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    November 30

    Lollercoaster!!!!1

    igotyourpeektureonmyblogweeeee!!!!!111!!oneone!!eleven
     
     
    me 1 - 0 singaporeans *hic*
     
     

    whoops i dropped my pants!
    below is a smaller version of whoops i dropped my pants!
    "Please wait while we load your photos...", said Microsoft. "Please deposit your haha's in the nearest bank!"
    September 17

    IMF S2006: Exclusive Report!

    It's been a while since I last talked about the ongoing and very hot topic regarding the IMF meeting right here in Singapore. Oh wait, no. I have yet to talk about the IMF meeting that's taking place right here in Singapore. Sometimes I wish people, especially dumb Singaporeans, will stop getting a boner everytime someone mentions the fact that the meeting is taking place right here in Singapore.
     
    All bluff.
    So anyway, recently I've been busying myself covering the IMF thing that somehow involves the World Bank, some Civil Society Organizations (CSOs), the Singapore security agencies, and other queer individuals and groups, and how they all come together like in a huge orgy that is somehow funny because it's stupid. As a very responsible citizen of the Republic of Singapore myself, I feel that I have an obligation to share with the rest of the world what exactly is going on behind the scenes of the IMF meeting that is taking place right here in Singapore.
     
    "Don't fuck with us"
    The big issue started when the Singapore government...I mean the policeman chief barred 28 activities from entering Singapore. "We dun let dem in bcos they make many problems in other contries. It's confirm not becos the govment dun like dem. See ar, that guy? Broke into World Bank hq and stole documents u noe??? How to let dis kind of ppl in? You siao ar?!"
     
    To both IMF and the World Bank, that was like a huge "fuck you" statement. Their presidents, obviously open-minded, up-class and educated individuals because they wear suits and ties, told the Singapore government...err policeman chief "Let the damn CSOs in, you filthy narrow minded Asians! We hope you didn't ban them because you didn't like their opinions...oh wait you did! Don't think we don't know, shitface!"
     
    Police Chief: "We keep you safe"
    So the police got edgy and showed 2 poor Filipinos the middle finger to prove their point. And this pissed off the World Bank big time, and some big shot from World Bank said something that roughly equate to "fuck you Singapore". This time the organizing committee for Singapore 2006 got scared and tried to be nice. "We reAlLy cArE FoR tHeIr WeLfArE n SaFeTy LoR, dAt'S WhY wE tRy To PrOtEcT dEm frM DaNgErOuS PpL MAh. Ok LaH, We MiNuS dE NuMbEr oF BaNnEd Ppl FrOm 28 tO 27 lOr."
     
    Amidst all this, Singapore Civil Society Organizations have been given special leeway in making themselves heard. Some bitch from a local CSO decided to pass some smartass remarks to 'support' the government's...err police's stand on barring the activities: "Oh please [rolls eyes], we obviously do not resort to silly tactics like those mongrels banned by the police. Civilized people like us [flicks a finger] don't need to act like gangsters....lor."
     
    Banned.
    I have gotten in touch with local security authorities (like the government...and police) and have managed to get my hands on a top secret document. This document contains information explaining why certain activists are considered "dangerous" and barred from the meeting. Here is a summary of the list of reasons:
    • Hair covering ears (men) or below shoulders (women)
    • Dyed his/her hair
    • Long fingernails
    • Wears colorful shoes
    • Swears in public
    • Owns a handphone
    • Disagree with the goverment
    • Hasn't bathed in 3 days
    Getting this document out into the public will be no easy matter. The police are now hot on my heels, and sending this news update now has considerably increased the risk of my capture. But fear not, as long as I have a single breath left in me, I shall continue to report on the most important meeting this decade that is taking place right here in Singapore.
     
    Signing off from the frontlines,
    Mr Greenish Brown
    "Living on the internet, making my business yours."
    September 12

    What Do Men Really Want?

    Salutations, monde! That's "Hello, world!" in French for you English speaking monkeys! So anyway, how have you been today? Actually, I'm not interested, so don't tell me. So anyway, I was thinking just now. And I was reading just now. So anyway, I was thinking while I was reading just now. About what defines being a man. So anyway, keep in mind this article was written 16 years ago. So anyway, local society is approximately 10-20 years behind that of America anyway, which means it's a pretty accurate picture of Singapore today. So anyway, pictures were added for comedy effect.
     
    Singapore: 10 years later.
    So anyway, read.
    What Do Men Really Want?
    - by Sam Allis. Thursday, Nov. 8, 1990 [source 1 / source 2]
     
    Freud, like everyone else, forgot to ask the second question: What do men really want? His omission may reflect the male fascination with the enigma of woman over the mystery of man. She owns the center of his imagination, while the fate of man works the margins. Perhaps this is why so many men have taken the Mafia oath of silence about their hopes and fears. Strong and silent remain de rigueur.
     
    Manhood
    But in the wake of the feminist movement, some men are beginning to pipe up. In the intimacy of locker rooms and the glare of large men's groups, they are spilling their bile at the incessant criticism, much of it justified, from women about their inadequacies as husbands, lovers, fathers. They are airing their frustration with the limited roles they face today, compared with the multiple options that women seem to have won. Above all, they are groping to redefine themselves on their own terms instead of on the performance standards set by their wives or bosses or family ghosts. “We've heard all the criticism,” says New York City-based television producer Tom Seligson. “Now we'll make our own decisions.”
     
