Drawing the Line

I have forgotten birthdays, forgone gatherings, denied the existence of group lunches, made up false excuses and turn the opposite direction - all in the name of objectivity and time efficiency. I didn’t use to be so. I used to be able to while away hours, talking about nothing, with no tangible result at the end of it, except maybe a warmed chair. Now that chair is unoccupied, but I have papers and certificates of better academic performance. Also now, if I were to sit in that chair, I) not many will occupy that chair next to me ii) I would fidget in that seat thinking that I’ve got more important things to do.

Should this be so? There seems to exist this very delicate balance between friends and work. In my quest to improve my studies and my knowledge on American politics or ‘serious’ issues such as laws, I have neglected friends and even family. Even though my absence is felt and sometimes even hurt, I do nothing to stop that. I can defend it by saying I’m striving for a greater good. That though this may suck temporarily, I’ll make up for it with better grades and with more information in my head how to talk ‘informedly, and without bias’. On the other hand, I do not want to defend myself. There is no way I can justify not spending more time with my parents and siblings when this could be my last year with them before going overseas. Nor can I justify my paper accomplishment and my ambition to be successful in an occupation to be more important than making the woman that raised me for 18 years, regardless of hardships, happy by just agreeing with all the disagreeable things she might say. Or that friend who sacrificed her own time for me, but I would not accord the same to her.

Where is the middle line drawn between these two extremes?
Where does focusing on goals stop?
How does it fit into making others (but not necessarily, yourself) happy?
When does social obligation compensate for being selfish?

It’s easier to say balance than to actually stand on that trapeze’s rope itself.

Note : Class Dictator takes this opportunity to apologize for any hurt feelings caused by her. She is currently on a caffeine high and yes, she realizes this is her first post here *slaps hand*. I hope you don’t mind sombre, reflective and somewhat philosophical :)

Inner Medial Femoral Trauma: Etiology and Treatment (CY Kong, 2009)

Inner Medial Femoral Trauma or Inner Thigh Trauma (ChiaYewnian Syndrome) was first described by Kong CY in 2009 in an isolated case involving a patient named Chi Ko Pek*, a 19 year old male . Chi Ko Pek presented with numbness of the inner thigh and distinct post traumatic stress disorder. After further inspection of the site of trauma and interview, it was found that Chi had presented with a disease that was never reported before in Medicine.







Etiology:







This trauma is humanovector borne. A humanovector in this case Ah Piang the Garang*, an 18 year old female, had inflicted trauma by touching the inner thighs of Ko with her phalanges. This disease will only manifest with cranial (upward) progression of phalangeal stimulus onto the medial inner thigh. Trauma is remarkably more marked if phalangeal stimulation proceeds to the pubic area. Humanovectors of Chiayewnian Syndrome have exhibited abnormally high amounts of oestradiol in females and testosterone in males and very pronounced levels of pheromone secretion. They however curiously are rarely sexually active. This an be explained by the fact that their celibacy actually drives them to out put any suppressed sexual needs to committing Inner Thigh Trauma. Inner Thigh Trauma has a higher incidence in females than males. Patients almost always are atrichomic (hairless) in the lower limb.







Diagnosis:







The signs and symptoms include the universal sign of embarassment- the obsessive adduction of the lower limbs. The adductor magnus muscles of the legs are in a contracted and stimulated state for a prolonged period of time. This can be considered biopsychosocial manifestation of the trauma to prevent further stimulation of the site and to protect from any more trauma. There is marked pathology of mindset in the patient, with vasodilatation especially in the facial area, indicating a sympathetic response (from stimulation by cervical outflow). There is marked numbness indicating sensory fatigue of touch receptors in the medial inner thigh. There is marked psychological trauma: post traumatic stress disorder has been reported in many such patients with Inner Thigh Trauma.







Treatment and Prevention:

The Adductor Magnus muscles



The best method of preventing such incidents are strengthening of the adductor magnus muscles of guys. Posture when sitting is also important. Sitting with legs closed (aductor magnus muscles contrated have shown to significantly reduce levels of Chiayewnian Syndrome.





When patients have exhibited symptoms, there is nothing much health care givers can do. It is as much a psychological disorder as it is a somatic pathology. The first thing to assess is as to the extent of the trauma. It is classified below





1 cm- 0 cm from pubic region: Highly SEVERE (needs immediate psychological intervention)





5 cm- 1cm from pubic region: SEVERE ( counselling)





More than 5 cm from pubic region : No intervention needed, surveillance recommended





Numbness in the leg usually subsides within a day while massage with deep heat on the adductor magnus muscles relieves it from contraction and promotes relaxation.





Stress medication should be prescribed if needed.

Published in the Peeamfourianic Journal of Medicine October 2009.

*All names have been changed in accordance with medical ethics.

A video which will make Nyoke Lee's Family proud

PM4 on Taylor's Website!

So because this blog is in dire needs of resuscitation,

look what Taylor's published on their website!

A picture of some from PM4 & our very own Mr Suresh, with the caption "Happy graduates sharing a light moment with their physics teacher, Mr Suresh Muniandy (fifth from left) "

Click here for the webpage.

(Ignore the first half part of the report & just go see the PM4 picture!)

