Carpe Diem!

Seize the day! Moreover, it should be seized the targets. Tonight presents as somewhat of a unique and opportune time for me. It is only 1 of a handful of nights in a year where all of the examiners gather together in one room. Down side of this is I've got someone very close to me in there as well tonight. So, blowing up the entire room is definitely out of the question. No, this job requires a little more finesse. So a lot of thoughts are racing through my mind right now. Poison did cross my mind. But the problem with it, is controlling who gets exposed and who doesn't. I can;t exactly go in guns blazing as well. Hmmm...... any thoughts friends? ;) OH! And for the nth time, to those who'll say "forgive and forget..." It is not my place to forgive these wayward souls. Only Jesus forgives. I can however arrange their meeting with Jesus!

Abyss...

The past few days, I keep getting this feeling that I am swimming in an abyss... But instead of panicking, it made me think clearer. I now know what I must do... I must eliminate all the examiners from the equation as well as those who are associated with their work. Now I have been told not to kill them. Not easy to do considering my feelings for them are mostly homicidal. Perhaps I can persuade them to voluntarily go on exile in places like Haiti, Mogadishu, Fallujah, etc... I understand this is a tall task and its gonna take me a lot more muscle than I have originally planned. Perhaps it's time to call in the fleet...

Walk on the dark side with the Bad Karma

3 of 101...

A knife cutting across the neck from one jugular to the other.... I simply love the simplicity of this

4 of 101...

Dislocation of the cervical spine at the levels of C5 and C6... instant death.... they call this breaking the neck I believe

5 of 101...

Breaking the backbone. Although this won't guarantee death, paralysis from the neck down in some instances may be a better fate for your enemies. You can literally watch them wither and die slowly

6 of 101...

A car bomb. Complex in its nature yet the message will be delivered loud and clear. There are several ways to go about this exercise.... pressure switched bomb placed under the seat, remote detonated, or you can hook it to the electrical wires of the car particularly the ignition switch so it goes loud at the switch of the key.

7 of 101...

A molatov cocktail  smashed through the window into the car. You just have to make sure your target is actually IN the car.

8 of 101...

Exploding house. Need I say more? although one can expect collateral damage to be a bit high here... but such is the price of war.

9 of 101...

Tanning beds/booths. These make excellent tools of death. shackle your target to it and turn the heat up and voila, your target is as good as burnt meat.

10 of 101...

Nerve agents. Sarin/Tabun. These are nasty sons of bitches that will kill your enemy almost instantly. and it will be anything but pleasant. To minimize collateral damage, one can put them in soft gel capsules which can later be ingested by your target. Voluntarily or otherwise

11 of 101...

Paralytic agents. Succinylcholine, atracurium, vecuronium, rocuronium, pancuronium, these are just a few of the agents that can be used. The mother of them all is DTC or d-tubocurarine. These are excellent. Your enemy will be paralyzed and eventually will die simply because fo the fact that they can't breathe. Instant? No. They will generally require a few minutes to take effect. So you can rest assured in the fact that those final minutes of the target's life will be anything but pleasant.

Dark age of Philippine anesthesia

Going through the history of Philippine anesthesia, I am left in awe of the great wisdom and vision the the forefathers of Philippine anesthesiology had for the profession. They have sought to make us, asia's best. Through the years, they have made numerous efforts to achieve that. But as with everything thats good, it all had to come to an end. Yes, friends, their ideology came to a screeching halt once they were gone. Nowadays, even this noble profession, and I do consider this the nobles of all the fields of specialty, is riddled with politics. Basically, the society and the board of examiners are being run by fascists who are fucking drunk with power that they refuse to step down. Maybe they would prefer to just wither and die. I can make it happen. Those of you who know the real me, know that I do not give much of a rat's ass about politics. As far as I am concerned, they can take all their politics and shove it up their anal retentive ass. And for me, the only true solution to the current crisis that has plagued our specialty is the establishment of a new world order. Terminate these relics with extreme prejudice and send them all on the big bus to hell express! With that in mind, I am reminded of the saying, "si vis pacem, para bellum." If u want peace, prepare for war. In any conflicts, it is only when one faction has been eliminated will there be peace. Kill 'em all... Let God sort 'em out later

2 of 101

It's been a couple of days since I last posted. Not that I was running out of ideas. I just got busy. Enough said. Here's number 2 of 101 ways to kill an OGRE....

