My gynae told me that the IVF cycle I’ll be doing is know as the long cycle or down regulation protocol. To start the cycle, I was prescribed with gynera (birth control pill) in order to control my menstrual cycle.
Started taking gynera for 18 days
Lucrin injection to start from today. This is to suppress the pituitary gland in the brain from producing the luteinizing hormone (LH) as we do not want a spontaneous LH surge from interfering with the timing of the egg collection. 10UI (0.1ml) of Lucrin is to be injected at the same time daily under the skin of the tummy. I was supposed to return to the gynae for blood test as well to start the next round of injection on the second day of my period.
Initially I wasn’t feeling comfortable with having to inject myself everyday and wanted the hubby to do it for me instead. However, as I would need to have the injection at the same time everyday, I figured that it would be easier for me to just do it myself. It was pretty easy and didn’t hurt too bad once I got the hang of it after a few times. I did use an ice cube on the area to be injected for a minute or so before to help numb the pain though(yeah I’m a wuss when it comes to pain I know).
Second day of my period/cycle. Got an ultrasound and blood test (to check LH level) done. Gynae told me that the hubby is supposed to start “clearing” daily from today onwards in order to keep his supply fresh. Well with all the injections that I’ve been taking, he needs to do his share as well right? Can’t be just me doing all the work. Heh! :p I was also told that I should get some acupuncture sessions as it is meant to help increase the success rate of the IVF. No idea if it’s true or whether it’s just the hospital wanting to make more money for their TCM clinic but I made an appointment for the next day anyway since the cost is really nothing compared to the total cost of the IVF.
Started daily Gonal-F injection (187.5UI). This is basically a follicle stimulating hormone (FSH) that stimulates the development of ovarian follicles in order to produce more eggs. Bloody expensive injection I have to say, each pen (enough for 2 shots only) cost $700!!! Went for my acupuncture appointment in the afternoon only to be told that I would need to reschedule as I am still having my period. Hmph!
First acupuncture session today. Had a total of 20+ needles stuck in me from the crown of my head to my feet. It didn’t really hurt, although sometimes when the needle hit something I could feel my muscles twitching which felt really uncomfortable. The chinese sinsei also told me that I need to stop taking cold water/food so that my womb doesn’t get cold? Something weird like that anyway. I also need to drink more chinese soup (not the cooling soups though) and eat more protein like egg whites as the protein is meant to help counter the bloating which I am going to feel from all the hormones inside me. To be honest, I don’t really believe in all these but I tried to reduce my cold water intake anyway.
29/06/11 – Did an ultrasound and blood test to monitor the follicle size, thickness of uterine (endometrium) lining, and estradiol level (E2). The ultrasound also showed that there are lots of follicles in both ovaries. All in all, it’s looking good so far.
Follicle Size: 8-10mm
Endo Thickness: 9.2mm
Yet another ultrasound and blood test. I really hate blood tests. Most of the time nurses struggle to find a vein coz my veins are very thin and deep and they end up having to draw blood from the side of my wrist of back of my hand instead. Thankfully the nurse at my gynae’s office is excellent and always manage to get the blood on the first try. There was once when she wasn’t around though and I had 3 nurses standing around me attempting to get my blood. My gynae walked past and was wondering what the fuss was about and in the end she had to do it herself. Bloody hurt though coz she had to draw the blood from the side of my wrist as both my arms had already been poked multiple times by the nurses. Anyway, progress was still looking good so far.
Follicle Size: 9-14mm
Endo Thickness: 11.1mm
Third acupuncture session. Such a pain coz it was my 5th consecutive day at the hospital.
Told the hubby that after today he would not need to acquaint himself with Mrs. Palmer any more and he was very happy about it. It might sound enjoyable but I could imagine what a pain it was to still have to do it after a long, tiring day at work.
Boobs felt very sore when I woke up, I suppose it was due to all the hormones inside me. Went to the hospital for my blood test and ultrasound and unfortunately the results show that my E2 level was way too high and that I was at risk of developing ovarian hyperstimulation syndrome (OHSS).
