I realised just how many people out there are too concerned about how other's see them and what are other's perception(s) of them .
Seriously, I do not live my life like that.
I live my own life. Not for others but for myself and for those who matter.
These people don't know you; so have no right or place to critisise you or put you down.
You only have 1 life. Live it for yourself and your sake. Don't let other people's comments twart your goals and aspirations and to be happy with who you are.
Don't let negative and ignorant people breed insecurities in you.
They have their own stinking lives to lead and they are not. They are cowards who do not dare to critisize themselves but listen to others and hence follow suit.
Weak. Ignorant. And having no place or time in my life. Or any others' .
Selasa, 26 Juni 2007
Minggu, 24 Juni 2007
35 and Over the Hill ?
Today, in the papers, I was flabbergasted to read that some of the hottest clubs in the scene right now are refusing the prerogative right of every fairer sex out there : Ladies' Night.
Those over the 'grand old age ' (0f) 35 , that is.
I mean, if that's the case, Demi Moore, Julia Roberts, Whitney Houston, Sandra Bullock, Naomi Campbell et al wouldn't be encouraged to enter these clubs without paying (not that they cannot afford it).
Let's face it, older women are NOT un-attractive. They are like wine. The older they are the finer they get. They are financially stable. They've got experience. They've got better opinions and taste. They can hold better conversations ( so it ain't always about clothes and hair and cheating boy friends etc.)
They don't need you to pay for their drinks or their cab fares or that dinner date or the hotel bill.... get the point? (slap me, I know, hee hee)
The idea that some of those clubs had was that younger girls attract the male clientele they are targeting.
But let me pull their ears and listen up: Not all men dig dating girls born the day the cell phone was invented.
These men, who DO HAVE the spending power to splurge hundreds of dollars on liquor aren't pre-pubescent boys.
They prefer to talk about cars, money, deals and romance. Not game-boys, PS2s, basketball, soccer or motorbikes.
Some young girls don't even know that 'V' stands for Vagina for god's sake.
But older women, whom have reached a stage in their lives to safely and confidently say ' Been -there-done-that", can. They've seen more. Been through more. And yes, they can talk about that potential diamond ring and upscale apartment. They are in the position to talk about Vertu rather than Nokia.
So my advise to these antediluvian clubs, let the Ladies' Night be truly and justifiably FREE FOR ALL girls/ladies/women.
More Ladies of ALL ages mean they'll attract Men of ALL ages.
They can do the Maths.
Those over the 'grand old age ' (0f) 35 , that is.
I mean, if that's the case, Demi Moore, Julia Roberts, Whitney Houston, Sandra Bullock, Naomi Campbell et al wouldn't be encouraged to enter these clubs without paying (not that they cannot afford it).
Let's face it, older women are NOT un-attractive. They are like wine. The older they are the finer they get. They are financially stable. They've got experience. They've got better opinions and taste. They can hold better conversations ( so it ain't always about clothes and hair and cheating boy friends etc.)
They don't need you to pay for their drinks or their cab fares or that dinner date or the hotel bill.... get the point? (slap me, I know, hee hee)
The idea that some of those clubs had was that younger girls attract the male clientele they are targeting.
But let me pull their ears and listen up: Not all men dig dating girls born the day the cell phone was invented.
These men, who DO HAVE the spending power to splurge hundreds of dollars on liquor aren't pre-pubescent boys.
They prefer to talk about cars, money, deals and romance. Not game-boys, PS2s, basketball, soccer or motorbikes.
Some young girls don't even know that 'V' stands for Vagina for god's sake.
But older women, whom have reached a stage in their lives to safely and confidently say ' Been -there-done-that", can. They've seen more. Been through more. And yes, they can talk about that potential diamond ring and upscale apartment. They are in the position to talk about Vertu rather than Nokia.
So my advise to these antediluvian clubs, let the Ladies' Night be truly and justifiably FREE FOR ALL girls/ladies/women.
More Ladies of ALL ages mean they'll attract Men of ALL ages.
They can do the Maths.
Sabtu, 23 Juni 2007
Because you can???
Have you ever wondered really hard ... just "How do they do it?" when you scan through someone's resume?
The awe-inspiring achievements and body of work; the glossy details;the kind of stuff that you can only dream to call your own.
Then you ask these individuals just how they do it; is it an interest / passion mixed with a good blend of enthusiasism and drive? Or is it pure luck?
I think I am in a good position to see exactly which individuals fall into which category (1) the "Because I want it" and the (2) " Because I can " .
I've been quite the good every-teacher's dream student when I was growing up , good conduct (actually, only if you don't count the numerous afternoons spent outside the discipline master's room because I was late for school , again, or my hair was too long, wearing colored socks etc.). But hey,this proves that I was no nerd ,was good at sports AND still got the straight A's.
Okay? ;-)
Back to my point, so suffice to say, my academic resume is almost impeccable. (And I basically grew up thinking getting A's all the damn time was a common occurance on any body's plate. 'Cos, I now realise how screwed up so many people are out there when it comes to hitting the books)
Now, being in university, my A's are still coming actually, but because I am also modelling , it brings to me an awareness of a whole new type of resume that other's have.
The type that sends the "wooos..." and the 'ahhhs" . Yeash, I am talking about the famed Model's portfolio.
You see the bodies , and especially, the faces, that you can only stare in sweet-horror , never mind the admiration. The kind of faces you could never have; forgeting that modelling is all about being unique.
