Of Late...

Have been busy the past few days with part time work and..erm..soccer...

My part time job scope is helping out as an IT manager at an opthalmology convention at suntec.
(For the uninformed, opthalmology is the branch of medicine which deals with the diseases of the eye and their treatment.)

Did a similar job last year, and I actually had more fun previously than this time. Perhaps this time I felt lesser responsibility, and didn't have much important things to do. If there is one thing I learnt about myself doing this job, is that I kind of enjoy multi-tasking, and the rush of getting things done right just before the event is about to begin (You know the period before an event is about to start and all things that goes wrong goes wrong?) And I realised the drive I get stems from the appreciation I recieve. At least got some this time from the doctors and organisers.

Oh, and I learnt abit more from the talks given by the doctors this time (although I don't know the significance of some.)But it's interesting nontheless. Did you know torsion in the eye is to aid steropsis? And a sterile surgical glove, cloth, etc, isn't exactly clean? Wanted to hear most about uveitis...but didn't have that chance.

The only bad thing about this whole event, was probably the company that organised this. Let's just say, I won't want to work for Ace Dayton anymore. Maybe they could organise the event well, but internal organisation was bad. lousy. horrible. ghastly.

My window of freedom is closing upon me soon! Attachment is starting in a few more weeks...

O merciless fleeting time. Please slow thy pace!

Currently,
-trying to find my confidence
-listening to Joe Hisaishi - Laputa(The Castle in the Sky)

In This Short Post,

I'd only like to say,

In retrospect, the post about the stupid beetles does not deserve to be longer than the post about about my beloved His Dark Materials books.

Oh well.

Hell Hath No Fury Like Beetles Scorned

I thought I was fearless.

I thought I was brave.

I thought I could fend off any incoming danger with the flick of my fingers and with an eye closed.

I thought I could hold up the sky with one hand and still support the mountains with the other.

Then this tiny little beetle flew into my room and landed beside me. For the next few hours, it terrorised me by flying around and refusing to leave through the door or window which I had opened oh-so-wide.

Finally, I had to cry for mommy.

All because I have this innate fear of picking it up. Even with a thick bunch of tissues. The problem I realise, is not about picking it up. Its about the thought of squishing it, the thought of all its gooey goo flowing out, and the disgusting vision I imagine of a dead squashed beetle.

Yes. I have such a phobia. And since I don't know what to call it, let me coin this new(?) word of a fear of squishing a bug - Squishoentomophobia.

Fortunately, squishoentomophobia is only induced by insects equal or larger than bettles (and that includes insects like bees as well). Imagine if I had problems squashing an ant!!

It is retribution I tell you. I used to terrorise mealworms when I was younger, holding them in my hands and rolling it around my fingers. Now these mealworm beetles are back with a vengence.

I would like to show you all pictures of mealworms and the adult beetles here. But then I will be putting myself off, and perhaps never come back to update my blog again.

These bettles know where I live.
One visited while I was sitting on the toilet bowl the other day.
And they will continue to hunt me down like the beetle hater that I am.

Even Superman has a fear (for kryptonite).
I have to get over this stupid fear.
For the sake of humanity.
I mean myself.