Follicle Size: 11-19mm
Endo Thickness: 11.1mm
E2: 25860pg/ml (I was told that for me anything above 17000pg/ml meant high risk of OHSS so I was way over)
Due to this, my gynae decided to give me the hCG (human chorionic gonadotropin) trigger shot tomorrow instead of the day after. It also meant that I would not be able to do the embryo transfer after the egg retrieval. Instead I would have to wait for 2 cycles in order for my hormones level to go back to normal. Naturally the hubby and I were disappointed but decided it was better to delay the embryo transfer than to risk me getting very sick. I was to take my last shot of Gonal-F tonight and also prescribed with antibiotics (in preparation for the egg retrieval) and dostinex which is supposed to help with OHSS.
Took my last Lucrin shot and had another acupuncture session. I also had to go back to the hospital at night for my hCG trigger shot. This shot is supposed to complete the maturation process of the eggs. While this is also a subcutaneous injection like Lucrin and Gonal-F, it has to be timed very carefully (~36 hours before egg retrieval) and so the gynae wanted me to get it done at the hospital instead of at home. If the injection is given too early, the eggs will not have matured enough. If given too late, the eggs may be “too old” and won’t fertilize properly.
Woke up with sore boobs and stomach felt quite bloated. Quite relieved though that I was done with all the daily injections.
Egg retrieval/pick up day! This post is getting too long though so I’ll get to that in the next post.
Wow, can’t believe it has been more than a year since I last posted an entry. While I still read my friends page, I’ve gotten lazy and couldn’t be bothered to blog anymore. It just seems so much easier to use twitter instead. The reason why I’m starting again now is to document my IVF journey. Close friends and my twitter friends will know that Merrill and I are currently undergoing IVF and I have gotten quite a few requests to share the whole process. I figured it’s a good idea since it might be of help to others who are considering assisted reproduction. Plus in future I can show my kids just how much I had to go through for them. Heh!
I suppose I should start from the beginning. After being married for almost 3 years, Merrill and I decided to start trying for a baby sometime late last year. Well, Merrill actually wanted to try earlier but it took a year for my period to come back after I got off the pill so we couldn’t have tried earlier anyway. Most couples who are trying to conceive will probably just try for some time before going for fertility tests if they are unsuccessful but Merrill decided that he didn’t want to waste any time so I booked myself in for an appointment with a gynaecologist at Raffles Hospital that my girlfriend recommended to get some tests done. At the same time, Merrill also arranged to have male fertility tests done at the same hospital.
We went to Sydney for a month after getting the tests done so it wasn’t till late last December that we went back to the hospital for the results. Merrill’s tests came back all clear but the gynae didn’t have very good news for me. My periods have never been regular and I was diagnosed with polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS). In addition to that, a HSG test (which bloody hurts by the way) showed that my left fallopian tube is partially blocked. This could be due to a number of reasons (eg. endometriosis) but she will not be able to determine it until a laparoscopy is performed. Unfortunately she will not be able to schedule me in for a laparoscopy until I get my next period (only way to be sure that I am not pregnant while the procedure is being done) so that means we had to wait. I think we ended up having to wait for about 2 months (due to my irregular period) before I was finally booked in for the procedure in early March this year.
The laparoscopy was fairly painless since I was under general anaesthetic. It was my first time having surgery done and I have to say general anaesthetic rawks! It was a little scary initially inhaling the gas coz it feels as if it got harder to breathe as you start to lose consciousness but before you know it you are out and when you wake up the surgery is done. No pain at all! We were told that the procedure was a success, the blockage has been cleared and there was also no sign of endometriosis which is good news. I did have to stay in hospital overnight and Merrill decided to accompany me. I felt so bad though coz even though we opted for a deluxe room with a day bed, the day bed was so hard and uncomfortable that he barely got any sleep the whole night. Not to mention I wasn’t much of a company as I spent most of the day sleeping off the residual effects of the anaesthetic.
With that out of the way, the gynae then prescribed metformin for my PCOS and clomiphene (also known as clomid or clomifene) to help me to ovulate. I started off with 50mg of clomiphene for 1 cycle. I wasn’t responding to it so for the next cycle the dosage was increased to 100mg. Unfortunately I still wasn’t responding to it. The gynae told me that she could increase it to 150mg for the next cycle but higher dosage can sometime make it harder to conceive as clomiphene can decrease the quality of your cervical mucus (which sperm need to make their way to the egg). It can also cause the lining of your uterus to become thinner and hence less ideal for implantation. It was up to me whether I would like to continue trying clomiphene or to try something else. I was told to come in for another appointment with Merrill so that she can discuss our options with us.