    In many quarters there is anger. “The American man wants his manhood back. Period,” snaps John Wheeler, a Washington environmentalist and former chairman of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Fund. “New York feminists [a generic term in his lexicon] have been busy castrating American males. They poured this country's testosterone out the window in the 1960s. The men in this country have lost their boldness. To raise your voice these days is a worse offense than urinating in the subway.”
     
    SNAG
    Even more prevalent is exhaustion. “The American man wants to stop running; he wants a few moments of peace,” says poet Robert Bly, one of the gurus of the nascent men's movement in the U.S. “He has a tremendous longing to get down to his own depths. Beneath the turbulence of his daily life is a beautiful crystalline infrastructure” - a kind of male bedrock.
     
    Finally, there is a profound confusion over what it means to be a man today. Men have faced warping changes in role models since the women's movement drove the strong, stoic John Wayne-type in the sunset. Replacing him was a new hero: the hollow-chested, sensitive, New Age man who bawls at Kodak commercials and handles a diaper the way Magic Johnson does a basketball. Enter Alan Alda.
     
    But he, to, is quickly becoming outdated. As we begin the '90s, the zeitgeist has changed again. Now the sensitive male is a wimp and an object of derision to boot. In her song Sensitive New Age Guys, singer Christine Lavin lampoons, “Who carries the baby on his back? Who thinks Shirley MacLaine is on the inside track?” Now it's goodbye, Alan Alda; hello, Mel Gibson, with your sensitive eyes and lethal weapon. Hi there, Arnold Schwarzenegger, the devoted family man with terrific triceps. The new surge of tempered macho is everywhere. Even the male dummies in store windows are getting tougher. Pucci Manikins is producing a more muscular model for the new decade that stands 6 ft. 2 in. instead of 6 ft. and has a 42-in. Chest instead of its previous 40.
     
    Manhood
    What's going on here? Are we looking at a backlash against the pounding men have taken? To some degree, yes. But it's more complicated than that. “The sensitive man was overplayed,” explains Seattle-based lecturer Michael Meade, a colleague of Bly's in the men's movement. “There is no one quality intriguing enough to make a person interesting for a long time.” More important, argues Warren Farrel, author of the 1986 best seller Why Men Are The Way They Are, women liked Alan Alda not because he epitomized the sensitive man but because he was a multimillionaire superstar success who also happened to be sensitive. In short, he met all their performance needs before sensitivity ever entered the picture. “We have never worshiped the soft man,” says Farrell. “If Mel Gibson were a nursery school teacher, women wouldn't want him. Can you imagine a cover of TIME featuring a sensitive musician who drives a cab on the side?”
     
    The women's movement sensitized many men to the problems women face in society and made them examine their own feelings in new ways. But it did not substantially alter what society expects of men. “Nothing fundamental has changed,” says Farrell. Except that both John Wayne and Alan Alda have been discarded on the same cultural garbage heap. “First I learned that an erect cock was politically incorrect,” complains producer Seligson. “Now it's wrong not to have one.”
     
    SNAG
    As always, men are defined by their performance in the workplace. If women don't like their jobs, they can, at least in theory, maintain legitimacy by going home and raising children. Men have no such alternative. “The options are dismal,” says Meade. “You can drop out, which is an abdication of power, or take the whole cloth and lose your soul.” If women have suffered from being sexual objects, men have suffered as success objects, judged by the amount of money they bring home. As one young career woman in Boston puts it, “I don't want a Type A. I want an A-plus.” Chilling words that make Farrell wonder, “Why do we need to earn more than you to be considered worthy of you?”
     
    This imbalance can be brutal for a man whose wife tries life in the corporate world, discovers as men did decades ago that it is no day at the beach, and heads for home, leaving him the sole breadwinner. “We're seeing more of this 'You guys can have it back. It's been real,' ” observes Kyle Pruett, a psychiatrist at the Yale Child Studies Center. “I have never seen a case where it as not increased anxiety for the man.”
     
    Manhood
    There has been a lot of cocktail-party talk about the need for a brave, sensitive man who will stand up to the corporate barons and take time off to watch his son play Peter Pan in his school play, the fast track be damned. This sentiment showed up in a 1989 poll, conducted by Robert Hall International, in which about 45% of men surveyed said they would refuse a promotion rather than miss time at home. But when it comes to trading income for “quality time,” how many fathers will actually be there at the grade-school curtain call?
     
    “Is there a Daddy Track? No,” says Edward Zigler, a Yale psychologist. “The message is that if a man takes paternity leave, he's a very strange person who is not committed to the corporation. It's very bleak.” Says Felice Schwartz, who explored the notion of a Mommy Track in a 1989 article in the Harvard Business Review: “There isn't any forgiveness yet of a man who doesn't really give his all.” So today's working stiff really enjoys no more meaningful options than did his father, the pathetic guy in the gray flannel suit who was pilloried as a professional hamster and an emotional cripple. You're still either a master of the universe or a wimp. It is the cognitive dissonance between the desire for change and the absence of ways to achieve it that has reduced most men who even think about the subject to tapioca.
     
