There is Yin and Yang in life. The gentle and the aggressive. The relaxed and the excitable. And that's life in Club Med - contrasts of such magnitude that it tears you inside just deciding on where to spend your next fleeting moment.
The cushioned deckchair, with the morning sun, gentle easterly breeze and the rolling waves beckon an hour of serenity and meditation, and yet the catamaran calls out for an exciting adventure taming the South China Sea using the wind and sail.
And as always, the restless spirit wins. And the trapeze.. it has given me newfound respect for circus performers. The act of climbing 3 storeys high to stand on a plank as wide as the palm of your hands is enough to make your testoterones take cover in your testicles. And then leaning forward to reach out for the trapeze.. the amount of faith we must have in God and the Club GO who's holding your belt in order you do not fall 20 feet into the Net (it's a hard net!!) . And yet, many of us did it.
The first time was scary becauseI didn't know what to expect. The second time was worse. As I was ascending the narrow ladder up 30 feet, I thought "Am I crazy to be doing this again?" And as I leaned forward to reach the trapeze, I thought "I must have a death wish. I'm going to tempt fate again." Then the Club GO kicks at my ankles and I fall off the plank, swinging while holding onto a horizontal bar suspended on two parallel ropes. When you're swinging, you don't think about the fear. So I'm swinging and then I have to lift my legs and curl them around the bar and let my hands go. Trapeze swinging is an elegant, harmonious act, but I was as graceful as an hippo.
It was scary, but I did it several times. The third and fourth time was just as hard, but they became less scary. And that's just me. If I am afraid of something that I shouldn't be afraid of, then I'll do it over and over until the fear goes away. It always does, and it did. And so true the saying "That which does not kill you, makes you stronger" But that's another story.
Today's blog is about conflicting contrasts that envelop our lives. We all make decisions every day but some of us find that we will always look back and wonder about the other road not taken. And then sometimes, we go down one path and then come back to go down the other. And sometimes it's the same and sometimes it's not. Happy are those who are decisive and do not wonder. And to those who feel that you're always not sure.. here's a poem about the experience Club Med had for me:
How very simple life would be
If only there were two of me
A Restless Me to drift and roam
A Quiet Me to stay at home.
A Searching One to find his fill
Of varied skies and newfound thrill
While sane and homely things are done
By the domestic Other One.
And that's just where the trouble lies;
There is a Restless Me that cries
For chancy risks and changing scene,
For arctic blue and tropic green,
For deserts with their mystic spell,
For lusty fun and raising Hell
But shackled to that Restless Me
My Other Self rebelliously
Resists the frantic urge to move.
It seeks the old familiar groove
That habits make. It finds content
With hearth and home dear prisonment,
With candlelight and well loved books
And treasured loot in dusty nooks,
With puttering and garden things
And dreaming while a cricket sings
And all the while the Restless One
Insists on more exciting fun
It wants to go with every tide,
No matter where, just for the ride.
Like yowling cats the two selves brawl
Until I have no peace at all.
One eye turns to the forward track,
The other eye looks sadly back,
I'm getting wall-eyed from the strain,
(It's tough to have an idle brain)
But One says "Stay" and One says "Go"
And One says "Yes," and One says "no,"
And One Self wants a home and wife
And One Self craves the drifter's life.
The Restless Fellow always wins
I wish my folks had made me twins.
- Don Blanding
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Friday, July 21, 2006
Fools we are
During the past weeks, I have been playing "Dear Thelma" to some friends. And I've realized how fragile the human heart is and how easily we let the actions of others affect us. More so, I've also realized how insensitive we all can be and so ignorant of what our actions can cause.
I think I daresay that without exception, sometimes we all do things that is not the smartest, in fact, I'd almost say "what the hell were you thinking?" Maybe it's because of our upbringing or our life experiences or a friend's bad advice. Maybe we're scared or foolish or reckless or plain dumb. But still, we do these things and we do them over and over and over, all the time.
Anyway, in my short life's experience, I have learnt not to judge someone for what they do. They do it because of who they are, and if you want to be their friend/partner/family/spouse, you have to accept that some things (not all) are so ingrained in their nature that it's unnatural to have acted otherwise.
So.. in my closing.. to the people I love and care about: If I ever do anything that hurts you, it's not because I don't love you enough or love you lesser. It's a moment of weakness caused by a flaw in my character that makes me do the things I do, despite how I feel about you.
