W.
Mood:  blue
Topic: Everyday life (weirdness)
When I allowed W. to re-initiate contact 1 year ago, I actually knew what I was in for. My friends warned me for foolishness and naivity, but I knew exactly that this was most likely to happen. W. was gonna put me under emotional pressure and upset me at least once a month. Once the choice was made however, I couldn't go back. She made Gita part of my life, and me part of Gita's life. There's no way I could let that go without a fight. I know W. is very nice to Gita and she is a very important person in Gita's life. But sometimes I'm worried... thinking about nature & nurture... and hoping it won't affect Gita, hoping she won't see the things W. does to the people who cared about her, or worse even, following her behaviour.
On and off I think Gita would be better off staying with Arjan. I'm sure she would be happy to live with him and his girl-friend, with the cats and all other pets she adores.... But the reality is of course that in the end Gita needs W. and that is the most important thing of all...

Lost in translation
Mood:  bright
Topic: Everyday life (weirdness)
The other day I was approached by Alberto… Alberto is this chap whom I’ve only met once via a mutual friend whom I haven’t seen in ages either. Anyway, back then he got me to translate some info pamflet on tropical fruits from English into Dutch. He actually thought I had already left Malaysia and was merely trying his luck. Whether I’d be willing to translate a website into Dutch ?? Hell, if you pay me enough I’ll even come over and clean your office…! Well. Or something like that huh huh…. What seemed to be a breeze once again turned out to be a major headache. But... also once again I pulled it off, and when I saw the actual web page in English I knew I had struck the right key with my “blind” translation…As soon as the web page is activated, I’ll put up the URL on my weblog.

Housemates wanted !
Mood:  hug me
Topic: Everyday life (weirdness)
MMhhh Cip's wife might be coming quite soon... I'll have to prepare to find another place around here... It's gonna be rather difficult though. Financial constraints come in and with the current fragile balance and my attempts to slightly reduce the after hour working activities, it becomes will prove to be even more difficult. Some more because, whatever I do, I'll be bound to share any new apartment that I'll take up. Now I don't mind sharing, but there are housemates and there are hosemates. The past 2 years were rather relaxed, but all of you my close friends know the ( by now) famous stories about my half-Dutch-half-Hungarian housemate in Maastricht back then. But that was back then... I guess I'll have to try and see if there are some House Officers or freshly entering masters MO's joinig the program. With a 2- or 3 room apartment, costs should be bearable I guess... But now remains finding people who are looking for a place to stay...

Isn't this good to know ???
Mood:  silly
Topic: House & Garden Philosophy

Finally accepted !!
Mood:  celebratory
Topic: (scary) hospital stories
Geezzz... after so long dragging it around (mostly sitting on the hard disk of my laptop, waiting for some action from either BK or me the darn thing finally got accepted. After BJOG gracefully rejected my submission (even though I entertained them by being a peer reviewer for an interesting article on ECV), The Journal of Obstetrics and Gynaecology Research (Ranking 2005: 51/57 Impact Factor: 0.685) showed sincere interest in our "penfruit" (or actually mine; I still think it's silly for him wanting to be 1st author). Anyway, not bad at all, and at all means better than the local ANZJOG....

Viagra
Mood:  vegas lucky
Topic: Night life & other action
After a well deserved break for a day (which I spent mostly in Bodegas, trying to catch up with my reading), I eventually set off for my S'pore trip. Unfortunately, we arrived rather late @ KL airport, so the MAS-people wouldn't let me board. Fortunately S'pore airlines came (again) at my rescue... Yes.... this is not the first time, in Bali a few years ago I also had to resort to them in order to get back to the Netherlands.

Arriving in the hotel makes it all worthwhile... My first time in a real 5-star hotel. I really owe the GSK-people for taking such good care of me. This morning I had a really nice breakfast and then the symposium really launched.

An enervating day was concluded by Viagra-sponsored Dr. Rosie King ("Some people believe in Santa Claus, I believe in the G-spot") from Australia. A truly remarkable lady, who together with her fellow speakers introduced us to the ins and outs of sexual revolution, the modern myth of hours-lasting orgasms, panicky vagina's and the fact that enema's should be high-hot & hellavalot. It also seems that modern young male Singaporeans are mostly concerned about their penis-length. Mmhh... although that never really was one of my worries, judging to the amount of daily junkmail I receive there's also a lot of people out there who are apparently concerned about that. Anyway, there's quite a number of weird pubs in S'pore, below the pics of one of them...

Como agua para chocolate...
Mood:  spacey
Topic: Everyday life (weirdness)
Finally I got my hands on what might be one of the last three copies of the book in the whole of KL. Like Water for Chocolate, by Laura Esquivel. After I already got her the Calvin & Hobbes "There's Something drooling under the Bed", this should add up to the drooling, as the central theme of the book is food. Anyone who hasn't seen the movie so far, go for it, and otherwise the book would be a good option.

While looking for it, of course, it turned out to be a dangerous mission. In every book shop I visited, books kept sticking on to my hand as if they were covered with glue. Before I knew it there were one - two - three - four books in my bag already. Kiran Desai, of whom I already read Hullabaloo, some other Indian chap, a cooking book which I probably won't use in the next 2 years (but just in case fate gets me outside Asia and I need to cook all those things myself again) and Amy Tan, well, need I say more ? Almost I ended up with the latest of Salman Rushdie (I love his style), but I managed to restrain myself in the last moment thinking of the-still-to-be-read-pile back home (the German version of The Devil wears Prada and another novel by Paul Theroux). I know that in reality I won't be able to finish even 2 of those in the next 2 years to come, unless I get jobless, thrown out of training, decide to call it quits and set out on a world journey or even all three of the above.

