Goodness, why Daniel ?

That's was Mrs O repsonse when the Malaysian Idol results was aired.

Nita is clearly the better qualified in terms of skills and capability, I guess Daniel was what the young school girls wanted to be their Idol.

Come to think of it, it should not come as a surprise since Daniel has had a strong fan base all along.

Comparing this year's Idol with last year - I would prefer last year's anytime.

Jac is clearly the most talented, experience besides the point but last years' voting atmosphere was also different. The message we got was that Jac is suppose to represent Malaysia for World Idol, and of course the whole nation wanted somebody capable to represent the country.

But this time around - no World Idol bid. So the cute looks and all takes a higher priority. That goes the same for Akademi Fantasia, while I did not follow that show but I am told that Mawi can't sing for nuts and yet he still wins.

This phenomenon reflects that Malaysia is very much a young nation, moreover people who watch these types of show and actually vote are the younger people. Generation X and Y people are definately for tech saavy compared to their parents.

So that's why Daniel won - my 2 cents.

Hornets

It was 9:46pm Saturday night, Mr. O was reading his book in the master bedroom and upon seeing her daddy reading, Little O went downstairs to pick up her book to join her Papa.



It was when she walked into the room, she started screaming and when Mr. O looked up, a HUGE hornet had just landed right on her chest. Mr. O leapt out of his bed and swept the hornet off the terrified Little O with his bare hands, it fell to the floor and Mr. O smacked the 2 inch long insect with him book. Paralyzed, it laid motionless.

But it was already too late - the hornet had stung Little O on her hip and she crying or rather screaming on top of her lungs. Mr. O checked for the sac of venom left behind by the hornet but it was not there. Papa O gave her a firm hug and tells her it's OK and hornet has gone away. At that moment Mrs. O dashed into the room. Little O kept on crying - the pain and the shock is really getting to her. She started asking for mummy.

20 minutes @ 150kph later we were all at the emergency room Subang Jaya Medical Center. Little O cried all the way there. I made it a point to put the comatose hornet is a plastic bag and showed the doctor and she confirmed that it is a hornet and a very big one.

Our Little O keeps saying "pain pain!!", "ouch ouch!!" and was at the verge of crying. To make matters worse, there was this little boy right next to our corner at the room crying his lungs out for whatever reasons. The curtains were drawn so we could not see what was happening. Upon hearing such painful wails, Little O started to panic and cry again. It was unbearable.

15 more minutes passed and finally the doctor gave her an injection (probably tetanus jab) on the other side of her hip. She laying face down and was not expecting the jab. She jolted and that made it all the more painful. She must be thinking "hornet stung me and it is so painful but when I go to see doctor I get another sting."

The doctor prescribed antibiotics (liquid form) and 2 more medication. We were advised to watch for allergic reactions such as breathing difficulties, people have known to die from allergic reactions from a bee sting. All of that cost Papa O RM122. But Little O was still complaining about the pain (both the sting and jab) all the way home, crying off and on.

At home, she couldn't even lie down on her back and had to sleep face down. We have to keep distracting her from the pain and she finally fell asleep at about 2am.

Poor thing.

Pussy – it’s name of a place.

Yes it is and it’s not where you think.

It’s a small village in France actually.

For the uninitiated, “pussy” is also an English slang for the human female genitalia.

The name of the place was derived from the word “Pusiacum”, a Gallo-Roman name. But if you read between the lines, it becomes “Pusia-cum”. The root word is “pusus” meaning “little boy”. As an English speaking fellow, this IS the part that I don’t get – “pussy” = “little boy cum”?

As with most European towns, this place has been around for hundreds of years – in 1561 it had 1455 people, in 1776 548 people and in 1979 only 276. Why is everyone leaving Pussy?

In recent yeats it got so small that Pussy and a few other small villages were merged into the La Léchère commune for administrative purposes in 1972.

Now that we’re done with Pussy, we’re off to Intercourse, Pennsylvania.

More Fucking

Since we were on the topic of Fucking, I took the opportunity to dig deeper more on the Internet. Please note that I was not swearing, the word is spelled with a capital “F”, it is a name of a small town in Austria. If you are not sure what I’m talking about, please read this and this for context.

Apparently, Fucking is a small town of about 150 people, it is part of municipality of Tarsdorf, in the Innviertel region of western Upper Austria, near Salzburg. It's been around since 1070. For those of you who want to get there with a GPS – it’s at 48°02′59″ N 12°50′59″ E . You can even buy Fucking t-shirts when you are there.



I know, it looks inviting ... the t-shirt I mean.

By the way, it is pronounced as "Fooking", please be sure to get it right when you are there and PLEASE say it with a straight face (I know it's HARD) otherwise you may get hurt - "I got injured at Fucking".

Innocently enough, the town was named after a 6th century guy by the name of Focko. And the “-Ing” is supposedly a Germanic suffix to mean “people”; so Fucking means “the place of Focko’s people”. The residents voted to change the name of their hometown in 2004 but finally decided not to. I wonder why …

Our next stop, Pussy and it’s in France.

Zombied

2 days, 16 tables, 20 pages, 27 slides, 42 forms, 6500 words and it's finally done. I've finished the writing project at 3.42pm, September 4th 2005.

I've slept only 8 hours in the past 2 days and I am such a zombie! I used to be able to go 2 days without sleep and still get back to work. But that was 10 years ago.

I promised Little O that I'd take her out tonight. Mrs. O was also looking forward to visit the latest Tesco at Shah Alam.

So now we're back from the shopping and Mr. O is now writing his blog. Mrs. O and Little O are very happy now and it makes it all worthwhile!

But right now uuggh! I feel very numb all over, and the worst part is that I still have to get up and go to work tomorrow ...