I think I daresay that without exception, sometimes we all do things that is not the smartest, in fact, I'd almost say "what the hell were you thinking?" Maybe it's because of our upbringing or our life experiences or a friend's bad advice. Maybe we're scared or foolish or reckless or plain dumb. But still, we do these things and we do them over and over and over, all the time.
Anyway, in my short life's experience, I have learnt not to judge someone for what they do. They do it because of who they are, and if you want to be their friend/partner/family/spouse, you have to accept that some things (not all) are so ingrained in their nature that it's unnatural to have acted otherwise.
So.. in my closing.. to the people I love and care about: If I ever do anything that hurts you, it's not because I don't love you enough or love you lesser. It's a moment of weakness caused by a flaw in my character that makes me do the things I do, despite how I feel about you.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Butter vs Margarine
I'm not in favour of consuming anything artificial. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that everyone has to go organic, but I'm a strong believer in the phrase "You are what you eat". So, if you're eating a lot of stuff that is man-made, it's pretty obvious to me that you're setting yourself up for some long-term health problems. One of the big debates that I've heard about is the one between margarine and butter. In fact, this has been going on since I was a kid. Back then, everyone derided the fat and cholesterol content of butter - implicitly saying that margarine was much healthier. I kind of bought into it myself - partly because I could order "roti planta" without feeling guilty! But a few years back, I realized that margarine wasn't natural.
So, I've compiled some facts about both butter and margarine. Before I go on, you'll want to check this out yourself because this is unreferenced material.
Point 1: Do you know the difference between margarine and butter?
Most damaging, however, is the fact that margarine is but ONE MOLECULE away from being plastic! This is because it's hydrogenated - meaning that hydrogen is added, changing the molecular structure of the substance. I haven't tried this out myself, but if you take some margarine and leave it in a shaded area for a few days, it won't rot! I mean, not even pesky fruit flies will go near the stuff - simply because it's nearly plastic. Would you melt your plastic containers and spread it all over your toast?"
But, like I said, I'm no expert, and I compiled these "facts" over a period of time. So, you should talk to someone who is an expert and see if they're true. My point, however, is that you don't need to check any facts with butter - which has been consumed for centuries - that says a lot in itself.
The above information was made available by a friend and you can subscribe for other similar and interesting articles by sending a mail to ccp@kailife.com. In the meantime, I will continue to post other interesting information that I come across on a regular basis.
So, I've compiled some facts about both butter and margarine. Before I go on, you'll want to check this out yourself because this is unreferenced material.
Point 1: Do you know the difference between margarine and butter?
- Both have the same amount of calories;
- Butter is slightly higher in saturated fats at 8 grams compared to 5 grams;
- Eating margarine can increase heart disease in women by 53% over eating the same amount of butter, according to the Harvard Medical Study;
- Eating butter increases the absorption of many other nutrients in other foods;
- Butter has many nutritional benefits where margarine has a few - only because they've been added(!);
- For most people, butter tastes better than margarine, and it can enhance the flavours of other foods (the best margarine can do is claim that it tastes just like butter); and
- Butter has been around for a long time, whereas margarine has only been around for less than 100 years.
Point 2: Some disturbing facts about margarine
- Very high in trans fatty acids (KFC is being sued in the US for this);
- Triples the risk of coronary heart disease;
- Increases total cholesterol and LDL (the bad cholesterol);
- Lowers HDL cholesterol (the good kind);
- Increases the risk of cancers by up to five fold;
- Lowers quality of breast milk;* Decreases immune response; and
- Decreases insulin response (diabetes runs in my family).
Most damaging, however, is the fact that margarine is but ONE MOLECULE away from being plastic! This is because it's hydrogenated - meaning that hydrogen is added, changing the molecular structure of the substance. I haven't tried this out myself, but if you take some margarine and leave it in a shaded area for a few days, it won't rot! I mean, not even pesky fruit flies will go near the stuff - simply because it's nearly plastic. Would you melt your plastic containers and spread it all over your toast?"
But, like I said, I'm no expert, and I compiled these "facts" over a period of time. So, you should talk to someone who is an expert and see if they're true. My point, however, is that you don't need to check any facts with butter - which has been consumed for centuries - that says a lot in itself.
The above information was made available by a friend and you can subscribe for other similar and interesting articles by sending a mail to ccp@kailife.com. In the meantime, I will continue to post other interesting information that I come across on a regular basis.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
What a way to end the WC 2006
World Cup Finals is here! Woo hoo! Let's make plans to watch it. Let's get everyone together and we'll have a party.