SInce number 1 was all about using a bullet, I will keep at it. A caliber .45 point blank between the incisors down the hatch exiting at the back of the neck probably around the level of C5-C6

101 ways to kill an ogre... 1 of 101

Let me start of number one with the phrase "one shot... one kill..." That's the first of 101 ways how to kill an ogre. A caliber .308 round shot from 700 yards away or so straight between the ogre's eyes along what snipers call the vermillion line. That's gonna be a pretty sight for us to see. Hooyah!!!

Dear Ogre: Fuck you very much! You're dead!

101 ways to kill an ogre... 1 of 101

Let me start of number one with the phrase "one shot... one kill..." That's the first of 101 ways how to kill an ogre. A caliber .308 round shot from 700 yards away or so straight between the ogre's eyes along what snipers call the vermillion line. That's gonna be a pretty sight for us to see. Hooyah!!!

Dear Ogre: Fuck you very much! You're dead!

6 Day Op

I'm all packed and all set for my 6 day mission to mindoro island. It's gonna be one hell of a ride again. First part of the trip would be by land to the edge of Batangas province. There, we would board one of 'em old landing crafts and make way south heading about 190 to Calapan town. Then another 2 hour bumpy ride off the backwoods to a neighboring town. I'm sure the experience would be great as well as the adventure. I just can't help but wonder, why I don't seem to see anyone else going to these missions apart from the faces I regularly see? Interesting thought. What's more interesting is that I am not a graduate of thomasian medicine as they call it. Yet, UST MMI never had to ask me twice. I guess this is my way of giving back to the community. I am blessed to be where I am today. And when I get back next week, time to plan for my direct action ops ;)

Summer breeze

No, I am not exactly referring to the song by Seals and Crofts, but actually, to the weather we have now. Dad actually came home yesterday not to spend the holidays with us, but to greet an old from who flew in from Taiwan to attend the wake of another friend's relative. That's my dad, he'll go to extra length for his friends but not his family. I asked him when he's flying out and he said saturday morning. I gave him one of my WTF looks and asked him, WTF? Why not make it Sunday? He gave me one of his lame ass excuses but I was having none of it. I told him, its holiday, there ain't no government offices that will open on black Saturday to accomodate your business so there's really no need to rush back. He came up with another lame ass excuse that he needs to take care of the payroll of the workers. That ticked me off. I told him that's a load of crap and you know it. The workers were already on vacation since yesterday. They have already gotten their week's pay wednesday afternoon. He kept quiet. So did I. But my mind was working at warp speed. Maybe I should quietly take a trip down to his side of town. Have a sneak and peek. Standard recon op. It has been 7 or 8 years since he's been there. His answers and his absence certainly raised a lot of bells in my head. My bullshit meter went into hyperdrive. I always said, never shit a shitter. I gotta plan this op. Keep it under the radar. Amazing! My 30 minute conversation with my dad probably raised more red flags in my brain than a commie passing through JFK international with a loaded weapon...

1 year

A lot has changed in a year. I have come to make new allies, and identified threats. They say people change. That much is true. It is sickening these days, especially seeing politicians switch sides from time to time. But this disease is not exclusive to politico dip dunks. No sir, its a pandemic disease rampant in today's society. Only true warriors, who have been disciplined and lived, in the code and art of war knows what true loyalty is. For those of us who know the value of honor, loyalty, integrity, saluti! They also say Rome wasn't built in a day. True. But Rome also didn't burn for just a day. And when my merry band of murderous marauders grab hold of this ogre, the whole damn kingdom will burn. I've added a few to the list of those who needs to get dead. An ogre, an old witch, a pony-tailed faggot, and old fat geezer, a president, and her vice president. These, these are just a few of the individuals who have a meeting scheduled with their maker. And people say  that everything happens for a purpose. I know my purpose now. It is clearer than ever. Divine providence set this up so that I may feel the rage and embrace that rage and channel it towards one goal: elimination of all those seated in power so that a change may come upon our profession. It is high time for these relic dinosaurs to wither and die. But nobody said I can't have some fun right? So I will personally see to it  my crew delivers a slow, painful, agonizing death. Painful enough to make them beg for their own deaths. Hooyah!