Basically we had 2 options, IUI (intrauterine insemination) or IVF (in vitro fertilization). Both will require the use of fertility drugs to stimulate the ovaries. The difference is that wth IUI, washed sperm (spermatozoa which have been removed from most other components of the seminal fluids) is injected directly into the uterus. IVF however, requires the eggs to be removed from the ovaries, fertilized with the washed sperm in the lab and cultured in an incubator before being transferred back into the uterus. To sum it up, IUI is a less invasive procedure (and also cost a lot less). Unfortunately due to my age and the fact that I actually do have a lot of eggs in my ovaries, the chances of a multiple pregnancy (not talking just twins, but triplets or even quadruplets) is pretty high with IUI and hence is not really recommended for me. Which really just leaves us with the last option, IVF.
And so we begin the long process…
I just arrived back in Hong Kong a few hours ago, and I just have to say, holy shit am I glad to be out of China.
On this trip, we went to Guangzhou, Changping, and Humen. And our experiences echoed that of our last trip to Xiamen and Shantou I think it was. China peeps are batshit crazy. I’m surprised that with the modernisation of the great red nation and huge growth in car ownership, that the population of China is what it is.
Every time I set foot on the road, I thought I was going to die. Everything I sat my ass in a car, I thought our driver was going to kill someone. I’ve said before and I’ll say it again, China is the fricken’ wild west when it comes to navigating the roads.
One particular incident this trip of which I’ll never forget, Erica and I were crossing the road at a pedestrian crossing, with a green man lit, when this bus came barreling along right into the pedestrian crossing. Basically it hardly slowed down and just flashed it’s lights, scattering us, and all other pedestrians like ten pins. Anyone in the front of that bus would have been killed, plain and simple.
A cacophony of horns blare non-stop throughout the day in a concert of noise I’ve never heard anywhere else I’ve been. Whereas in Australia, you will almost never hear a horn.
And the sad thing is, this is normal. People stroll nonchalantly across five lane roads with cars blasting around the like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Cars have no respect for pedestrians, or traffic signage, and seem like they’ll literally drive over you if you don’t get out of their way. They even drive the wrong way against traffic on the roads seemingly on a whim! I’ve seen many even do the pedestrian nudge, which in any civilised country, would result in the driver getting his head smashed in.
But on the flip side of that coin, you can’t blame the drivers either, because the pedestrians themselves don’t give a shit about cars. In fact, no one seems to give a shit about any other person apart from themselves. Erica was at the front of the queue at McDonalds and in the midst of ordering, this lady just pushes her way in and starts order as the lady was still taking Erica’s order, ignoring her and the rest of the queue. I was at the front of the lift queue waiting, and right as the doors open, these 2 guys just barge in in front of me, and proceed to repeatedly try to close the lift door on me… repeatedly!
One interesting comparison I like to make is when you take an intersection with no lights. In Australia, all the cars are hesitant to move because each would rather let another have the right of way. In Asia, the opposite seems to hold true more often than not, with all cars moving forward in demand of the right of way.
Cars and buses rain litter from the windows like confetti, and every second person just spits all over the street. Even if that means right at your feet, in the middle of a crowded sidewalk. Mothers let their children take a piss openly on the roadside in front of crowds, and it wouldn’t surprised me if I one day saw someone taking a shit in a public fountain.
The scary thing is, some of these things remind me of Singapore 30 years ago in the 80s, before I moved to Australia. Chinese are inherently selfish, and that is the problem with the country. Sadly, they have to be selfish, or they won’t be able to survive.
If you were only honest man in a room full of crooks, it won’t be long before you’re well and truly screw under. Now that’s just an analogy, but it seems to be the key to survival in this city. Whether it be from something as small as boarding a bus, to something larger like tendering for a business contract, the honest will lose out.
It’s funny when you read about how much pride that the Chinese netizens seem to have of their country, because they seem to have a strange way of showing it in their day to day lives. What does it mean to have pride in your country? To me, it means that you treat the country as you would your own house, and everything under it.
