The Daily Sin

MUCH NEEDED UPDATE!!!

2008-03-10T09:54:00.002-07:00

So I haven't updated in the longest time, but anyway, since blogs are literally a space for QQ-escapism, I'm going to rant, damnit!

I can't help but feel disillusioned with this business class I am taking. Not that it's hard - but it's stupid.

Now, that's a strong statement (I can see the business majors raising their fists now) but hear me out.

I got a 36/40 for the first exam. And this is an upper division BA class (and I am not a business major)... and I studied the morning of the exam. The test wasn't really that easy but I guess that for business majors, it would be, considering they've been exposed to concepts like taxes, tariffs, business & culture, etc... but no. The class average was a C even though the professor "threw out" 6 questions to make the exam out of 34. Which also means I got a 106%. W.T.F.?

And it's not like the scores were re-examined based on whether you got those 6 questions right or wrong - he just lowered the total. That's just... mind bogggling.

So yeah, I got more than an A, why am I complaining?

I just don't deserve it. I barely studied (or learnt anything I didn't already know from reading newspapers). I don't feel like I am using this time in class (yes, I am sitting in it now) productively. $1000 worth of education, my ass?

Random Bad News from Malaysia

2007-05-15T22:51:00.001-07:00

The video will speak for itself...

Morality & Why Nice Guys Finish Last

2007-04-23T10:01:00.000-07:00

So like, I try not to get too philosophical on my blog cos I think my readership generally isn't too turned on by it... but heck, it's MY blog and I don't care what my readers like so there.

So I was in my Behavior Analysis class a couple weeks ago where we talked about how we live in a society where true "nice-ness" isn't really reinforcing - basically, being a "nice guy" is not generally rewarded with what one needs (think financial or even social rewards). In the dog-eat-dog world, competitiveness and an aggressive disposition are what is essential for survival (for males mostly, but this can apply to females when competing for mates, etc). I'm not just looking at this from a Social Darwinian point of view but also from the evolutionary biology point of view that those who can show their strength and have a selfish me-first attitude are more likely o be "successful" in life. Obvious enough when you look at the animal kingdom but in our society, capitalism essentially rewards competitive (merciless?) behavior. So while we preach "goodness", as we grow older, we get less and less rewards for being nice (kind of explains alot of things).

At the age of 6, praise for being good = very reinforcing.
At the age of 26, career advancement for being aggressively competitive = more reinforcing.

You ask what about people who donate to charity and maybe point to people like Bill Gates who has donated his billions - but when you think about it, it's quite like buying social approval and social acceptance through monetary means begotten from cut-throat, monopolistic business strategies. Is that acceptable? Makes you question people's motives, eh?

So why bother with ethics and morality? It is clear in today that what is encouraged is winner-takes-all. What about the good guys? Why do parents encourage obedience and sharing and all that funky stuff?

So I tossed around this idea for awhile... All the great philosophers talk about ethics and morality but do we question why? Well, in my opinion, in order for human society to function (I'm referring to whole communities here), there has to be followers and drones willing to give way for the others. We can't all be generals without armies and we can liken the human situation to be quite like bee colonies; the queen (and her king) reproduces and passes on her genes but she has hundreds of worker bees under her who will never reproduce. They just live and die giving their energy and effort, contributing to a larger good by being... slaves.

Of course, my little theory has to be refined but I guess that's a starting point...

So anyway, to all you potential parents: the next time you teach your kids to be obedient and share and be good and nice, you might be teaching them to be drones and to feed the engine of corporate greed.

=D

The Baby Landlord

2007-04-16T18:13:00.003-07:00

If I ever had a kid, this would eb what she'd be like:

Creepy.

2007-03-27T00:15:00.000-07:00

Does this guy look like anyone we know...?

>.>

<.<

Oh, and before I forget

The Poll

2007-03-23T13:52:00.001-07:00

The Malaysian Brain Drain

2007-03-14T10:13:00.000-07:00

Ok, this issue has been on my mind for awhile. Malaysia is facing (or not facing) a huge problem - the brain drain. The talented pool of young citizens are leaving the country to chase their dreams elsewhere, build futures in other nations and carve out opportunities in unfamiliar lands. Not that all these are impossible in Malaysia itself but it's just too hard.

