29 September 2013

With plenty of time to spare these days, I re-watched some of the animes and cartoons during my childhood period. What I didn't know about was:

DRAGON BALL
  • Gohan and Videl married and had a daughter called Pan.
  • Pan had a grandson called Goku Jr.
  • Trunks got his sword from his idol, a legendary hero alien.
  • Trunks have a younger sister called Bulla.
  • Buu and Mr. Satan  became best friends.
  • Vegeta can be so silly.
  • Vegeta has a younger brother called Tarble.
  • Goku and Vegeta can fused together and become Gogeta / Veku (failed version).
  • Six(6) good hearted Saiyans can combined together to become One(1) Super Saiyan God.
  • Goku in his Super Saiyan God form may not be even beat God of Destruction, Bills.
  • Even Shenrong is intimidated by the presence of the God of Destruction, Bills.
DORAEMON
  • Doraemon was originally yellow with ears but destroyed by a malfunction robotic mouse.
  • Dorameon's blue color was the result of over-crying (yellow paint faded off).
  • Much like Nobita, Doraemon was originally quite a useless robot who fails in all things.
  • Doraemon's original master is Nobita's great grandson in the future.
SAINT SEIYA
  • Mu was the one who helped Shaka brought back Ikki during the 12 temple war.
  • Shun was portrayed as terribly weak across all Saint Seiya Movies.
  • Masami Kurumada created 3 fighers of the (almost) same constellation - namely Lyra Orphee (Hades), Lyra Orpheus (Movie),  Mime Benetnasch (Asgard).
  • In Saint Seiya: Legend of Crimson Youth, the God of Light is Abel, not Apollo as mistakenly translated in Chinese subtitles.
  • Apollo appeared in the final Saint Seiya Movie, Saint Seiya: TenKaiHen Josou Overture.
  • In Next Dimension, Shaina found an old Ophiuchus (Gold Saint?) temple.
  • In Omega, Shiryu (the new Libra Saint) has a son called Ryuho (the new Dragon Saint).
  • In Omega, Shun became a healer.
That's alot I didn't know. Animes (and Mangas too) are amazing! Everytime I re-watched the episodes, I'm bound to find something new. And then suddenly, everything made sense. Wow.. the effort the creators, producers and publishers put together and compiled into is marvelous. Thank you for all the wonderful time and entertainment.
Never knew existed
Sunday, September 29, 2013

Never knew existed

28 September 2013


A random conversation between me (blue bubble) and chaoskun (grey bubble) trying to pull a black man's rapping dialogue. Absolute major disaster. ROTFLMAO.. There's no content in the conversation but I find it extremely hilarious - this dialogue was created at 6am in the morning! SIX! A-M! What was I even thinking that time?

Don't think there's anyone else in the world who would layan me with such pathetic game at dawn. Chaoskun u r da man! Hahhahahaha
Black Rap
Saturday, September 28, 2013

Black Rap

27 September 2013


Japanese Title: 半澤直樹
Romaji Equivalent Title: Hanzawa Naoki


It was everywhere. I heard about this J-drama all over TV channels on Astro. The Taiwanese channel was talking about it, the Hong Kong channel was talking about it. There was a great hoo-haa going on about this 10-episode latest J-drama claiming it has 54% rating in Japan, meaning half the population in Japan was watching this drama (specifically the finale). And the trailer does look good, in fact, quite fascinating it got my attention immediately. Alot of kneeling downs, beggings, shoutings what not. 

Not gonna explain much about the story. You can read it up here. Basically, politics in the banking industry. It has been awhile since I feel so attached to J-drama and what's really good about this drama is the fact that it points out the way the actual employment world is - where employers take all the credits, employees take all the blames and situations where employees.. more often that not, says 'yes' to everything he/she was asked to perform/do by immediate bosses/superiors which, EVERY single employee in the world can relate to - which was bad. It's about time employers listen and take a 'no' for a change (if it does make sense).