And then you start to wonder, unlike academic/other -job achievements that can be gotten with hard work and drive (of course , arguably you're more likely to be better off if you had brains gotten off the right side of a chimpanzee) , modelling is all about THE FACE.
(And similarly, you better not have the face of a Chimp, either. )
A great body can be gotten by drive; the exercise, the pills and diet.
A face, can never be duplicated or replicated . Not even wth surgery. (Because a starting out model is poor as can be ?)
So , if you are a model, even with drive, it really cannot bring you really far if you don't have THE FACE.
So , here begs the enduring question : You're doing well in the industry
" Because you can?"
Shivers. Life was never fair was it. :-P
The awe-inspiring achievements and body of work; the glossy details;the kind of stuff that you can only dream to call your own.
Then you ask these individuals just how they do it; is it an interest / passion mixed with a good blend of enthusiasism and drive? Or is it pure luck?
I think I am in a good position to see exactly which individuals fall into which category (1) the "Because I want it" and the (2) " Because I can " .
I've been quite the good every-teacher's dream student when I was growing up , good conduct (actually, only if you don't count the numerous afternoons spent outside the discipline master's room because I was late for school , again, or my hair was too long, wearing colored socks etc.). But hey,this proves that I was no nerd ,was good at sports AND still got the straight A's.
Okay? ;-)
Back to my point, so suffice to say, my academic resume is almost impeccable. (And I basically grew up thinking getting A's all the damn time was a common occurance on any body's plate. 'Cos, I now realise how screwed up so many people are out there when it comes to hitting the books)
Now, being in university, my A's are still coming actually, but because I am also modelling , it brings to me an awareness of a whole new type of resume that other's have.
The type that sends the "wooos..." and the 'ahhhs" . Yeash, I am talking about the famed Model's portfolio.
You see the bodies , and especially, the faces, that you can only stare in sweet-horror , never mind the admiration. The kind of faces you could never have; forgeting that modelling is all about being unique.
And then you start to wonder, unlike academic/other -job achievements that can be gotten with hard work and drive (of course , arguably you're more likely to be better off if you had brains gotten off the right side of a chimpanzee) , modelling is all about THE FACE.
(And similarly, you better not have the face of a Chimp, either. )
A great body can be gotten by drive; the exercise, the pills and diet.
A face, can never be duplicated or replicated . Not even wth surgery. (Because a starting out model is poor as can be ?)
So , if you are a model, even with drive, it really cannot bring you really far if you don't have THE FACE.
So , here begs the enduring question : You're doing well in the industry
" Because you can?"
Shivers. Life was never fair was it. :-P
Kamis, 21 Juni 2007
Television that ROTS the Brain
Let's all agree that modern day living is not without the Internet. But it's more 'empty' without the dear ole television. .
Yes, it provides great entertainment and we 're mostly guilty one way or another , in shaping our lives and/or schedules around our favourite programs.
Genuinely absorbing the contents of a show is definitely fine. But what about TV-Addicts; individuals who basically pass their days staring at the screen... when the program(s) in concern are as 'deep' at Taiwanese game/talk shows?
For these individuals, the mind basically goes into a blank for far too long. With little or no mental stimulation, their minds become passive.
They do not think. They only know how to recieve.
The brain dulls and is no longer alert .
The person, to put it s simply (and bluntly), becomes STOOOOOPID.
Their minds disintegrate into a pulp for the lack of fruitful content in the programs they indulge in.
Even porn is more mentally-stimulating!!!
Idiot-Cabbage heads.
Parents, either you let your kids watch documentaries or well-scripted dramas, or forget it, lock the TV.
Yes, it provides great entertainment and we 're mostly guilty one way or another , in shaping our lives and/or schedules around our favourite programs.
Genuinely absorbing the contents of a show is definitely fine. But what about TV-Addicts; individuals who basically pass their days staring at the screen... when the program(s) in concern are as 'deep' at Taiwanese game/talk shows?
For these individuals, the mind basically goes into a blank for far too long. With little or no mental stimulation, their minds become passive.
They do not think. They only know how to recieve.
The brain dulls and is no longer alert .
The person, to put it s simply (and bluntly), becomes STOOOOOPID.
Their minds disintegrate into a pulp for the lack of fruitful content in the programs they indulge in.
Even porn is more mentally-stimulating!!!
Idiot-Cabbage heads.
Parents, either you let your kids watch documentaries or well-scripted dramas, or forget it, lock the TV.
Senin, 18 Juni 2007
Learning about Oneself ...through a photoshoot
After a hard day's work in front of the camera, most models just want to look at the final frames and edits.
They usually cringe and dread looking at the multiple frames prior to the editing process. Truth is, the raw photos (pre-selection and pre-edits) are usually un-flattering. In an industry so cut-throat and unforgiving, it is very depressing to see the less than stellar final edits. So suffice to say, most models aren't very interested in mingling with the photographers and seek the other frames out.
I am, however, one of those models who love to interact with the photographer(s) as much as possible. Because I want those extra frames ! Because unlike other models, I am constantly eager to expand my portfolio and and make progress.
However unflattering the pre-selection/edited frames are, I basically brace myself and stare and scrutinise real hard (in horror of course) the bad postures/embarassing facial expressions/oily skin/large pores/poor angles etc. (Yeah Yeah)
And I learn more about myself.
What not to do, what I ought to do more often, what works , what doesn't and those "OMG. Do I look like this, often? Do I do this/that all the time with my eyes/lips etc?!"
