italk whoa! launch @ borneo rainforest cafe sunway
Was invited to the launch of Talk Whoa! at the Borneo Rainforest Cafe at Sunway. I don’t remember why, but I was so tired that I went home to sleep first. Hence I was a bit late to the event, heh. Luckily I managed to get there before Bunkface’s performance!
Had a bit of a problem with registration, as the girls in charge could not locate my name. Hmmm… well it was dark and the name list was tiny! I saw Jac and told her that my name was not there. She went, huh got your name it’s the first one on the list! Whoaaaa hahah it was indeed! Just wanted to mention that 
Door gift. Photo nicked from Horng
The door gift by TM was a functional headphones + mic set. Unfortunately in the excitement of things, I forgot to take back my goodie bag. So there’s someone out there with an extra set of the headphones that should have been mine, grrr…
Saw a lot of familiar faces, some whom I’ve not seen in a while. E.g. Kenny who was in Dubai for work and only came back recently. Wingz and Tock too, I’d not seen the buggers in ages! These blogger events always seem like a get-together for old friends and acquaintances.
Eric and I. Photo nicked from Eric
Some welcoming and opening speeches were made, formally introducing and launching the iTalk Whoa!. One of the more important Q&A part was when the question of when the software would be accessible via a non-IE browser. If I’m not mistaken, it’s either working already or they are looking into it very very soon.
After that the emcee had a few rounds of games. Haze participated and won something, though I’ve no idea what. Something about her being champion of picking up ice with a pair of chopsticks?
Haze after winning a game. Photo nicked from Tock
Then Bunkface took the stage, yay!
If you’d remember, there was a campaign by TM a while back, featuring a really cute ad and an infectious song. It got people wondering who sang it, turns out it was Bunkface, a local 4-piece rock band from Malaysia. I really liked the ad and the song which you can see here:
The finale of the campaign saw a huge crowd gathered at Jalan Bukit Bintang singing along to ‘Through My Window’ with Bunkface, resulting in this ad highlighting the crowd:
Anyway I had a great time watching Bunkface performing live. They were rather entertaining!
Bunkface! Photo nicked from Tock
Great end to the evening 
regrets, i’ve had a few
Do you remember the very moment when you regret something?
For this week, mine was on Tuesday at Padang Astaka during an OBC session. To be specific, at LC Daniel’s sprinting station. More details, you say? Hmmmm… the beginning of the “sprint to the 2nd cone in 9 seconds or less” where LC Daniel yelled out, “3… 2… 1… Go!” and I went and there was a sharp pain at my left thigh and I cried out in agony and limped out of the station to nurse myself at the side. I was in tears and I could not help it for it was really rather painful.
That was the exact moment when I regretted going to the gym on Monday evening and overexerting myself.
Which means I can’t workout today because I have to rest. Which means I might will still be in pain for OBC tomorrow morning. Which means I won’t be able to do very well at my trial PushMore session tomorrow evening.
Terrible, this. I am going home to sulk.
my dad is a prop
Ryan and his grandfather. Click here for a larger view
My Dad has always been the strong, silent type. Man of few words, looks infinitely grumpy, the complete opposite of my Mom. I don’t talk about him a lot because he is just there… you know. In fact, more than a couple of people have asked if my parents were still married because I hardly talk about my Dad, whereas I have many stories about my Mom. Or if my Dad is still alive. Very much so.
As you can see from the collage above, this is a typical scene of Dad hanging out. Almost single position, perhaps moving his arms a little to the left or right after half an hour or so. I told Ryan the Nephew to pose for a few photos with his grandfather. He did and I found the whole situation so endearing that I had to share. It’s so my Dad
m.y.o.f.b.
Some people are just assholes. Most unfortunately that is how the world is and we just have to live with it.
I was at the Caltex at Bandar Utama to get my car washed. That is my usual go-to place as they are inexpensive and pretty fast. The other one is at Tropicana City Mall – slightly more expensive but more thorough. However I couldn’t be arsed to drive out to a shopping mall in the middle of Sunday afternoon and while recovering from my tooth extraction.