This drama does make you wanna stop, take a step back and start looking at your job in a different perspective - one that does justice to the company and your customers. Gotta love the main character (the guy on the upper left corner) - so insanely smart, brave, outspoken and attentive - a real elite in the banking industry ; if only I canz be as smartz... XD

I highly recommend this J-drama if you ran out of anything else to watch. Forget TVB series.. getting real hopeless these days *shakes head*
Hanzawa-kun
Friday, September 27, 2013

Hanzawa-kun

26 September 2013

Getting a divorce is not the solution when you and your spouse have financial burden. More so when you have a child. Get real. Everyone hope for a better life, everyone wish there's plenty of money in their bank accounts but since you had chosen your life partner, don't take divorce like child's play. Though it may not be easy, there has to be a way out. You just have to give and take. Learn that you cannot hope for perfection for nothing is perfect in this world.

Forget ideal marriage, forget happily ever after living in the castle. If you really have financial burden, it takes 2 to tango. There's no such thing as ONE sole main breadwinner now. Either both of you find a job and get a bloody fixed income, or have one seek a better job somewhere else with better revenues (of course you will have to sacrifice time with your family but do prioritize). Some may say they are reluctant to leave their child under the care of other people (ie. nursery/parents) but puh-lease, be rational. If situation does not allow you to do so, have faith and leave the responsibility to them. Either that or stop complaining there's money problem. You have a child who is less than 24 months now and already you are complaining over the galaxy, how are you even able to cope when your child starts school?

Back to the question of getting divorce. So what after you get a divorce? Your responsibility doesn't just end there. Both of you will still need to work your ass off to bring up your child. So what's the difference? Might as well you plan things up and ahead and tackle the situation one step at a time. Bluerrghhh!


Financial Burden vs. Divorce
Thursday, September 26, 2013

Financial Burden vs. Divorce

23 September 2013

I can get pretty upset and disappointed very easily. Especially when matters involved my family members. I was told last week by my elder brother, to keep my Monday evening available as he would like for us family of 4 to go for a buffet dinner.

And so I did and in fact I was anticipating the arrival of Monday. Well, today is the day. Guess what? At 4pm just now, my brother came out of the his room, casually apologizes and decided to called it off saying he can't make it tonight. I am not particularly happy of course but if he does have other important things to do, so be it - I mean obviously it has to be an urgent appointment he has to attend to. So, fine. I'll just go dinner with mom. No harm done.

At 6pm, mom called saying she's not coming back for dinner. GREAT! Dinner alone... no, seriously I mean great as in great, no sarcasm; I've always enjoyed eating on my own. What pisses me off is when bro's gf suddenly ask me to join them and their friends for a dinner. Not just any dinner, but a buffet dinner.

But excuse me, my dearest brother of all creation, isn't buffet dinner the initial plan we had? So you're ditching me and mom just so you and your sweet gf can go buffet dinner with YOUR FRIENDS? ....Scuse me' ?? How very thoughtful of you. You're hopeless, ignorant.. what the HELL were you thinking? And you have the blarrrrdy nerve to ask me to join your friends for the event that was supposed to take place with us family members in the first place?

Call me sensitive and I may be over-reacting, but I cannot accept sh*ts like this.
You suck monkey balls!
Monday, September 23, 2013

You suck monkey balls!

20 September 2013

A rather stupiak teleconversation took place today at the Grand Millennium Hotel. I was supposed to call Vivi and ask her to tell Thaddie that we (me and Siow2) will be meeting them at the hotel lobby.

Calling Vivi on the mobile

Me: Hello? Tell Thaddie we'll be meeting him at the lobby~
Girl: Huh?....oh... huh??
Me: TELL Thaddie we'll be meeting him at the LOBBY!
Girl: OHhh... okay ...er... okay!

(Hangs up but feeling rather suspicious. That girl don't sound like Vivi..)

