Unkers@TheMovies - The Bourne Ultimatum

Simon Templer, James Bond, Jason Bourne.

What do they have in common? Nothing really except that Roger Moore played both The Saint and that MI6 spy with the license to thrill. Plus the cheeky cheater would be utterly unbelievable as a CIA-trained super-killer if he was ever asked to do a Bourne instalment =))



Anyway Matt Damon is another kettle of fish altogether. Dark, intense, and grittingly sexy in his own way, he returns again as the babyfaced Amnesiac-Assassin bent on remembering his past. Only this time he faces the mighty Black-Ops behemoth of his former Langley bosses. Who incidentally have a couple of super-killers up their sleeves themselves.

And oh what a ride it is.

Even though 5 mins into the movie, you will be desperately trying to remember where Supremacy, and Identity before that, left off. But don't worry, Bourne has enough on-screen flashbacks in that forgetful memory of his to re-jig your own...errr..memory =)) That should bring you up to speed as the movie zips along while you follow dear Jason from Moscow to Turin, Tangier to Latvia. All very exotic. Makes you want to go on holiday, sans the guns.

You know with a movie like this, one really gets a glimpse into the inner 'shenanigans' of the CIA. The uglier side of the agency as it were. Erm, the 'License To Kill Anyone' side. Black Operations. And believe you me, its real man. At least I think so. Its just that a successful black operation has yet to be achieved with Osama bin Laden =)) Then again the Americans' obsession with that Terrorist Sheik is so open its anything but covert anymore.

But I digress =))

The Bourne Ultimatum is in essence, a thriller through and through. And like its 2 predecessors, it shows the human-side of a man expertly and intelligently honed in the Art of Kill. And get away with it to boot. In this last instalment, Jason gets the help and sympathy of a couple of CIA agents who realise that, perhaps, Black is not always cool. Also the last car chase is so visceral, I can only imagine what it would look like in 3-D IMAX.

Kickass extreme. Thanks to Moby too.

8/10

A Diver's Core

Indulged myself in a divers' core set of fins, mask and snorkel today. The stuff is from ScubaPro, somewhat of a class-leader in the world of diving equiptment.

And not cheap either, if I may add.



Top of the range Twin Jet Max split fins. Double the power but doubly less leg work because of advanced ScubaPro engineering that gives it rigidity for thrust and yet flexibility for comfort and energy conservation.


The ScubaPro Clear Vu all-round vision half mask. Excellent excellent visability but most importantly, it fits on the face like a dream.


Phoenix Dry Snorkel. It'll take a complete and prolonged dunking in the water to wet this one..Or else dry as a bone.


5mm Delta Club booties. Very rugged and to be used with the open-ended, strap-on Twin Jet fins. Can also double up as intertidal/mangrove flat explorers as they glide over the shore.

The Climb

Three months ago, when a few of my guys/gals and me were talking about a possible vacation together, the idea of climbing Mt Kinabalu, SE Asia's 3rd highest peak, was bandied about.

Now, in a little less than 2 weeks' time (from 9 Sep - 14 Sep), we will be climbing Malaysia's highest mountain at 4095m.

And boy are we excited!



On my part, there is this sense of responsibility and trepidation as 'Expedition Leader' to make sure the physical, mental and logistical aspects of the climb are well taken care off. Unlike some others, we are putting the trip up entirely ourselves since we are not on some package tour. From booking the 0730hrs flight from Senai Airport, to arranging for transfers from Kinabalu town to the Base Camp, to getting our beds settled at Laban Rata (the halfway point to the summit), to booking our climbing permits and guides. The wonders of the Internet! =))

My guys and gals are not exactly Sherpas when it comes to tackling mountains but then again, neither am I. As least I am comforted by the fact they each of the 5-man team is making the effort, on their own, to condition themselves for the climb by doing simple mid-distance runs and weights to strengthen the lungs and leg muscles. My mantra is that physical fitness holds the key to an enjoyable and injury-free climb. Yes we know as far as mountains go, Kinabalu is not that difficult to do. But we still want to be sufficiently prepared for a fuss-free ascent/descent and we are certainly going to give the grand old lady its due respect, possible altitude-sickness and all.



Over the next few days, in the run-up to D-day on 9 Sep, I will be giving you guys some updates on what we have been doing to prepare ourselves. For instance, there is this little debate on what shoes we should be wearing (open-toe trekking sandals or waterproof Gortex Army Boots?) and what type of supplies we should be carrying up the 2 day climb.