It really reveals a lot of our daily body language and facial expressions we carry about and face the world. Others' perceptions and impression of us are based on all that.
And through the critical eye of a photographer, as a model, it really provides me with the valuable opportunity to see myself through the eyes and perception of others.
Any self-respecting photographer will try his darn best to seek out the best angles and postures of his subjects, so if a certain look is captured on film, it is likely, that look works and pleases others. And of course when the unavoidable bad shots come in, you'll know what never to do again.
So, indeed, I stare real hard and learn from that Ugly Duckling in the picture.
They usually cringe and dread looking at the multiple frames prior to the editing process. Truth is, the raw photos (pre-selection and pre-edits) are usually un-flattering. In an industry so cut-throat and unforgiving, it is very depressing to see the less than stellar final edits. So suffice to say, most models aren't very interested in mingling with the photographers and seek the other frames out.
I am, however, one of those models who love to interact with the photographer(s) as much as possible. Because I want those extra frames ! Because unlike other models, I am constantly eager to expand my portfolio and and make progress.
However unflattering the pre-selection/edited frames are, I basically brace myself and stare and scrutinise real hard (in horror of course) the bad postures/embarassing facial expressions/oily skin/large pores/poor angles etc. (Yeah Yeah)
And I learn more about myself.
What not to do, what I ought to do more often, what works , what doesn't and those "OMG. Do I look like this, often? Do I do this/that all the time with my eyes/lips etc?!"
It really reveals a lot of our daily body language and facial expressions we carry about and face the world. Others' perceptions and impression of us are based on all that.
And through the critical eye of a photographer, as a model, it really provides me with the valuable opportunity to see myself through the eyes and perception of others.
Any self-respecting photographer will try his darn best to seek out the best angles and postures of his subjects, so if a certain look is captured on film, it is likely, that look works and pleases others. And of course when the unavoidable bad shots come in, you'll know what never to do again.
So, indeed, I stare real hard and learn from that Ugly Duckling in the picture.
Minggu, 17 Juni 2007
An UPHILL ambition
Yet, another menopausal industry-bashing entry. So bear with me,again .(Hee Hee)
Here in my country, the fashion industry is so small, it is inevitable for market forces to drive the demand for COMMERCIAL models, up. In a market , driven by economics (sell! sell! sell!), it is hardly surprising that it is not clothes/fashion but products and lifestyle that is pushed hard to a potential buying-public.
Being a small player in most aspects, the fashion industry locally, too, harbour the ambition to grow globally and be accepted on the world stage. This has resulted in the local modelling agencies accepting an influx of foreign/white models from all over. And, as the saying goes, if there is a demand, the supply will come.
The demand is easy to figure out. The local agencies need to feed (and fit) the demand of their clients. The clients want a talent that is caucasian/ foreign... they'll get it.
Big global brand-players want HIGH-FASHION. And , as a double-edged sword, prefer a white model pushng their wares.
Similarly, fashion magazines here want to be the next Vogue/Elle magazine.
So , here comes my point. If you are Asian, not commercial but high-fashion, you basically fall into no-man's land.
In other words, if you are local, you had better be commercial. Because , you aren't white/foreign.
If you have a high-fashion look but local and (mostly) Asian, be prepared to be a starving model, here.
The agencies here, aren't even having enough vision to see whatever potential you have, so they'll gonna give you a miss totally for another white model for that next high-fashion spread aka yours truly.
Sour grapes? N-O.
And I'm not going to be apologetic about what's said here.
This is probably the only region in the world where being a high-fashion model earns one peanuts. (Being a commercial face, here, can't pay rent either but at least you're working!)
'Less you are WHITE or FOREIGN off course.
Here in my country, the fashion industry is so small, it is inevitable for market forces to drive the demand for COMMERCIAL models, up. In a market , driven by economics (sell! sell! sell!), it is hardly surprising that it is not clothes/fashion but products and lifestyle that is pushed hard to a potential buying-public.
Being a small player in most aspects, the fashion industry locally, too, harbour the ambition to grow globally and be accepted on the world stage. This has resulted in the local modelling agencies accepting an influx of foreign/white models from all over. And, as the saying goes, if there is a demand, the supply will come.
The demand is easy to figure out. The local agencies need to feed (and fit) the demand of their clients. The clients want a talent that is caucasian/ foreign... they'll get it.
Big global brand-players want HIGH-FASHION. And , as a double-edged sword, prefer a white model pushng their wares.
Similarly, fashion magazines here want to be the next Vogue/Elle magazine.
So , here comes my point. If you are Asian, not commercial but high-fashion, you basically fall into no-man's land.
In other words, if you are local, you had better be commercial. Because , you aren't white/foreign.
If you have a high-fashion look but local and (mostly) Asian, be prepared to be a starving model, here.
The agencies here, aren't even having enough vision to see whatever potential you have, so they'll gonna give you a miss totally for another white model for that next high-fashion spread aka yours truly.
Sour grapes? N-O.
And I'm not going to be apologetic about what's said here.
This is probably the only region in the world where being a high-fashion model earns one peanuts. (Being a commercial face, here, can't pay rent either but at least you're working!)
'Less you are WHITE or FOREIGN off course.
Father's Day vs. Birthday
Today's Father's Day. It also happens to my brother's Birthday.