Me: Hey Siow2, did Vivi changed her mobile phone no. ?
Siow2: Yeah, yes she did!
Me: Har?? Then who was I talking to???!

(I explained the whole conversation to Vivi inside the lift)

Me: So who exactly is using your old no. now?
Vivi: (Laugh laugh laugh).. Nobody! I cancelled the line long ago!
Me: Har???!

(Vivi continues laughing out loud despite the presence of other hotel guests inside the lift)

I am still wondering why is the girl acknowledging my phone call and responding to me. What surprises me is she didn't even ask me who I am. Bravo girl.. bravo!
Say lah 'wrong number'
Friday, September 20, 2013

Say lah 'wrong number'

17 September 2013

So out of nowhere, in the middle of a sleepless night, I decided to write about my past. Not exactly the kind of inspirational story I was hoping it'd turn out, but heck, I hope it helps people in some way.

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High fever for weeks.

That is how it all started. It was the end of the year 1990. I vaguely remember school holiday was just around the corner. I was 10 years old - a Primary 5 student anxiously waiting for a school trip to Singapore when a high fever strikes me for than 2 weeks. Needless to say, the story ends with me not able to join my then-schoolmates to the trip.

Everyone thought it was just a mere fever. I wasn't weak or anything. Just feverish. My mom decided to have me do a blood test at a local clinic. The day we went collecting the result of the blood sample is when the tragic moment begins. I swear, almost all the nurses in the clinic was giving me a rather peculiar look. Everyone, including the doctor started asking me and my mom if I'm doing alright at school, do I exercise, how is my diet and so on. I was asked to leave the doctor's room.

Few moments later, my mom came out from the doctor's room - shattered, broke down in tears and starting calling my dad on her mobile phone. I have had Leukaemia - so I have been told (my white blood cells was then, more than 350).

I was sent to Subang Hospital for further investigation. More blood samples are taken and the diagnosis was confirmed. Leukaemia indeed - a word so strange to me and my parents. We have absolutely no idea what that was at all. The in-charge Doctor informed us about a Professor who specializes in Children's Cancer at University Hospital (now UMMC) and that I should be admitted at the said hospital for immediate treatment.

Late at 9pm the very same day, I was admitted to University Hospital. I don't remember much that has happened then, except for a bone marrow biopsy done and then it was a hospital nightmare for me for the next 9 months.

It was the first time I was introduced to words like gauze, syringes, IV, HB, WBC, platelet so forth and it was also my very first experience of having my skin poked through needles and body with local anaesthetics and danglings with IV bottles of god-knows-what. A lot to remember for a 10 year old. A lot of pain involved indefinitely but I was a strong boy then and I knew exactly that I need to be strong. Hence the very word of ‘pain’ only exist in my mind, not through my lips.

Mom stayed with me at the hospital the entire chemotherapy. Whilst the side effects were tremendously torturing (ie. nausea, vomiting, fever, bruises), we constantly try to cheer each other up. We were sketching, reading books, joke around, chit chatting and 9 months went by pretty sooner than I thought.

I was sent home with follow ups every alternate week at the hospital. I was cured and was assured that after 5 years I should be pretty well as any normal boys. I started going back to school to continue my Primary 6. I sat for UPSR examination and surprisingly did pretty well. Not bad for a suffering child who had missed almost 1 whole year of school.

But the story does not end here.

6 years went by. That is right, 6 very good years of childhood. I was 16 years old then - I went from Primary school to Secondary School, I did my PMR examination and all of a sudden, a familiar fate unknowingly returns.

Mom spotted a swelling near my neck and off we went for another biopsy test. I thought to myself - I must have been a cancer magnet. I have had a relapse of Leukaemia. This time, the strong me broke down in tears. I recall myself calling my classmate late at night, crying and have him inform the school of my condition and that I would need to stop class. It was never easy. This time, it felt like the sky is collapsing and I have no shelter to hide anymore. I thought to myself - this would be it - another round of chemotherapy nightmares again and I may not be as lucky this time.

