30 April 2008

Iron Man

Went to watch a movie today, since tomorrow's a public holiday and I am a tad free these few days.

Okay okay, it's because it's Wednesday and GSC has discount rate and I am a cheapskate, RM6 for a movie!

Asked for the first movie that's on when I was at the ticket counter and being told it's Iron Man. Why not? I like science fiction movies so I went for it.

"That'll be ten ringgit please." (I added the "please" into the cashier's reply, sadly majority of the people here don't have the habit of using that magic word)

Eh? Ten, not six meh?

Was told it's a new hot movie so the discount didn't apply to it, I bought the ticket anyway since I don't want to let him know I am a cheapskate really want to watch the movie.


Picture's source

So how was the movie?

*Spoilers below!* Well, kind of...



There is this man named Tony lor, he made himself a suit of armour lor, said it's not really iron but some titanium alloy wor.

Can fly here fly there and pew pew shoot stuff and make them kaboom!

A lot of pew pew and kaboom and Iron Man versus bad guys duking it out lor.

Of course Iron Man won at the end lar.

Oh, got that pretty assistant and Tony has cool beard and goatee, I am going to start growing mine, hehehe.

There, bestest review EVER! Go tell your friends no need to see other reviews liao, just show them this one will do.


Fantastic movie for science fiction action movie lovers, worth every cents of my ten ringgit!

Nice actions, good pace, fantastic mechanical stuff, shame about the ruined racing car. Only thing I find hard to believe is Iron Man surviving all those terminal velocity crashes from high altitude, nothing soft to absorb the impact from his super duper armour leh.

Anyway, great movie, go watch!

Children's Names

Found these screenshots on my work laptop titled "for the blog".

The conversation happened a while ago but since I never used my work time to blog, and I don't turn on my work laptop at home as much as I can help it, the screenshots just got forgotten.

But hey, better late than never!

=)

Behold, the names of our children if those crazy funny people were to decide the names.

(You probably won't get it if you don't understand Hokkien)





Yes, I have silly creative friends.

27 April 2008

One Third

Kissed my baby boy goodbye at his great grandmother's house, his reaction was to stretch his hands towards mommy sitting in the other car...

"I want mama, hand me over already!"

=\

I drove to Ipoh whole, I drove back to Penang two third missing.

=(

Strangely free now, not used to having time to myself straight after dinner, usually it's baby-time until he goes to bed, which is around ten nowadays.

And the house is so... quiet.

Oh well, in case you find me weirder than usual in the coming two weeks, don't be alarmed.

I am just being incomplete.

24 April 2008

Sleeping Beauty

This is not a wordy wordy entry, it's picture-ful! =)

Behold, king of my family, his royal highness sleeping poses!


new born




pondering while asleep












leg on pillow


leg in between bars


this pose super hard, don't play play!



Are you feeling sleepy yet? =P

22 April 2008

Steam Expulsion

The royal highness was throwing his daily night time tantrum and the smarter half dumped him on me while I was trying to do my tax online.

The royal highness proceeded straight to crushed the paper which has my online pin and while I took the paper away he banged energetically on the keyboard. When I moved him away from the computer he went to terrorise the speakers instead.

I ended up bringing him downstairs and walked about.

There is no rest for a father. Not at work, not at home.

Cheap labour at work, slave at home.

Been rather down and depressed lately, was ill and things generally not going very well. The sonic boom from the royal highness and the subsequent raised voice from the smarter half are wearing me thin.

Not that anyone care.


Sorry another ranty entry, just needed to let off some fume.

Promise the next one will be a cute entry, I already have the write-up in mind. I just don't have the time, nor the right mood.

21 April 2008

I Hear You

As free thinking individuals with multitude personalities and beliefs, finding ourselves in disagreement with the others is nothing special.

It's just part of life.

I am not charismatic nor influential, I am rather mild-mannered and not particularly good at making people seeing it my way.

Yes I heard you, loud and clear the very first time. Not agreeing with you doesn't mean I didn't hear you, I just saw no point in arguing when we both insist on our own way.

The question is: do you hear me?

Can't we just agree to disagree? =)

18 April 2008

Sickville

Just want to let you know that as the old fart (husband + father) is about half recovered, the smarter half (wife + mother) and the royal highness (baby) are both down with fever, flu, sore throat, unpleasent illness.

And that we don't mean to be rude if we declined your invitation to a gathering or outing. We are just not up to it until we get better.

Some time some where we made a wrong turn and went accidentally into Sickville.

14 April 2008

Dead Man Walking (part deux)

Got woken up by the spasms in the leg muscles, and the pain at the joints.

My body was burning, the digital thermometer read 39.6 degree Celcius, and I... I...

I... see... dead... people... (frosty breath)

Nevermind, it's just my own reflection.

1g of paracetamol, and the wet towel went back to my forehead, felt unbelievably shattered. My body is pumped full of paracetamol over these four days, every 6 hours on the dot, sometimes every 4 hours.

I wonder if it's blood or some kind of paracetamol mixture that would come out if I took a blood sample.