I am also busy poring over my old Biology textbooks so that I can better appreciate the amazing biodiversity of flora and fauna that Mt Kinabalu is said to contain. There are about 600 species of ferns on Kinabalu for example, exceeding the 500 species found in the whole of the African continent. Plus a whole range of animal species, some of which are endemic to the mountain and its environs. By reading up, I hope to make this trip one of learning as well as bonding for the team. Most of whom are Economics and Arts majors who can't tell an Ant-eater from a Pangolin or Rafflesia from a Pitcher Plant =))



We are also planning to pop over to the tropical waters of Gaya Island off Kota Kinabalu town for a spot of snorkeling before the climb to perhaps soak and sufficiently warm up our bodies for the cold ascent. Pity I won't be diving because I can't anyway due to the complications of decompression sickness associated with diving and immediate mountain climbing thereafter.



Can't Wait! =)

Unkster Uncovered 9 : Connecting At The Connectors

Well I just got back from an early morning biking session. And since I'm cooling off before showering and going off again for a movie, thought I share what we did.

For a change, we attempted an urban trip instead of the usual off-road sessions at Ubin or Kranji. NParks is promoting cycling through Singapore's many Park Connectors scattered throughout the island and you'll be surprised where these trails, that meander through housing estates and even the downtown CBD area, take you. Park Connectors, by virtue of the term, connect the 'Green Lungs' of the city and this network of green corridors is slated to widen in the next year or so. One day it may be possible to cycle from coast to coast through the parks in the middle.

Today we cycled from Kim Seng Park, just opposite Great World City, to the East Coast Parkway. A 32km roundtrip that took us through the 3 Quays, Robertson, Boat and Clarke, past the Fullerton Hotel, Asian Civilisations Museum and Esplanade, cutting across the Marina Promenade up to Kallang Basin along Nicoll Highway and then straight through to the ECP via Fort Road.

Being an urban trip, the terrain was easy to navigate. No undulating gradients and curves and what not. The picture of Kim Seng Park below shows what can be expected most of the way...



I used my friend's road bike. Lightweight and very fast, zipping through the underpasses and pavements was a breeze..





Clarke Quay, in the mid-morning when the throngs of boozing revellers are not there yet, is actually a pleasant place to be. But personally, I think Robertson Quay is more quaint, with its riverside cafes all opened for a leisurely late breakfast.


Likewise Cavanagh Bridge and its environs, right smack in the middle of the CBD, was a pleasant enough place to linger for awhile and take in the history of the ex British Colonial bastion. I took this picture while riding my bike and turning my head backwards =))


We were surprised that when we got to Kallang Basin, almost 3/4 of the journey to the ECP, we all still had a relatively fresh pair of legs. Maybe the cross-country training on Ubin helped. Whatever it was, we spent some time watching the various Dragon Boat teams practise their strokes. And its pretty amazing just how many people are into rowing these intricately painted long boats these days.


The only drawback of these Park Connector rides is that you must have your own bike. NParks intends to have integrated rental kiosks along the routes soon but until then you need your own set of wheels. One day it might be possible that you rent a bike from Kim Seng and then return it to the kiosk at the ECP.

But for now, we are going to concentrate on finishing up all the available trails after doing the Central one. There is another 50km return-trip sojourn in the West and another 32km one in the East.

Anni-adversaries

You know people celebrate or commemorate Anniversaries.

I mean a birthday party is a celebration of an anniversary. And the placement of a little ad in the papers on a Loved One's Death Anniversary is a remembrance of what is missed in that person. Then there are Wedding Anniversaries and Nationhood Anniversaries and anniversaries that commemorate some significant event or another through the passage of time.

Some people create their own anniversaries. The little stupid things they want to remember that is nonsense to everyone else but means a whole lot to them. There may not be a celebration or commemoration per se but still the memory of the dates' seemingly silly significance lingers. When you first kissed your girlfriend. When your much-loved pet died. Your first paycheck. The day you bought your 1st car. Your first day in National Service. The list is somewhat endless and very personal. Most bring a smile to your face. Others a tear or two.

The thing about Anniversaries is that whether or not they become etched in the long Time-line of Life depends on whether you want to remember the day or event. Then there are Anniversaries you would rather not think about or choose to forget, but keep coming back to haunt you year after year for some reason.

26 Aug 96 is one such bittersweet memory that brings both a smile and a tear. Come Sunday, it would have been 11 years to the day.