The car wash attendant came to inform me that my car was ready. As I was entering my car, he suddenly asked if I was married. I was a bit stunned because the question came out of nowhere, and told him that I was single and not married. Then he asked, “Why did you get fat when you’re not married yet?”
Why indeed…
For the record, I am not upset by what he said about me per se. Many moons ago it would have really bothered me and cause me to be miserable for days, but not any more. I am upset by his rudeness, a total stranger’s self-perceived right to say whatever they like. You know the kind, I’m sure you’ve met these sort of people at some point in your life.
And because I went through years of hating my body, how I looked and basically myself, I can imagine how it would really hurt another person who possesses the same low-self esteem/confidence as I did. I can’t begin to tell you how unfair that is. Yes, so is life and the world but if you can keep your thoughts to yourself, why not? For a lot of people, sticks and stones and words do hurt.
I’m not just campaigning for people with extra few pounds. Low self-esteem does not discriminate. Whatever your size, weight, height, looks etc, it is simply not nice to have your faults (whether they are true or not) so magnified and scrutinised. Yes, it does not matter what a stranger says, after all they do not know you! Well, I’m telling you from experience that most times you cannot help it and it gets to you.
So if you feel like telling a total stranger that you think he or she is too fat/ too skinny/ too short/ too tall/ too big/ too small etc for whatever reasons (maybe you want to feel good about yourself by making others feel inadequate about themselves, I don’t know), I have something to say to you:
Mind your own fucking business. You may not see it now, but the world will be happier for it.
This is yet another community service message brought to you by Suanie.
tooth tales
Note: A collage below may be gross to some. You have been warned.
A few moons ago, I was advised to crown one of my molars. To cut the story short, the nerves of the molar where it was crowned got infected recently. Unfortunately the infection was not able to come out by itself (so to speak) because of the crown.
An x-ray of the molar was taken and it was decided by Dentist A that a root canal must be performed. As my molar was crowned by Dentist B, I had to make an appointment with Dentist B for the root canal.
So I did. When I met Dentist B this morning, she told me that she’d looked at my x-ray and thought that a root canal would only have a 50/50 chance of success rate. Something about this molar having 3 roots which makes it difficult etc etc, the problem was somewhere else etc etc. I understand what the problem is, I just don’t feel like elaborating here. I’m sure some of you will appreciate that 
My dentist suggested that I have a bridge performed instead. Basically she would extract my molar, then wait for 2 months for the gums to heal then place a crown where the missing tooth will be. I asked damn a lot of questions and told her I’d think about it and get back to her.
I got into my car, drove around the area for 5 minutes and went back to my dentist for her to extract my molar.
She jabbed me 4 times with local anesthetic and wanked out my molar. It was done in less than 5 minutes. This photos was taken right after my molar came out.
See, so happy, thinking it was a piece of cake… obviously still under the effect of the anesthetic lah.
Then the anesthetic started to wear off…
So yeah, I pretty much want to kill the world right now. But thought I’d channel my pain to blogging instead, seeing how I’ve somewhat neglected my blog
Here are some pretty photos of my molar! You see the bitch has a third leg that curves one side and is extra pointy? That motherfucker is the reason why a root canal would only have a 50/50 chance of success. The red bits sticking to the molar are bits of my gums, I think. Sorry, I tried cleaning it as much as I could. The whiter part on top is the RM500 crown, the silver lining is the cement that… uh, cements. Heh.
Feels pretty weird to have a missing tooth. It stopped bleeding lots but I can still taste blood. It’s okay, I’m not squirmish. Gums are painful though but I reckon it’s pretty normal, considering that my molar was so unceremoniously yanked out. Got a ringing in my right ear. Got a massive headache. Got lots of ibuprofen which will probably work better tomorrow. Quite hungry but not in the mood to eat anything. Sister’s maid cooked soup, I suppose that’s my dinner. Had to lock door to my room as Ryan was asking too many questions, expecting lots of answers even though I’ve told him that I’m in pain and cannot speak much. He’s howling outside now as I type.
Oh well.