The Pain Injuncted
Ah, to hell with pain and suffering right? Pain and suffering should only serve as a muse, not a hindrance or shackles. The writer must write.
Okay, actually, that's not a very good way to start this one. Not very accurate. I, though still in pain, am no longer suffering.
So to hell with pain.
(FYI, still on a massively disgusting dosage of painkillers. This place should be named Druglord Lair instead of Dream Café)
Ichi: On UMMC
Yea, that's University Malaya Medical Center to those unfamiliar with hospital acronyms.
My two cents on it: I think the place needs more funding.
Maybe I'm just being a princess for having been served by HUKMSC's finest for half a decade, but I have to say, I had expected more from UM. Though the stuff they had at UM did not scream TETANUS RISK!!, they still looked pretty... well I'll be nice and say, aged. (I do have stronger words to describe them with!)
What the hell was I doing in UMMC?
Since HUKM no longer loves me, I have made the decision to migrate to another hospital, and am now the proud holder of the blue KAD JANJITEMU. Yeah, UM is so much further away, in fact its ridiculously far, but... for pride's sake, I'm making those trips damnit.
And so the horror begins.
Imagine one of those needles used for knitting? You know, the long prongs which old grandmothers use in knitting ugly sweaters for their ungrateful grandchildren with? Come on, you've seem em on tv..
Now imagine one of em being stuck into your vein. Without due warning or process.
Just... STAB!
Imagine.
Okay, I'm being ridiculous. I'm exaggerating.
But the needle was so damn *&^%$#@! big that I was able to actually see the hole in it. And that's not supposed to happen.
You're not supposed to be able to see the hole.
These are the older kinds of hypodermic needles. Now only used in zoos. And evidently UM.
Someone, give UM some money. Please.
Bad enough that we all go to the hospital feeling as sick as a sick dog... but to be treated like one as well?
So someone, give em the money so they can buy more up to date, state of the art, all out canggih manggih utensils and equipments. They deserve it. Or at least, I think they do.
The brutality and barbaric equipments at UM is in a (good) way balanced out by the friendly and somewhat heavily drugged personnel (they're always smiling). Unlike the folks at HUKM, these people actually DO care.
Battery or what, wearing bruises or not, at least they said "I'm so sorry that had to hurt."
You may think that's nothing, but I'd say that it actually counts. When you're sick, it really, really does.
Deux: On The Torch Relay
Now apparently, this was a big deal to a great many. People were excited about the coming of the torch and many of them actually went out, dealt with the KL weather, passion burning in their chests - all for the sake of a torch.
I'm sorry, but I don't see how an event that occurs every four years can become a such a big thing. But I suppose, seeing it in person is more of a symbolic thing than anything. It's not so much a torch anymore, it's not what's being held in the runner's hand that is important - rather the idea that runs with him and is passed on to the next guy and so on and so forth.
And what idea is this?
That the world could stop spinning for that one moment where everybody would come together and admit, we are not all that different after all? That the human spirit, (and this we all have) overcomes all obstacles (even KL weather)?
I don't know, I don't see it.
Human spirit is present every single day in every single act in every single situation. It needs no presentation, nor does it need representation.
Okay fine, it's a world event and Malaysia is included! Yippee! People know where we are! LOL. Given, it's only the second time for the Olympic flame to visit Malaysia after its debut in the 1964 Tokyo Olympic Games. That coupled with the spirit of Malaysia Jakun! I suppose it's a big deal.
To me, the Olympics is just another sporting event. The torch is just a torch. Runners are just running.
*sigh* And human beings are just human beings. Right.
Three: On Law's Empire
Right. It's just about the sexiest book I've ever read, and I am not even anywhere near being sarcastic.
While four pages of heartless Hart's Concept of Law consistently gives me atom splitting headaches and subsequent nausea, I can actually sit for two hours and read Ronald Dworkin's Law's Empire, finish a whole chapter, and smile confidently -feeling good about myself - because what I read had actually made sense.
Now Dworkin's writing is a romanticized view of the law. It is not so much nitpicketty and analytical like Hart. He doesn't attack like a medieval knight with a joust, rather he is like a poet with a quill, or a painter with his brush.
Law's Empire is beautifully written.
It explains how it is law that makes us what we are, how law determines what is to be done with (or to) us - how law is important to us humans, and therefore it's precise application becomes equally important because it is just so human.
"We live in and by the law." has got to be the sexiest line I've ever read in a law textbook.
The idea that law is not something we believe in, but rather live in. That law envelopes us, guides us, and we are all subjects to its empire (or reign).
We do not follow the law because of conscience or coercion or fear. We do so because the law always leads to the right answer.
And in all the confusion of human existence, we all, whether we realize it or not and whether we admit it or not, are looking for that right answer.
Law's Empire is more human in the sense that it doesn't detach and pick at law as a foreign object, it is not studied like a frog under the microscope. It is more important to Dworkin than we see law's bigger picture instead of its minute little features.
Law is not found within a transcendental tablet written in the sky. The law is what we make it to be. And what we make it to be reflects what kind of human beings we are.
And I just find that so deeply romantic and sexy.