But come Sunday, things would be so different from the ten 26th of August's before...

Pet Shop Boy

Its so funny.

I asked some friends what they thought, if they had a close friend whom everyone thinks is Straight, coming out of the closet to say he's Gay. Dropping a bombshell as it were. What would they say? Why would they feel any different? Would things ever be the same? How about a reflex reaction to protect the butt-cheeks from not-so-accidental 'incursions' since now they know? =))

There were the usual PC remarks of acceptance and latent forgiveness for being a 'deviant'. A couple couldn't differentiate between Effeminacy and Homosexuality. One tried to give a hard-to-decipher dissertation on Bisexuality which no one understood. And yet another was nonchalant enough to admit he counts amongst his bosom buddies, 6 Homos. He, on the other hand, is straighter than Lim Chu Kang Rd from Jalan Bahar to Ama Keng (I think lah cos you can never be sure =)) ). I shall also give skimpy mention to how, the conversation at some point, degenerated into talk of Girl-on-Girl voyeurism and Semen tasting.

Oh yes. These are mature young men and women here =))

Singaporeans being Singaporeans can never take even a mildly controversial question lying down. All sorts of conspiracy theories will fester and boil as the imagination goes into overdrive. Its in the national psyche to trust no one except your deceased Mudder. Especially on a topic as juicy as Homosexuality.

So inevitably my own sexuality came into question. Was this my own 'coming out of the closet' episode? Did I admit it already? Ooooo a S-C-A-N-D-A-L !!! =))

Pity I'm not doing an anthropological/sociological/psychological study on the effects of Gay Love on Group Dynamics. Or I would surely have played along with the, get this, MISCONCEPTION =))

The B B Bs

Sometime ago, I blogged about my wild idea with regards to opening a budget boutique hotel.

Well while skimming the Net for a nice place to stay at in Kota Kinabalu town, I chanced upon the Velvet Lodge & Lounge. And hey, they've got 'my' concept right! =))

I've always said this segment of the market needs alittle pampering and now Budget Backpacker Boutiques are finally springing up. I mean take a look at the pics below. If not for the double-decker beds which are somewhat of a dead giveaway, you wouldn't have imagined this was a Backpacker's haven would you?




Of course fotos can only say so much and we won't know the real deal till we get there but hey, Velvet seems to have got the whole Cheap and Chic thing right. At 25 Ringgit per person for an air-conditioned room, I am certainly not complaining. Who cares if you have to share your room and the common toilet with strangers. I mean its a Dorm so calibrate your expectations lah =)) Plus check out the kewl lounge to chill-out in. It puts a lot of 3-star hotels (dare I say some 4 stars) to shame with its Resort-styled wicker furniture and decor.

Being somewhat of an 'expert' on Boutique hotels, I say you can safely judge the quality of one from its website. And from what I see of Velvet's, I don't think we'll be getting a dirty, tacky, flea-infested room.

I hope! =))

UnksReads: The Zahir, by Paulo Coelho

The Zahir, by Paulo Coelho (official website)



The book is about a famous author who mostly writes about spirituality. He goes on a pilgrimage and on his return his wife, Esther, is missing. As the story unfolds the author becomes obsessed with trying to understand what made her dissappear. Was she angry with him and abandoned him? Found another lover? Killed? Kidnapped? etc.

He sets out to search for her - a search that takes him from South America to Spain, France, Croatia and finally Kazhakstan in Central Asia. His journey is more than just a search for a woman. He searches himself and re-examines his life during the journey and he emerges with a newfound understanding of the power of destiny and the nature of true love.

Rich with imagery, pregnant with spiritualism and sometimes bordering on 'preachiness' (but not enough to take away from the enjoyment of the story), the novel is thought provoking and enjoyable. The themes of love and obsession are themes almost everyone can identify with...who hasn't had some love obsession in the past (or present!) that might have changed the course of their lives, eh?

Coelho is most wellknown for his book 'The Alchemist'. Although 'The Zahir' is positioned as a fictional book, many believe it is somewhat autobiographical in nature. The lead characters such as the wife, Esther, is also a character inspired by someone Coelho knows in real life - a journalist by the name of Christina Lamb, who covers war stories for the Sunday Times (see here)

Recommended.

Unkers@TheMovies - Secret

For Jay Chou's directorial debut, I say Secret was a success. I mean its not Francis Ford Coppola or Spielberg or Zhang Yimou or Quentin Tarantino kind of superduper but good nonetheless. Very commendable.