That every man is your family, and that all the land is your property. To treat everything outside your front door as if it were on the inside of it. To me, that is national pride. By acts of selfish behaviour such as cutting queues, cheating your fellow man, or spitting and littering, it demonstrates a lack of pride in your country. However, if this is what a person does under his own roof, then I have no case to make.
Being born in Singapore, it’s simply amazing to witness how far and how fast the nation, and it’s people, have progressed in such a short amount of time. One of the greatest gifts that former PM Lee Kuan Yew gave to the nation, I believe, is a strong sense of pride in itself. If you can truly lead your people, inspire them and create a vision for them that they believe in, it’s incredible just what they can achieve. What they are willing to put aside and pull together to accomplish.
Singapore has come a long way, and like *every* nation, still has further to go (especially on the roads). Singaporeans have long been tagged with the kiasu (afraid to lose) stigma, and from what I’ve seen, is a stigma that is not unfounded. But on the flipside, it’s heartening to see that the nations leaders have made it one of their goals break this down and unite their people as one.
Singapore is small, whereas China is… a size beyond words. However I hope that one day… sometime in the future, they’ll be able to look back upon themselves and take pride in how far they’ve come. Not as a technological vanguard, not as a financial superpower, and not as a military might. But as a family under one roof. A roof that belongs to each and every man, and whom will treat it with all the respect and pride that it deserves.
Now let me just give the public a heads up. This post is more than likely going to offend more than I’d like. Not that that’s ever been really a concern to me before. However, given that if even my wife, of whom I can proudly say has a rather strong and adventurous intestinal fortitude, finds what I’m about to describe highly disturbing, then it’s a rather safe bet to say that many more people out there will squirm at what I’m about to describe.
It won’t come as a huge surprise if people thought what I said about eating dogs in my last post was a joke. After all, it’s a rare event indeed for me to be serious about anything. Unfortunately if you happen to fall into that camp… BZZZ!!! Wrong! So on with the detail.
As an animal lover, I’m no different from anyone else when it comes to the notion of eating dogs. Given I’ve owned dogs my entire life, it is a pretty icky thought. On the other hand, I love meat. I’m a carnivore through and through and any type of meat in my eyes is fair and tasty game. As long as it doesn’t make me a cannibal.
So logically speaking, I cannot think of a single valid argument as to why I shouldn’t give dog a try. My belief is that the value of an animal lies not in what it is, but in the way that it was raised. I wouldn’t think of eating a dog that is someones pet anymore that I would want to eat a pig that was someones pet. However, if an animal was raised purely for slaughter, that it is by no means different to any other meat. Crazy activists will have you think otherwise citing personality and intelligence, but that makes no sense and only serves to devalue all other living creatures that are conventional sources of meat.
But anyway, no one wants to hear me justify my canine eating ways. Asians have been termed “Dog eaters” by classy white folks as long as I can remember. I, like many of my racial kin, have been affectionately (and not so affectionately) called a dog eater all throughout my schooling years, and probably more times thereafter.
It’s funny I have to admit. It’s no different from calling a Kiwi a sheep shagger or an Aussie a roo raper. At least dog eating doesn’t hint at any act of bestial fornication. I take small consolations where I can. So after all those years of dog eating jibes, I’ll finally live up to the tag and I’ll wear it proudly like a scouts badge. A merit badge for dog eating, if you will.
Initially I was somewhat hesitant about trying it, having to push myself a little to go through with it. But like most things in my life, once I start doing some research, I get all excited and start chomping at the bit. It was only when I started to research places where I could eat dog, that I started getting all hyped up and excited at trying it.
Which brings me to a point. For all the bloody jokes and jibes that China gets about eating dog, it’s so fricken’ hard to find a place to do it!!! I spent hours trying to find a place to eat dog at, but failed miserably. Eventually I came across a place called the Qingping West Meat Market. A place which is supposedly famous for sporting all manner of life that would eventually end up in ones belly. Dogs, cats, rats, snakes, bats, turtles, raccons, and even anteaters. Oh, and not to mention the humble tiger penis.