    SNAG
    Robert Rackleff, 47, is one of the rare men who have stepped off the corporate treadmill. Five years ago, after birth of their third child, Rackleff and his wife JoEllen fled New York City, where he was a well-paid corporate speechwriter and she a radio-show producer. They moved to his native Florida, where Rackleff earns a less lavish living as a free-lance writer and helps his wife raise the kids. The drop in income, he acknowledges, “was scary. It put more pressure on me, but I wanted to spend more time with my children,” he says. “Men just aren't doing it. I can still call up most of them at 8 p.m. and know they will be in the office.”
     
    Men have been bombarded with recipes to ripen their personal lives, if not their professional ones. They are now Lamaze-class regulars and can be found in the delivery room for the cosmic event [delivery] instead of pacing the waiting-room floor. They have been instructed to bond with children, wives, colleagues and anyone else they can find. Exactly how remains unclear. Self-help books, like Twinkies, give brief highs and do not begin to address the uneven changes in their lives over the past 20 years. “Men aren't any happier in the '90s than they were in the '50s,” observes Yale psychiatrist Pruett, “but their inner lives tend to be more complex. They are interested in feeling less isolated. They are stunned to find out how rich human relationships are.”
     
    Manhood
    Unfortunately, the men who attempt to explore those riches with the women in their lives often discover that their efforts are not entirely welcome. The same women who complain about male reticence can grow uncomfortable when male secrets and insecurities spill out. Says Rackleff: “I think a lot of women who want a husband to be a typical hardworking breadwinner are scared when he talks about being a sensitive father. I get cynical about that.”
     
    One might be equally cynical about men opening up to other men. Atlanta psychologist Augustus Napier tells of two doctors whose lockers were next to each other in the surgical dressing room of a hospital. For years they talked about sports, money and other safe “male” subjects. Then one of them learned that the other had tried to commit suicide - and had never so much as mentioned the attempt to him. So much for male bonding.
     
    How can men break out of the gender stereotypes? Clearly, there is a need for some male consciousness raising, yet men have nothing to rival the giant grass-roots movement that began razing female stereotypes 25 years ago. There is no male equivalent for the National Organization for Women or Ms. magazine. No role models, other than the usual megabillionaire success objects.
     
    SNAG
    A minute percentage of American males are involved in the handful of organizations whose membership ranges from men who support the feminist movement to angry divorcés meeting to swap gripes about alimony and child-custody battles. There is also a group of mostly well-educated, middle-class men who sporadically participate in a kind of male spiritual quest. Anywhere from Maine to Minnesota, at male-only weekend retreats, they earnestly search for some shard of ancient masculinity culled from their souls by the Industrial Revolution. At these so-called warrior weekends, participants wrestle, beat drums and hold workshops on everything from ecology to divorce and incest. They embrace, and yes, they do cry and confide things they would never dream of saying to their wives and girlfriends. They act out emotions in a safe haven where no one will laugh at them.
     
    At one drumming session in the municipal-arts center of a Boston suburb, about 50 men sit in a huge circle beating on everything from tom-toms to cowbells and sticks. Their age range from the 20s to the 60s. A participant has brought his young son with him. Drummers nod as newcomers appear, sit down and start pounding away. Before long, a strong primal beat emerges that somehow transcends the weirdness of it all. Some men close their eyes and play in a trance. Other rise and dance around the middle of the group, chanting as they move.
     
    Manhood
    One shudders to think what Saturday Night Live would do with these scenes. But there is no smirking among the participants. “When is the last time you danced with another man?” asks Paul, a family man who drove two hours from Connecticut to be there. “It tell you how many walls there are still out there for us.” Los Angeles writer Michael Ventura, who has written extensively about men's issues, acknowedges the obvious: much of this seems pretty bizarre. “Some of it may look silly,” he says. “But if you're afraid of looking silly, everything stops right there. In our society, men have to be contained and sure of themselves. Well f___ that. That's not the way we feel.” The goal, continues Ventura, is to rediscover the mystery of man, a creature capable of strength, spontaneity and adventure. “The male mystery is the part of us that wants to explore, that isn't afraid of the dark, that lights a fire and dances around it.”
     
    One thing is clear: men need the support of other men to change, which is why activities like drumming aren't as dumb as they may look. Even though no words are exchanged, the men at these sessions get something from other men that they earnestly need: understanding and acceptance. “The solitude of men is the most difficult single thing to change,” says Napier. These retreats provide cover for some spiritual reconnaissance too risky to attempt in the company of women. “It's like crying,” says Michael Meade. “Men are afraid that if they start, they'll cry forever.”
     
    SNAG
    Does the search for a lineal sense of masculinity have any relevance to such thorny modern dilemmas as how to balance work and family or how to talk to women? Perhaps. Men have to feel comfortable with themselves before they can successfully confront such issues. This grounding is also critical for riding out the changes in pop culture and ideals. John Wayne and Alan Alda, like violence and passivity, reflect holes in a core that needs fixing. But men can get grounded in many ways, and male retreats provide just one stylized option, though not one necessarily destined to attract most American men.
     
    What do men really want? To define themselves on their own terms, just as women began to do a couple of decades ago. “Would a women's group ask men if it was O.K. to feel a certain way?” asks Jerry Johnson, host of the San Francisco-based KCBS radio talk show Man to Man. “No way. We're still looking for approval from women for changes, and we need to get it from the male camp.”
     