Day 2

Day 2 of my iMac, the newest addition to my apple family and all I can say is that I am fucking loving it!!! LOL I love the huge ass screen. Makes me kinda wish I went for the bigger one but it's kinda too rich for my blood LOL HOOYAH!!!

Hiatus

Today, I starting spending a few days in hiatus. Away from the hustle and bustle life of an anesthesiologist. Keeping my mind off my day job. But just as I am in hibernation, I am reminded of the sad state of my laptop. It is now on it's 14th day of hiatus. Suspended animation is more like it. The damn video chipsets broke again. It's as if it doesn't want to serve me anymore. It's been a good 5 years that I have been with that laptop. But just like all good things, they must come to an end. I guess it is a sign for me. I am reluctant to go out and get a new one knowing that inn a few months, the lion will be out. But I don't want to trouble myself every now and then to bring my laptop to the shop and have them repair the video chipsets for the upteenth time. Now while I'm on a sad note, I wanna take a minute to pause everything and offer a prayer for the soul of a professor whom I considered a friend of mine. I have learned last night from my mentor that he had passed away. May you find happiness in spending eternity with your beloved wife whom you have now been reunited with. Rest in peace Professor O. Kemmotsu... You will be missed. Farewell U.K....

LRRP

LRRP or lurp as some would call it. Actually, for me, it's gonna be a misnomer. Since I would do neither reconnaissance nor patrol. It stands for long range reconnaissance patrol. My trip is more of an R&R. My seabag is packed and I am just waiting for 0400H before I head off to the Tarmac. My plane will be gears up at 0720H destination........ Bagram....... :D

To slay or not to slay.....

To slay or not to slay. That, is the question. Who you may ask? My dear readers, I refer to no one else but the infamous ogre, old witch and pony-tailed faggot and all the dinosaurs that go with them. Their existence must be eradicated. Tomorrow presents yet another unique opportunity. They will all be present under one roof. Several methods have already crossed my mind. Plastic (the kind that makes a rather loud noise ;) if you know what I mean), cold steel across their throats, poison (this one's a bit easy to make. It's the delivery that'll be a bitch), or to simply do it the most barbaric way I know... Rip their heads off and shit down their throats. My conscience, read my girlfriend, would tell me no and to just leave them be. But it is they whom declared war and I am but a warrior who heeds the call to arms. I will figt my enemies wherever they stand and I will kill them with extreme prejudice. I will win where I fight and may God have mercy upon my enemies because I fucking won't.

Embrace the Hate... 2

Over the past 10 months, my hatred for the high and mighty BOE have steadily grown and just recently, exponentially grown. They remind me of everything bureaucratic and evil that is so befittingly characteristic of a politician these days. Politics has never been my strong point. I have always maintained, that I am a warrior, I leave the politics to the other folks. And those of you who know me well enough, know that I am not a fan of diplomacy. I take the fight to the enemy and I will stick it up to him where the sun don't shine. I will rip his head off and shit down his throat if given the chance. That is how much I think of my enemies. And yes, I consider them old farts that make up the BOE to be my enemies. As I have always told my men, in combat, as it is in life, there are only 2 types of people. Friends and foes. No in between. If they are not your friend, they are by all means your foe. There is no neutral zone. And so, I am reminded of this once more... to embrace my hate for my enemies. That I may be able to strike the fear of the Bad Karma into their hearts and that they take that fear as their last thought before they cross over to the afterlife. 

P.S.

Dear BOE,

Jesus forgives, I don't! So if you want forgiveness, I suggest you take the matter up with Jesus. I will however, be more that glad and willing to arrange that meeting for you.

How to put down an ogre?

How to put down an ogre? Your 2 cents please :)

Justice and Vengeance

Borrowing a line from a recent film I saw, it says "justice may be swift... but vengeance is faster!" This is my promise to that power tripping tyrant of a dictator "ogre" who refused to step down from power. You will pay for your sins. And I will make it my personal goal to see that I topple your kingdom. Don't think that I cannot reach you. I can! Your dictatorship will come to an abrupt end. I will personally see to it that you make it to that meeting of yours with Jesus. I have already made your appointment with Him. And whoever gets in the way, is collateral damage. Its now time to reach out and touch someone...