A vast majority of my peers of my age/social/economic status (young adult, middle to upper-middle class) are bent on not returning to Malaysia after they graduate. I'm talking about the future engineers, biochemists, pharmacists, psychologists (ummm, yeah.) and other future professionals that just have no faith in the possibility of building a secure and comfortable life back in their Kampung. It's really disheartening when I look at friends like Adele and Ken Jin and Carolynn, all of whom are extremely intelligent, resourceful and talented... and they're all pretty sure they aren't too keen to slave for their motherland.

So what's the problem? Malaysia - no natural disasters, good weather, plenty of good food, chock-a-block of mamaks, friends & family, burgeoning economy (therefore, potential for good jobs, etc)... What's not to like about it?

The answer? Outright discrimination. In-your-face racist policies.

I'm sorry, but it's really the simplest answer. Let's face it, without Kulit-fication (*kulit = skin) in Malaysia, it doesn't matter how good you are, you're going to have to face the fact that there will be a glass ceiling preventing you from reaching the top. Short of changing your birth certificate and undergoing major plastic surgery and facial reconstruction, you can't really change your race. The government and even some citizens can deny it all they want, but the fact remains that a lot of the young, informed and bright people of this generation think it and if we were truly honest with ourselves, we would realize the sad reality that the best of us are simply disillusioned with the public policies that are essentially there to curb opportunities for us.

To be honest, I am all for affirmative action to help other races catch up or be on par with the ones excelling on top. Boosting those from the bottom would definitely level the playing field allowing for what would be equal opportunities. But really, when we look at the implementations of policies in Malaysia, sometimes even unspoken socio-cultural ones, what is happening is that the ones at the top are either pushed down or made to feel like they don't belong - so they leave. It's all about putting the idea in your head. Once you start believing that home isn't really home for you... it's easy to make that kind of decision. Do us non-kulitficationed people really feel like we have the remotest possibility of contributing to the country in, say, politics? education? Chinese represent 24% of the population - are there that many in government positions? Which Malaysian university has a non-kulitfied dean or president?

Even in private enterprise... we all know the 30% shareholder rule. I can't even own my business without being forced to give part of it away (for no other reason than to spread the wealth to those who don't really have to work for it at all) if/when it becomes so successful that it is a public listed company. Is that fair? Seriously. What about the companies 100% owned by a certain race... are they required to "share" a piece of their wealth in the interest of "racial integration"?

I'm not really here to convince anyone of anything they don't already know or believe. I'm just stating the idea that something must be wrong when a large amount of the cream from our crop of young Malaysians don't share the convictions of our leaders that try to instill the idea that Malaysia is the place to be. Undoubtedly opportunity will always be there for you to find... one can even say you create your own opportunities. If young Malaysians truly believed that they can achieve their dreams and fulfill their potentials (keep in mind, this is an informed and intelligent generation), why would they want to leave?

From a humanistic psychological point of view, we are driven to fulfil some human desire to serve oneself's interest in achieving goals. I believe that this can be taken into a macro persepective; we also want to achieve common (be it family, community, or national) goals. Fulfilling personal goals doesn't usually have as many external obstacles, it's a matter of self-motivation to get out and do it. But there is a larger social goal that I think is a driving force of patriotism and the human tendency to work for the betterment of each other as a whole. Working for something we believe in does make us feel a part of the larger movement that we belong and contribute.

So where does Malaysia fit in to this?

As a Malaysian of the "wrong" race, there is always that notion there that I am not "Malaysian". I am constantly reminded that I am "Cina" despite the fact that my family can trace it's roots in the country for at least the past 120 years or so. I do cherish my cultural heritage, true, but when it makes an impact on which schools I go to and which scholarships I won't get - hell yeah, it matters. Do I feel bitter that I am discriminated against for something which I did not choose for myself? Yes. That in itself, prevents me from truly achieving personal goals. I love my country but if I was going to want to be the Prime Minister... I know that's not going to happen.
DESPITE the fact that I am a patriot, extremely passionate about the future of the country, a genius planner, etc etc... nope, wrong color - you're out. So yeah, that's a far-fetched personal goal but it illlustrates my point about the glass ceiling. It's invisible but it's there and you can't break through it.

Larger social goals... where do non-Malays fit in? When was the last time we had a truly multi-racial committee chair, say, the department for public safety? If we wanted, could we truly contribute to the country and have contributions recognized? I see successful Malaysians scorned upon for being succesful - "oh, orang cina... biasa lah." Almost as if it was our very virtue of persistence and hard work was a negative one. Granted, I am not generalizing that EVERYONE says it. But it is expected of us to be successful through no government help - they don't really want to help us but WHY? Are we not part of the community, trying to achieve common goals of making the country better - not just for ourselves but for my Sikh/Malay/Iban/Chinese neighbor?

