler than the charred muscles. But wouldn't the cook remove the spinal cord segment before serving it? That was a really ewww factor...

After finishing the yarrmylicious parts, I suddenly have an idea. Why don't I dissect my poor lamb? And so I pried open the spinal cord, separated it from the meninges (which was well preserved despite the cooking) and found the exiting thoracic nerve root leading as 2 trails of meninges (dorsal and ventral roots) running out of the cord... EEEeewwww...

R.I.P.

One died in an vehicle accident.

Another one got blacklisted.


Is this karma? I don't know whether to believe or not.

Extremely mean of me to think of karma in these situations. Men should not harbour thoughts of vengeance, as I do....


RIP, you will never be forgotten!