19 days

That is all that is left before April 3. That is also how many days I have left to arrange an ogre's meeting with God. Several ways have come to my attention. But a while back, I saw the movie Mechanic and it reminded me, the need for careful methodical planning. Making things look like they were of natural causes rather than the handiwork of someone else's is truly the art of it all. Alas, I have 19 days. Let me borrow a line from the A-Team: "give me a minute, I'm good. Give me an hour, I'm great. Give me 6 months, I'm unbeatable!" To the ogre, I have this to say: du ma nhieu!!!

Lazy Sunday....

It was supposed to be another lazy Sunday. But as it appeared, I do not have the luxury of being lazy today. I was the official chauffeur today and it felt like I was "driving Miss Daisy." Imagine this, I was barely running 60 KPH on a highway and already I was driving too fast. Whoa! WTF? My mom can get crazy with her ideas of a slow moving world. If I kept to her speed limits, I'd be lucky if I'm able to make any of my appointments. There is a reason why the speedometer goes all the way up to 220KPH. Not that I drive that fast. well, only half of it. 3 quarters of it if I'm lucky. LOL Spent most of the day at a chinese restaurant. Talk about your 4 hour lunches. It was another one of 'em family thing. Personally, I'd rather be snoozing and catching up on some zzzzs. But I had no say in all these.... And yes, everyday, I am constantly reminded of the close proximity of the date of the examinations. And yes, my answer is always this: "if the exams will push through..." How come? Let me vaguely put it this way, a lot of accidents can happen. Examiners getting stabbed and killed in slum areas where they go to work, food poisoning (one of my favorite), office buildings housing the test papers can get burned down a few days before if not on the eve of the exams... shit like that. Not to say that I am clairvoyant and predict such events. I am merely stating the possibilities abound in this crazy and uncertain world of ours...

Drive Angry....

Last night, I went out to see this movie. The title says drive angry. Catchy title. The movie has a lot of interesting fight scenes. The stunt driving was great too. And of course, the most noticeable part is the film's use of classic muscle cars. First off, is a 1963 Buick Riviera, nice! Next a 1969 Dodge charger, WOW!  Then a 1971 Chevrolet Chevelle SS that is a thing of beauty. And last, but not the least, the movie capped it off with a 1957 Chevrolet one-fifty, now that, is one helluva ride. The rides aside, the movie was great too. If you're a fan of ass-whooping, bar room brawls, kicking ass and taking names kinda of  thing, then this movie is for you. It has all of that plus some intense albeit bloody, action scenes. It was well worth the extra 100 pesos I had to spring for the 3D movie. :)

Oppotunity lost..

Just recently, we concluded the 17th ASEAN congress of "sedators" (obviously, I won't use the right term) and I welcome it with mixed feelings. Part of me is relieved that it is done and was successful (at least I think it was given that I wasn't there for most of it), but part of me is saddened. Saddened at the wasted opportunity it presented. You see, the event presented me with a unique opportunity to play like a "mechanic" (the profession of Jason Statham's character in his most recent film) and with surgical precision, eliminate all forms of threat (to me of course). It would have been great if I had done so since all of them, (the oldies with the 19th century mentality), were there at the event. And I am talking about complete and total eradication of the B.O.E. tsk... tsk... tsk... sigh..... opportunity lost.... I guess I would have to just simply assassinate them one at a time... tick... tock... tick... tock.... so many to kill, and so little time to do it... 

Good men and the triumph of evil.....

One famous quote that I cannot forget is the quote saying "all it takes for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." The evil I am pertaining here, would be the high and mighty BOE. Now I know some of you, would beg to differ. Well, my point is this, they have, for countless number of years, oppressed young, up and coming professionals. Who knows how many souls they have tortured, how many lives they have destroyed and how may careers they have ruined? Not to mention, how many youngsters have claimed their own lives because of them? Well, I once vowed to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves; to free the oppressed; and to be willing to give my life for freedom. It made me think, why can't I take up this plight and fight the tyranny of these oldies who refuse to wither and die? But, in the spirit of valentine's, I have decided to forego any fighting. I will instead reach out to them and give them a gift... an "italian necktie!"

Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum....