Jay stuck with what he is good at, Piano and Puppy-Love. Two ingredients that would surely get his legions of female fans all signing up for Ivory Lessons at Yamaha in a jiffy. As for the males, I think he got us all, hook-line-and-sinker, with Taiwanese SYT-heartthrob Kwai Lun Mei. She's a hottie, a cute pixiefied-hottie, not the Megan Denise Fox kinda sultry smokin'-Hottie if you know what I mean.



Well I have new-found respect for Prince Mumbly who also does an admirable job playing one of the leads (although no Golden Horse is in sight anytime soon I reckon). He has significantly improved from his days as a Tofu-racer in Initial-D and playing that constipated Prince Jai in Curse of The Golden Flower. And I am not saying this just because I'm totally and absolutely enamoured with Ms Kwai who plays Xiao Yu (Rain), his excrutiatingly adorable tom-boy love interest (its a mutual thing lah).

The plot starts off as a schoolboy-schoolgirl love story, a nice kewtsy one that makes you feel warm all over. Not overly diabetes-inducing. And then takes on a novel twist two-thirds into the show. I mean you suspect something is amiss from the beginning as there are subtle hints here and there but when you finally realise what the clincher is, you grin to yourself as you realise how skilfully Jay has crafted the meanderings into the plot. Very old-skool romantic...Sigh...

And for Chopin fans, wow wow weeee....You get to hear more than a couple of his keyboard-defying, flying-finger pieces. The Maestro's Piano Concertos and Waltzes take the limelight in this movie. And if Jay was the one who really tinkled the ivories with such Competition Finesse, then my hat is well and truly taken off.

In the end, Secret's message is that true love cannot be eroded by the tides of time. You never know when you will find The One. But when you do, even the prospect of a Wrecking Ball coming straight at you won't stop you from seeing the one you adore.

You guys will get the Ball reference when you catch the movie =))

Xiao Yu wo ai ni =P

8/10

What are the importants..

I was lying on my bed 2 nights ago, tossing and turning.
Thinking where the hell I left my beautiful LOJEL laptop bag stuffed with important document and the R50e..

It was, after a delightful night out with Pearlz, having braised Red Snapper fishhead at the Temporary Chinatown Hawker Centre and strolling along the Singapore river, hand in hand, at Clarke Quay.
I didn't enjoy the scenery as much as spending some quality time with my Pearlz.
Talking about what to look forward to and where are we going for holidays etc.

My usual cynical outlook, blend so well with her sense of pragmatism.
Our conversation meanders like the river churning with tourists and diners.
As the lights and sounds of the countless eatery and bars there threatens to drown out my senses, a quick sniff of her scent and her soft touch, send a wave of peace through me.
The more we walked, the more I realise it is not where we that is important.
It is the fact that Pearlz is next to me.
Like Pearlz had told me, even the most placid and beautiful mountain lake in NZ, was less when I was not there to share the moment with her.
My usual counter, as always,is that, "I there with you, not to share the scene, but to make sure you are safe and happy."
I am content, I am happy, I just wish I can do more for her.
To make her a happier person.

Coming back to my sleepless night, Pearlz's careful and detailed run-through, over the phone, to assist me in tracing where I could left my bag was very reassuring.
Most likely I had left it behind in one of my company's offices I had visited.
Indeed, after fighting my way through peak hour traffic, I find my bag sitting exactly where I had left it, looking a tad sheepishly at me.
What a relief!
I don't know why am I so forgetful these days. Maybe it is my lifestyle, or onset of aging.

I am still grappling with what are the most important things in my life..at least I know who sits in the No.1 position.

Unkers @ The Movies - 881

In China, we have Zhang Yimou, Chen Kaige and Feng Xiaogang. Likewise, in the fledging but miniature Singapore film-scene, we have Eric Khoo, Jack Neo and Royston Tan.

And like their Chinese counterparts, each brings his own style and unique substance to the film he makes. Jack explores family values and typical Singaporean traits, Eric dabbles in pseudo-arthouse flicks often with unusual protagonists. And Royston, well he's just obsessed with digits (15, 4:30, 881) =)) Well you can tell he's a talented Ah Beng since Gangsters and Getai seem to be his thang nowadays.



