Sunday, July 19, 2009

books

anybody got good books to recommend? seems that the library has a huge stockpile of books. thing is, all the good 1s get booked/borrowed, leaving the shitty ass 1s by shitty ass authors hoping to make a quick buck.

and soooooo, after delving into the depths of the enormous catalogue, there appears a few hidden gems.

the maigret series by georges simenon. his books belong in the crime/thriller category, yet the focus is on the emotional and the dark side of human nature. therefore the books give a quite interesting perspective different from your Agatha Christie or Arthur Conan Doyle. While the latter explores the how, the former explores the why.

very very interesting. anybody got books to lend?

Thursday, July 16, 2009

kicks to the head can't kill?

this blog coincidentally named after a tkd kick somehow feels inclined to comment on the recent articles(s) that appeared in the Straits Times about a boy who died after being kicked in the neck during a tkd match.

it seems that comments by the Singapore Taekwondo Federation make tkd sound like a sport which is perfectly safe if the proper safety gear are worn and rules are followed. it also adds that only adults aged 17 and above are allowed kicks to the head.

wow. so '17 year olds are immune to death, therefore the permit for kicks to the head' is what the statement implies, when read collectively with the previous statement that the sport is safe.

question! wouldn't 17year olds have more strength and would that not result in more lethal and powerful kicks?

question! so is tkd now a sport like fencing where exponents square off in skill alone with no possible harm to themselves? and does the underlying foundation on which the sport was built on, i.e. to defend yourself i.e. maiming your attacker so u have time to get away, totally and conveniently forgotten when they say it is 'safe' in a bid to attract more bao gui sons and daugthers to train in their superior safer training facility with world class safety practices?

here now, nicky, come here! nicky nicky! where are u? damn i can't recognize me son. they all look alike covered head to toe in full battle order.

help i can't walk! my protective gear is too heavy!

come on! kick me! i can't feel pain cos of my superior kevlar reinforced armour!

come on! stab me! i won't feel any pain cos in training, i dun.

it's been a long time coming...

long long ago, long long ago, tell me the tale that to me was so dear, long long ago, long long ago.

many things happened. just stumbled back into this blog. aaaaah... nostalgic...