Reading about it got me all excited (and disgusted), and Erica followed me reluctantly to find this place. After eons of searching, we finally managed to find an area with cages upon cages of puppies and kittens. Unfortunately, they belonged to an area that specialised in pets. Apparently in the last year or 2, possibly related to the SARS outbreak as some say Qingping was ground zero, the whole exotic edible animal business was closed down.
After hyping myself up so much, having no dog to eat made me a sad panda… one that hasn’t been served with black bean sauce yet. And so it was back to google, with me desperately trying to find a place to try dog before the trip was over. No luck.
In a moment of utter desperation and randomness, I simply typed “dog meat” into Google Maps. Suddenly, a ray of sunshine broke forth from the heavens, in the shape of a red google maps pin, and materialised upon the surface of my phone! Could it be? Did I actually strike gold after hours of fruitless searching? The HANJIAN DOG MEAT RESTAURANT the label indicated! *choir sings*
Booyah! And after another adventure involving us trying to catch a fricken’ taxi, we were finally on our way. And so I present to you…
Erica has made it very clear that she is completely unimpressed, and does not approve of my current culinary expedition. Me on the other hand, was giggling like a schoolgirl and grinning my face off. We were the only two people in the place which, from what Erica tells me, is a Korean restaurant. Makes sense, since dog is eaten in Korea too.
Given that I can’t read the menu, Erica reads out the menu to me. Pausing after each line on the dog menu to give me an evil stare. Dog ribs, Dog Hot Pot, Dog Hot Pot Korean style, Dog soup, etc etc. Sadly, there was no roast dog. However, I was happy to content myself with the dog ribs and spicy dog hot pot. Both of which I will be alone in trying to finish.
I felt like such a child when Erica was ordering. When she said “Gou rou” (dog meat), I started giggling to myself. Erica gave me the look that said I’m sleeping on the couch tonight, and the waitress gave me a look that probably said I’m a retard.
Well I don’t care. As they say, he who has the last laugh, eats dog.
The first dish that came out was the dog ribs. I don’t know what type of dog it was, but I just hope it was at least a cute one. Anyway, it looked very similar to lamb or mutton ribs. I took my first bite with a small amount a trepidation, not knowing what to expect. Would I suddenly develop a conscience? Would my stomach decide to stage a mutiny against my mind? What I didn’t expect, was flavour country! Or well texture country anyway. The dog ribs were amazing! So juicy and tender it was! This would be close to some of the best Asian style ribs I’ve ever had in texture.
Now I’m not saying that purely to be a bastard. If I wanted to be a bastard, I’d say “Hot damn this shih tzu tastes guuuuddd!!!! And this piece here, I think it’s poodle and from the taste, a cute one too!!”.
No sir, I mean it when I say that these were some tasty and tender ribs, truly. The meat had the consistency of a lamb brisket, and the skin that of a pig. If you were to blindfold me, I would say it was lamb.
The Dog hot pot itself was very similar to the Korean soon dobu chigae or however you spell it. Even though I had asked for the Chinese and not Korean style hot pout. But I love my Korean chigae and this was a very tasty one, absolutely packed with chunks of tender dog meat. For these I think they used Pomeranians. I kid I kid!
I don’t know why but I’m just surprised at how tender and juicy dog is. I have to say that I very much enjoyed the dishes, with me doing some serious solo damage to both of them. I left the restaurant with a big grin on my face and my wife wanting to kick me in the nuts.
So would I eat dog again? As much as I enjoyed my meal, I probably won’t go out of my way to eat it. Both because Erica hates the thought of it, and because people say that you never know if it may have been someones pet that went missing. Am I glad I tried it? Hell yeah! Life is about experiences and this is another notch on the belt. Would I recommend it to others? Again, definitely. Like anything else in life, do what you do for the sake of the right reasons, and logic, just as much as you shouldn’t do certain things for the right reasons, and logic. Look past the ick factor, ask yourself why or why not, then make the decision. But that decision is your own and nobody elses, which is why in your face activists piss me off.