The former, a day to hail the joys and miracles of being a father. A day to celebrate the hard work, commitment and responsibilties entailed to fatherhood . That once-a-year day that 'dad' prepared to celebrate when he , erm, was HARD 'at work'. Pun fully intended. :op
The latter, my kiddy bro's 20th birthday. Anyone's big B-Day; marking the transition from pubesent teen to young man. EEEK. Also, the day marking the second time my dad was HARD 'at work' 20 years ago. ( I know, shoot me. LOL)
Then, this evening, over our momentous dinnet-cum-celebration (pun intended again haha), my brother asked the question of all questions.
" So, tonight , which is the MORE important day? Father's day or my birthday? "
Emm, quite the classic chicken and egg question isn't it? Does the chicken come first, laying the egg? Or does the egg hatch first to get that hen?
But, in this context. it really is a little simpler.
Father's day. Period.(Or so I thought) If my dad wasn't HARD 'at work', there wouldn't be a birthday for my brother , yeah?
But, then.... father's day is an every-year affair. A person's 20th birthday comes once in a life time .
How about mybro's 21st next year? Does father's day, then, take precedence?
Check back next year. ;-)
The former, a day to hail the joys and miracles of being a father. A day to celebrate the hard work, commitment and responsibilties entailed to fatherhood . That once-a-year day that 'dad' prepared to celebrate when he , erm, was HARD 'at work'. Pun fully intended. :op
The latter, my kiddy bro's 20th birthday. Anyone's big B-Day; marking the transition from pubesent teen to young man. EEEK. Also, the day marking the second time my dad was HARD 'at work' 20 years ago. ( I know, shoot me. LOL)
Then, this evening, over our momentous dinnet-cum-celebration (pun intended again haha), my brother asked the question of all questions.
" So, tonight , which is the MORE important day? Father's day or my birthday? "
Emm, quite the classic chicken and egg question isn't it? Does the chicken come first, laying the egg? Or does the egg hatch first to get that hen?
But, in this context. it really is a little simpler.
Father's day. Period.(Or so I thought) If my dad wasn't HARD 'at work', there wouldn't be a birthday for my brother , yeah?
But, then.... father's day is an every-year affair. A person's 20th birthday comes once in a life time .
How about mybro's 21st next year? Does father's day, then, take precedence?
Check back next year. ;-)
Jumat, 15 Juni 2007
Bigger is not Better... for cars...
I confess to being a huge fan of Japan's Kei -cars.
They are limited by law, in physical size (read: really small) , engine size (659cc) and engine output (not more that 60hps) . But, BIG in style and technology. Not to be mistaken for bottom--of -the- range models, this category of cars was made to fill a niche that the Japanese government had created to ease the impact on the environment and urban-congestion. Therefore, in itself , the kei-class is in fact rather high-end in price and positioning since the manufacturers try their best to lure customers away from conventional cars using boutique style and fancy technology.
Favourable examples include the Subaru R1/2, Mitsubishi i , Daihatsu Copen, Suzuki Cappuchino and Honda Beat. And Germany's Smart 4Two, too.
They are niche: small, edgy and fancy. And they ain't cheap to buy.
So why then am I waving the banner in its favour here?
Now, that's because, although these cars may not be cheap to buy ( not to mention there are tons of other cars out there at least twice as big but half as expensive!), they are definitely cheap to run (sips fuel) and certainly easy to live with (tight parking spaces, nippy handling, lower taxes and insurance premiums) .
And we can still be proud to call ourselves less of a nuisance to the environment compared to the other road-hog users.
Let's face it, even if one's a family man with kids and parents in tow during the weekends, most of the time , they are really just driving themselves from point A to B.
So why the need to lug around approx. 2 tons of metal (think fuel consumption) and so many other seats at the back? Why the need to visit the gas station ever so often? Why suffer the higher insurance premiums, the higher taxes etc... when in fact.. most of the time, you're the only passenger on board?
On top of that, bigger cars are harder to park and drive around in congested areas.
So, for cars, smaller is indeed better... for me. ;-)
(Otherwise, it's all-out indulgence for me... gimme a RR Phantom/Lambo Murcielago/Ferrari F430, Hummer/Porshe Cayenne etc.. you get the idea ...otherwise , gimme a Kei, any time. ) Wink.
They are limited by law, in physical size (read: really small) , engine size (659cc) and engine output (not more that 60hps) . But, BIG in style and technology. Not to be mistaken for bottom--of -the- range models, this category of cars was made to fill a niche that the Japanese government had created to ease the impact on the environment and urban-congestion. Therefore, in itself , the kei-class is in fact rather high-end in price and positioning since the manufacturers try their best to lure customers away from conventional cars using boutique style and fancy technology.
Favourable examples include the Subaru R1/2, Mitsubishi i , Daihatsu Copen, Suzuki Cappuchino and Honda Beat. And Germany's Smart 4Two, too.
They are niche: small, edgy and fancy. And they ain't cheap to buy.
So why then am I waving the banner in its favour here?
Now, that's because, although these cars may not be cheap to buy ( not to mention there are tons of other cars out there at least twice as big but half as expensive!), they are definitely cheap to run (sips fuel) and certainly easy to live with (tight parking spaces, nippy handling, lower taxes and insurance premiums) .
And we can still be proud to call ourselves less of a nuisance to the environment compared to the other road-hog users.
Let's face it, even if one's a family man with kids and parents in tow during the weekends, most of the time , they are really just driving themselves from point A to B.
So why the need to lug around approx. 2 tons of metal (think fuel consumption) and so many other seats at the back? Why the need to visit the gas station ever so often? Why suffer the higher insurance premiums, the higher taxes etc... when in fact.. most of the time, you're the only passenger on board?