Anyway I caught the Temasek Polytechnic graduate's latest offering, 881, today at GV Grand. Its called 881 because the Mandarin pronunciation, pa pa yao, sounds like Papaya. Which incidentally is the stage-name of the Papaya Sisters, 2 sexy Ah Lians played by Mindee Ong and Yeo Yann Yann, who find fame (but unfortunately not fortune) working the Getai circuit during the 7th Month Hungry Ghost Festivities.

OK so if you're one of Unkster's international ang mo browsers and do not know what the hell I am talking about, go google Getai, 7th Month, Hungry Ghost, Ah Lian, Ah Beng, Ah Pek..etc...I have no time to explain =))

Little Papaya (Mindee) and Big Papaya (Yann Yann) grow up idolizing Chen Jin Lang, the King of Hokkien Getai, and dream of becoming Getai singers themselves. Their heart wrenching story is related by their introspective but highly sensitive friend and driver, Guan Yin (played by the very delectable Qi Yiwu) who also happens to be dumb in the movie and has a pet Chicken. I know, Blardy Cock! =)) But I know 3/4 of the girls in the audience so wanted to be fondled like that cock by the 6-pack ab-ed, China-born, brooding hunk.

Coached by their seamstress Aunt Ling (Liu Ling Ling ; the woman deserves the Hokkien equivalent of an Oscar), the Papaya sisters struggle at first because they have no “feel” in their voices. As a last resort, they appeal to Aunt Ling’s estranged twin sister, the Goddess of Getai, for help. She grants them their wish, but warns them the price will be high, especially if they do not obey the 5 rules of Getai, number 5 being that they shall not love or be loved by any man. Yah, tacky but I'll let you guess who breaks that rule =))

881 is really a musical in disguise. With liberal doses of nostalgic Hokkien standards strewn all over its 105mins. When the actors are happy, they sing. When they are sad, they sing. When they are horny, they sing. Hell when they are dying, they also sing =)) And frankly, if you're really not into the campy carousel of feathered boas, liberal glittering make-up, glitzy gaudy costumes and a very jarring dialect, you'll get a headache 15mins into the movie.

But I loved it!

Movies that portray a unique facet of our beloved little red dot, I feel should be supported. And I must say Royston has done this one with such classy obiangness (oxymoron alert!), I want to go right out and buy the Soundtrack later =)). Plus with such excellent timing too, since the Hungry Ghost Festival kicks off...errr...now...=)) But of course I must admit I'm also a little smitten with Little Papaya Mindee. Aiyoh what a kewty pie!

The Papayas (who themselves have nice papayas *blush*) find that their almost meteoric rise to Getai Stardom comes with its share of catfights. And this arrives in the form of the very gatal Eurasian Twosome, MTV's May And Choy, who play the spiky-esplanade-bra wielding duo, the Durian Sisters. Its a blardy fruitshop I tell ya! =))

There is an eventual showdown in a heartland Getai between the 4 girls and someone dies (but not from fighting or singing =P). That's so much I can say without spoiling it for you.

Go catch it, and I guarantee you'll be humming along to the film's title Hokkien track, One Half, in no time...

Huat Ah!

7.8/10

Happy 42nd Singapore!

Majulah Singapura! We are 42.



In womans' terms, that means the ovaries are going to shrivel up in a couple of years =)) But in the greater scheme of things, on an international nation-building scale, we are young. Almost infantile.

But unlike a menopausing woman, we are ovulating new ideas everyday. Good or bad ideas nothwithstanding, we need to adapt and respond to changes in a very hostile world. And although it takes a fair bit of government-led 'ingenuity', we are quickly finding our feet in this big bad planet.

And it helps that for all our infancy, we pack quite an economic and dare I say, intellectual wallop.

Yes we Singaporeans diss our own Little Red Dot alot. But way back then when I still used to attend every National Day Parade, everyone stood shoulder to shoulder when the helicopters hovered by hoisting the Crescent & Stars in the flypast. And it was hard not to get caught up in the mass nationalistic euphoria. Even if only 2 minutes ago, you wanted to bash that irritating kid next to you with the equally irritating parents in their noisy Cheena-accented Singlish.

So I leave you with Tanya Chua's Where I Belong. My all time favorite propaganda piece from 2001's NDP festivities.

Good or bad, this is where I belong....