I have to give a shout out to my darling wife, whom persisted with me all through this. I know she absolutely hates the idea of eating dog, it makes her sick. But even so, she respected my wish to try something new and not only didn’t get in the way, but assisted me to accomplish it. A task that was no easy feat I tell you, given what we had to go through to find this place. Sure she tried to talk me out of it, sure she got pissed at me when I kept making jokes in poor taste (standard), but nonetheless she stood firm by me. Most other girls I have know would have walked off, of done the “Fine you want to eat it, you go find it yourself.”. Especially so after my smartass quips and jokes.
But not this girl… not this girl. And she’s my girl
P.S, I swear I tasted mini-schnauzer in that hot pot… and the next items on my hit list are rat and cat.
Over the last couple of months, I’ve rediscovered my love of reading. A love that had been cast aside and relegated to the bench, in favour or other forms of entertainment.
It’s probably been a good 4-5 years since I’ve picked up a book and read for pleasure. Well, that’s assuming the “true stories” section from Hustler doesn’t count. I picked up a copy of Neil Strauss’s The Game at the airport on my Sydney trip, and since then have rekindled a passion that I’ve long since forgotten.
I reacquainted myself with the late Robert Jordan’s work, hammering through the long awaited book 12 and 13 of the Wheel of Time. I have to say, Brandon Sanderson whom picked up the pen in his Jordan’s stead has done an absolutely exceptional job, with these 2 books being by the the best in the series since Book 6. And I can’t wait for the final book which will be out sometime next year.
And more recently, I’ve finally gotten around to giving George R.R. Martin’s epic saga A Song of Ice and Fire a go, after hearing so much about it. Hearing Paul sing it’s praises in Thailand, for the 100th time, finally persuaded me to give it a shot. And I have to say, he’s right.
I’ve just banged through the first 3 books and whilst not as easy to get into as some other fantasy novels, the plot and characterisation is absolutely superb. That being said, this is one of the most frustrating books I’ve ever read. In fact, it’s almost exhausting. The sheer amount of plot twists and turns will leave your head spinning. And the author truly breaks from the standard fiction mold in never ever giving the good guys a break. Normally, I relish the moments where the protagonists get well and truly shafted, because it’s hardly ever done. But in A Song of Ice and Fire, they just keep getting fucked, and fucked, and fucked. And just when you think they’re going to catch a break, they get fucked some more.
It’s a heart wrenching and absolutely riveting tale. The book takes some time to get into given the sheer detail and complexity of the characters and the world, but the payoff is absolutely worth it. It probably them most realistic, for lack of a better expression (maybe believable?), fantasy tale that I’ve ever read.
HBO is in the midst of filming book 1 of A Song of Ice and Fire, which is A Game of Thrones, as a mini-series. I believe it comes out in April, and I can’t wait. Let’s hope it does the book justice! HBO has a fine track record of quality productions such as Band of Brothers, The Pacific, and Generation Kill, for example. If they maintain their values for A Game of Thrones, it will be superb no doubt!
Well it’s off to Guangzhou tomorrow. I had a rollicking good time in Hong Kong which is, believe it or not, somewhat of a rarity. It’s been freezing ass cold and I was poorly ass prepared for the weather. 1 fleeting glimpse of the sun in the 5 days we’ve been here. Nonetheless, any sort of brisk winter ambiance is always preferable to a muggy tropical one. Though don’t get me started on having to shower in an ice cold room with that infernal water flow heater thing… *veins throbbing*
This trip to HK has reinforced the old axiom of that it’s not where you travel, but whom you travel with, that makes for an enjoyable time. However, this trip has a combined purpose of business mixed with pleasure, and from tomorrow, we start to focus more on the business.
And after Guangzhou, it’s back to Hong Kong for a few more days before we return home to Singers. Mmm.. more beef brisket noodles, more deep fried fish skin, more condensed milk buns, more hot Gong Cha milk tea (too warm in SG to drink it hot), and more chou tofu. Sadly, the chou tofu here needs more chou. It’s too mild.
Oh and someone just recently commented on the HK post I did eons ago, asking me where the nice beef brisket place was. Sorry I forgot to reply, let me know if you still want to know where it is! Anyhoo, I can’t get enough of it.
Now going to Guangzhou for business is a daunting prospect, given that my mandarin ability doesn’t stem far beyond random tid bits such as “da pigu” or “ker ai xiao gou”. For the curious, I noticed that the counterfeit fleshlight market in Singapore was sorely lacking and as such, I’m going to China to try and remedy that. This is the pot of gold at the bottom of the rainbow, I can just feel it!