On top of that, bigger cars are harder to park and drive around in congested areas.
So, for cars, smaller is indeed better... for me. ;-)
(Otherwise, it's all-out indulgence for me... gimme a RR Phantom/Lambo Murcielago/Ferrari F430, Hummer/Porshe Cayenne etc.. you get the idea ...otherwise , gimme a Kei, any time. ) Wink.
Selasa, 12 Juni 2007
Madeleine McCann .... Poor little rich kid which I DON'T CARE ABOUT.
Last month, the whole world went hoopla-frenzy over Little Miss Madeleine McCann .
Lost in Portugal... 'how tragic'. LIKE I CARE. Honestly, I don't give a damn.
Before you bombard me as to why, let me explain.
Her parents set up a donations website www.bringmadeleienhome.com , it "The Official Website to find Madeleine McCann: Leaving no stone Unturned" .
Whateverrrrr.
Firstly, I would like to caution all those angel-hearts out there wanting to dig deep into your pockets right now, with the swiftness that her story spread throughout the world last month, there is a high chance that all this is just a big scam.... a hyped-up and elaborate money spinning scam. So BEWARE.
Possibly, it could even be more sinister. Her parents could well be the real 'kidnappers' and 'murderers' of Madeleine. Or she did indeed fell off a cliff/got lost in the jungle/drowned off the shore (you get the idea) and her parents decided to profit from it ... dark opportunists.
Secondly, every year, THOUSANDS and THOUSANDS of children around the world get blownup by mines, shot dead in the face by civil-corrupts, lose both parents to the ravages of war/HIV/Drugs/natural disasters/terrorism etc.
Children who don't necessarily want to see the next sunrise because it brings not hope but sorrow and more pain; spreading light on everything terrible that is happening around them.
I don't see many people getting all flusttered, worried and concerned about these kids. I don't see millions of dollars raised by everyday people wanting to change the world and making it a better place. Or at the very least, shed a tear.
I don't see celebrities like Ronaldo talking about these kids instead....
Besides, if these people are genuinely as 'sincerely' concerned about her whereabouts as they claim they are, why are they charging to get off their butts to look for her? Should'nt it be FOC , then?
So, why should any one get all soft-hearted and willingly-charitable over a poor little Rich White girl who decided to get lost on her expensive summer holiday to Portugal, who misteriously went 'missing' from her million-dollar summer villa? For all you know she got lost simply because she threw a tantrum over getting a Ballerina Barbie instead of a Malibu Barbie for her birthday or something. Sheesh !
And it's not like she'd grow up to become the next Mother Theresa or something. More likely another Paris Hilton.
As the sayin' goes "Hundreds of Black people get shot everyday and the whole world's gotta stop for a whitey girl down the hoe. "
You know what, save the freakin donations.
Your younger brother/sister/cousin/niece/nephew (in the plural even) probably needs it more for their college education fund than Little Miss McCann ever needed for another fancy poodle bag with matching frocks.
Because even if this all is for real, and my heart goes out to her enterprising parents, I'm not paying others to 'turn any stones'. You can leave the pebbles in my garden alone, thank you very much.
Lost in Portugal... 'how tragic'. LIKE I CARE. Honestly, I don't give a damn.
Before you bombard me as to why, let me explain.
Her parents set up a donations website www.bringmadeleienhome.com , it "The Official Website to find Madeleine McCann: Leaving no stone Unturned" .
Whateverrrrr.
Firstly, I would like to caution all those angel-hearts out there wanting to dig deep into your pockets right now, with the swiftness that her story spread throughout the world last month, there is a high chance that all this is just a big scam.... a hyped-up and elaborate money spinning scam. So BEWARE.
Possibly, it could even be more sinister. Her parents could well be the real 'kidnappers' and 'murderers' of Madeleine. Or she did indeed fell off a cliff/got lost in the jungle/drowned off the shore (you get the idea) and her parents decided to profit from it ... dark opportunists.
Secondly, every year, THOUSANDS and THOUSANDS of children around the world get blownup by mines, shot dead in the face by civil-corrupts, lose both parents to the ravages of war/HIV/Drugs/natural disasters/terrorism etc.
Children who don't necessarily want to see the next sunrise because it brings not hope but sorrow and more pain; spreading light on everything terrible that is happening around them.
I don't see many people getting all flusttered, worried and concerned about these kids. I don't see millions of dollars raised by everyday people wanting to change the world and making it a better place. Or at the very least, shed a tear.
I don't see celebrities like Ronaldo talking about these kids instead....
Besides, if these people are genuinely as 'sincerely' concerned about her whereabouts as they claim they are, why are they charging to get off their butts to look for her? Should'nt it be FOC , then?
So, why should any one get all soft-hearted and willingly-charitable over a poor little Rich White girl who decided to get lost on her expensive summer holiday to Portugal, who misteriously went 'missing' from her million-dollar summer villa? For all you know she got lost simply because she threw a tantrum over getting a Ballerina Barbie instead of a Malibu Barbie for her birthday or something. Sheesh !
And it's not like she'd grow up to become the next Mother Theresa or something. More likely another Paris Hilton.
As the sayin' goes "Hundreds of Black people get shot everyday and the whole world's gotta stop for a whitey girl down the hoe. "
You know what, save the freakin donations.
Your younger brother/sister/cousin/niece/nephew (in the plural even) probably needs it more for their college education fund than Little Miss McCann ever needed for another fancy poodle bag with matching frocks.
