The Plague which is Man.

it's been a freaking mystery to me why they call society 'civilisation' sometimes. i mean come on, who are we kidding? the only thing civilised about this picture is that the crowd is fully clothed. but that's another story. i don't want to delve too much into the silly tantrums of certain quarters here. i could go blind writing that story to death. no, this is about the sanctity of life.

why do men feel they can justify their cause with blood? why is an innocent life brought into this world, regardless if it's an animal, slaughtered for baseless and futile causes? are we due to be intimidated by the sight of blood, cognitively replacing the cow's head with our own? what did the effing cow do to you? why are animals killed in the sickly process of provocations between men? why the hell am i asking you these questions? cows, pigs, dogs, goats. none of these are spared. ask your neighbourhood money-lender. his name's Larry. he'll tell you a thing or two.

yes, i love all beings (mostly). yes, i'm an animal lover. i can't bear to watch an animal needlessly butchered for no logical reason. it sickens me. (men being butchered is another topic altogether; fun!) but i believe in the Animal Truce. What is 'Animal Truce', you ask? well someday, when i rule this world, i'd want to implement the Animal Truce Act; Section 4, Article 1, which states that all animals are to be spared in the blood of war, in the stamping of feet, and in the rioting of buttwipes. (i'm implementing the word buttwipes as well.)

no animal should suffer for man's cause. period. all these protests with animal bodyparts are yellow-bellied attempts to intimidate other groups and have no place in modern society. leave the goddamn animals alone. use your own head instead.

p.s. i'm running/campaigning for Supreme Leader of the World. my agents tell me they predict a landslide in animal votes. :)

Eeeee.

sigh..
another rank, another platoon, another company.
when will this all be over??
damn it la. i so cant be bothered anymore really.
this is the good life now. freedom. and im loving every single moment of it.
wahaha.

Six Degrees

so i just got done watching Che: The Argentine again. must say it's one hell of a flick. its all about Che Guevara, a Cuban militant rebel. que? por favor? you no know who thees senor Che is? come on, you've seen him everywhere! okay here's a visual aid for you.



oooohhhh. that guy. i'm wearing his hat. harhar.
anw yeap. pretty intense story actually. its all about his struggle to bring about change to the Cuban dictatorship and politics.
but on another note, i was more fascinated with the actor who was playing him. (not in that way, he's not my type.) his name's Benicio Del Toro and he's pretty much a Latino box-office bombshell. wickedly intense and captivating performance, i should add as well.

and so, this got me wondering about certain things, like facial features, for example. i probably suspect hollywood loves cashing in on men like him for their looks. dead set eyes, rugged personas, huge jaws, clean teeth...but hey, Benicio, i'm sorry amigo. looks like someone else has already filled in your spot...



freaky, huh?

I Can Hardly Speak, I Understand...

Ever so often you get that one song you've not listened to in ages coming back to haunt you in all its harmonic and lyrical bliss. I had this song pop up in my iPod playlist and it flooded back so many memories in a heartbeat. this is really one song that can apply to every facet of your life whatever you may go through; a lost love, breaking up with someone, breaking up with someone who never knew you loved him or her. so light up, as if you have a choice.

- 'Run' by Snow Patrol

I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say


Slower slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart, my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess.

Thought for the Sunday VIII

(08-17) 08:24 PDT FREMONT -- Two kids were rescued and their mother was arrested after she left them in a car in Fremont where the temperature reached 107 degrees, police said today.

Liao Sian of Fremont was arrested after passers-by saw her 2-year-old daughter and 6-year-old son sitting inside her 2000 Toyota in the parking lot of the Safeway store at Fremont and Washington boulevards at about 3:30 p.m. Friday, police said.

Both children were "sweating profusely," and the 2-year-old was weak from heat exhaustion, said Fremont police Sgt. Chris Mazzone.

When asked why she had so irresponsibly left her children unattended, she replied, "Sian Liao." =)

For original article:
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2009/08/17/BAEE199NQ3.DTL

Saturday Night Fever

zhao an xiao di di hai yo xiao jie . ni hao ma? wo hao. wo HEN hao. wei she me le? ing wei wo mei yo fever liao!
yeap. im feeling like a million bucks. boy it feels good to be back on your feet. this cough is a pain in the ass cos i can't laugh anymore. when i laugh its like im speaking some middle eastern language or something. (hahaha-harrghhooarrrgchhhaachhhrphtpthhthhh!...) but anyway im glad the fever's gone. that means i get to prance around like a little fairy princess queen ballerina do more manly macho guy stuff at home. im glad its all going away though. for a little teeny second i sorta reckoned i had like got THE flu. no not that common flu. he's like so last tuesday. im talking about THE flu. the mother of all FLUs. you dont know which one? okay what makes H-two? H one-n-one. (sorry sorry. i have this irresistable craving to be lame today.) but yeah like i was saying, i kinda thought i got it. i mean telling the doctor your symptoms and having him go "uh-oh" isn't really that comforting. hell he even gave me his contact number in case my fever got higher. i was on like 39.0. pushing 40. i mean people say im hot, but come on! hardly something to pick up a date with here!
it also feels so good not having to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling, trying to sleep and failing. though, come to think of it, staring at the ceiling in bed really isn't that bad unless you're in pretty good shape. ;) but seriously, take care all you people out there in the real world. i think the virus is out of ammo playing russian roulette with my class. i mean most everyone has more or less been infected somehow.
i just got reminded of the conversation i had with my english lecturer not too long ago, she said she didn't believe i was THAT sick that i couldn't get out of bed. heh. i had to reassure her i was and so she left me with these parting words, "you come to class the next time. if i can pull myself out of bed with my sickness, then so can you." i just had to smile then and there cos she put the mental image of a crane pulling her up from bed. for those of you who've seen her, you'll know what i mean. lmao. anw, here's cheers to your health and vitality and spinach. peace, people.