377# Perfect Grade GAT-X105 Strike Gundam

377# Perfect Grade GAT-X105 Strike Gundam


The arrival


It's been two and a half years since I started to collect and build gunpla. It started with an accident which I have mentioned more than a few times before in this site.

Forget about the gunpla experience I had when I was 12 years old, the first gunpla kit I bought was a 1/144, which is equivalent to the "First Grade".

Days after that I bought the "High Grade" model kit which is the same scale, but more detailed.

Months after that I bought the "Master Grade", which is bigger, more detailed, and more articulated.

And finally, years after that, I got myself the gundam plastic model kit which is the highest grade among all model kits, the "Perfect Grade". Even bigger, heavier, more detailed, more articulated and to sum it all, it is PERFECT.






It's been 2 years since the day I saw this model kit. After years of consideration I finally made up my mind to buy this.

I always wanted to buy this kit, but of course what stopped me was its jaw-dropping price. Being the model kit with bandai's top most technology, the price for its design and production also as equivalently "top" as well.

During semester 3 I enquired the price of this gunpla, it was RM465. With the yen price of 14,000 yen, I guess the currency change used that time was "X yen divide 30".





But now, things have changed. Yen price has been increasing dramatically. I did not aware of that until my friend told me. Because I did not buy gunpla for 3 months.

Surprisingly, the price offered for this kit is RM510.

RM510 from RM465?

Oh my freaking god. So it's "X yen divide 35.7 right now" into RM.

But, if the stock came before the price raise, it should be sold with the old price. And honestly I think that this PG is an old stock, because its market is not wide. Some of the shops don't even sell it because of its high price. Anyway, read about its current price here.





With RM500 I could buy 3 Master Grade kits. I actually have a few other gunplas in the list. MG Sinanju, 1/100 00 Raiser, MG Infinite Justice... But on second thought, I have too many gunplas in 1/100 scales already. 10 MG and 7 1/100, so it's time to have something greater, something even tougher.

Like what my friend, collecting gunpla all this while, having no Perfect Grade model is quite of an imperfection.

Few days back the urge of wanting this PG came back again. I kept checking it out online and I realised that I really want to try to build a PG. Because I have never build one before!





So this morning when I was still sleeping, I got woke up by the neighbour which was blasting some chinese new year song. I got up, pissed, and shouted out loud from my window to ask the fella "diam diam".

In the end the music stopped. But I could not go back to sleep again. Since that, I was thinking again and again about should I or should I not buy this. Finally, I decided to kill half a month of my allowance for the sake of this PG model kit.

What's lacking from this PG Strike Gundam is its Aile backpack, which is sold separately. Of course I can't get it together, since buying the PG Strike Gundam itself already costed me half a thousand. So I think I can only buy it after March of next year. Or even longer. Before I could save more ammo for it.





30.3cm, 0.512kg, made up of 569 pieces and 1 battery with 84 articulation points. This PG is definitely a killer. I don't do any painting or modification unlike professional modellers, but usually I will apply them top coat as to protect them.

Usually an MG kit will take me about 2 weeks to complete, but now I guess this PG will take me more than a month to complete. Considering the time I have left in clinical school right now, maybe it could take me up to few months to complete.

Building a PG without air brushing it is indeed incomplete. But I have no skills in painting at all and on top of that I don't have money to buy the air brush and compressor. Therefore I think I will just cover it with a semi gloss top coat.





Merry Christmas to me. I have 4 days of christmas break, and 1 week of chinese new year break next month. Hope I could have time to build this massive model by then.

Oh no, the person above it's not me, again.

KS just want to shock sendiri to own a PG.

376# The End of Family Medicine posting


It's been a very hectic week. But now there's some room to breathe. Having endless diseases to read is making one to get a disease too.

We had our End of Posting OSCE (Objective Structured Clinical Examination) for Family Medicine posting on monday.

Yesterday, wednesday we had a theory paper for the mentioned posting.

Today, the last exam for the week, we had a theory paper for Internal medicine.

And everything was just messed up.



Really messed up.


Family Medcine's Long OSCE was a killer for me. That was the very first time in my life where I got blank in front of my patient for 6 seconds.

I did not mention about raised intracranial pressure. I did not talk about brain tumour. I did not ask about family history of malignancy.

And the worst thing was I could not identify the papilloedema showed in the picture. That was really a failure which could execute me.

In the end I did very, very badly for the long case. It was so bad until my doctor sms-ed me and asked what was my problem.

Fortunately my short case backed me up. And according to my doctor he said the short case saved me. In the other words, I guess I still passed. But I estimate myself to pass with a C+...