So this blatantly racist agenda is working. We are leveling the playing field by rejecting the best and keeping the rest.

Good luck with that, Malaysia.

THE Q strikes again!

2007-03-12T21:06:00.000-07:00

THE Q: Fighting Over Channels With THING Because THE Q Wants To Watch "BEAUTY AND THE GEEK" And THING Wants CNN

The "L" Word

2007-03-12T10:05:00.000-07:00

So, my biopsychology exam is tomorrow and I've just been procrastinating and doing everything except studying for it. Don't ask me why, but the sheer expanse of endless chemicals and neurons and anatomy is just too overwhelming.

Biopsychology takes a really microscopic view of human beings. Everything is just boiled straight down to the the little itty-bitty chemical shocks in your brain. The formula is down here:

YOU = [(Chemicals*236) + PEWPEWPEW] + genes^2 / experiences*0.3

That's all we are. Just liquids in a petri dish all interacting and charging ions which fire action potentials.

And here I am, trying to tackle the "L" word - Love. No offence, but the use of the word Love is overrated, overused and over-obsessed about. I guess it's not just because nearly every piece of literature, art, music, attempts to cram the idea of what love is (or at least, feels like) into our chemical-bomb brain but more that society practically requires us to love - like as if our lives mean less without it. And we all know that the meaning of our "life" is to follow what society dictates is acceptable, right?

Love is simple, really. It is dopamine, norepinephrine and phenylethylamine. Yup, dopamine as in: works exactly like cocaine... makes you all happy and floaty on puffy clouds of air. Like wheeeeeee... So, it's no secret that people get withdrawal-like symptoms at a perceived "loss" of love (be it an item, person, intangible goal). You wanna be in LOVE, baby? Just take these three chemicals, ingest appropriate doses (actually, the more the better)... and VOILA! Instant inspiration so you can go out and write poetry about comparing [insert random person/object] to a summer's day and saying it's more beautiful than [insert random flowering plant].

I'm being a cynic. But it's too scary to think that the existence/presence of another person can affect my physiological well-being to that kind of extent. I mean, DUDE, you are messing with my brain-chemistry! What if it's all bad reactions and my brain explodes into a cosmic chemical mush of liquidy slime?

The Q

2007-03-09T14:46:00.000-08:00

And I hereby present:

"THE Q"

It's sculpted by yours truly from plaster based on the artist's own hand proportions. From now on, "The Q" will represent the artist in every picture in this blog since self-images are overrated now. (Oh, and I'm an artist who wants to be understood.)

"THE Q: In a Kitchen With Shiny Tiles Contemplating The Effects of Heat"

"THE Q: Walking In Someone Else's Shoes"

THE Q: Being Emo in Black Folds of Curtain

THE Q: Being Emo in Black Folds of Curtain from A Slightly Different Angle

Drama, Drama

2007-03-09T10:18:00.000-08:00

Ok, so I haven't put up the pictures like I promised.

But since my name is Sin, I think I'm entitled to procrastinate and lie (a bit). At least I'm updating this, so be grateful. =p

Due to recent events, I've come to realize that I'm probably the biggest hypocrite when it comes to being a drama queen. Come to think about it, I'm smarter (or at least, I like to think I am) than the average in-your-face drama queen. I'm more subtle... sneaky. But an attention seeker nonetheless.

Is it a female phenomenon? It seems so... I catch myself doing it and later think "omg, what a perfectly idiotic thing to do." It's pathetic cries of attention and I'm sure lots of people do it and think back to how completely childish their actions were. Kind of like a 5-year-old stamping her feet on the ground except that we have a bigger vocabulary and encyclopedic knowledge on how to best get the reaction(s) we want.

I say I hate it when others do it (I guess cos it's I don't generally like the general public) but it's I really need to grow up and act like an adult who has the right to vote. I'm way too old to throw temper tantrums now.

It gets me what I want (kind of like terrorism - if you do enough, you'll get the attention). But it's just wrong.

Cleanliness is Next to Godliness

2007-03-07T10:07:00.000-08:00

I'm getting old.

I know this because yesterday night, for no apparent reason, I had the sudden urge to clean the house. And I'm not saying like putting-dishes-away kind of cleaning. Out-of-the-blue, I scrubbed the whole kitchen down with kitchen cleaner and disinfectant and brushed the tiles like my sanity depended upon spotless tiles.