Hikayat Amanat Awaang Kolo kepada Jason Chai

This poem is telling of how intrepid Pm4 girls can get. Awaang Kolo paints a poignant satire of the adventurous girls of Pm4...


Wahai Jason Chai, berhati-hati la kau dengan gelagat gelagat si perempuan PM4.

Adapun mereka yang gatal, suka merenung abs lelaki.

Adapun yang suka jejaka lampai tinggi berilmu bergunung ganang

Adapun mereka yang berhikayat berperihal skandal berlarutan bermula pagu hingga ke larut malam.

Wahai Jason Chai, tutuplah telinga kau bila tergugat,agar jiwa minda dan kau terselamat

Dari kawan jantan kau yang terancam dan solo,

Encik Awaang Kolo

Jika mana mereka bertanya pendapat,

Apakah kuasa seseorang si mamat itu,

adakah abs buntut dia padat dan jitu?

Jawablah kepada insan-insan ini,

Harap-harap dia dah ada bini.

Jikalau mereka mengucapkan Hot Hot

Keluarkan lah sebarang kentot,

Biar mereka terkejut,

Biarkan horniness mereka mengecut,

Biarkan hormones mereka susut.

Jadilah Panglima Garang Amy,

Jadikan diri bagai seorang penjual kolo mee,

Buanglah pheromone mereka,

Supaya mereka kurang terseksa

Amanat ini patut dijadikan warisan pustaka

Bagi kegunaan generasi depan, kini, dahulu kala

To the Family's Thymus Gland,

Ever patient, ever caring, ever dedicated,

Always making sure we did our work & knew our stuff,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY :)

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P.S.: We are currently receiving birthday dedications for Ms Ko. If you have anything to say to Ms Ko (I know you can do that on Facebook but putting it altogether in one blog post is more meaningful lah) please send it to nyokeleesfamily@gmail.com & we shall post it here.
If we gather enough meaningful messages, we shall spam her FB asking her to come check on our blog. ;)

Charle's Day Out

Wednesday was a very funny day.

Two aims were fulfilled on that day.

1) the answering of the question; Where is Jamie ah?

2) the entertainment of Charles Ng Chiun Min, depressed from inactivity and dormancy.

We went to Midvalley: Allyssa, Charles, I and Jamie

we saw 17 again and then went to Starbucks to chat, do you-know-who impersonations, and talk about the years to come, and to further fulfil the clauses of the Jamie-Lohsoh Agreement. No, the clause on throwing chemical models at old ladies was yet to be ratified in action, but i dare say we came close

It was a strange day. From the start of Ally and I coming up to Midvalley,

I recorded 9 times the enchanted question,

Eh, where is Jamie ah?

We even called her on phone finally and asked

Where are you ah?

Even up to where she was in sight, Ally asked once more

Where is Jamie ah?

And once or twice a message came from Charles that asked

Where is Jamie ah?


Clearly the question was answered She was right with us all along.

Mirrors the "you have to get lost to find yourself' tagline.

When after what 2 hours hogging the chairs of Starbucks Gardens, and spending 1 hour buying a book for the sake of buying one,

I bought Hanif kureishi's Buddha of Suburbia by the way, (amid stares of the three "oh yea the buddhist fanaticism thing :P)

But it's a book of literature a British book ( I like only British fiction, but both British and American non-fiction, the latter as a lighter more fun reading material, the former as more of an itellectual challenge- very complex reading habit)

It's a book that examines escapism from dysfunctionality ( that Mark haddon also pokes around with)

It uses such nice vocabulary as f*ck, prick and cum


enough said.

But after Jamie left and thus left us asking

Where is Jamie ahhh? again

Charles took over.


He led us on an eating spree first, practically shortgunning orders
in a Sushi restaurant at Gardens.

A sushi restaurant that charges Rm 12.90 for a slab of fish that can fit in your palm... :p


Then he transported us to an ice cream joint (cant remember the name)

Tried ALL the flavours

made the people working quite nervous that the used testing spoons bucket was filling up fast.

Thank God (PM 4's version or any other version in fact) he bought something.

To mask the embarassment, I and Ally bought also.

Entertaining Charles proved to be a very demanding task.

he then walked into the wine store which purpotedly gives free samples.

Fact: They did not.

Charles actually asked the person to give a tour around the shop: which was no bigger than any chicken rice shop you can find. He was waiting for the owner to offer him some good stuff.

Allyssa and I started laughing

which more or less eliminated all chance of us getting free booze.

The alcoholic he is, Charles, disappointed and wounded dragged us into Isetan Gardens,

where we had to sit on stools as tall as a 1 year old baby and play LEGO

For roughly one hour in which we built purposeless structures while Charles built a tower.

With a window to add to its tower-y glory.

A child was invited to play with his father

to which the child said.

Don't want.

Ok...

when it was time to go home, Charles almost relented saying "Wanna go for a drink?"

Seeing as Alyssa's stomach had reahed critical bursting pressure. Critical in bolded font.

WE pulled him to my car.

And my car was in deep shit.

The sewage tank just next to my car overflowed and there was the overwhelming smell of oh... how do you describe it?

HUMAN SHIT




So My poor Vasa Acini's tyre's and my feet and flip flops got bathed in liquid gold.


such Fun...