I'm surprised we went as far as we did. I tried to book a place at the Curve on Friday and they were closed for reservations. Apparently, I had to be there about 10pm to get a seat. No matter, I thought.. it's the finals and it's once every 4 years.
So on Sunday, I went at 10pm.. some came faithfully on time, the rest strolled in about 10.30. By 11pm, 7 of us had finished many beers and a bottle of wine. Some drinks and nonsensical chatter later, another 30 minutes passed. Then some fries, chicken wings and another 30 minutes pass. Time crawls when you're in anticipation.
Come 12.30, everyone is fidgeting and getting restless. The babble becomes shallow. Polite laughters for dull jokes. The beginning of the end.
"It's getting real warm here. Quite a humid night tonite. Why don't they have aircond out here?" said one.
"What time do you think the game will end? 4am? Hmm, I live in Putrajaya. It will take me 45 mins to get home" said another
"I'm supposed to have a meeting at 9am. My old boss would never do that on the morning after the finals. My new boss is totally insensitive."
A slight drizzle follows.
"Oh it's starting to rain. And they don't have umbrellas. I think we'll have to leave". Nobody moved. "So you thinking about going home?", another commented. "Only if you want to" "No, I'm fine, but if you really want to"
We spent another 30 minutes talking about leaving. The drizzle teased, coming on and off, as we spoke about the virtues of going home, with no one suggesting it. I sat quietly listening to the banter and while I didn't say a word, my mind was thinking "gosh, another 2 hours to go before the match starts and then 2 hours for the game. Another 1 hour if it goes into penalties" 5 hours? Will someone just say it?
They ran out of snacks. They ran out of bottled beer. You can't get more reasons than that, yet nobody wanted to be the party pooper. And we've come this far. To actually come out on a Sunday night at 10pm is a major feat on its own.
I think God finally got tired and intervened. There was a power failure and the big screen went off. We waited 2-3 minutes, deliberating still. And finally, as soon as we noticed the lights coming back on one section at a time, we decided to get out of there. I think we were afraid we'll run out of reasons. And so at 1am and 1 hour before the game started, we left the joint.
Lesson learnt: Ageing had made us forget that we're not 18 anymore. And watching repeats isn't so bad after all.
I'm surprised we went as far as we did. I tried to book a place at the Curve on Friday and they were closed for reservations. Apparently, I had to be there about 10pm to get a seat. No matter, I thought.. it's the finals and it's once every 4 years.
So on Sunday, I went at 10pm.. some came faithfully on time, the rest strolled in about 10.30. By 11pm, 7 of us had finished many beers and a bottle of wine. Some drinks and nonsensical chatter later, another 30 minutes passed. Then some fries, chicken wings and another 30 minutes pass. Time crawls when you're in anticipation.
Come 12.30, everyone is fidgeting and getting restless. The babble becomes shallow. Polite laughters for dull jokes. The beginning of the end.
"It's getting real warm here. Quite a humid night tonite. Why don't they have aircond out here?" said one.
"What time do you think the game will end? 4am? Hmm, I live in Putrajaya. It will take me 45 mins to get home" said another
"I'm supposed to have a meeting at 9am. My old boss would never do that on the morning after the finals. My new boss is totally insensitive."
A slight drizzle follows.
"Oh it's starting to rain. And they don't have umbrellas. I think we'll have to leave". Nobody moved. "So you thinking about going home?", another commented. "Only if you want to" "No, I'm fine, but if you really want to"
We spent another 30 minutes talking about leaving. The drizzle teased, coming on and off, as we spoke about the virtues of going home, with no one suggesting it. I sat quietly listening to the banter and while I didn't say a word, my mind was thinking "gosh, another 2 hours to go before the match starts and then 2 hours for the game. Another 1 hour if it goes into penalties" 5 hours? Will someone just say it?
They ran out of snacks. They ran out of bottled beer. You can't get more reasons than that, yet nobody wanted to be the party pooper. And we've come this far. To actually come out on a Sunday night at 10pm is a major feat on its own.
I think God finally got tired and intervened. There was a power failure and the big screen went off. We waited 2-3 minutes, deliberating still. And finally, as soon as we noticed the lights coming back on one section at a time, we decided to get out of there. I think we were afraid we'll run out of reasons. And so at 1am and 1 hour before the game started, we left the joint.