And then I rearranged the things around the kitchen counters and put away appliances that we seldom use.

... And after that, I scrubbed the bathroom down till it looked like a hospital lavatory (less Malaysian public types... more privately-owned Singaporean type).

So yeah, I do feel some odd sense of achievement or pride (and disgust). I mean, I wasn't really brought up to clean alot. I think what really characterizes my childhood is SPOILT. I never had to do dishes or help with laundry. I never had to clean my school shoes. I didn't even have to stack the books on my desks neatly cos "Kak" always did it for me. Basically, from the time I wake up, everything was done for me - breakfast was ready, my uniform ironed and on the front of my wardrobe (with badge and name tag already pinned on it), my lunchbox prepared. And even while waiting for the bus, someone opened the gates for me. Coming home, I just leave dirty clothes on he floor and they would magically disappear. Meals were always ready (and if I wanted a snack, I could always ask for it) and everything was just so prepared for me...

Looking back, that is messed up. I mean, I love my parents and I think they did a good job and everything but really, it's hard to do "housework" when you aren't really trained to do it your whole life. Everyone knows you pick up/learn easily when you're young and if you consistently do it, you get more efficient and you build up habits. Seriously, if I was given more responsibility as a kid, I don't think cleaning would be as much a dread as it is now.

It's kind of paradoxical. I am so used to clean but terrible at cleaning. I guess when no one else is doing it for me, it just gets stressful and I do find myself in a bad mood when stuff aren't in the right order (yes yes, anal retentive =P)...

But anyway, I'll post up pictures later.

A Year in Reflection

2007-03-05T11:37:00.000-08:00

So I just noticed that I created my first post for this blog exactly a year ago... And what has changed since then? Nothing. Well, besides finally transferring to a uni in the US I feel like I've not accomplished anything that I would be proud of in the span of 12 months.

So Kitky asked me how California is... To be honest, I really like the weather here and since I got here, I'm quite sure it has rained 5 times in total (not even big jungle rain like Malaysia), those sprinkly happy "splash in the sun" type of rain. I've haven't really made alot of friends, but that's to be expected due to my schedule and laziness to participate in social activities (and the fact that I am socially inept =P). Classes have been going well, alot of the psych professors are amazing and I'm hoping to get into the Honors Society for Psychology very soon.

But why this "empty" feeling? I think it's the fact that I'm 21 and just haven't done anything. Alexander the Great had already started his world conquest at 18, Mozart was well on his way to becoming the most famous composer of his time, Joan of Arc defeated the English at 17 (and got burned at 19, so I outlived her - if that's an accomplishment)... So yeah, maybe I'm unrealistic in comparing myself to history's greats. But even by today's standards I feel like I fall short. Graduating at 21? Nope. Getting into a good uni? Nope. Saved the world's orphans? Not really my kind of thing, but I haven't done that either.

So maybe I'm going through a mid-young-adult-life crisis, looking for an answer or path as to what my purpose in life is. Am I doomed to be one of the mindless consumers and entertainment junkies whose only role in existence is to feed global conglomerates and live a boring, day-to-day insignificant life? The average citizen in the centre of a normally distributed bell curve? Full-time consumer, sloth and contributor to pollution because I don't recycle?

You know what... Someone has to do it, I guess.

Psychology. Respect & Recognition

2007-02-28T10:07:00.000-08:00

So after an increasingly stressful week of college (so far, without fail, at least 2 quizzes/tests per week since the start of the semester) I've been bitching to some friends about my classes and amount of cousework/studying I have to do.

That, in itself, isn't very interesting. But the response I get is... almost everyone would respond "but Psychology classes are easy!"... O'RLY? Of course, I should mention that the majority of those who use this dreaded phrase are (you guessed it!) NOT psychology majors. I don't personally have a problem with people being ignorant of the major contributions of the study of psychology to the world today (think; effective ways of teaching/learning/reducing anxiety, just to name a few things we encounter daily)... but it's the reductionist view that most people seem to take on the matter that dismays me. Needless to say, they also take a reductionist approach to judging people who chose to pursue psychology academically.

While the field is deeply rooted in empirical science, deals with statistics, has infinite future implications on technology, artificial intelligence and humanistics... It seems that the general public dismisses psychology as "common sense" and "useless". At best, they see it as a "respectable but easy" field - wedged at the bottom of the academic ladder; don't need talent like the artistic fields, don't need mathematical processing skills like calculus, not alot of practical application of science like engineering.