    That's the point. And it does not have to come at women's expense. “It is stupid to conclude that the empowerment of women means the disempowerment of men,” says Robert Moore, a psychoanalyst at C.G. Jung Institute in Chicago. “Men must also feel good about being male.” Men would do well, in fact, to invite women into their lives to participate in these changes. It's no fun to face them alone. But if women can't or won't, men must act on their own and damn the torpedoes. No pain, no gain.
    Verdict:
    "OMGWTFBBQ i r th3 win! w00t!!!11one" - John Wayne
    So anyway, judgement has been passed. I still love women. And I'm no gh3y. By the way.
    September 09

    Cradle Of Civilization

    I did not intend to revisit the United States, nor can I say what power has transported my spirit hither. I must speculate that my presence here implies a responsibilities related to the one I assumed more than 160 years ago, when I spent nine months traveling in this country. I was 26, and the nation had enjoyed barely 50 years of independence. America impressed me as a place where the experiment in Democracy, the social revolution that so agitated my contemporaries, was being most peaceably and generally conducted.
     
    The mother ship grounded to a halt, and I stepped off into the thick wind laced with a sweet scent of orange blossoms and dates. The scent of freedom. "People..." That was my first thought. Unless you consider "freedom" the first, then it would've been my second. How about including "scents"..? That would mean it was the third. Alas, I'm lollygagging...
     
    I make cameras for the US of A!
    kekekeke ^_^;
    People...they were everywhere. As it had been almost two centuries ago, Americans rule planet Earth today. And as much as it had been in the times of SittingBullSquawkingEagle as it is now, Americans have had their share of problems. This great and verdant land is not perfect. I don't expect any disagreement from that and I don't think anyone will find it a startling revelation. Homosexuals, single moms, political hypocricy, slant-eyed Japanese, the internet, and New York, all of which constituted in some ways to the degeneration of this Great Western Eden.
     
    After two centuries of absence, I was not about to nitpick like I did in the past. Yes the tomahawks and arrows did butcher their share of Colts, but in the end the white settlers won by sheer numbers anyway. Final score: Rednecks 865464342 - 14 Featherheads. War was a cruel affair, but colonization was decidedly funnier. Lord Canaveronia Aimineria sent me to Earth with the terse words: "Go! Go a yonder and bring forth good news!" As the Fleet Commander of the 497th Cosmic Recon Division, I will not fail.
     
    Let us now turn our attention to the Commander's Report resting on my lap, and focus on the quite nice aspects of the United States.
    ********** CMDR RPT: START **********
     
    ATOMIC BOMB
     
    Afghanistan: 2060
    Since the Scientific Revolution of the 17th Earth century, Western societies have been vastly and ceaselessly transformed by scientific and technological knowledge. America's euphoric awe of science began to ebb with the Pandoran gift to mankind in the form of the atomic bomb. Like about 60 years ago, Japan got a bit edgy, and Harry Truman did his "We will continue to use it until we completely destroy Japan's power to make war" warcry and bombed the Japs back into their caves. This, of course, saved the world.
     
    60 years later, bin Laden waltzed into the picture, and George W. "Bush" Bush was like "living my dad's dreams" and opened a can of whoop-ass on Afghanistan and Iraq. And he said "We will continue to use it until we completely destroy Al Qaeda's power to make annoying and illegible propagandas about how God is great". I am not certain what he meant by "it", and chances are he didn't either, but I'm going to put my money on "Atomic Bomb", or some other thing that explodes.
     
     
    LSD
     
    Ticket to Heaven
    Most Americans today believed that the drug culture was a recent phenomenon, dating from the late 1960s Earth Year, when LSD, marijuana, and other substances came into widespread use. Through careful study and frequent anal probe, we have shown, though, that drug use (including alcohol) has been prevalent in the United States from the beginning of the republic, and certainly that the use of natural drugs as medicine is an ancient practice. The difference between illegal substance abusers today and the medicine men of yester-years is that, while druggies are sent into rehabs, the latter gradually evolved and left the swamps to carefully prepared habitats known as "reservations".
     
    Lysergic acid diethylamide, or LSD, was invented by Uncle Sam to help millions of Americans connect with God through fantastic revelations, visions and experiences. Fasting and flagellation, sensory deprivation and repetitive prayer, may indeed have produced chemical or metabolic changes as preconditions of samadhi, satori, or the beatific vision. But why go through all that hassle when all you really need is a hundred micrograms of C20H25N3O? Heck, for a bonus you'll even get to see heaven in rainbow psychedelic colors.
     
     
    TELEVISION
     
    In the early 20th century, American children learned their life lessons from radio serials like "The Shadow," "The Phantom" and "The Insubstantial Hero." Radio fell by the wayside in the latter half of the 20th century and by the dawn of the 21st century their offspring were lucky to learn anything that didn't come out of either a TV set or a bare electrical outlet. With the growth of the broadcast networks, one thing remained clear: whether it's just three channels or 400 channels of people eating bugs for money, television represents the most befuddling development in The America Revolutions.
    What it means to be "American"
    Through our patented research methods using "TV", we have ascertained that these ingenious people are bothered by many plagues. When distress appears, the person moves in ten (or so) quick, jerky motions and booms: "No headache is going to make me yell at my son!" Thereupon the victim takes a miraculous white tablet, which dissolves in the stomach faster than another tablet. Just 3.1 seconds later, this incredible pill enables the victim to change his outlook and handle the most difficult household chores with ease. Other tablets simultaneously drain all eight sinus cavities, rearrange the background music and style the hair in 3.2 seconds.
     