Lesson learnt: Ageing had made us forget that we're not 18 anymore. And watching repeats isn't so bad after all.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Do Astronauts like Music?
Do you remember those movies from the 70's where the astronauts float in space, linked to life and the world only through a tube attached to his space suit? Can you imagine a life like that? Floating aimlessly, in a sound-less, gravity-less void of space? Wouldn't it be amazing if someone could just pipe some music through? Imagine for a moment... you're floating in a void... attached by a tube.. and then suddenly there's a Mozart piece coming from somewhere.. and then a booming voice saying "Hellow... how are you... when are you coming out?"
Well, a baby swimming in amniotic fluid feels exactly like that. And apparently, the ear drums are formed in the 6th month, so the baby can hear and respond to sound.
Nowadays, they sell these devices that fits at the mother's stomach and you can attach the MP3 player or the microphone. Classical music is supposed to have a soothing effect, although I'd hate to think what it's like to be forced to listen to music that you loathe. And then the microphone, to get the baby to get familiar with your voice, so that he/she will recognize you when they are born. "Clean your room, do your homework, get off the phone, go upstairs now"
Moral of today's story: It's never too young to start learning.
Well, a baby swimming in amniotic fluid feels exactly like that. And apparently, the ear drums are formed in the 6th month, so the baby can hear and respond to sound.
Nowadays, they sell these devices that fits at the mother's stomach and you can attach the MP3 player or the microphone. Classical music is supposed to have a soothing effect, although I'd hate to think what it's like to be forced to listen to music that you loathe. And then the microphone, to get the baby to get familiar with your voice, so that he/she will recognize you when they are born. "Clean your room, do your homework, get off the phone, go upstairs now"
Moral of today's story: It's never too young to start learning.
Monday, July 03, 2006
Admiring Managerial Skills
Over the last week, I have had the opportunity to witness some of the best managerial skills in play. And it didn't happen at work.. it was on Astro.. namely the World Cup.
Anyone who says that soccer is just a sport is obviously unaware of the strategy and planning involved in the game. And what comes out is finely tuned musical that will sound as sweetly as it is played. And the conductor of this orchestra is the coach.
The coach sets the strategy - 4-4-2 or 4-3-3 - and then he selects the players - who plays defense, midfield, left wing, right wing, striker etc. The coach would have analyzed the competition's game beforehand. Then he determines the strategy such as whether they play a defensive or offensive game. And those decisions determine, more or less, whether they win or lose. The left wing don't decide "hey, there's more action on the right side, I think I'll go help them." He doesn't, because that's not how the game is played.
Have you ever noticed that when a team is losing or not scoring, the coach switches a player at the last moment? I have always wondered about that.. If the team can't score in 80 minutes, what can a substitute do in 10 minutes? And he goes on to make a goal after that. That’s what happened when France beat Brazil and when Argentina lost to Germany. France made some key last minute decisions that sealed their win and the Argentines, well, their demise. You see, the coach knows their players well. For example, if a coach thinks that they need a good right-wing to perform a particular type of play, he switches them in, even at the last moment. 10 minutes is all the player needs to make a play.
Soccer is a science. You put in the right ingredients and it cooks exactly the way that it should.
There are a few things a soccer coach knows:
He obviously knows his objective, which is winning, so it's futile to mention that. But he also knows he needs a good game to win
He knows his players well - their strengths and weaknesses
He has analyzed his competition well
You would also realize that in soccer, there is no democracy. Nobody votes and decisions are not made by consensus. Players trust their coach. Then, they play to their best of ability. As a team. They play from the positions they are assigned to. And what transpires is a well played professional game.
My point for writing this blog? I don't know, maybe I think that we can all learn something from soccer. Firstly, an average team working in tandem plays better than many talented individuals playing their own game. Secondly, a good team cannot win all the time, but they stand a better chance than most and they play a great game anyway. Thirdly, players in good teams always get the best looking chicks. So there.
Anyone who says that soccer is just a sport is obviously unaware of the strategy and planning involved in the game. And what comes out is finely tuned musical that will sound as sweetly as it is played. And the conductor of this orchestra is the coach.
The coach sets the strategy - 4-4-2 or 4-3-3 - and then he selects the players - who plays defense, midfield, left wing, right wing, striker etc. The coach would have analyzed the competition's game beforehand. Then he determines the strategy such as whether they play a defensive or offensive game. And those decisions determine, more or less, whether they win or lose. The left wing don't decide "hey, there's more action on the right side, I think I'll go help them." He doesn't, because that's not how the game is played.
