his name is V

My latest rendevous at the cinema was with Hugo Weaving and Natalie Portman.
V for Vendetta was brilliantly done. I've been told by comic connoiseurs that the movie doesn't hold exactly true to the comic strip... (but if you put that aside) I think it was a fantastic ride. This was one of my favourite bits of the script........

Voilà!
In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate.
This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified.
However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V

...and then aristophanes said

The Symposium is a Socratic dialogue by yours truly,Plato. Aristophanes appears in the Symposium, where he gives a humourous, mythical account of love. This is an excerpt from it.....
Thanks Dave!!!

He professes to open a new vein of discourse, in which he begins by treating of the origin of human nature.
The sexes were originally three,men, women, and the union of the two; and they were made round--having four hands, four feet, two faces on a round neck, and the rest to correspond.
Terrible was their strength and swiftness; and they were essaying to scale heaven and attack the gods.
Doubt reigned in the celestial councils; the gods were divided between the desire of quelling the pride of man and the fear of losing the sacrifices.
At last Zeus hit upon an expedient. Let us cut them in two, he said; then they will only have half their strength, and we shall have twice as many sacrifices.
He spake, and split them as you might split an egg with an hair; and when this was done, he told Apollo to give their faces a twist and re-arrange their persons, taking out the wrinkles and tying the skin in a knot about the navel. The two halves went about looking for one another, and were ready to die of hunger in one another's arms. Then Zeus invented an adjustment of the sexes, which enabled them to marry and go their way to the business of life. Now the characters of men differ accordingly as they are derived from the original man or the original woman, or the original man-woman. Those who come from the man-woman are lascivious and adulterous; those who come from the woman form female attachments; those who are a section of the male follow the male and embrace him, and in him all their desires centre. The pair are in separable and live together in pure and manly affection; yet they cannot tell what they want of one another. But if Hephaestus were to come to them with his instruments and propose that they should be melted into one and remain one here and hereafter, they would acknowledge that this was the very expression of their want. For love is the desire of the whole, and the pursuit of the whole is called love. There was a time when the two sexes were only one, but now God has halved them,--much as theLacedaemonians have cut up the Arcadians,--and if they do not behave themselves he will divide them again, and they will hop about with half a nose and face in basso relievo. Wherefore let us exhort all men to piety,that we may obtain the goods of which love is the author, and be reconciled to God, and find our own true loves, which rarely happens in this world. And now I must beg you not to suppose that I am alluding to Pausanias and Agathon, for my words refer to all mankind everywhere.


Maybe someday, this myth will descend upon our hearts as the ultimate reality of love........

i love this game

I am currently doing my second of three surgical rotations at another hospital................ and the past 2 weeks have been bloody spectacular as far as the pursuit of medical knowledge and honing clinical skills can be spectacular. Its amazing how life can just sneak up on you and bring to your attention the most lovely people....... haha those who build your confidence in little ways and makes you feel like you actually belong! Being on the male dominated surgical ward, the old grand lords of surgery, take you under their wing ....I suddenly feel like I've been bestowed with all these grandfathers, some of whom were absolute darlings. During these past two weeks, a grand realisation has struck like lightning... and I'm know for sure more than ever that I coudln't see myself doing anything else but being a doctor..... anything can happen.... anyone can happen..... but as long as I will be able to practise medicine in the future...... ITS ALL GOOD!

to ch,ikm, amd, ej....thank you!

the best friend

to my darling fatso, year after year I will tell the tale, so here's to you....with all my love and hugs....... HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! -slbbk- ;)


Once upon a time, 24 years ago today, a baby boy was born into this world.
He was affectionately bestowed the name Turkey by his brother from another mother and for old times sake shall be referred to as that….anyways, moving on, little did anyone know what this name would come to mean in the years to come....especially with concerned the other sex. So little Turkey grew up, like any other kid over the years and by the time he reached high school, puberty hit and the rest ....well if I told you ...you wouldn't believe me. (But here goes anyways)

He was known as the 'Gazebo God' ....He'd pass through the school fields and the girls would flock out just to get a glimpse of this 8th wonder of the world. All they needed was a peek.....that was enough to quench their hormone driven thirsts. Even the mothers all over his home town were infatuated with Turkey. He could do no wrong in their eyes. Bit by bit he was conquering the world.....and he didn't even know it.

Then he came to uni and again his charm and suaveness wafted through the corridors like a drug. He could even melt the stone cold faces of security guards who most often than not, used us as target practice. You had to be there to believe it. "Fortunately" enough for me ....I was there. Over time, we became friends and I had the privilege of witnessing how the girls would hang on his every word. Hahah… I’d give him such a hard time about it and he would just laugh the 'what can I do, I'm so amazing' laugh.

I have had so many many ABSOLUTELY amazing times with this priceless friend of mine ( so many that I'm afraid I'll forget some). Crawling through parks at 3 in the morning, eating wild boar curry at 4.30am, climbing up Commanwealth Hill after an all nighter and watching the sunrise... hahah slipping down a slope (well that was just me actually, at the time he was incapacitated and all he could do was laugh)...eating Ramlee burgers by the road side, fist fights that I so badly lost...pillow fights.... that yeah ...badly lost again,endless balcony conversations ...the list goes on and on.
When we were dispersed by the winds of destiny to further our over-priced education abroad, one of my greatest fears was that I would lose this royal pain in the ass....but as I've some to realize, since I've been in Glasgow, he's not someone you CAN lose…even if you tried. He'll always be there.....somewhere. It’s like music from another room. You in a room and you can hear music coming from the other side. Then a train passes and drowns the music out for awhile. When it’s quiet again, you're still humming in perfect time and sequence with the music....like it was never gone! That's how I would describe our friendship. Okay, that was about as much sentimentality as you're going read!!!