Heads up

Been a few days since I last posted. Well, I've been busy. Last Thursday and Friday, I was in Batangas on a medical-surgical mission. We were booked at Mt. Malarayat. The place is nice. The food ain't that great. So here's a tip folks, skip the hotel's restaurant. Go out and dine out. One thing I can say though, people there go to bed way too early. 2000H and you can hardly find a place you can go to. Drove back home Friday night and boy was I bushed. Saturday, I went to work. No rest for the wicked they say hehehe. Same goes for Sunday. Monday, I went on duty. And now, Tuesday, rest day. I'm thinkin' of catching a movie later. We'll see....

"Grab your gear..."

As the character Leeroy Jethro Gibbs would always say in the TV show NCIS, "grab your gear" well, I've packed my gear. Heading out south tomorrow to the land of butterfly knives for a 2 day surgical mission. I do this every chance I can; my way of giving back to the community, and helping the less fortunate. My call time tomorrow would be 0500H and I am due to pick up my friend at 0600H. We are hoping to reach the site before 0900H. Whether that would materialize or not, is a totally different story. But that is as early as we can make it. My friend cannot leave his post before 0600H. Grab your gear guys, we're going to the land of butterfly knives...

Hiatus

After a few days of hiatus from this electronic journal that I have been keeping. I'm back. Sadly, my laptop's not. It's still in the shop for repairs. I am hoping that they will be able to fix the problem this time. But nonetheless, I am preparing my self, (and my pocket) for the inevitable. I am however, having second thoughts on whether I should get a new laptop, or the iMac. The argument is that I already have an iPad which, can pretty much do all the shit I need to do on my laptop when I am on the go. Choices... choices....

Bad intel

Today, if it were a real world op. was day full of failed ops. First off, me and my buddy took a trip down south supposedly to set up a cache of supplies for future purposes. But that didn't materialize and we ended up making the 30 click travel back home. 60 clicks of wasted fuel if you ask me. I got back home and took a short nap. Was supposed to have a meet and greet with some old college friends. A homecoming of sorts. But it didn't turn out quite as expected. Nobody was replying so the event was called off and we'd reschedule. So its back to the sack for me now. G'night Manila

Old dogs...

Today, started out quite slow. I was supposed to be up by 0500H but instead I got up around 1200H. Yeah, talk about oversleeping. Naturally, i missed a shit-load of stuff that I needed to do. Then a few minutes later, my buddy called up for a trip down to the movies. So I figured, since I got nothing better to do, (and I mean this literally), I said, what the heck. Lets go. So we ended up watching Gulliver's travels. Lame ass movie. Pardon the pun. I took the words off the script. Big lame ass movie. Think of it as a cross between a comedy and a musical; rock musical for that matter. Now, those of you who know me, know that I'm not totally against rock music. But to turn it into a musical??? The flick wouldn't even pass or should I say shouldn't pass for a children's flick. Please, spare the children from seeing Jack Black's butt crack. And there were some pretty "lame ass" foul language not suitable for children. Not to mention the scene where the brat dressed up Jack Black in a woman's dress. That's not right. To show corss-dressing is funny? No wonder there are more and more fags in today's world. Our society tolerates it. Now, I take this to heart. The bible said God made man and woman. There was no mention of gays in the book of genesis. So I don't know who the hell made fags. God did not make them that's for sure. All in all, I'd rate that movie 4/10. I should've watched Tron Legacy instead. After the movie, we grabbed a quick bite before I returned home. I stopped over for my daily dose of caffeine on the way home. When I got home, I was soon on instant messaging with my better half. I swear, she is the one person standing between me and the total annihilation of the board of examiners. There's and old adage: "you can't teach an old dog new tricks." I think they should extend that adage. "You can't teach an old dog new tricks.. but you sure as hell can put 'em down." The old timers on the board need to be replaced. They have this old fashioned mentality. Why else would you ask out of this world questions on exams? Questions that pertain to rare and hardly seen events/procedures. Why not make questions of topics that fucking matter? Topics that are encountered everyday if not most days on the job? There is a fucking reason why rare events are seldom encountered. Wait, there's an explanation... IT'S FUCKING RARE!!! Geez.... I hope the offices of the board catches fire on the night before the exams. And hopefully, if luck will have it, the examiners would be trapped in it when it happens! Tsk... tsk... tsk... shame that I made a promise not to lay hands on them... but hey, accidents can still happen right? ;) As we say it in my world, watch your six.