Have you ever noticed that when a team is losing or not scoring, the coach switches a player at the last moment? I have always wondered about that.. If the team can't score in 80 minutes, what can a substitute do in 10 minutes? And he goes on to make a goal after that. That’s what happened when France beat Brazil and when Argentina lost to Germany. France made some key last minute decisions that sealed their win and the Argentines, well, their demise. You see, the coach knows their players well. For example, if a coach thinks that they need a good right-wing to perform a particular type of play, he switches them in, even at the last moment. 10 minutes is all the player needs to make a play.
Soccer is a science. You put in the right ingredients and it cooks exactly the way that it should.
There are a few things a soccer coach knows:
He obviously knows his objective, which is winning, so it's futile to mention that. But he also knows he needs a good game to win
He knows his players well - their strengths and weaknesses
He has analyzed his competition well
You would also realize that in soccer, there is no democracy. Nobody votes and decisions are not made by consensus. Players trust their coach. Then, they play to their best of ability. As a team. They play from the positions they are assigned to. And what transpires is a well played professional game.
My point for writing this blog? I don't know, maybe I think that we can all learn something from soccer. Firstly, an average team working in tandem plays better than many talented individuals playing their own game. Secondly, a good team cannot win all the time, but they stand a better chance than most and they play a great game anyway. Thirdly, players in good teams always get the best looking chicks. So there.
Around the World (Cup) in 21 days
How do you entice someone who does not need a salary and how do you top a World Cup in Hanover or a backpacking adventure in Wales or a salsa rave in Rio De Janeiro?
I don't know and its still a wonder that we have enlisted an old friend whose hobbies include terrorizing the Indian peasants and provoking Italian football fans. And perhaps spent the last 3 weeks living out of a tent on the streets of Germany.
So… he has been persuaded to come back for a 6 month encore performance in KL, in return for some salsa/samba dancing lessons prior to his debut in Brazil. He confirmed on Saturday, arrives on Tuesday and starts work on Wednesday. And he doesn't even have a proper shirt, trousers or shoes yet!
And such is the life of a free spirited man where life-changing decisions are made based on the taste of last night’s beer.
Welcome home... it will be like you never left at all.
I don't know and its still a wonder that we have enlisted an old friend whose hobbies include terrorizing the Indian peasants and provoking Italian football fans. And perhaps spent the last 3 weeks living out of a tent on the streets of Germany.
So… he has been persuaded to come back for a 6 month encore performance in KL, in return for some salsa/samba dancing lessons prior to his debut in Brazil. He confirmed on Saturday, arrives on Tuesday and starts work on Wednesday. And he doesn't even have a proper shirt, trousers or shoes yet!
And such is the life of a free spirited man where life-changing decisions are made based on the taste of last night’s beer.
Welcome home... it will be like you never left at all.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Doctors Leaving - 2
Blog Reminder No 2 - write and save in a Notepad before publishing. You might lose everything you've typed.
Continuing from before: My doctor friends are disillusioned with their profession. Both work in the govt hospital, which means long hours and low pay. Long hours means 16 hour days and sometimes overnight, and low pay means under RM 3000 each. For people in their 30's.
Let's start from the beginning. Doctors are the smartest of the smartest in school. Most of you who read this blog have no chance of qualifying to study it. These are straight A students - 8-10 A's in SPM and 4-5 A's in STPM. Prefects, presidents of school associations, you name it. Meaning these are top achievers, who are the best in whatever they did. So.. Fast forward 10 years - these friends are barely starting on their lives and the rest of us (less impressive performers in school) are far far ahead. So for all they have worked for, by the standard measure of achievement that society uses on us today (ie what house/ car/salary/lifestyle do you have), they are now at the bottom rung. Sure, one day they might come to be - what, 10 years from now? How do you ask top achievers to accept that?
The government has asked doctors to be grateful citizens. Doctors were given the opportunity to do medicine (btw, did I mention full scholarship at local Uni?). So doctors should return to serve society. And besides, doctors have a responsibility to put their service above self, which means that their medical practice of serving people should be above their desire for status, lifestyle and wealth.
So were those comments made meant to be a reprimand, an advice or a morale booster? Not at all convincing, I am afraid.