Freaking messed up


Coming next was the Family Medicine theory paper. Negative marking for true/false questions made up 70% of the paper. So, it's either you know or you don't, the answer is either true or false.

For every answer answered correctly, 1 mark will be given. For every wrong answer, 1 mark will be deducted. So it's very, very dangerious.

If you are not certain of your answer, don't attempt it. I was well aware about it. But I gambled.

I only left 2 empty, while most of the people left 10 questions empty.

In the end I lost in the gamble, I lost 20% because of that. Plus the other mistakes I done in the other parts of the paper, my final mark which I estimate would be a B. But really praying for a B+.

Lesson that I learnt - Don't push your luck.



Damn messed up.


So, today's paper was the last. Internal Medicine theory paper, the toughest among all 3 postings in semester 6.

According to all the question I tried to do, I really did not feel good about this paper. I already screwed up the previous relatively easier theory paper, thus this paper would be a nightmare for me.

This nightmare was so vivid and I nearly pissed in my pants.

I was smart already this time, I did not gamble. But I did even worse in this paper, because it was so freaking hard!

Instead of aiming to score, this time I'm aiming to to pass. From rough estimation I can hardly get a C+. Saw the seniors just now, they said half of their batch failed this paper.

Really not a good sign.



Not a very good sign.


It's like realising the hill at the back of your house showing signs of landslide.

I don't feel relieved after the exams. I can give thousand of reasons for not doing well for the exams, like, new to clinical year, still not adapt to it...

But all of these reasons are just plain excuses. I should have spend less time in sleeping and spend more time in studying.

Just like my friend, sleep less than 4 hours a day and have books in front of him at the remaining hours of his day.

375# Pustules

375# Pustules

Question 1

Describe the lesion.

Question 2

Identify the underlying cause of this lesion.

Question 3

Identify thi patient.

haha!!

374# Prelude - Dwali night 2008

374# Prelude - Dwali night 2008


I have attended the Dwali night in Bukit Jalil twice through out the 2.5 years when I was over there. Now, suprisingly at such a dead campus (cough cough) we have our own Dwali night here too. It was last Thursday, in JBLT, the only huge lecture hall we have over here.

We big boy already no longer learning through lectures therefore we don't have as much as lecture halls back in Bukit Jalil days.

Anyway the theme for this year's Dwali nigh was "Fusion of Laasya", I don't know what it means though.





Kolam is undoubtedly mandatory for this event. Kajen used to made a massive ones last year, which occupied almost the whole stage of the atrium.

Now this one, kacang kecik la. For me, it would take me more than 3 hours to complete. But when I revisit it after 1 hour, it was almost complete.

Godspeed.





The reason why we stayed until so late was because of the practice. Oh yes, now this time we took part in the performances.

We have people from Semester 6, 7, 8 and 9. Seniors from Semester 7 and 9 are having finals soon so they are busy and refused to get involved. So left our batch and semester 8 seniors. Therefore the event was severely lack of performancers and crews.

In the end, almost half of our batch mates got involved in this event.





See that, yi hei. You need help, we help as much as we could.

What to do, too little people in Seremban campus therefore we also sort of get involved. And the best thing was that they got Prof. Harwat Singh (the lecturer who taught as bone fractures during semester 5, remember?) to act in the sketch. It was so freakin' cool!

"Rubbish!"

The moment when he got on stage was the highlight of the whole night.





Alright, practice, practice, and more practice. For the whole 2 weeks we stayed back almost everyday. And the second week the practice got even more intensed and we only go back home after passing Cinderella's curfew.

And the cycle goes on.





The reason why was because there were too many performances, but only one stage available at a time. Therefore every group had to take turn and practice.

Actually seeing people practice could be quite potong steam. Because you know what is going to happen on the day itself already. No more fun.





For a person who could not care much about university's event, it was a big surprise for KS to take part in the sketch. It was my fault actually, I sort of got him involved in this sketch.

Initially he selected a very minor character who has only 1 scene and 2 dialogues. In the end he chosen another character with 10 scenes and 99 dialogues.

Thus he appeared in most of the scenes and had the most dialogues and actings.



"Rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape"
said Johannes Krauser II in 1 second.


That was the only time where I didn't sit back and enjoy, but rather standing on the stage or sitting beside the stage to "standby".

Because, sadly, I was part of the sketch too.

I got tricked by Thomas the director. He asked for help because he needed some more actors for the sketch and I agreed to help, but as a small role only.

But know knows the so called "small role" was the "Hero" in the sketch. Damn! I thought of acting bypasser A or bypasser B only!