If war is in your blood, killing is as easy as breathing...

Today was a quiet day for me. I woke up early in order to avoid the traffic jams that is so synonymous with metro manila these days and made my way south towards megaclinic. Did 1 case there and just as I was about to leave, I decided to stop by subway for some take out. Then I decided to drop by greenhills to see a movie. The Tourist. Haven't seen it yet so I thought, why the hell not? Good flick. Won't give it an 8 though. Not enough action scenes. This was more of a suspense drama. But the plot was good. Good twist too at the end. After the movie, I made my way through the metropolis and got back home. I spent a lazy afternoon watching re-runs of NCIS on cable tv. Seriously, we need to get the rest of the satellite channels they get in the US. All in all, it was a good day. I didn't ruined it by trying to study. Try being the operative word. I guess that's all it takes to take my mind of murder and mayhem. The very thought of me studying and preparing for another kangaroo examination, leads me to thoughts of murder and mayhem. My blood boils up and I can only think of killing those 3 examiners. But alas, death is the cheaters'  way out. Too easy. I won't let them punch out like that without suffering. The true art in torture, is not to kill your subjects but for them to wish that they were dead instead. That, is what I want to bring forth to my enemies! This is war! And I thrived in war. I excel in warfare. I am a soldier. I fight where I am told and I win where I fight. May God have mercy on my enemies because I WON'T!

How dark is the mind of the Bad Karma..

For those of you who have the benefit of following me on  my twitter and facebook accounts, you know that I have been around town quite a bit today. Well, my morning started officially with work. I had a 0830H call time at the megaclinic. Just 1 case for the morning and the next was slated at 1400H. So naturally, i had about 5 hours to kill. I tried the reading bit as my better half have kept asking me to do so. I came across the topic of autonomic pharmacology. And the thing, the only thing, that I remembered of all the shit I was reading, was that (and I was saying to myself) this is precisely how agents like sarin, tabun and the likes work! Hmmm.... if these stuffs are not sold off the shelf, maybe they can be produced in some lab here... and maybe I can put them to good use... on the 3 little pigs.... hmmmm....... interesting thought. Now other than that, I don't exactly remember anything else from all the readings I did. It's as if I read blank pages of paper. Then I went to have some lunch and after lunch, I went out and got my phone a bumber. For my piece of mind actually. Then went back for the 1400H and 1430H cases. After that, I went out and killed some more time. Had dinner, and then proceeded to the Mall of Asia. I am supposed to fetch my sister at around 2230H after she went to see some concert. And as I was driving through the streets, I came across some unusually heavy traffic and it struck me, tomorrow is the 9th of January. Some people here, celebrate it and call it the feast of the black nazarene. Now I don't know about the rest of you, but I remember reading in the bible that Jesus, appeared in 3 persons, the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. I don't remember it mentioning anything about changing His race to black. So for me, I call the 9th of January celebration, the feast of the schizophrenics. Why? that is somewhat what a schizophrenic would look like and also, a lot of the people that surrounds that church are, schizophrenics. Of course, the real pain in the ass is the traffic congestion it'll cause. It already started today. Instead of the usual 30 minute drive from Mall of Asia, via R-10 to my place, I had to circle around town all the way through nagtahan, to Sta. Mesa, to Araneta, and back to my place for a lousy 90minutes. Talk about your waste of time. All that just to avoid being stuck in traffice brought about by the devotees of the feast of the schizophrenics. Damn!

How dark is the mind of the Bad Karma..

For those of you who have the benefit of following me on  my twitter and facebook accounts, you know that I have been around town quite a bit today. Well, my morning started w

Embrace the Hate!

I have this on a lot of my shirts. The quote says embrace the hate! And suddenly, I am reminded to cherish that hatred that I have for my enemies. Embrace not your enemies but your hatred for them that you may be reminded of the reason why they are your enemies in the first place. What the fuck for? Simple. That one may be able to exterminate ones enemies more effectively. Period. End of conversation. Vengeance will be mine and it will me sweet and premeditated. I am a warrior and I shall destroy my enemies in a manner befitting them. I am a Man of war.....