So much so that I now sleep with, and in, Law's Empire.
Cuatro: On Highlighters and Ink
Damnit. Law is not at all close to being friendly on the wallet. Time now to buy more highlighters and ink refills.
What's that you say? Highlight less and use a pencil?
HAHA. You so funny.
Lima: On Brilliance
We have decided to give it another shot. But with new rules.
The biggest mistake which I wrote of in the previous entry, which I was having trouble living with, was not so much about the act of ending of it, but rather the giving up.
That when things got difficult, I said "to hell with it," and just quit. And that kept me crying for 48 hours, because in the same moment I said it to him, I knew I shouldn't have. It was the coldest, most inhuman thing I have allowed myself to do.
And in that 48 hours I had so much wanted to take back whatever I said, but out of respect for him, I told myself to stick to my decision, no matter how wrong it was. Because I didn't want to be thought of as toying with his heart.
And for so many reasons I would go back in time to change it, but for a very important one I wouldn't: I'm in a better place now.
So now I intend to live in and by the heart.
And he wants to be there with me. And for me.
VI: On Anonymous
Though I welcome your visits to my blog, but if you're only here to attack me on how I live or how I treat people, I seriously suggest you find better things to do.
I am very sorry if indeed I have hurt you, but unless you tell me who you are and what I've done to you, I have no way of making amends. So long as you are going to remain anonymous, I don't see the point of your coming here.
But maybe you have a valid point, that there is no way for me to make amends.
So if you're just here to try to hurt me back (revenge being a dish best served cold or whatever) then I honestly have nothing else to say... but F*CK YOU.
Finally: On The Café
I'm thinking of changing the url of the blog. Those who have me linked, just stand by. I'll let you know once this is done.
No, I'm not about to rename it Druglord Lair, in case that's what you thought.
Hmm. Though the address http://druglordlair.blogspot.com/ is available for register. Hmmm. Tempting.
But no. LOL. Time, time.
Yup, long entry. Had a lot on my mind. Wanted to write more initially, but too much at one time is just distasteful, if not gross and perverse.
(other things on mind: Freeze concept for World Earth Day, menampar polis, how my hair is going to bloody survive Beijing recycled water on next visit, "appearing offline" on msn, and *&^%$#@! exam stress turning people into freaking zombies. Next entry maybe.)
I have never so much used my brain before. I think whatever braincells my heavy dose of meds massacred are actually being replaced by new ones. I think I can feel braincells growing. ..Or is that just another buzz from the drugs....?
But it wouldn't be so surprising that my brain is actually working, since I have been spending time with someone who never stops using his and forces me to use mine. LOL.
With and in a new Empire, eh?
I'm gonna get back to reading now.
Okay, actually, that's not a very good way to start this one. Not very accurate. I, though still in pain, am no longer suffering.
So to hell with pain.
(FYI, still on a massively disgusting dosage of painkillers. This place should be named Druglord Lair instead of Dream Café)
Ichi: On UMMC
Yea, that's University Malaya Medical Center to those unfamiliar with hospital acronyms.
My two cents on it: I think the place needs more funding.
Maybe I'm just being a princess for having been served by HUKMSC's finest for half a decade, but I have to say, I had expected more from UM. Though the stuff they had at UM did not scream TETANUS RISK!!, they still looked pretty... well I'll be nice and say, aged. (I do have stronger words to describe them with!)
What the hell was I doing in UMMC?
Since HUKM no longer loves me, I have made the decision to migrate to another hospital, and am now the proud holder of the blue KAD JANJITEMU. Yeah, UM is so much further away, in fact its ridiculously far, but... for pride's sake, I'm making those trips damnit.
And so the horror begins.
Imagine one of those needles used for knitting? You know, the long prongs which old grandmothers use in knitting ugly sweaters for their ungrateful grandchildren with? Come on, you've seem em on tv..
Now imagine one of em being stuck into your vein. Without due warning or process.
Just... STAB!
Imagine.
Okay, I'm being ridiculous. I'm exaggerating.
But the needle was so damn *&^%$#@! big that I was able to actually see the hole in it. And that's not supposed to happen.
You're not supposed to be able to see the hole.
These are the older kinds of hypodermic needles. Now only used in zoos. And evidently UM.
Someone, give UM some money. Please.
Bad enough that we all go to the hospital feeling as sick as a sick dog... but to be treated like one as well?
So someone, give em the money so they can buy more up to date, state of the art, all out canggih manggih utensils and equipments. They deserve it. Or at least, I think they do.
The brutality and barbaric equipments at UM is in a (good) way balanced out by the friendly and somewhat heavily drugged personnel (they're always smiling). Unlike the folks at HUKM, these people actually DO care.
Battery or what, wearing bruises or not, at least they said "I'm so sorry that had to hurt."
You may think that's nothing, but I'd say that it actually counts. When you're sick, it really, really does.
Deux: On The Torch Relay
Now apparently, this was a big deal to a great many. People were excited about the coming of the torch and many of them actually went out, dealt with the KL weather, passion burning in their chests - all for the sake of a torch.