The girlfriends. H, D, F, L, J.......Their lives would not have been the same had they never have dated Turkey. For some, they experienced what true love and a gentleman was really all about for the first time. For some, it was a teenage fantasy fulfilled. For some it was he was their first true love, and for one he was her perfect love and she was his.

The flings. F, S, S, S, J, Nibble Nibble, .....Their lives would not have been the same had they not encountered Turkey. Now they know that legends like him DO actually exist. For some, it was a one night of lust and amazing gratification .For some it was innocent and flirtatious. For some it was a matter of sensuous dancing and a handsome helping of NIBBLE! For Turkey, he was embracing one of life’s miracles….. WOMEN!

The friends- Baby Eagle, Mao Tse Tung , Whisper-Whisper, Crl, Prs, Nat, Pad...Turkey has been blessed with an amazing network of friends. They have shared some really really treasured times together. That in its own entity deserves to be written up as another book. I reckon it would make for a fantastic read.

That's was a brief glimpse into Turkey’s past (just skimming the surface really)!!!Presently, he’s continuing his medical studies and will graduate in 2007.
As for his future, well I'm not a fortune teller but merely a humble storyteller...but this much I can boldly say.......the REST of the world better brace itself 'cause the Turkey is coming!!!!! So there! This is just the tip of the ice-berg of this legendary best friend of mine. If you want the full length version of it.....well you'll just have to get to know him .....or come and find me sometime in the future.Best bet is I'll probably be telling this story to my grandchildren on a porch somewhere at the end of the world.
THE END

the letter

When I'm 70 years, with a silver crown of hair, when my skin no longer snugly fits the frame... I hope I will be able to tell my children about the magic of aging....just as it is so ideally and divinely described in the following letter.....

Thanks to Sarah who found the letter in the newspaper....I probably should start reading the papers.... I seem to be missing out;)



The other day, my granddaughter asked me how I felt about being old.
I was taken aback: I don't think of myself as old.
Seeing my reaction, she was embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question.
Old age, I decided, is a gift.
I'm now probably for the first time in my life, the person I've always wanted to be.
Not my body - sometimes I despair over that, but I don't agonise for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life and my loving family for less grey hair or a flatter belly.
As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, less critical.
I've become my own friend. I don't scold myself for eating that extra biscuit, for mot making my bed or for buying that silly cement gnome (which looks so avant garde on my patio).
I'm entitled to overeat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I've seen too many friends leave this world too soon, before they understood the great freedom that comes with ageing.
Whose business is it if I choose to read until 4am and sleep until noon?
I dance by myself to those wonderful tunes of the Fifties and Sixties - and if I wish to weep over a lost love, I will.
I know I'm sometimes forgetful - but some of life is better forgotten, and I eventually remember the important things.
Over the years my heart has been broken.
How can your heart not break when you loose a loved one or when a child suffers?
But broken hearts are what give us strength, understanding and compassion.
I'm blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turn grey and to have my youthful laughs forever etched in deep grooves on my face.
I can say 'no' and mean it. I can say 'yes' and mean it.
As you get older it's easier to be definite.
You care less about what other people think.
I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So - I like being old. It has set me free.
I like the person I have become.
I'm not going to live forever, but while I'm still here, I won't waste time moaning about what might have been or worrying about what will be.
For the first time in my life, I don't have a reason to do the things I don't want to do.
If I want to play games on the computer all day, lie on the settee and watch old films for hours, I have earned that right.
I have put in my time doing everything for others, so now I can be a bit selfish without feeling guilty.
I sometimes feel sorry for the young. They face a far different world from the one I knew growing up, where we feared the law, respected the old, the King and Queen, and our country.
I never felt the need to use filthy language in order to express myself.
And in any case, the young will also grow old someday.
I'm grateful to have been born when I was, into a kinder, gentler world.
Yes, I like being old....

-Pony Moore, Droxford, Hants-

the birthday party

I turned 24 .... and the couple of weeks leading up to that was pretty interesting to say the least. Its 11pm now and I'm in my room, reminiscing (yeah yeah I know.. could I be anymore of a cliche.....but its my birthday...I'm entitled;) ) . Retrospective insight has lead to this conclusion: I have had one hell of a rollercoaster ride ...so far.Good, bad, sad, ecstatic, hilarious, unforgettable, educational, intense moments and events that are like pieces of a jigsaw that is gradually taking form. I won't get to see the big grand picture, my kids and their kids probably will, but its okay because its not about the big picture, but the individual pieces that make up that grand design. Every piece has its own story to tell.

These are some of those pieces from this year's turning of age.......

yaopey smearing my entire face with chocolate sauce.....I soooo did not see that coming!!!

peter amused and me wellllll...


dave, amused henk, sarah, 1/8th of andrew's head,1/16th of kevin's head, amy, gleefull poyi, jaspreet playing it cool, mei kiang, and me, loving my cake


henk(striped shirt) and dave cornering me before
i was forced to spell MISSISIPPI with my butt
to the entire room!!!

MISSISIPPI...that's how its done!! the crouching insect is mr yong yao pey!!!
master planner extrodinare.... yaopey, i will have my revenge!!

before the humiliation and chaos.... olly attempting to balance a spoonful of rice over my head....which DID NOT succeed!!!... me, completely oblivious... and andrew,looking very satisfied

sassy, saucy, sarky sarah....you rock!!!

base upwards- novalia, me, amy and poyi..... i think we may have fractured novalia's femur... that look says to me that she's trying to figure it out!

These are but a few of the stills from a very precious night..... to all of you who made my birthday.....from the bottom of my 24 year old heart, I THANK YOU!!!!