     
    BLOW JOBS
     
    From our archives:
    God Bless USA!
     
    ********** CMDR RPT: END **********
     
    And so I, Marcellarvo Craigdavido, Fleet Commander of 497th Cosmic Recon Division returneth to the mother ship, leaving behind the nectareous fragrances of orange blossoms and dates.
     
    Disclaimer: Failure to fully comprehend my report in no way represents a lack of flippancy, but rather the retention of sanity. Have a nice day!
    July 23

    Internet Roadtrip

    It is a widely and wildly accepted fact that I, Mike, am the Internet Guru. Not just any Internet Guru. The. If you think otherwise, then clearly you are wrong, I am right, and your mother is Martha Stewart. It is therefore a popular notion that Mike knows everything about the Internet, and is an Indian who wears a turban. I've to admit I honestly do not know everything about the Internet, and consequently only half the notion held truth.
     
     
    The Internet is often likened to deep space: unknown, enigmatic, very deep, and very spacious. Filled with knowledge, pornography, and ugly people who become beautiful by some magical internet powers, it is an information superhighway where new ideas blossom and homosexuals flourish. With so much traffic on this highway, establishing facts or myths can be a herculean task. I have spent the good half of my life travelling this universe - the other half was spent in prison raped by a Chinese named Tup Sum Bong - and so I am the best man to serve as your guide today. Let us now take an educated look at this mystical digital realm.
     
     
    # WOMEN SMOKERS EXPLOITED - FACT
     
    U-G-L-Y you ain't got no alibi
    Your ugly, hey hey! Your ugly!
    Recently I've been spending alot of time looking through Channel NewsAsia.com. Although its journalism is mediocre and plagued with predisposition and biasness, you just can't ask for much cus it's free (take that, Straights Times!). I was particularly interested in a piece of news regarding women smokers exploited by tobacco firms for reasons unknown even to myself. Or maybe not.
     
    In any case, here are some excerpts from the article (assuming you're lazy or don't know how to click):
    • "Most smokers have little notion of their brand's tar and nicotine levels," the report stated. "Perception is more important than reality, and in this case, the perception is of reduced tobacco consumption."
    • However, "of concern was the increase in the proportion of young women aged 18 to 29 who were daily smokers. It rose from 5.2 per cent in 1998 to 6.6 per cent last year", said Dr Alan Ng Wei Keong.
    • "All the hip people are seen with a cigarette in their hands," said Wu [graphic artist]. "So, you hope that you can look as cool as them with the help of a cigarette. You start off by holding one (cigarette), and then you wonder, why not light it and smoke it? Before you know it, you are hooked."
    • But smokers think that they can quit the habit just as easily as they took it up, he [Dr Ng] said.

      "That's when they realise that it is not as easy to shake the habit off," he said. What's in a puff? Cigarette smoke is a complex cocktail of potent substances. There are over 4,000 harmful chemicals in each cigarette.
    Ok this is obviously not funny shit, but I thought I'd start off serious before moving on to something more trifling.
     
     
    # THERE ARE MANY PERVERTS ON THE INTERNET - MYTH
     
    Moo!
    Check out this highly educational website about how different animals mate. With clear detailed footages in DVD format right to your doorstep! Who needs the Discovery Channel now?
     
    The following clips have been added to the sites animal mating PC compatible DVD,
    New deer mating clip added to Other section.
    Two mating dog clip added to dog section.
    Removed some non mating clips from the tiger section and added 5 new tiger clips.
    Donkey clip added to natural horse mating section.
    New mating horse, camel and pig pictures.
    Three new natural horse mating clips.
    One clip added to the assisted horse mating section.
    Elephant mating clip added.
    Dog mating with cat interspecies clip.
    11 comedy animal mating clips.
    11 dolphin mating pictures.
    Two ferret mating clips.
    Shark mating clip. Bull semen collection clip added. Those how have ordered the DVD in the last few weeks will already have these clips.
    Not a link just these pics.
     
    The site is okay to go to for a glance but I wouldn't click any of the links on there. The FBI needs to arrest somebody for this.
     
     
    # ZIDANE IS A CANNIBALISTIC SAVAGE - FACT
     
    Take a look at this secret footage that was secretly removed during the secret live telecast:
    You have been a naughty boy, Zinedine Zidane! That was clearly a red card offence for having poor culinary taste. Tsk tsk. Take a look at other secret footages.
     
     
    # ANYTHING CAN BE ART. IT IS SUBJECTIVE AND REQUIRES TALENT. - BULLSHIT
     
     
    "A collective artwork, international, open to all, universal. PARTICIPATE!"
     
    I am so sick of people explaining to me what their ideas of art is. The world of modern arts is full of morons who come up with bizarre and ludicrous ways to antagonize the general public in the name of "art". When criticized, these same idiots simply fall back on the cliche that art is meant to challenge people. Case in point: Spermcube.
     
    Having your sperm collected by men with a fetish for doctor uniforms to fill up a 1000-liter glass cube isn't art. It's the precursor to Armageddon.
     