Which brings me to the point that, for some reason, engineers are looked upon as "G-G-G-Godlike". I've known a fair amount of people who seem incompetent of building a structure of Legos and yet choose to pursue an Engineering degree for the prestige (even after discovering they have to sit through repeated failures)... but they seem to get a higher degree of recognition even if their "contribution" is probably going to be limited to the tuition fees associated with attending university under an engineering program. No offence, but just cos someone is an engineer does not mean he/she is more reliable, knowledgeable, respectable than a psychologist whose works deal less with the mechanical than the social.

Anyways, gtg to class. Just thought I wanted to vent.

5 Random things I'll miss...

2006-08-14T07:43:00.000-07:00

So I leave for Cali in a couple days but I feel like there's so much I have not "had enough of" this (long) holiday... Just a blink of an eye and 7 months gone, just like that. So many things I'll miss like :-

Complete and utter idleness
How can anoyone ever get enough of laziness? I have lazed, but I haven't lazed enough damnit! Living at home means someone else cooks for me, does laundry for me, drives me around, does groceries for me. I almost never have to wake up early and get to go to sleep at whatever time I like. I can blare my music as loud as I like, any time, any day. I discovered that the peak time for Marilyn Manson is at right about 4.32am. I even got to start this blog cos I have so much time to waste. The very word "idle" is pronounced exactly like "idol", i.e; something to aspire to. Ah, the lazy life...

Bak Kut Teh
I can't put into words how much I'll miss Bak Kut Teh ("pork rib tea" for those of you who don't know). I ate 3 bowls last Saturday but still, every ounce of my being craves for BKT... It's like having an edible high. The tastes shoot right up my senses... So yeah, it's all meat and no veggies but it's cooked in herbal soup and you can almost see the aroma floating tantalizingly out of the bowls of soup. I don't know exactly what medicinal values BKT has but I swear, it's like a meal of rejuvenation. No wonder all the old ah peks love this... Old school Redbull.

My Guitars
Lame, but I really haven't played them much at all during this break. I might get a new one when I get there but the 2 I have right now are really so good. It's like having a girlfriend (in my case it would be girlfriends), you don't really want a new one until you've said a proper goodbye to the old one. You don't want the old one to just longingly wait for you while it gets dusty and wrinkled. But then again, knowing that you'd see it again gives you hope. *Sigh!*... such is the complexity of relationships...

DVD's
Not going to elaborate too much on this (I'm too young to go to jail and orange is not my colour!) but I'm going to miss all the easily-available DVD's produced in Malaysia.

The disaster area I call my room
Probably the thing I will miss most. I really love my room. It's really bright and cheery and very "me". The worst part is that it might be the last time I see it because my parents are contemplating bulldozing the whole house. It's hard for me to picture my room, a boxfull of memories, a pile of rubble. Something which contained so much volume reduced to nothing. Maybe I think too much of it, but it's kind of like my childhood era being obliterated to be replaced by a more "mature" habitat (I've pretty much decided what my new room would look like when we rebuild the house and it's decidedly more adult than my current orange-peach-and-green themed room). And all my stuff. All gone.

10 Random Likes

2006-08-09T09:35:00.000-07:00

The smell of new cars
They smell rich and luxurious, and oh-so-fulfilling. Literally breathing in newness. Getting into a new car and just soaking in the interior, running my fingers over the many textures; the hard wood panels and soft pores of the leather seats. I feel like technology doesn't have to be all steel and power - it can be comfort and protection, an eggshell exterior for us to melt into the interior.

Tiny lime green butterflies
Not just butterflies but tiny lime green ones. Plain lime green, no patterns, no special designs, just a simple, minty fresh goodness with wings. I used to see many of these every morning while walking to school and they weren't the type of butterfly that flew away when someone came near. They just kept fluttering around, doing their thing. Carefree, careless. Yeah, so there are many colours of butterflies; red, yellow, vermillions-of-colors. But tiny lime green butterflies represent so much more if you think about it. Hope, healing, growth, courage, energy, freedom and a fun freakishness. I love that.

Edamame
Green beans. Edible. Doesn't taste like onions. Crunchy without crunch, chewy without being gummy. Yum.

My gold beanbag
The ultimate in slacker technology. I like slinking into it and just laze. It's like having a piece of furniture that is moulded to fit the user perfectly - no matter who the user. It's gold and snazzy so when I'm not using it, it's like a big chunk of gold sitting right there in my room. I'll never be rich, but I sure as hell like to feel rich.