I'm sorry, but I don't see how an event that occurs every four years can become a such a big thing. But I suppose, seeing it in person is more of a symbolic thing than anything. It's not so much a torch anymore, it's not what's being held in the runner's hand that is important - rather the idea that runs with him and is passed on to the next guy and so on and so forth.
And what idea is this?
That the world could stop spinning for that one moment where everybody would come together and admit, we are not all that different after all? That the human spirit, (and this we all have) overcomes all obstacles (even KL weather)?
I don't know, I don't see it.
Human spirit is present every single day in every single act in every single situation. It needs no presentation, nor does it need representation.
Okay fine, it's a world event and Malaysia is included! Yippee! People know where we are! LOL. Given, it's only the second time for the Olympic flame to visit Malaysia after its debut in the 1964 Tokyo Olympic Games. That coupled with the spirit of Malaysia Jakun! I suppose it's a big deal.
To me, the Olympics is just another sporting event. The torch is just a torch. Runners are just running.
*sigh* And human beings are just human beings. Right.
Three: On Law's Empire
Right. It's just about the sexiest book I've ever read, and I am not even anywhere near being sarcastic.
While four pages of heartless Hart's Concept of Law consistently gives me atom splitting headaches and subsequent nausea, I can actually sit for two hours and read Ronald Dworkin's Law's Empire, finish a whole chapter, and smile confidently -feeling good about myself - because what I read had actually made sense.
Now Dworkin's writing is a romanticized view of the law. It is not so much nitpicketty and analytical like Hart. He doesn't attack like a medieval knight with a joust, rather he is like a poet with a quill, or a painter with his brush.
Law's Empire is beautifully written.
It explains how it is law that makes us what we are, how law determines what is to be done with (or to) us - how law is important to us humans, and therefore it's precise application becomes equally important because it is just so human.
"We live in and by the law." has got to be the sexiest line I've ever read in a law textbook.
The idea that law is not something we believe in, but rather live in. That law envelopes us, guides us, and we are all subjects to its empire (or reign).
We do not follow the law because of conscience or coercion or fear. We do so because the law always leads to the right answer.
And in all the confusion of human existence, we all, whether we realize it or not and whether we admit it or not, are looking for that right answer.
Law's Empire is more human in the sense that it doesn't detach and pick at law as a foreign object, it is not studied like a frog under the microscope. It is more important to Dworkin than we see law's bigger picture instead of its minute little features.
Law is not found within a transcendental tablet written in the sky. The law is what we make it to be. And what we make it to be reflects what kind of human beings we are.
And I just find that so deeply romantic and sexy.
So much so that I now sleep with, and in, Law's Empire.
Cuatro: On Highlighters and Ink
Damnit. Law is not at all close to being friendly on the wallet. Time now to buy more highlighters and ink refills.
What's that you say? Highlight less and use a pencil?
HAHA. You so funny.
Lima: On Brilliance
We have decided to give it another shot. But with new rules.
The biggest mistake which I wrote of in the previous entry, which I was having trouble living with, was not so much about the act of ending of it, but rather the giving up.
That when things got difficult, I said "to hell with it," and just quit. And that kept me crying for 48 hours, because in the same moment I said it to him, I knew I shouldn't have. It was the coldest, most inhuman thing I have allowed myself to do.
And in that 48 hours I had so much wanted to take back whatever I said, but out of respect for him, I told myself to stick to my decision, no matter how wrong it was. Because I didn't want to be thought of as toying with his heart.
And for so many reasons I would go back in time to change it, but for a very important one I wouldn't: I'm in a better place now.
So now I intend to live in and by the heart.
And he wants to be there with me. And for me.
VI: On Anonymous
Though I welcome your visits to my blog, but if you're only here to attack me on how I live or how I treat people, I seriously suggest you find better things to do.
I am very sorry if indeed I have hurt you, but unless you tell me who you are and what I've done to you, I have no way of making amends. So long as you are going to remain anonymous, I don't see the point of your coming here.
But maybe you have a valid point, that there is no way for me to make amends.
So if you're just here to try to hurt me back (revenge being a dish best served cold or whatever) then I honestly have nothing else to say... but F*CK YOU.
Finally: On The Café
I'm thinking of changing the url of the blog. Those who have me linked, just stand by. I'll let you know once this is done.
No, I'm not about to rename it Druglord Lair, in case that's what you thought.
Hmm. Though the address http://druglordlair.blogspot.com/ is available for register. Hmmm. Tempting.
But no. LOL. Time, time.
Yup, long entry. Had a lot on my mind. Wanted to write more initially, but too much at one time is just distasteful, if not gross and perverse.
(other things on mind: Freeze concept for World Earth Day, menampar polis, how my hair is going to bloody survive Beijing recycled water on next visit, "appearing offline" on msn, and *&^%$#@! exam stress turning people into freaking zombies. Next entry maybe.)
I have never so much used my brain before. I think whatever braincells my heavy dose of meds massacred are actually being replaced by new ones. I think I can feel braincells growing. ..Or is that just another buzz from the drugs....?
But it wouldn't be so surprising that my brain is actually working, since I have been spending time with someone who never stops using his and forces me to use mine. LOL.
With and in a new Empire, eh?
I'm gonna get back to reading now.