Because even if this all is for real, and my heart goes out to her enterprising parents, I'm not paying others to 'turn any stones'. You can leave the pebbles in my garden alone, thank you very much.
Senin, 11 Juni 2007
Subaru RONE ..... Femme or Homme?
I drive a Subaru... a chic little coupe called the R1 ... nic-named the RONE by my R-Club Sg. My dear Lady Bunifa... ( go ahead chuckle all you want damn it)
For the last couple of months, I've noticed that the local media has incessantly painted the car as one for the ladies.... a ' Corporate higher flyer with the heart of a young girl whose always on the go, independent, confident and having urban fun.." Or along those lines.
But I seriously beg to differ .
I'm a founding member of my car club and I know for sure that over 95% of my fellow car owner-members are MALE . True-blooded males.
The RONE is a sporty and 'selfish' car (anti-social because you basically don't want to squeeze any poor soul in the back seat AT ALL... sheesh! I found out that one of my best pals is claustrophobic! ). The aggressive 'aeropsace' grille , steeply raked A-pillars , stout C-pillars and striking Alfa-esque rear .. and let's not mention the gorgoeus 0ff-red and black interior with the electro-luminescent gauges... swoon.
Gals don't prefer cars like the RONE , mostly, ... at least in sight of the more smiley and sublte R2 (nic-named the R2D2 by me and the club) . It has a simpler and genteel chrome nose treatment, less dramatic overall shape and last, but not least, longer body with 4 doors and a deeper boot. Ride and steering are also more comfort-based.
Such qualities are more appealing to the 'nurturing' nature of females; they who constantly prioritise friends and family above all else. Where shopping and groceries and 'together-outings' top their list of weekly must-dos.
So, sure enough, all my female members in my club drive the R2D2.
But then again, most of those driver-owners are also ...STILL... males...
Moot point all over again.
For the last couple of months, I've noticed that the local media has incessantly painted the car as one for the ladies.... a ' Corporate higher flyer with the heart of a young girl whose always on the go, independent, confident and having urban fun.." Or along those lines.
But I seriously beg to differ .
I'm a founding member of my car club and I know for sure that over 95% of my fellow car owner-members are MALE . True-blooded males.
The RONE is a sporty and 'selfish' car (anti-social because you basically don't want to squeeze any poor soul in the back seat AT ALL... sheesh! I found out that one of my best pals is claustrophobic! ). The aggressive 'aeropsace' grille , steeply raked A-pillars , stout C-pillars and striking Alfa-esque rear .. and let's not mention the gorgoeus 0ff-red and black interior with the electro-luminescent gauges... swoon.
Gals don't prefer cars like the RONE , mostly, ... at least in sight of the more smiley and sublte R2 (nic-named the R2D2 by me and the club) . It has a simpler and genteel chrome nose treatment, less dramatic overall shape and last, but not least, longer body with 4 doors and a deeper boot. Ride and steering are also more comfort-based.
Such qualities are more appealing to the 'nurturing' nature of females; they who constantly prioritise friends and family above all else. Where shopping and groceries and 'together-outings' top their list of weekly must-dos.
So, sure enough, all my female members in my club drive the R2D2.
But then again, most of those driver-owners are also ...STILL... males...
Moot point all over again.
Sabtu, 09 Juni 2007
Happy .... & Less-Happy
You know, there has been increasing hoopla over a small but (at least when compared to the size of the general populace) thriving 'Happy' communitee ... yeah you know wht I mean.
And I made some very interesting discoveries.
Just last night , I chain-clubbed two very popular clubbers'-haunts . First it was at Play . Then it was down to Ministry Of Sound.
At Play, when I was there to catch the musical musings of world-reknowned Grammy Award winning DJ/Remixer Hex Hector, I realised that these men ARE happy. Not in the pun-slanged way mind you...but they trully are ...festive. As awkward as I was being there.... I was seriously feeling light-hearted about the whole atmosphere at the same time. It all seemed... more relaxed...these people were there to have fun and, most importantly, no pretense. As though once the doors are shut behind them, the ruthless world outside is locked out and they are safe there. Totally palpable.
Then, it was down to MOS later in the night . All I saw there were ego-trips. Slut-girls and trannies (or trannys; sorry I'm just trying to make a point here and not trying to provoke or discriminate) trying to out-dress each other by wearing the least and see who had the hook-ups. Shufflers doing their best to out pace each other and to stand out from the crowd. Boyfriends fiercely defending their girlfriends like those girls grew up in boxes and knew nothing about being the wee-bit independent or capable enough to stand on their own. There were simplying more people checking each other out and standing around with drinks in hand doing little more than tapping their feet or bopping their heads. I enjoyed myself little there.
Another thing that stroke me most, was that, other than what's mentioned above,ultimately, the crowd in MOS seemed little different from those at Play. They could well have switched places or to see anyone of those clubbers in the context of their daily lives, and you wouldn't tell the difference.
Yeash, say what ever you like , who ever is reading this, but well, I do have one thing to say :
It was indeed an eye-opener for me. And it only serves to further reinforce my notion and stand that whether a person is straight or not should hardly be an issue in today's context.
Gone with the naysayers and haters out there... ponder this... " If straight people aren't necessarily good people (such as killers, robbers, murderers etc.) , then why should g*y people be seen as bad?"
There is just no basis for let-downs and put-downs.
Enlightened and reassured.
Because men were not created equal but should at least be treated as such. That's justice. That's dignity.
And I made some very interesting discoveries.