Being right
Because I like to say "I told you so."

The End of The Affair by Graham Greene
Officially the only book about love and human relationships that is not about love and human relationships. It's a book about hate, jealousy, God, death, possession. I like that it questions our meaningless, insignificant existence. I like that it scrutinizes the complexities of conflicting emotions, the paradox of wanting to choose two directions until we get lost in between. I like that it shows irony playing such a big roles in our lives. Graham Greene is a genius. Twisted, shattered, dark, insightful, and tragic... But still a genius.

Soap and shampoo that smell like fruits
Because nothing is better than feeling as delicious as strawberries, mangoes, peaches, apples and apricots. Who needs to be hot when you could just be juicy?

Having pens of every color
Black and blue are too dull, too boring. I like writing in multicolor. Orange headers, yellow subtext, pink sidenotes. I like that I can find what I want to read easily. I like that if I stare at my notes without reading, it starts to resemble abstract art in linear lines. I can phase out with a visualization of color instead of dull black blue.

My MX 518 mouse
Comfortable, fast, slides around smoothly, has extra buttons, velvety to the touch and has a semi-hourglass shape, sensitive easy clicks that react almost attentively under my fingertips. It just seems sexy... somehow.

Cheetahs
I like their speed and vulnerability. Sheer graceful velocity but at the end of the day, their survival is doomed on the fact that their light build for running makes them easy targets for enemies. Just shows that if you can run and do that well, having a talent like that just makes you a slave to it. I like paradoxes like that.

www.thestupidnamesofsites.com

2006-04-25T09:22:00.000-07:00

Okay, I know I haven't posted in awhile, but I promise this to be a good one!...

So we all know that with the dot-com generation we have to think on our feet regarding web addresses. Like the title of this post, you automatically chop up the words between "www" and ".com"... but what happens when you misinterpret it? I recently found some prime examples.

Firstly, www.goredfoxes.com - my first thought was of a sick website of mutilated furry animals all bloodied and chopped up for the viewing pleasure of equally twisted human beings. On further inspection, it proved otherwise. (Click on the link to reach enlightenment!)

Got some lady love that you pay for? Why not visit www.whorepresents.com and give her a little gift? What? It's not an eBay designed for those who do "special services" and sell fishnet stockings and thigh high boots? Unfortunately, it's a completely legitimate site, meant for professionals of the *ahem* Public Relations field...

Not entirely sure about your sexuality? Didn't know where to get information? Maybe just type in www.expertsexchange.com to learn more about "correctional surgery" cause it sounded like a logical choice? Surprise, surprise, it's just a bunch of guys (hmm, or maybe girls?!) in business suits... Really makes you wonder what they were thinking when they bought this domain address.

More to tickle the imagination of you perverted readers (you know who you are!)... I bring you www.penisland.net. Size doesn't matter, but your domain name does. It's a pity that these people can obviously write but forget that people might read them wrongly.

Ever wanted to discover if a serial sexual predator lived in your area so you can go home early and lock your doors? Try www.therapistfinder.com ...but wait! It's just a bunch of do gooders? Still okay. Always good to stay out of the way of a bunch of people who think they can make your life better and yet don't want to give you all their worldy posessions.

Last but not least I give you two websites which if people saw listed in your history, they'd probably report you and slap you with paedophilia charges. I don't know what they were thinking when they named www.molestationnursery.com - well, they were probably just thinking innocent thoughts about budding flowers. Or maybe they weren't thinking at all. And to the family that owns www.childsexpress.com ...maybe they should change their business. Or their name.

Other harebrained domain names which can be read wrongly (or rightly, whichever way you like):