I was admitted back to the same hospital. After all these years, who would’ve thought I would be lying down on the hospital bed once more. I was completely devastated. I was also informed that the routine chemotherapy may not suffix and I would require a bone marrow transplant to be completely cured.

Great news, not.

Those of you who is aware of bone marrow transplant should know by now that this is a tedious task. ‘Tedious’ is an understatement. The probability of finding a suitable donor is hard to reach even amongst immediate family. The most matching donor would usually be of your siblings’ and the fact that I only have 1 elder brother is rather, ‘inadequate’.

But that does not equate to mission impossible. You guessed it. Couple of weeks down the road, god sent a heavenly great news to me and family. Who would’ve thought - my only brother in the world, has a 4 out of 5 matching criteria needed (with blood type being the unmatched criteria) which makes him my suitable donor. It was a miracle.

And so I was there at University Hospital with yet another round of intensive chemotherapy. What we didn’t know was, a bone marrow transplant is not as easy, a procedure. The side effects that follows were more than just pain. It was a terrifying experience for everyone, both the patient and the family. I was in a complication state where they called it a ‘Graft-versus-Host’ disease (‘GVHD’ for short). It occurs when the transplanted immune cells attack the host's body cells.

I was experiencing heart aches, chills, breathlessness, diabetes, so forth and I even had kidney disease which requires me to undergo dialysis. I was given ample of suppressants but which my body kept rejecting. Tough time it was. A new challenge faced day after day.

8 months went by. I may still be weak then, but my body is finally giving in. Traces and evidence of recovery is showing. Slowly, but surely my immune system is back up and running. Many thanks to the doctors and nurses at University Hospital for their unconditional support over time. My name has certainly ranked up as the most chaotic, if not, troublesome patient of all time that year.

Soon after, I was back to school again. Despite the weak body, I pulled through the SPM examination with flying colors, went on to college and then University and now I work as an Art Director. I am 32 years old (at the time of writing).

So now what does my 2 full page story says? Here’s a quick 5 pointers that all of us should remember and believe in:

1) That Leukaemia isn’t something to be afraid of. It can be cured.
2) Have faith in your doctors. Do not hesitate to send your child for immediate treatment.
3) Leukaemia can never take away your childhood. You can live normally again.
4) Leukaemia does not affect your future and you shouldn’t let it do so.
5) Stay positive, even at your utmost disappointment.

Cheers.
True Story!
Tuesday, September 17, 2013

True Story!

10 September 2013

STRAIGHT ACT

Just what exactly does "Straight Act" means? Of course I understand what the term meant in the fabulous world of gaytopia and what it is the muscle hunks and jocks are trying to say - of masculine, manly, heterosexual-looking.

But doesn't "Straight Act" also goes to mean you are acting what you are not? That you are acting to be straight; which in another way of saying is - you are merely faking to be real masculine, manly, heterosexual-looking. WHICH in yet another way of saying means you are just as sissy, as girly, as feminine, as flamboyant, calculative and see a hallway like a fashion runway as any other homosexual men and/or women but you are *smirk* ....hiding it.

Not that I have any issues with it. I just find it peculiar that (almost) everyone on Grindr is writing that on their profile section. OR maybe it is weird to have a six pack abs profile pic and saying you are fairy-like which restrained them from being awesome....could it?

I mean I'm sure everyone in the world now should know that not all gay people are soft and feminine - there are famous gay hunks / actors / sportsmen / politicians who is all manly enough to kill a pride of lions, so there really isn't a need to specifically mention that you are "Straight Act". Like duhhh.. the more you use the term the more it sounds like you are just a f*cking jerk that doesn't respect your own thyself.

You are who you are. I can respect you not coming out of the closet, but at least respect your very own personality. C'mon... *roll eyes*.... "Straight Act" ? No part of your body is straight yo!

Again, its not like I care much, but ... just saying. LOL
Of actors and fakers
Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Of actors and fakers