Just last night , I chain-clubbed two very popular clubbers'-haunts . First it was at Play . Then it was down to Ministry Of Sound.
At Play, when I was there to catch the musical musings of world-reknowned Grammy Award winning DJ/Remixer Hex Hector, I realised that these men ARE happy. Not in the pun-slanged way mind you...but they trully are ...festive. As awkward as I was being there.... I was seriously feeling light-hearted about the whole atmosphere at the same time. It all seemed... more relaxed...these people were there to have fun and, most importantly, no pretense. As though once the doors are shut behind them, the ruthless world outside is locked out and they are safe there. Totally palpable.
Then, it was down to MOS later in the night . All I saw there were ego-trips. Slut-girls and trannies (or trannys; sorry I'm just trying to make a point here and not trying to provoke or discriminate) trying to out-dress each other by wearing the least and see who had the hook-ups. Shufflers doing their best to out pace each other and to stand out from the crowd. Boyfriends fiercely defending their girlfriends like those girls grew up in boxes and knew nothing about being the wee-bit independent or capable enough to stand on their own. There were simplying more people checking each other out and standing around with drinks in hand doing little more than tapping their feet or bopping their heads. I enjoyed myself little there.
Another thing that stroke me most, was that, other than what's mentioned above,ultimately, the crowd in MOS seemed little different from those at Play. They could well have switched places or to see anyone of those clubbers in the context of their daily lives, and you wouldn't tell the difference.
Yeash, say what ever you like , who ever is reading this, but well, I do have one thing to say :
It was indeed an eye-opener for me. And it only serves to further reinforce my notion and stand that whether a person is straight or not should hardly be an issue in today's context.
Gone with the naysayers and haters out there... ponder this... " If straight people aren't necessarily good people (such as killers, robbers, murderers etc.) , then why should g*y people be seen as bad?"
There is just no basis for let-downs and put-downs.
Enlightened and reassured.
Because men were not created equal but should at least be treated as such. That's justice. That's dignity.
Kamis, 07 Juni 2007
P.Tioman.... Salang Complex ...ewww
WHAT AN EYE SORE.... Salang Village's Salang Complex.
Alright, here goes my Tioman trip-Bashing Part 2.... LOL . (Don't get the wrong impression... Tioman is a must-go-in-a-life-time island. Seriously)
Alighting the ferry .... walking gleefully along the jetty and gawking at the beautiful waters and stunning hills in the back drop,thinking you've arrived in a plave where heaven's on earth.... then as you reach the shore line and look to the immediate right, like playing a broken vinyl, the island presents you ... tah-dah !!! The AWFUL looking Salang Complex.
It , a cheap no-one-goes-to food court thinking its some central building-cum-landmark to the village... No architect nor business man will swear by it as their brain-child 'less they have decided to drown off the shore the next moment.
Like so so so so many Malaysian projects, Salang Complex is yet another glorious example of modernisation with nary a direction nor purpose. Itl ooks like crap and houses even more of it.
The rest of the idllylic village, with its dive centres, pubs, restaurants and chalets, is dreamy and
definitely worth a look-see at each corner.
Then you walk right past THE BACK of the Salang Complex ( what kind of lousy building has its visage and its entrances facing ONLY the sea while its dirty pipes face the road which every body walks right past while strolling along the sea-side village??) ... bleah .
This building is sorely out-of-place and out-of-purpose and ... certainly out of sync with the rest of the village.
Except for the seaside chalets, all the buildings face inwards towards that one central road that links the entire shore-line village . So it irks me when this ugly looking pile of bricks faces the other direction.... what a joke.
Tear it down pronto.
Alright, here goes my Tioman trip-Bashing Part 2.... LOL . (Don't get the wrong impression... Tioman is a must-go-in-a-life-time island. Seriously)
Alighting the ferry .... walking gleefully along the jetty and gawking at the beautiful waters and stunning hills in the back drop,thinking you've arrived in a plave where heaven's on earth.... then as you reach the shore line and look to the immediate right, like playing a broken vinyl, the island presents you ... tah-dah !!! The AWFUL looking Salang Complex.
It , a cheap no-one-goes-to food court thinking its some central building-cum-landmark to the village... No architect nor business man will swear by it as their brain-child 'less they have decided to drown off the shore the next moment.
Like so so so so many Malaysian projects, Salang Complex is yet another glorious example of modernisation with nary a direction nor purpose. Itl ooks like crap and houses even more of it.
The rest of the idllylic village, with its dive centres, pubs, restaurants and chalets, is dreamy and
definitely worth a look-see at each corner.
Then you walk right past THE BACK of the Salang Complex ( what kind of lousy building has its visage and its entrances facing ONLY the sea while its dirty pipes face the road which every body walks right past while strolling along the sea-side village??) ... bleah .
This building is sorely out-of-place and out-of-purpose and ... certainly out of sync with the rest of the village.
Except for the seaside chalets, all the buildings face inwards towards that one central road that links the entire shore-line village . So it irks me when this ugly looking pile of bricks faces the other direction.... what a joke.
Tear it down pronto.
Rabu, 06 Juni 2007
The Lure of BOOZE
Recently, when I had my short break from work-work-work and pleasantly stranded on a beautiful island with strangers (ok , we're no longer), me and my pals were boozing till the wee hours of the morning, EVERY SINGLE NIGHT.
Shoo, the pubs closed before we were anywhere done!