     
    Well, there you have it! That wasn't too hard afterall, was it? With the proper knowledge, skills and a broadband connection, even a 12-year old can find good porn on the net these days.
    June 30

    Your Father in You

    A couple days ago I was taking my rocket out for a ride when I somehow crash landed on a rather discomfitting Channel NewsAsia article. It grabbed my balls by surprised, because seriously, with a heading like "Your father in you", your balls will be surprised.
    See son, it usually starts
    with holding hands
     
    After a few awkward minutes of stunned silence trying to visualize "my dad in me", I plucked up enough courage and managed to read through the piece of flapdoodle. It appears that some experts out there have very different opinions about how fathers today should behave, and what kind of relationship (if any) should exist between a father and his child.
     
    Evidently, these experts live in the zoo - but hey, don't let me be the judge. Being the open-minded, free-thinking individual as I obviously am, I'm a firm proponent to the fact that everyone has an opinion worth listening. Let us now cut the crap and learn to appreciate the finer details of fatherhood:
     
     
     
    # UNDERSTAND YOUR "TYPE"
    "In his book, he (Stephan Poulter) lists five styles of fathers — super-achieving, time-bomb, passive, absent and compassionate/mentor — who are influential in the careers of their children.
     
    Children of the "time-bomb" father, for example, who explodes in anger at his family, learn how to read people and their moods. These discerning abilities make them good at jobs such as personnel managers or negotiators, he wrote in his book
     
    But those same children may have trouble developing trust and feeling safe."
     
    Based on the above "time-bomb" example, we can conclude:
    Tick Tock Boom!
    • Kids of super-achieving dads will learn how to avoid extra chores and skive at work whenever there's an opportunity. These survival skills make them excellent soldiers and policemen.
      However, these children may also kill themselves before 40 and die a virgin.
    • Passive dads have active kids. Lets face it: when the dad does nothing but eats, sleeps, and fucks the mom at home, it is up to the child to change the lightbulb and fix the toilet. He will make a great househusband, and his independence might one day propel him to become the president.
      Or disgruntled, depressed, and grossly overweight.
    • Children whose dad is always absent will not know what it takes to be a father. Therefore, they will not grow up to be the abusive, drug taking alcoholic their dad might've been. The boys will make great husbands and dads themselves one day.
      The girls will become over-expecting bitches.
    • If you're a compassionate dad, your children will learn to show love and care to everyone around them. They will be sensitive and tolerant to differences, which makes them ideal social workers and teachers.
      Gays have compassionate dads. Hippies too.
     
    # PAY SPECIAL ATTENTION TO THE OBVIOUS
    "'But we do know that fathers act as role models and the affirmation of a father can mean the whole world to a child,' commented Dr Ken Ung, consultant psychiatrist and psychotherapist, Adam Road Hospital"
     
    We also know Al Qaeda is responsible for 9/11, the Lochness monster exists, your girlfriend is cheating with your best friend, and Michael Jackson actually loves children.
     
    *salutes Captain Obvious*
     
     
    # SOMETIMES, A FATHER HAS OTHER "ROLES" TO PLAY
    One of many roles a good
    father has to play:
    "The Disciplinarian"
    "If a child misses out on a male role model, he or she loses a little of what it means to have a relationship with a male figure in life, unless of course alternatives such as a stepfather, grandfather or even teachers can step in and fulfil that role, said Dr Daniel Fung, consultant psychiatrist and deputy chief at the department of child and adolescent psychiatry, Institute of Mental Health.

    "For a boy, they miss out on who they would become later in life: What it means to be a man and a father to their own children later on. For a girl, a missing father or father figure means they lose out on discovering the type of men they will relate to later on in their lives," he said."
     
    A fatherless child, gender not withstanding, will be unable to love another man. Of course, stepfathers, grandfathers (if they're still virile), and increasingly teachers may step into the shoes of the father, but nothing beats true incest love. Without proper daddy amorousness, boys will turn into dimwits who are clueless about what it takes to be a man. They will not even know what the penis is for, other than it leaks when they're sleeping, or stiffen when they're in close vicinity of another penis. This is where the whole "Your father in you" comes in.
     
    As for the girls, losing the chance to have sex with their fathers means they will never find the perfect wife-beating man.
     
     
    # IF YOU'RE ALWAYS ABSENT, YOU GET GAY KIDS
    "In many sexual identity disorder cases Dr Ung sees during his clinical practice, often the fathers were not present in the lives of these patients — either physically, emotionally or psychologically."
     
    Ok, there may be some validity in this. The only presence my dad had in my life was "monetarily", and if by being overly obsessed with my identity as a real man means having a "sexual identity disorder", then cuff me up and pour honey on me.
     
    All arrows point to
    "You are an idiot"
    Oh wait, were you lost in my sarcasm? Silly me, I forgot you're an idiot; here's a compass. Lets be realistic: the only reason for gays to exist involves a monumental itch in the butt. Heck, homos can't even be seriously categorized as human beings. All they're interested in is to fuck. Like hamsters. To blame lousy dads for these cretins' fascination of sticking foreign objects up their assholes is like blaming my mom for making me so majestically attractive; there may be some truth to it, but it's still gorked.
     
    Dr Ung was obviously trying to justify something. I bet Dr Ung is gay. Fuck it, he has a gay name.
     
     
    # DO NOT ATTACK YOUR CHILD WITH YOUR WIFE. TAKE TURNS AND ENJOY.
    "Having said that, the father's presence is important as a "back up" or an "insurance policy", as children need at least one parent's affirmation, preferably both of course, to thrive.