www.choosespain.com - Ouch.
www.newsextracts.com - As opposed to the old ones?
www.analbumcover.com - Better not look like sh*t.
www.texassports.com - You know how 3-letter-words just stand out...
www.sushitrain.com - Okay, not too bad but 4-letter-words stand out too...
www.penismightier.com - Must be a guy with insecurity problems.
www.viagrafix.com - I'm not sure what to say about this one.
www.jack.co.ck - A lonely man.
www.bendover.com -Well, it's this porn actor's name. Witty.
www.potsofart.com - They ate beans for inspiration.
www.houseofart.com - Smells funny.
www.cumstore.co.uk - And no, they don't sell what you think they do.
www.alterscrap.com - Into what?
www.wtf.org - These people got hit in the head one too many times.
www.teacherstalk.co.uk - Use this to take revege on those evil lecturers. Maybe not.
www.teachersbs.co.uk - You know they're full of it
www.webone.com.au - The question is: Who?
www.mp3shits.com - Self explanatory.
www.oddsextractor.com - I can't even to begin to comment on this one.
www.analemma.com - Complex geographical stuff. Really.
www.bigalsonline.com - Finally! A place for swinging gals to meet?
www.mofo.com - Proof at last that lawyers are idiots.
www.gotahoe.com - No, I don't have one.
www.therapists.com - At least they had the sense to redirect you to sober.com
www.fookyuepearl.com - Unfortunate, but funny.
www.cummingfirst.com - A church. I'm not kidding.

And let's not forget it silly abbreviations that are just bound to attract negative attention. http://www.coylewis.com/shitrain.html sounds like bad weather...or is it?

That's it for now... Just a post to entertain you guys that yes... there is hope for us all as there will always be someone stupider than you. Cheers!

When there IS no Law

2006-04-07T07:24:00.000-07:00

Ok, I'm going to be ultra cliched here and state that yes, I never thought it would happen.

Anyway, at about 8.00pm today, I went to dinner with my mom and dad and some local restaurant. We were just eating and chatting when a young man - probably late teens or early 20's - casually walked into the restaurant, came up to my mother and SNATCHED HER HANDBAG FROM HER LAP. She shrieked, creating a commotion as the f*cker ran out while my dad, myself and a few others tried to chase him. A few metres outside the restaurant, jumped on a motorcycle with his accomplice on it and sped away.

We took down the number plate of the motorcycle and quickly finished our dinner (which we had just started eating at that point) as the restaurant owners called the police. My father also called using his handphone. Calling an emergency number, you'd think you get an instant response. But nooooooo... they said hello and put him on hold for a whole 3 minutes. Seriously, if anyone was injured, they'd be dead already. Anyway, we figured we'd be going to report it in person anyway so ended the call. Who knows, it might've been another 2 minutes on hold... maybe 5... heck, just put us on hold for 10 minutes, nothing seems urgent even if it's an emergency number. While eating, a waitress told us that it had happened A FEW TIMES at a hawker centre across the street where the thieves would snatch bags just as people were getting into their cars. As you guys know, it's not the money that is the worst part of being robbed - it's the hassle of replacing all your credit cards, IC's, atm cards and whatnot. And for my mother, she has chronic athsma so she carries around athsma medicines all the time.

I decided to SMS my mother's handphone (which was in her bag) asking the thieves to return the things in the bag like her medicine, credit cards and atm cards. No reply. So we leave the restaurant and drive to the police station downtown. In the car, we got the message "kalau u nak balik itu semua u pegi pos office bawa wang tunai rm 10ribu" - "if you want all your things back, go to the post office bringing RM10 thousand in cash". Whoa, interesting. Although I doubted they would be that stupid, there still might be a chance to get her stuff back, right? So we hurried to the police station, hoping that we could somehow ambush these asshats. To stall, we replied that it was at night and banks were closed, so we can't come up with that kind of money.

So we get to the police station, in an area that seems more like a ghetto than a city centre. A soft-spoken Cik helped us fill in a report. Interesting to note that halfway through filling in the report she had time to make 2 phone calls the conversation of which, I took careful note:
"Hello... Apa khabar, ya!... Aku OKlah...Itulah, kerja sampai pukul 12, tahu tahu pun mesti kat sini lah" etc. A model of ethical use of the telephone in public office buildings. We got there at 8.45pm and how long did she take to type my mother's statement? 15 minutes. 15 minutes for 10 LINES. And it's basic, simple sentences like, "X amount of money stolen at X time at X" which is mostly based on some template the Malaysian police probably use seeing that even the clerk herself claims to fill these reports several times a day.