So it’s off to the land of my rice munching forefathers to do what I need to do, and also that of which I really don’t. What does the latter specifically refer to? Dog… that’s why. I’m making a pledge… a promise, that if wander past any eating establishment that happens to serve up dog, I’m gonna order it. I’m going to fulfill the Asian stereotype truly, and eat dog.
Sure it makes me feel a little funny, but there is no logical reason that anyone can present to me not to do so. Erica does think it’s quite disgusting, but she can’t sway me. I intend to dine on dog at least once in my life, and there’s no time like the present. Apparently there’s a popular dog restaurant in Guangdong. Hmmm…
So yep, it will be an interesting few days ahead.
P.S Apologies for the incessant twitter spam all through today. I was bored, but at least I gave a heads up!
You think you’re so damn clever don’t you? Sitting there where you are, watching me, mocking me. Acting so smug and superior. You think you’re better than me is that it? I know what you really are. You think I can’t read you… you think your expressionless facade is enough to fool me. Well I’m not fooled.
You’re trash, you’re nothing but absolute trash. You’ll never be anything, and you’ll never get anywhere. So go ahead, toy with me. Treat me with all the condescension you can muster. You think I can’t handle your games? Well you’re sorely mistaken buddy.
It’s not like I’ve been anything but reasonable. I’ve tried to treat you with respect, and look upon you with nothing but dignity. I gave you every chance in the world when my gut instinct whispered otherwise. It’s not like I was asking the world. It’s not like my demands were too much or too unreasonable. I wasn’t asking for the fucking stars, just for a LITTLE DAMN CO-OPERATION!!!
But no, you’re too good for that. You just jerked me along like a stupid puppet, making me dance to your strings. Giving me just enough to scrape by. I ask for more, you taunt me… obliging me even less. When I find a way to make do with less, you tease me with false hints of generosity.
Well you know what? Screw you. I don’t bloody need you. Soon enough, you’ll be out of my life for good. In a few years, you’ll be less then trash. The most you’ll ever aspire to be is nothing but recycled garbage. And then you’ll look back and wish, no, beg, to be in my favour. But it’ll be too late. I hate you. I despise you. And I hope you enjoy the sour taste of the bottom of the trash heap.
You stupid good for nothing electric wall mounted water flow heating unit. I hate flow heaters. I swear this is the most frustrating invention ever… It’s like trying to take a shower under a solitary stream of warm piss. And it’s winter, 10 degrees, and freezing here in HK. Bah humbug.
Another 1, possibly 2 hard drive failures. That makes a total of about 5+ in the last 2 years. What the hell is up with HDD’s these days?! I went for close on 10 years with no HDD failures then suddenly boom… craptown. It’s very disappointing.
Arrived home back in Sydney to a dead media server and a dead OS on my primary machine. What the hell. Thankfully, I managed to get the media server back up and running again yesterday which was an absolute pain, given that it is remote access only and is unable to have a monitor hooked up to it. I was faced with the real imminent loss of about 4.5 Terabytes of data, which would have pissed me off to say the least. Damn you non-redundant pseudo RAID!!
But I’m very surprised at the failure of my primary drive in my main PC. I decided to ditch Seagate altogether, because their quality over the last half decade has gone down the toilet, and went with Western Digital. I the last 3 months I have purchased 7 Caviar Green 2TB HDD’s and 1 Caviar Black 2TB HDD as my primary. Caviar Black is pretty much the top of the line of the consumer range. Which fricken’ HDD failed? The damn black. FFFFUUUUUU!!!!!
I’m really losing patience at this whole HDD thing. Fair enough I understand that whilst enclosures stay the same size, the platters are getting squeezed closer and closer together, and running at higher and higher RPMs to increase read and write times. But surely the trade off shouldn’t be reliability to such an extent???
Hopefully this will be the end of it because if I see one more HDD failure in the next year, I’m going to kick a puppy. Even though my media server is back up and running now, I have my doubts about the integrity of the OS HDD. Might be time to pull out the spare 5-bay eSata extension and put in some redundancy.
HDD failures. DO NOT WANT!!!