    So if the mother is absent, either physically or emotionally, the father's presence to affirm and nurture is very important.

    Many of Dr Ung's patients with borderline personality disorder — they are prone to depression, mood swings, being impulsive and volatile — bear this out. He said: "I can trace this back to the lack of any parental involvement. When the child is criticised or attacked by one parent, the other is not there to step in and protect or undo the damage."
     
    The next time you see your wife beating your child, get ready to back her up because once she tires out, you must step in as an "insurance policy". Avoid assaulting your son together with your wife. When it's her turn, be ready to step in and undo the damage by rubbing salt in his wounds - literally. Watch him jump and laugh. Remember: your presence to affirm and nurture can only be felt with the end of your belt.
     
    If your son develops "borderline personality disorder" AKA "becomes a nut", don't blame yourself. You've done your best, but unfortunately fate has dealt a cruel hand and given you a weak son. Depression, mood swings, impulsive and volatile...damn, your son is gay.
     
     
    # SPEND MORE TIME WITH (AND INSIDE) YOUR KIDS
    "All said and done, fathers in this generation seem to be taking their fathering roles more seriously compared to fathers in the 1970s, according to research commissioned by the Equal Opportunities Commission.

    The research found that the amount of time fathers spent with their kids increased from less than 15 minutes a day in the 1970s to about two hours by the late 1990s.

    So long as this trend continues, that's good news."
     
    Whoever did this research has very dubious ideas of what substantiate as "good news". There is clearly an increase in homosexual activity from the 1970s to the 1990s, and into the 21st century. You don't need to be Einstein to put 2 and 2 together: spending too much time with your kids turns them into gay. So long as this trend continues, the planet will be destroyed by AIDS and other STDs, but Dr Ung here will be a happy puppy.
     
    Hell, the moment my son is born, I'm sending him away. For his protection.
     
     
    # INCEST SEX > PREMARITAL SEX
    "Adolescent females between the ages of 15 and 19 years raised in homes without fathers are significantly more likely to engage in premarital sex than adolescent females raised in homes with both a mother and a father."
     
    Also, adolescent females between the ages of 7 and 15 years raised in homes with fathers are significantly more likely to be victims of incest rape.
     
     
    I've had just about enough of weaklings blaming their condition on just about anything but themselves. So you have a lousy father. Just too bad! We all have lousy fathers, but do we all develop mental problems or sexual identity disorders? If you can't handle reality, I suggest rat poison.
     
    Absurd.
    June 11

    Womanly Cyber Geeks (WCG) 2006

    Last night I had a queer dream. Queer, but not fruity. I dreamt that God himself came down and popped me a visit. Strangely, he isn't the God we usually see on Church pamphlets, crazy end-of-world-conspiracy websites, and Captain America comic strips. In fact, I do not know why I believe he's god, apart from the fact that he was wearing a filthy t-shirt with the words "YOU are a GOD in Amnesia", and had the face of Pat Buchanan. Maybe it's the gold. I like gold.
     
    I am..?
    Personally, I wasn't quite sure if the "YOU" was referring to me, or I should approach him and repeat those words as a third party, which would, of course, imply that the "YOU" actually referred to him, unless of course he wore that t-shirt just for me like a typical exhibitionist would've, then of course that would be ME being the GOD having Amnesia, which wouldn't make alot of sense, because god or not, I was quite sure I never have had amnesia, because dictionary.com clearly stated that amnesia is a medical condition caused by excessive loss of memory, and loss or not, I wasn't sure if I have got memory to begin with, although I must say it will be quite cool right at this moment to be sucking on a popsicle........and so this highly intellectual and emotionally charged contemplation continued for another 30 minutes (I do not know how long a "dream-minute" is in real life. I bet you do.)
     
    Buchanan and me were having this conversation, in which he pointed out the evils of cyber gaming, and the folly of having World Cyber Games 2006 held in Singapore (amongst other stuff like how dragon kings spend money). I guess the jury is still out when it comes to overweight xBox 360 owners, but I was so inspired by Buchanan, I felt I should emulate him as a good Singaporean emulates the PAP-smear test. Today, I offer you the wisdom of what it takes to be a hardcore Singa-cyber gamer who thinks himself a sex symbol because he was offered an Adidas t-shirt for playing too much CounterStrike.
     
     
    # QUIT SMOKING
     
    Since time immemorial, 2 pieces of legislation govern the lives of all smokers: the "18 years old", and the "aircon areas" laws. Based on official statistics collected by senior scientists and a couple of lab mice, the average age of a computer gamer is 12.3, with ages ranging from 6 to 16. Clearly, my analytical brain tells me a gaming smoker is an underage smoker, and if caught, he will be thrown into a dungeon filled with dragons so he can cast a saving throw against some spell a fellow nerd came up with. It must have a cool name. Like Bezelbub.
     
    The same scientists and lab mice had also pegged the collective physique of gamers to that of the phrase "sweaty and exorbitantly overweight". This meant that if the typical gamer ever finds himself standing out of the airconditioned LAN shop for more than 5 minutes, Noah would've to be sent down from the heavens to create a second ark in what would be coined "Noah's flood of fat slob's bodily fluids" (too long to be funny, but who cares). Take heed, if you wish to participate in WCG, quit smoking. Your pasty young skin was never meant to see the sun.
     