Melancholic feeling suddenly bestowes upon me as I think about the small book pile I used to have on my coffee table back home in my own house, and another small pile on the pretty antique commode next to my own Ikea bed. Sometimes it's difficult, living in a box, even when your box is an established room...

Gorilla's, worms & Big Daddies...
Mood:  blue
Topic: Everyday life (weirdness)

Yes yes... I have to admit it shamefully... I've been a bad boy again. Two months it has been and not a single word... What to say ? True enough no shocking events so far, but on the other hand I could have written tons of stuff about small-small events, outings and so on... I even have picks ?!

Truth is, the minute I came back I was again working my ass off. Night shifts followed by work in the evenings to make an extra buck. More important even since the comfort zone of my juicy stock port folio got whiped away very suddenly and unexpectedly... I'd better buckle up and reconsider my positions I guess, otherwise the Stock-Gorilla in the Berlin Zoo will actually perform better than me over 2007.

Some more there was most likely a worm in my computer. At least I hope that was the cause of my computer being jammed all the time. Email didn't go in or out for a few days and I'll have to throw out the Incredi-mail program.

My research project is getting jammed, being sabotaged by a combination of nurses and colleagues. I'll have to set up a new one...

I'm looking forward to my short Singapore trip in 2 weeks time, sponsored by the friendly chaps @ GSK-Malaysia, thank you - thank you ! My first local financial break in quite a while. It'll give me some time to breath, unwind and recapture myself. After that, only in July there will be another relaxing trip. 3 weeks in Bali, and I hope it'll be wonderful and I'll get to see my little naughty one very often.

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A true Malaysian
Mood:  hungry
Topic: Everyday life (weirdness)
A trip to London, only to get my pic taken in the British General Medical Council. Fortunately everything goes smooth and in no time I’m in the center of London, and not much later already out on the street with my so-important document. Three hours left and what to do ? That’s what I ask the lady at the counter. “How to kill another 3 hours in London ?” I’m advised to find my way to Oxford street. However, on my way to the tube, I get distracted. On the opposite side of the street I see 3 small restaurants, and I proceed to check it out. A Thai eat-all-you-can-lunch-buffet for 5 pound-sterling. Exactly the amount of money that is left. So I sit down and spend the remaining 3 hours in the small restaurant. Have I finally turned Malaysian, spending my entire stay in another country in a restaurant with familiar food ? MMhhh I bet Liza will be proud of me.

Crisis - followed by B-day Zoo & Church
Mood:  don't ask
Topic: Everyday life (weirdness)
Last night there was another crisis. After another one of her futile attempts to mellow me up she broke down and cried. Next thing I know she’s gone down, and a minute later she comes back to the room, turns on the light and stands there with a small knife, the kind you use to peel your apples (or any random similar fruit). She gives me the suicide thingy, asks me to tell her how to slide her wrist, cause she “can’t live without me”. Gita wakes up as well, but fortunately she is still a bit sleepy. I pull wheeping Wiwik out of the bed room, hissing to her to go down the stairs. Then I go back to the bedroom. Don’t worry sweetheart, mommy is crying cause she hurt herself when she just slipped on the stairs, just go and sleep first sweety.Subsequently I go down to deal with matters there. I try to muffle her sobbing so Gita won’t hear, but eventually I put an end to it. Listen, I tell her while I firmly hold her face. Do you realise that just now you were standing there with that knife, claiming you want to kill yourself, in front of a little girl that will turn 6 tomorrow. I point out that she has a major responsibility on her hands. A responsibility that neither ex-hubby or I didn’t want, but rather couldn’t have cause she claimed her rights as a mother. A responsibility where handling knifes and talking suicide don’t fit in. If you ever, ever, cause our child a major trauma by doing similar things, I will never forgive you. And as far as things between us are concerned, let me tell you one more last time that the only connection between us is that you’re the mother of our child, and nothing more than that. That means you don’t need to expect anything from me and you know very well the reason being that half a year ago you blew 6^th chance in line in your traditional cruel ways. Having said all that I manage to settle things down.The next morning, when one child after another appear, the house slowly turns into a zoo. Some parents stay around for the first 30 minutes, and I’m subsequently introduced as either “a friend from Malaysia” or indeed as Gita’s father. MMhhh that’ll raise some confusion. Later that afternoon we leave to attend a service in a kind of an Indonesian church. The people there, I must say, are indeed a truly warm and loving kind of people. The funny thing is that without any prior information, one of the church leaders who comes up to us, directly assumes I’m Gita’s father and his first remark is how remarkably her face resembles mine. My next surprise comes when the service actually starts. Everything is in Indonesian, but I can understand it very well. They speak about going about in life in honesty and sincerity, and I can see how Wiwik is so totally absorbed in the prayers and the songs, up to the point where tears roll down her face. It puzzles me enormously how she can be so devoted, while to me she is, in daily life, still so far away from the true meaning of her religion, in view of her failure to practice things such as honesty and sincerity towards the people who try to be good to her.