On the flip side, I picked up a new video card today when I went in to do a warranty replacement for my HDD. For the longest time, new video card day is like Christmas. It’s one of the days in the year that I look the most forward to. New video card day is always so exciting. I’m such a geek…
And so I’m now finally back in SG. I miss my room, comfy bed, big twin shower, 3 lil’ doggies, and of course my taitai. And I just indulged in the most awesomemest baby making shenanigans… oh yeah, dry spell over! *fist pump*
The return flight however to the land of the Lionmaid was far from pleasant. All these years, I’ve always championed the cause of fatties around the world. That they should be treated like equals and for them not to be required to purchase two seats. For what are these lovable lardicious strumpets if not just simple people like you and me? Fair enough they look like they eat people just like you and me… just as a snack… but that’s besides the point.
Fat people have feelings too (oh I just snickered… for shame Mez), and they don’t deserve the embarrassment of being slugged with a 2 seat financial penalty just for them to fly from point A to B.
However, after being in another of those “Oh god why me??!!!” predicaments yesterday, where I was stuck next to the biggest damn person on the flight, I’m tempted to change my mind. Oh god… WHY ME??!!!
Out of all the visible people on the flight, I see this huge guy, lets just call him Bob, rumpling down towards me from between the aisles. I looked at Bubble Bob and said to myself, as I usually do in these circumstances, “Man, I feel sorry for the poor bastard whom is gonna have his head buried in that guys stanky armpit…”.
Well once again, the cosmos, God or some higher power, those damn leprechauns, or Gargamel had decided to work their strange nefarious ways and screw me over again. Tractor Bob, because he rumbled down the aisles like a tractor, pulled up next to me like a drive through counter at MacDonalds.
“39 B…” uttered Balloon Bob, because he looked like a balloon figure that clowns make at kids parties. That was when my heart sank. Am I so unlucky as to be one of the two people on this flight that would be struck by the proverbial lightning? That lightning taking the form of one Jabba the Hut.
The smell of stale taco’s and nacho cheese (creative license exercised) washed over me as he attempted to pour himself into the my adjacent seat, the middle seat in a row of three. He not so much sat down, as much as displaced the fabric of the universe that happened to occupy that seemingly empty space. Somehow, it felt that he had occupied space that was part of me as well.
I looked over at Jabba bob, squirming and squeezing, trying to get comfortable in his seat, and I felt a pang of pity for him. The poor guy looked so uncomfortable. Imagine yourself trying to squeeze into a child seat, and that was what it looked the he was trying to do.
He wasn’t only fat, but he was big. I mean tall, big boned, the whole lot. He had legs like tree trunks and arms that looked like they could punch a hole through Superman. For once, I was thankful that I’m a small guy. Because he was so big, his body extended out in front of me, so when I was pressed back in my seat, my shoulder was kinda behind his, if that makes any sense.
Unfortunately, he also had rage issues. He seemed to have this chip on his shoulder, complaining constantly and randomly for the first few hours of the flight. He complained about the aircraft noise, asking the flight attendant why it was so and if there was anything they could do about it. My heart soared when he was told that there was another seat available, but the noise was the same, and sank when Burger Bob said it was pointless for him to move then.
He complained about the seats, complained about the tray table which he didn’t know how to work (which wouldn’t fit over his legs anyway), and just kept being pissy. Throwing his rubbish on the floor in front of where the flight attendant sits in a huff, and mumbling to himself constantly, calling the flight “a debacle”.
Yes…Gondwanaland Bob was such stellar company. Thankfully, I was on the aisle seat and as such, could curl up on my side and extend myself into the empty space beyond. By the way, after flying A380s for so long, I forgot just how small the damn 747 seats are. They swapped out my A380 with a 747 due to those engine issues. Damn you Rolls Royce… I hope you guys eat a dick in court.
So anyway, that was the story of Marshmallow Bob and me. Not the most pleasant flight, and definitely a good case for why fatties the world over should be granted 2 seats for the sake of the poor bastard next to them. As to who picks up the tab for this, I don’t know. Maybe they should just dazzle them with a Happy Meal at the check-in counter so that they will sign payment for two seats with no hesitation in their lustful burger frenzy.