Let's Peek!

Reality shows have become a large portion of television these days. Not a single day gets by without three, at the very very least. They may have different takes, but the bottom line is always the same. Private matters. We get to see people in their private quarters, doing their private things, telling their private feelings. Hell, we even get to hear every secretive-all whispering conversations.

I read in a newspaper once that the reason why reality shows are so alluring is because it is actually a type of voyeurism. Yes, that sexual interest in spying people engaged in intimate or private behaviors.
Well, maybe that's true.
Although it makes you wonder a bit. Has everything got to do with sex?

I watched fake wrestling a lot. You know, when half naked sweating men grope each other passionately for hours. That doesn't mean I'm gay right?

"In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move."

- Douglas Adams

Inspiring Others

:))

I just found out that my profile was actually copied and pasted on some stranger's profile. It's fine, but maybe she should check it a bit before putting it on her page. Unless she does sleep on the floor.
Geez...

Just watched a talk show on television. It was about the controversy around tari Pendet, a traditional Balinese dance, that is used in a tourism commercial entitled Enigmatic Malaysia.
Blah.
It's not the first time they try to steal Indonesian culture and claim it as their own (Angklung... cough... Reog... cough... Keris... cough... Wayang...). Not much cultural heritage to offer I see.
Anyway, on the show, one of the crew from the production house that made the commercial is wired through a teleconference. On the other side of the line is... non other than Indonesia's Minister of Culture.
And this crew member went rambling on how he used tari Pendet as a way of showing the history of Batik (wtf??) and that it was a traditional dance (so?? it's still from Bali for God's sake).
So the minister, God bless him, stopped his ramblings and asked,
"Do you know you used tari Pendet?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Do you know where it's from?"
"Yes, Bali," he said.
"Than why on earth would you display it and write down Enigmatic Malaysia all over it?!"
Hahaha... Finally. And the rambling was over.

I guess we do inspire something. In a way.

Word of the Day: Cheapskate

(n)
a miserly or stingy person; especially: one who tries to avoid paying a fair share of costs or expenses

source: the Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary

"OK so I went out with this cheapskate, he asked if I wanted to split a cheeseburger?"

Attraction of the Same Kind

There’s something I’ve noticed ever since my early years in medical school. I always attract similar thoughts and personalities. Well basically… similar people.

I never wanted to be a doctor actually. I can’t even remember how I picked this major.
Neither do my friends. And I mean most of my friends. Nine of my closest friends never wanted to become a doctor. And their reasons are equally pathetic, ranging from disliking physics (??), false belief about the amount of paperwork (someone actually thought that paperwork is less in medicine, just how wrong it is), and my favorite reason, “because someone I don’t even remember mentioned that prospect once.”

What a bunch of goofballs.

But don’t get me wrong. We all graduated with good grades.

Something to Remember

Darling, I’m gonna prove it to you.

I’ll be a fearless traveler!

I’ll be a good writer!

I’ll be a good doctor!

I’ll be an environmental protector!

I’ll have a magnificent life!

I’ll find God!

:)

Sober

I’m sober now.

And all happened only in one night.

This reminds me of what my parents used to say, “The pain may never go away, but it gets faster to heal every time it comes.”

I guess they were right.