After filling it in, we were directed to the officed of SIO:2... sounds pretty nifty right? We were even told to see Sergeant Othman. So we went. And waited. No sign of him. Waited some more. Still no sign although an officer from across said that he couldn't be gone for long cos his glasses and paperwork were still on the table. So we waited. AND F*CKIN WAITED SOME MORE. The other officers in SIO:2 (curiously enough, only 2 people were in the office the entire hour we were there, could explain why they're called SIO:2 instead of SIO:17) had only to say that they couldn't "help" us because they were in charge of different areas of the city. Being the chivalrous and intelligent men they are, they referred us to a piece of yellowed paper tacked to the wall which had the elusive Sergeant Othman's phone number - in indecipherable handwriting, no less (have to wonder how they can shoot a gun when they can't even hold a pen). Called him, no answer. It was already 10pm then and we couldn't officialy finish the report until we see him (apparently it's the procedure to fill report, have a sergeant take statements and attend to your case). Well, I'm sorry but I can't be freakin bothered to wait over an hour at the desk of someone who is ON DUTY AND SUPPOSED TO BE THERE at that time. Frustrated, angry and annoyed, we just left a copy of a statement on his table and left.

The motto of the Royal Malaysian Police is "Mesra, Cepat dan Betul" - Courteous, Fast and Right . I think a more suitable motto which would more accurately reflect their commendable work ethic would be "Malas, Cuai dan Bergabra" - Lazy, Careless and Confused.

Y - M - C - A !!

2006-03-26T10:21:00.000-08:00

This video made me laugh my head off... gotta love gay naked male elves. (And some of you people wonder why I play World of Warcraft....this is the reason, damnit! Tall, blue and handsome Night Elves!)

It always makes me wonder what this song did to the reputation of the YMCA though... I mean, "young men, there's a place you can go...I'm sure you can find many ways to have a good time..." No such thing as bad publicity, eh?

Kitkat, Chocolate and Tastebud Orgasms

2006-03-24T07:04:00.000-08:00

Mmm... long and hard... creamy... to die for. Oh yeah, we all crave for something. Be it raunchy sex, an attention-seeking pair of pink stilletos or an obsession with Kitkat.

Yes, I love Kitkats. It's not just love... There is just something so pleasurable about this chocolate that it's an itch I have to scratch at least once a week or I would just be jumping off the walls crazy for one. Kitkat's steal my breath away. It starts with the smooth, silky, silver foil... gently, I tear a neat line through the middle with my nail - not too fast but slowly, sensually, getting it ready for the familiar "snap!" as I break the fingers apart signalling the start of this ritual binding of two souls. Delicately, I put one in my mouth, not yet taking a bite but letting the chocolate melt just a little bit - enough to let the aroma and taste flood my senses. I sink my teeth through the wafers and I savour the grainy texture of the wafers and sugary sands mingling with the already melted chocolate. With each tantalizing crunch I feel the orgy of sweet flavours ride across my tongue, each one of my tastebuds screaming in orgasmic delight.

Such a guilty pleasure... it's so bad but sooooo good...!!!

The Kitkat Lover

More WoW!

2006-03-21T07:36:00.000-08:00

A video with great music...hmm...

really tired, will make a proper post tomorrow

/sloth

Saying Goodbye

2006-03-12T08:05:00.000-08:00

WARNING: Very boring, depressing post. I just had to record it. Oh, and if you don't play WoW, you probably have no idea what I'm talking about.

Eternal Wings, the guild I created with Michael and Kitky has officially been disbanded this afternoon, March 12th, by the original maker (for those ill-informed about my alternate life, that would be me).

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a bit sad to let it go. All I had to do was type '/gdisband' and hit enter and that was the end - not even a prompter which asked if I was SURE I wanted to do it... and I was thinking, "Whoa, that's it? What if I accidently typed that?!".

Saying goodbye to people is never easy, but what about saying goodbye to a non-existent entity which I have have poured effort and energy into developing, seeing it crumble and yet have to do deal the crushing blow to finally kill it? For those of you who don't play WoW, a guild is basically a bunch of people you share a guild name with and a guildchat - doesn't sound like much does it? You'd be surprised at how attached people get to a name, an idea. To me, EWings was a guild of 3 which grew and grew as a network of friends, most of whom I don't know in real life but who I now feel are as close to me as good friends I hang out with everyday. It's like having an extended family who you have fun with, learn with, grow with and trust with your life (literally!"...omg watch my health you noob!"). As with most things, good things never last and with other things, we just can't hold on to. Just like how young birds have to fly the nest one day, Eternal Wings has left the building - but it lives on, just like the spirit of Elvis, in the hearts of the people who remember it.

I said goodbye to an online family name today.

RIP Eternal Wings 12-05-2006

The good old days: Jorani, Exigency, Judes, Gyrafe.

Jerry C

2006-03-10T21:50:00.000-08:00

Very talented guy playing Canon in D... Completely blew me away!

http://n-zi.myweb.hinet.net/JerryC-CR.wmv