Firstly, for any self respecting profession and not just doctors, we must always put our service first - which means serve the customer the best we can. Lawyers, accountants and journalists - everyone - must put their best to the people we serve. The customers are our patients, the results are the lives helped or saved.
Secondly, doctors do not need to be THAT grateful. They were not given their free ride (not all of them, anyway). They worked hard for it. It was their own determination and commitment. They earned it. And when you earn something, you have a right to spend it, flaunt it and enjoy it. You should only be grateful when you were done a good deed you did not earn or deserve.
There are other dissatisfactions, of course, including poor work ethics (you would be appalled by some of the things that happen behind the surgery rooms), smacks of favoritism and racism, jostling of position by who you know and not what you do. So to all newly jaded doctors out there, there is little professionalism in this profession. But that's a story I will tell in another blog.
So, coming back my 2 friends. They figure their lives will be better in another country. And how right they are. We all seek better things all the time, but mostly we move to greener pastures when our pastures are really sand dunes.
And you know what? They will probably be top specialists, researchers and professors when they go, where they're recognized for their merit and they can make a decent living for themselves, their children and future. And then our country will claim credit and say so-and-so was from Ipoh, Penang or Kuching. Yeah right.
Good luck, my 2 friends. And God bless the rest of us left behind without doctors.
Doctors leaving
My desire to start a blog was inspired by 2 doctor friends who have chosen to leave the country soon. I wanted to express my frustration somewhere but did not know where to start. I thought about writing to the media. I thought about sending a chain email (send this to 7 of your friends or your neighbour's dog will die). But I guess a blog will do - read at your will. Nobody's dog needs to die for my cause.
Anyway, last night at a housewarming party, I came to know that 2 specialist doctor friends (one anaesthetist and one physician) - married to each other, Indian, 34 and 30 - have chosen to leave Malaysia one day. Much words were spoken but the reality is this - as a country, we are not doing enough to keep them.
Anyway, last night at a housewarming party, I came to know that 2 specialist doctor friends (one anaesthetist and one physician) - married to each other, Indian, 34 and 30 - have chosen to leave Malaysia one day. Much words were spoken but the reality is this - as a country, we are not doing enough to keep them.
Open for Business
OK, so this is how it starts.
Blog note reminder: Next time, get inspired by a good blog name before starting out. 15 minutes is not enough to think up a good name.
Like some blogs, I should choose to be anonymous. However, like all good blogs, the easiest way to start having readers is to tell your friends. I won't attempt to keep it a secret, but I will use fictional names.
So what's with the name? For the uninitiated, a Pensieve is a stone basin, covered in mystic runes, with a liquid or gas within. A witch or wizard can extract his or her own memories and place them in the Pensieve, especially to relieve the mind when it becomes too flooded with information. Anyone can examine the memories in the Pensieve, which also allows viewers to fully immerse themselves in the memories stored within, much like a magical form of virtual reality. OK, this object came out of a Harry Potter book. Don't laugh.. you may not find it in any self-respected dictionary but you can find its full reference in wikipedia.org.
As for Potty, sometimes it means crazy, whacko or eccentric. But I used it because it refers to an object which we use everyday. Much like a Pensieve, it is where we dispose of immaterial articles after we have soaked up the vital bits. Now this is an interesting read in wikipedia.org, which a nice picture reference too. Look it up :)
So... Potty Pensieve is now open for business.
Blog note reminder: Next time, get inspired by a good blog name before starting out. 15 minutes is not enough to think up a good name.
Like some blogs, I should choose to be anonymous. However, like all good blogs, the easiest way to start having readers is to tell your friends. I won't attempt to keep it a secret, but I will use fictional names.
So what's with the name? For the uninitiated, a Pensieve is a stone basin, covered in mystic runes, with a liquid or gas within. A witch or wizard can extract his or her own memories and place them in the Pensieve, especially to relieve the mind when it becomes too flooded with information. Anyone can examine the memories in the Pensieve, which also allows viewers to fully immerse themselves in the memories stored within, much like a magical form of virtual reality. OK, this object came out of a Harry Potter book. Don't laugh.. you may not find it in any self-respected dictionary but you can find its full reference in wikipedia.org.
As for Potty, sometimes it means crazy, whacko or eccentric. But I used it because it refers to an object which we use everyday. Much like a Pensieve, it is where we dispose of immaterial articles after we have soaked up the vital bits. Now this is an interesting read in wikipedia.org, which a nice picture reference too. Look it up :)
So... Potty Pensieve is now open for business.
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