Come get some!!!

Dark mind of the Bad Karma: Happy 2011

Dark mind of the Bad Karma: Happy 2011: "As we all usher in the new year, we welcome with it new challenges that will encompass our life. But as I face these new challenges, I am re..."

Evil

As I lay on my bed tonight, I am reminded of an old quote "all that is necessary for evil to triumph, is for good men to do nothing." As each day passes, I can't help but remind myself of the evil that I see in some of the members of the board of examiners. I then pass the time thinking of ways to exact vengeance. As we say in the trade, vengeance is a dish best serve pre-meditated. No matter how I try not to think of it, I always end up wondering how I would terminate my targets. Do I squeeze the living life out of them? Poison? Certainly these persons do not deserve the marshall dignity of being shot in the head. That would be an insult to all warriors who have passed away. Perhaps, electrocution would work well. Or maybe drowning. Yeah, all these can be easily explained away by freak accidents. Accidents do happen.... back to the drawing board. Need to make this plan perfect, fool-proof and CSI proof.

yippeekayay!

What is it with this day? 4th of January, 2011. Are the stars aligned in a particular way? For those of you who know me, you know that I do not believe in astrological bullshit. But a lot of people I know kept asking me today if I am studying. Well, the answer is a resounding HELL NO! I'd rather spend my time conducting reconnaissance on 3 persons of interest. Determine their routines, and find the weak spot in it. Then finally going in for the kill. Kills like these, should be done up close and personal. Its the only way to get your message across. So hell no, I am not reading! Medal of Honor Tier One is keeping me busy though LOL. Yippeekayay mother fuckers! 

Happy 2011

As we all usher in the new year, we welcome with it new challenges that will encompass our life. But as I face these new challenges, I am reminded of old ones. And as the hands of time slowly tick away. I am once more reminded that I have barely 3 months to prepare for a damn examination that they say "is the measurement of your capabilities as a professional anesthetist." Of course, I don't believe in that crap. It's all horse-shit if u ask me. One of my mentors used to say that the board exam is nothing but an in-training exam made more difficult. Now I ask you, why should it be more difficult? Shouldn't it be that the in-training exam for a graduating senior be the measurement of his/her (in today's politically incorrect world, one must not be a chauvinist even in one's own literary works) success/failure? Why should there be such exams? Of course the politically incorrect world and the powers that be would have you believe in all that crap about safeguarding the profession from those who are not qualified to practice. In the first place, why should those not qualified be allowed to graduate from training? Does this mean that they are not confident of the kind of training that the various centers have? Who is it whose supposed to be responsible for overseeing the training programs of these various centers? Isn't it they themselves, the almighty examiners are the ones who oversee and accredit these programs? So when the programs fail, is it the fault of the trainees, the mentors of these trainees, or the examiners who appraised and approved the training programs? We could go all day and point fingers but the bottom line is this: if you approved a training program, then in heaven's name, stand by it and do not cast a shadow of doubt on it or its products! If you do so, then you are in a way saying that you have dropped the ball and that you have fucked up big time with your job. But of course that is if this was a politically correct world. However, the world is neither perfect nor politically correct. And in this politically incorrect world, there must be a series of exam. Not to see who can piss farther... but simply so that they can have a weekend getaway together on someone else's tab. A pat on their own back once or twice a year to remind themselves that they have done a job that needs not to be done. Its all very profitable really. Some of you may think that I am just merely avoiding to take the exam. Well, I know I will not avoid it and I will not hesitate to take it. Whether or not I like it, is a whole different story. With that in mind, I am reminded of a problem. I hate studying! Books and me don't fucking go well together. I tend to doze off before the 2nd paragraph of whatever it is I am reading. And I tend to think unconventionally. Most people see this problem and their solution is to read and read and read some more and pray and hope for the best. I am unconventional. My idea is this. Identify the problem/s. 1st step, what's the problem? - the difficulty of the exam. 2nd step, who/what makes it difficult? - some of the examiners tend to make exceptionally difficult questions. 3rd step, identify these examiners... 4th step, eliminate these examiners (read: terminate, with extreme prejudice). Problem solved! Oh hey, Mr. Bad Karma, what if they are reading this shit? Then they should consider themselves warned!