    Addenda: The recent law which prohibits smoking in bus stops and the soon-to-be one that outlaws smoking in clubs are redundant to gamers as they both do not leave their homes long enough to take the bus, and most certainly do not know what "clubbing" means unless it precedes the words "myself to death".
     
     
    # LEARN TO FIGHT WITH YOUR LEVEL 86 POWERFLAME SWORD OF FLAMING FLAMES
     
    With this I shall pwn thee -__-;;
    Fighting among boys have come a long way, from using stick and stones, to parangs and chairs, and now to CounterStrike and Warcraft 3. I remember when I was younger, where differences were usually settled with physical tussles that resulted in tattered shirts, bloody noses, and mothers coming to school the next day. Nowadays, teenagers and young adults whose natural habitats are scientifically categorized as LAN shops prove their might with "LAI LA! WARCRAFT 1 ON 1 LA! NO RUSH STEADY kekekeke ^_____^". Our society has become much more refined, and these gamers are on the forefront of this cultural revolution.
     
    Remember to surgically remove your balls.
     
     
    # BE AS ABRASIVE AS POSSIBLE WHEN PLAYING AN INTERNET GAME
     
    The cyber gaming arena is probably the only place where a gamer can be a normal ("real") man. Due to such physical restrictions, gamers are encouraged to be as rude and abrasive as possible, issuing death threats without ever having to carry them out. If somebody backstabbed or camped you in CounterStrike, rushed you in StarCraft, looted your corpse in Diablo, disagreed with you on issues like "What is the best weapon in Quake 3 Arena" and "Which hand is better for masturbating", or anything else ever, simply inform them of their impending doom at the hands of your, well, hands:
     
    YOU: "NB CB! BACKSTABBER!!"
    -={xXx_LuV-CaT_xXx}=-: "Aiya, onli a game la."
    YOU: "YOU GODDAMN FUCKEN FAGGOT I'LL PUNCH THROUGH UR HEAD WITH MY FIST, I'LL BEAT UR ASS WITH MY BASEBALL BAT, I'M FUCKEN TRACIN UR IP AND I'LL FIND UR HOUSE AND KICK UR SHIT, I'LL BLOW UP UR FAMILY'S HOUSE WITH DYNAMITE!!!! UR FUCKEN DEAD MAN!!!!"
    -={xXx_LuV-CaT_xXx}=-: "Why so angri?? Play play onli leh!"
    YOU: "I PLAY A LOT OF COUNTERSTRIKE SO I'LL HAVE NO PROBLEM SHOOTING U FROM 500 FEET WITH MY AWP, GET READY TO DIE< FAGGOT!!!"
    -={xXx_LuV-CaT_xXx}=-: "Fuck you la! I change server lor liao!"
    YOU: "LAI LA! WARCRAFT 1 ON 1 LA! NO RUSH STEADY kekekeke ^_____^"
     
     
    # LEARN URBAN SURVIVAL SKILLS
     
    ^__^ Oooh Sally, you're so hawt <3<3<3
    The computer gamer must be well equipped with an elaborate list of survival skills. Most importantly, he must be able to last for days living on nothing but instant ramen, chitos and worms. He will also need to accustom himself to go without bathing and sleeping, to pee and shit in his pants, and make love to Sally the rubber doll. When normal men are out doing sports, fishing, and looking for prostitutes, the gamer must stay in the confinement of his room killing level 80 Green Elven Mystic Kings of Shabalas to pop the invincible Katana of Boyhood Dreams.
     
    Other skills include:
    • The ability to switch between a knife, Desert Eagle and AK-47 all at once simply by thinking about it
    • To possess an intricate knowledge of curse words and to be able to type them in CAPS AND BOLD
    • The ability to play 6 games simultaneously, record the whole process down, and upload it to youtube.com with the heading "I am a MULTITASKING PROCESSORRRRR RARRR!!"
    • To be able to eat nonstop and gain weight with a momentum stronger than a tsunami
    • To suppress the need to have a girlfriend
    • The ability to attract sexy elves clad in tight leather by wearing oversized armor that can repel magic spells
    • Etc
    If you find yourself unable to achieve these critical aptitude and capacity to be a hardcore gamer, then you're better off being a normal human being.
     
     
    # SURGICALLY REMOVE YOUR BALLS
     
    Yes I've said this already, but you have to understand the importance of the emphasis. Having a full set of nuts will seriously dampen your chances to be a hardcore gamer. Imagine having to physically carry out all your eThreats. What a royal waste of time! Time better spent leveling up your mage or training your counter-terrorist. Research has also shown that testicles removal is the rough equivalent of retiring from sex. No more need for a girlfriend! And we all know what an insane waste of time girlfriends are, don't we!
     
    Also, I think removing your balls stops your from growing up, so you can always remain a teenager. Perfect.
     
    I honestly do not understand why gamers can be so proud of what they do. Some nerdy fuckface who won some WarCraft competition was interviewed, and he said something like "I'm proud to represent Singapore and kicked some ass. I will train even harder for next year with the support of all my friends", which is loosely translated to "I am a loser aiming to be a bigger one surrounded by more losers". Heck, they even have a website doing a countdown to the next World Convention for Geeks 2006. Looks like I must start leveling my Magical Flame Palm of Lore skill, so that if my son turns out to be like these pimple-faced fucktards, I can incinerate him.
     
     
    Man! What I'll do to be like him! o_O