It's already the fourth day of this bloody viral infection, still felt as lousy as the first day. Bed-bounded for 20+ hours a day, I am getting very weary.

The specialist that I last consulted told me they will start investigating when I have been having the fever for two weeks or more. For the time being, I will just continue to pump myself full of paracetamol and pray, like, real hard, so I won't die before they are willing to investigate and actually treat me instead of suppressing.

Hey, he is the doctor, so trust him right? After all, cold rigid corpse is not bothered by fever or throat infection.

Yea yea I know I am being sarcastic but I have been bed-bounded for days now and feel totally shit, let me rant a bit, okay?

Don't think even the super duper joy juice can help me here.

12 April 2008

Dead Man Walking

It's amazing what a single degree or two can do to our body.

I can handle 38°C (37°C is the normal body temperature), but when it went up to 39°C, I went down, and when it got near to 40°C, I was wrecked.

Viral throat infection causes fever that spikes when the paracetamol effect was nearing it's end, roughly around 4 hours. There would be spasms of the muscles and ache at the joints, rather agonising really.

I was confined to my bed almost all of yesterday, except the trip to the clinic. Sad really, was looking forward to the nice dinner with friends and colleagues and the subsequent karaoke marathon.

Oh well.

Went back to the clinic today since the fever was getting worse, after waited for an eternity, I got referred to a specialist. Have to say that this referral system sucks big time, seriously ill patient would probably be long dead trying to get the referral letter.

I suppose seriously ill patient would go straight to the hospital and take the hit in the wallet, probably exactly what the medical insurance company has in mind.

The specialist adviced me to rest as much as I can since not much can be done with viral infection. He gave me MC for Monday and Tuesday, and asked me to go back for a check up on Tuesday.

Maybe I will take the doctor's advice.

I will see how I feel on Monday.

10 April 2008

Bad papa, bad!

I was told I should spend the time blogging to take care of my baby boy instead.

Me sad.

=(


For what it's worth, I like writing and I like sharing, and I mostly blog when my baby boy has gone to sleep.

I love my wife and my son, and I try my best to be a good husband and father.

Really I do.

06 April 2008

Sammy the Not So Nimble (5)

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Copyright 2008 C.K. Goh. All rights reserved.

All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

This story is the intellectual property of C.K. Goh. Any reproduction or unauthorised use of the material contained herein is prohibited without the expressed written permission of C.K. Goh.
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Chango stopped abruptly, only then did he realise Saminora was pulling hard on his legging.

"Phew, close one. I think there's a trap in your next step, cunningly hidden this one," said the rogue.

"You think? So you are just guessing?" Phancenolara asked, sceptical.

"Well... It's gut feeling, and that tile there, you see, it looks different."

"The tiles look the same to me. You don't really know, do you?"

"Don't be nasty Phancy," Hondrel said quickly, seeing the halfing was about to retort.

"Feel free to walk onto that tile, nobody is stopping you," Saminora told Phancenolara in a cold voice.

"I may just do t..."

"Come on," Chango, already side stepped the tile in question and got to the chests, beckoned the rest over.

With the prospect of treasure, everyone hurried over. Phancenolara followed Chango's path like the rest, an act that Hondrel observed but did not comment on.

Good thing the rogue didn't notice that, halflings were notorious for their taunting skill and the last thing Hondrel wanted was for the comrades to jump on each other. They were in this together, they need to stick together.

Saminora picked the locks in no time at all, and she opened both chests for all to see.

In one of the chests there were odd pieces of armour, a rag, a torn cloak, a dented helmet, a blood stained leather armour. Nothing useful and nothing worth looting. The other chest contained a few gold coins, which they split equally, as well as a dwarven made battle axe, which none of them could wield except Chango.

Phancenolara took the scroll and a potion laying at the bottom of the chest, she passed the potion to Hondrel and studied the scroll herself.

"It's a Cage Monster spell Hondrel, better suited for mage instead of cleric," said Phancenolara.

"Yes I agree, and sadly this is not a Potion of Restoration, smells like Potion of Haste. Perhaps you will find it handy, Sammy?"

"Running away faster is always a good thing," Saminora said cheekily while she pocketed the potion.

Everyone seemed to be in a better mood after they looted the chests, the door to the next room was just beside the chests.

"Let's have a look at what's waiting for us behind the door, shall we?" Hondrel knew it's time to go on.

"A minute," Chango strapped the massive battle axe to his back, bent and lifted one of the chests they just emptied. "Learn to trust your comrades, Phancy." He threw the chest onto the tile Saminora warned them not to step on.

The chest smashed to pieces at the bottom of the pit trap that slided open.

Without another word Chango moved to the door and positioned himself directly behind it, the battle axe back in his hands. He waited for the others to get into their positions.

Hondrel gave Saminora a pat on her shoulder and took up his place. The rogue went over to her position and faded into the shadow.

Finally the mage took her place and said softly, "Sorry Sammy, I should not have doubted you."

Chango smiled and yanked open the door.


(the end)

Edited 13th August 2012, fixed typo and added link.
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