We drank PURE vodka and tequilas ... not mixed-concoctions mind you... in their hardest form right out of the bottles... (damn those duty-free shops)
My buddies were so zoned-out that they could barely find their way back to our chalet-room.
I was high too (hmmm maybe that's why I found everyone sexy LOL)... but being the massive control -freak which I am, I refused to indulge... refused to get too involved in the card games (Heart Attack! and Bluff .. whatever) 'less I lost and had to down another cup (which I admittedly do suck at card games so ...) ... I was their 'guiding light' back night after night.
Still, the sense of 'losing it' , the blood shot eyes, the palor skin, the terrible nausea and the throbbing head ache... it was horrendous.
Plonking into bed and within 3-4 hours....be up early every single morning to catch the dives and all the other action under the sun.
I mean.... do people really enjoy being like this?????
The exhaustion, the hang-overs, the bad skin (my pals didnt bathe for days!! I wouldn't want them to anyway 'less they drowned in the shower...), the irregular meals... the stress of trying to stay cool and sober... scuba diving in deep waters half awake...the worst part was that they obviously didn't even get laid.... (like duh? Hotties attract, not Cold Fish ....)
My friend went clubbing again as I'm typing this... an unrepentant ALCOHOLIC.
The other dudes which went as well... fared not much better when they were there...
Every single excuse such as birthdays, new found freedom from whoever 0r wherever or whatever etc.... the damn BOOZE comes in ...
What ever happened to fresh water and Juice? :-p
No offence but I only have one life and one body and one shot at a successful future for me and my loved ones and so I seriously intend to be able to get through it all being able to see and think clearly, to live and react with vitality and vigor. Not zoned-out, dillusional and ...compromised.
I did ask that endearing question to my pals while on the trip... " So, did you honestly enjoyed it?"
Guess what their answer was??
So, why (are so many)still at it ?
I do not believe in 'drowning' sorrows either because if you 're compromised and disadvantaged due to all the alcohol, I don't think the nauseas, headaches and disorientation will help solve anything...so good luck with that.
Shoo, the pubs closed before we were anywhere done!
We drank PURE vodka and tequilas ... not mixed-concoctions mind you... in their hardest form right out of the bottles... (damn those duty-free shops)
My buddies were so zoned-out that they could barely find their way back to our chalet-room.
I was high too (hmmm maybe that's why I found everyone sexy LOL)... but being the massive control -freak which I am, I refused to indulge... refused to get too involved in the card games (Heart Attack! and Bluff .. whatever) 'less I lost and had to down another cup (which I admittedly do suck at card games so ...) ... I was their 'guiding light' back night after night.
Still, the sense of 'losing it' , the blood shot eyes, the palor skin, the terrible nausea and the throbbing head ache... it was horrendous.
Plonking into bed and within 3-4 hours....be up early every single morning to catch the dives and all the other action under the sun.
I mean.... do people really enjoy being like this?????
The exhaustion, the hang-overs, the bad skin (my pals didnt bathe for days!! I wouldn't want them to anyway 'less they drowned in the shower...), the irregular meals... the stress of trying to stay cool and sober... scuba diving in deep waters half awake...the worst part was that they obviously didn't even get laid.... (like duh? Hotties attract, not Cold Fish ....)
My friend went clubbing again as I'm typing this... an unrepentant ALCOHOLIC.
The other dudes which went as well... fared not much better when they were there...
Every single excuse such as birthdays, new found freedom from whoever 0r wherever or whatever etc.... the damn BOOZE comes in ...
What ever happened to fresh water and Juice? :-p
No offence but I only have one life and one body and one shot at a successful future for me and my loved ones and so I seriously intend to be able to get through it all being able to see and think clearly, to live and react with vitality and vigor. Not zoned-out, dillusional and ...compromised.
I did ask that endearing question to my pals while on the trip... " So, did you honestly enjoyed it?"
Guess what their answer was??
So, why (are so many)still at it ?
I do not believe in 'drowning' sorrows either because if you 're compromised and disadvantaged due to all the alcohol, I don't think the nauseas, headaches and disorientation will help solve anything...so good luck with that.
Senin, 04 Juni 2007
Tioman.... an Island of Dreamzzzz
A long week end on Pulau Tioman.... an island off Peninsular Malaysia... in the South China Sea.
An island of bright sun, clear blue waters, coral reefs, thriving marine life, friendly locals,happenin pubs , welcoming resort-chalets,sexy tourists and yummy sea-food... yeah.... had a whale of a time.
One long-weekend.... Endured the long and nauseating van and boat rides, the heaving hang-overs night after night, the sun burns, the insect bites..... all seemed worth it.
The dives, the snorklings, the sun-tanning, the hikes up the hill-forests, the exploration of an abandoned-but-beautiful resort facing the waters...wow.
It was the break I needed. All the months of schooling, attachments and work commitments... have paled to my couple of days on Tioman.
I'll be back surely. Soon even.
An island of bright sun, clear blue waters, coral reefs, thriving marine life, friendly locals,happenin pubs , welcoming resort-chalets,sexy tourists and yummy sea-food... yeah.... had a whale of a time.
One long-weekend.... Endured the long and nauseating van and boat rides, the heaving hang-overs night after night, the sun burns, the insect bites..... all seemed worth it.
The dives, the snorklings, the sun-tanning, the hikes up the hill-forests, the exploration of an abandoned-but-beautiful resort facing the waters...wow.
It was the break I needed. All the months of schooling, attachments and work commitments... have paled to my couple of days on Tioman.
I'll be back surely. Soon even.
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