KS acting during the sketch with his machine gun.


In the end, my so called "Hero" character was not main at all, but KS's one was the main instead.

I needed to scream out loud for my scenes but my controlled by volume. Because the dean was there!



Herein he stands and he points out his gun,
"I will kill you... I will freaking kill you! Argh...!!"
"Bang bang bang bang", he fires the gun with anger,
with Slipknot's "The Nameless" playing in the background.

373# Shift 2

373# Shift 2

Disclaimer: This story is totally fictional and has nothing to do with any of the parties out there.


Last Sunday, the day after we moved out from the previous house, we went back to the old house to settle the remaining business.

Dr. D's parents came other than the 4 of us. They are certainly more experienced in dealing this kind of procedures as compared to us.

The old man (he kept calling us young man, young man, thus I shall address him the same too to show my unbiased respect towards him) came later with his wife.

It's going to be funny how a person can change. Before we moved in, he was such a cheerful, sunny and open old man.

But that time when he came to inspect the house before he return us the deposite, a giant piece of black cloud covered him up and he morphed into a black, foul mouthed, hot tempered, blood sucking slug.





First, the old man made noise at us about the wardrobe in Hercules's room. The bottom part of the sliding door was scratched. He insisted that Hercules has spoilt it because everything was in tip top condition while he handed the house to us.

Dr. D's mother explained that that piece of furniture was made up from a cheap wood so for sure there will be wear and tear, more over it was already 3 months. But the old man was not listening and continue to express his rage at us.


(I won't say that he bitches at us, which he really did, but it sounds inappropiate)


For the 3 months the air con in Hercules's room was left untouched. So when old man inspect the air con, he expressed his rage at us that the air con was not functioning anymore.

Dr. D's father explained that the air con's remote was out of battery, not that the air con has spoilt. Old man did not listen to that and insisted that he wants "perfect condition" of the air con. Therefore to show that the air con was actually functioning, Dr. D had to rush to buy batteries.

While the old man went off to inspect around, Dr. D's father and I tried to work the air con out. There is reset button in every air con where you can turn it on without remote control. In the end we found the button, and proved to the old man that the air con is still functioning in fact.

(How wish there is a reset button on his forehead so that I could press it)





When the old man inspect KS's room, KS said, loudly;

"Luckily the fan is still working, or else I have to pay money."

The inspection continued to Dr. D's room. His toilet's lamp was already spoilt when we moved in and his father has fixed it. During that time, the light was not working suddenly. This caused the old man to express more feelings again.

Dr.D's father explained to him that the lamp was already faulty at the first place and he repaired it. But again, the old man was not listening, and repeat his line again and again.

"I don't care, I want everything back to its condition like 3 months ago!"

The repeated bitching was pressing Hercules's berserk button again and again. He got so pissed off and tried to clarify. But Dr. D's father was kind enough and unberserk him. And he had to repair the lamp again for the old man.


So we gathered in the living room, trying to sort the deposite out. But the old man got so sensitive and double check Hercules's room. Few seconds later, he came down and complaint that Hercules's toilet was dirty.

This time Hercules really ran out of rage and laughed. Too much of bitching causes down regulation of anger. "Whatever."





When the old man tried to finalise everything, he asked for the receipts of the security service. We told him that we do not have the receipts. He said;

"No receipt? Then I have to deduct RM90 from your deposite."

This bitching finally manage to trigger my anger and all of us got so fucking pissed. The security charges are between US and the SECURITY COMPANY. What is it got to do with this old man?

It's so obvious that this old man is trying to con our deposite as much as he could.

In the end, he did not success in conning us the security fee. He wrote Dr. D's father a cheque for our deposite. Since it has to be cashed out, so...

When we were walking out from the house, KS told the old man;

"Uncle ah, you better check the tap outside, or else if spoilt then you want us to pay pulak"

and the old man quickly go and check.


Perfectionist.


Old man, oh old man... You know that you are near enough and it's not so far away between you and the gates. Yes, the gates. It's either the gates up there or the gates down there. So it would be better if you do more good than bad. So that you can get to the place where you wanted the most.

You bully us just because we are young and inexperienced. Are you out of cash? Why did you try so hard to con money from young men like us? Your daughter never give you money is it? Poor thing...

Besides, I'm quite thankful for you because my father was not there. I dare not to imagine what will happen if he was there if you kept expressing your unsatisfaction right there without any solid reasons.






If you still do bad, you would not know what will happen next. Thus you shall do ten thousand goods before the end of the day.

For everything you did to us, there will be a price to pay.
We will not execute it, but up there down there He will do it for the sake of justice.


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