Morning comes around and I
Can't wait to see my sunny island
In its glorious greenery, whether rain or shine, it's still beautiful
Bright lights shine on the streets at night
Guiding me closer to home
To a place where I'll be safe and warm, where I belong

Friends and families by my side
Seeing me through as I grow and learn
Everyday's experience, bitter sweet or sour
They're still wonderful
As they become precious memories
They'll be kept close to my heart
And no matter where I am I will always know, where I belong

Chorus:
Where I belong, where I keep my heart and soul
Where dreams come true for us
Where we walk together hand in hand towards a future so bright
Where I belong, where I keep my heart and soul
Where we're one big family
I want the whole world to know, I want to shout it out loud
That this is where I know I belong

SexyBack

The deed is done.

Russ got himself a tattoo today. And I was there to 'film' this momentous occasion =)) As well as provide moral support and to check if there was going to be alot of blood since I'm thinking of getting one done myself. ScaddyKat lah =))

The Tattoo Shop? Singapore's own Miami Ink, Johnny 2 Thumbs. The Tattooist? Arguably Singapore's best, Richard Tat.


The first thing that caught my eye were the needles. They were big and mean. Aiyoh! The metallic contraptions looked like they could be used to pump basketballs =/


Russ had his own design skilfully stenciled on his back to act as a sort of template.


And then Richard began to work his magic. He made it look so effortless, chatting and sketching with his vibrating needle at the same time. Man he's really good. I mean Miami Ink good. Although I think he doesn't like the reference to that Angmo show =))


So after about 2hours, the piece of splendid artwork was completed. Born To Be Mild (not Wild hor). I shall not elaborate on this very personal tagline any further =))


Touch Up's in about a month's time though. And hopefully within that stretch, I find myself a good design. Its my turn..errr...I think >)

Russ I'm so jealous of your sexy back =))

ODAC 3 - The Big 13 @ MacRitchie

OK so we've done Water (kayaking) and Wheel-Assisted Hiking (biking on Ubin).

So it seemed a good idea that for ODAC 3, we did some actual footwork and trek the 13km around MacRitchie Reservoir and get ourselves to the HSBC Tree-Top Walk and back in one piece.





And we did just that today. Well at least some of us went the whole hog and some bailed out after 9km. But kudos nonetheless to everyone for the effort! =)



13km is not a big thing. If you're walking from Pt A to Pt B on a smooth road that is. But for this trek, we had some rough stone-strewn tracks and our fair share of undulating terrain. Not to mention it was scorching and the humid micro-climate of the mature Secondary Rainforest, that forms a huge chunk of the Water Catchment Area that is MacRitchie, made us sticky.



Getting to the HSBC Tree-Top Walk wasn't a virgin experience for all of us. But the long, roundabout trek was certainly new to everyone except, perhaps me and Dennis. It was my 3rd. And so I could understand why it was strenuous for a couple of Trekkies who had to for-go the last push to the end and take a taxi back to the car-park.

But 13km or not, it was excellent exercise. And we will all have toned legs to show for, at least for the next couple of days =))



For now, please see the Yellow and Turquoise trail routes on the map below to get an idea of the distances we covered =P

Doctor Muffyn

You know I'll never make it as a doctor

I'm just too squeamish about needles and blood. And too selfish and vain to take the Hippocratic Oath that seriously. Anyway who am I kidding, maybe I'm just not bright enough to survive 6 years of medical school. Actually its not a maybe, I'm not.

The young intern who fixed up CC's IV drip looked nothing like arrogantly-sexy Alex Karev from Grey's Anatomy. Bespectacled and awkward, with a kopi-tiam uncle's waistpouch slung around the hips and a skinny stethoscope draped around his neck, he was the 'epitome' of unglam. And Un-slept. I certainly did not picture him hooking up with some pretty PRC nurse in the Supplies store during breaktime. I think he would have fallen asleep whilst at it. OK too much GA. And its not General Anaesthesia! =))

Actually, until just now, when we caught Episode 1 of Season 3 on CC's laptop, I haven't watched the scandalous Hospi-drama that is GA since Meredith lost her panties at the conclusion of Season 2. Many many moons ago. And it was a little ironic staring into the love-lives of the incredibly good looking cast from CC's hospital bed. You could just imagine Dr Isobel 'Izzie' Stevens striding in to take CC's temperature.

I wish! =))

I don't know about her but I stopped watching GA because it reminds me of events in real life that I would rather forget. All this falling in love with interns in between shots of Adrenaline in the ER stuff is alittle too emo for me. These memories had better be dissected and left for cold storage in the Morgue.

If not, I'll never save the life I once had, back.

And oh yes, SGH (no not Seattle Grace Hospital) is a very scary place at 2am. Thank God for Kikou who can get me out in 3mins flat =))