I.DONT.UNDERSTAND.WHAT.IS.SO.DIFFICULT.ABOUT.GETTING.TAXI.DRIVERS.TO.TURN.ON.THEIR.METERS.

It just goes to show how effective law enforcement is in a country. If they cannot even regulate a regulated industry like the taxi industry, one can only wonder how effective they will be when other issues such as organized crime comes about. Little wonder then that the crime rate is so fucking high in this country. Cases of girls being kidnapped 100m away from their homes before getting raped then killed are so common here, I hardly bat an eyelid when I hear about it.

The situation regarding taxi drivers are so bad that even the hotel staff shyly admit that the ride would cost me RM 4 by meter, which is never turned on. So be prepared to pay RM 7 usually but do NOT pay more than RM 10. Fantastic.

Day 2, we boarded a cab who demanded RM 20 and despite the fact he refused to lower the price he started driving off. Mother fucker. Finally we settled at RM 10 but that’s not the point.

What is the problem with this country. Even often maligned China has managed to control the problem of taxi touting by ensuring that complaints are not just heard but attended to and affirmative action taken. In fact, in all major cities in the middle kingdom, one does not have to even ask the drivers to turn on the meter.

I can only reckon that complaints in this city just provide an opportunity for the regulators to earn some extra pocket money. I mean why bother punishing them when one can make a quick buck out of them. When policemen regularly stop foreign cars asking for “coffee” money what more underpaid regulators.

It’s situations like this that make me smirk to myself when I remember their goal of reaching the status of a developed nation by 2020. I think they confused the positions of 0 and 2.

How many times have we thought that things would be different only if we slowed down, thought things through. And listened to what other people had to say instead. But aren't we all just human, so fixated on what we want, so caught up with what we can get that we're just flowing along the current of self glorification, slapping ourselves on the back every step of the way. Isn't it just a human instinct to satisfy our own needs before we start to look else where. I mean how can I help you if I can't help myself. Aren't we just human at the end of the day, with ourselves conceivably more important than anything or anyone else for that matter. After all, American values - individualism, carried along radio and TV waves that have been multiplied by the Internet has long planted the seeds on self justification that are so ingrained in us that who can blame us now for thinking "Who cares about what anyone else thinks as long as I'm happy."

This song has the cheesiest lyrics i have ever heard. with phrases like "we kill with the skill to survive" and "got the guts, got the glory." HA!

The music video does the lyrics some justice though.

In case you were all wondering, no it's not the official video....

I can remember
Standing
By the wall
And the guns
Shot above our heads
And we kissed
As though nothing could fall - Heroes by the Wallflowers

"A reversion to history in progress", a quote I took from a blog which is so apt it is chilling. Been there, done that. Don't like it, don't quite care.

Real life!

A group was doing a presentation in class using powerpoint. The title heading read, "New South Whales".

NEW SOUTH WHALES!

NEW SOUTH WHALES!

NEW SOUTH WHALES!

NEW SOUTH WHALES!

AHAHAHAHAHHAHA!

IT'S WALES! NOT WHALES!

WALES!WALES!WALES!WALES!WALES!WALES!WALES!WALES!WALES!WALES!WALES!WALES!WALES!WALES!WALES!WALES!WALES!WALES!WALES!

Johnny English!

Jo

Hey fellas, don't be jealous, when they made him they broke the mold.
So charismatic, with an automatic,
Never prematurely shooting his load, Pow!

I love how this song is just dripping with sarcasm behind such a happy and upbeat tune.

Antonio Banderas and Madonna---Oh What A Circus
lyrics by Tim Rice, music by Andrew Lloyd Webber


(Che:)
Oh what a circus, oh what a show
Argentina has gone to town
Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron
We've all gone crazy
Mourning all day and mourning all night
Falling over ourselves to get all of the misery right

Oh what an exit, that's how to go
When they're ringing your curtain down
Demand to be buried like Eva Peron
It's quite a sunset
And good for the country in a roundabout way
We've made the front page of all the world's papers today

But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without her?

She had her moments, she had some style
The best show in town was the crowd
Outside the Casa Rosada crying, "Eva Peron"
But that's all gone now
As soon as the smoke from the funeral clears
We're all gonna see and how, she did nothing for years

(Crowd:)
Salve regina mater misericordiae
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
Salve salve regina
Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva
Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes
O clemens o pia
Hail, oh queen, mother of mercy
Our life, sweetness, and hope
Hail, hail, oh queen
To you we cry, exiled sons of Eve
To you we sigh, mourning and weeping
Oh clement, oh loving one


(Che:)
You let down your people Evita
You were supposed to have been immortal
That's all they wanted, not much to ask for
But in the end you could not deliver

Sing you fools, but you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got long
Your queen is dead, your king is through
And she's not coming back to you

Show business kept us all alive
Since seventeen October 1945
But the star has gone, the glamour's worn thin
That's a pretty bad state for a state to be in

Instead of government we had a stage
Instead of ideas, a prima donna's rage
Instead of help we were given a crowd
She didn't say much, but she said it loud

Sing you fools, but you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got long
Your queen is dead, your king is through
She's not coming back to you

(Crowd:)
Salve regina mater misericordiae
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
Salve salve regina Peron
Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva
Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes
O clemens o pia

(Eva:)
Don't cry for me Argentina
For I am ordinary, unimportant
And undeserving of such attention
Unless we all are, I think we all are
So share my glory, so share my coffin
So share my glory, so share my coffin

(Che:)
It's our funeral too

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I finally watched Fitna and i am amazed.

I'm amazed at the audacity of the producer, in producing such a film.

I'm amazed at what he claims to be stated in the Koran. You have to watch it.

I'm amazed (not as much), at what the some of them have preached.

I'm amazed at how they describe Jews. Especially when they asked a little girl if she knew of Jews and she referred to them as swines.

I'm amazed at the backlash it has received and I'm wondering if there would be a similar backlash if someone did something like that with the bible.

I'm amazed at the producer's conclusion, "It's up to the Muslims to take out these pages of the Koran." - As if that's going to happen.

I dont need no friends
As long as I gaze on waterloo sunset
I am in paradise

Waterloo Sunset - The Kinks

Quote of the day

"I prefer playing munchkins than drinking with ugly girls." - Gay salsa dancer, 1983 - 19xx (Date to be determined when his girlfriend reads this.)

How apt. I'll drink to THAT.

I AM SO HUNGRY I CAN EAT A COW! RWAR! KARENMARCELLO. WHERE ARE YOU?!?!

Wii

good friday turned out to be better than expected. with a mahjong game before they



decided to play wii. which ended up with them looking like this.

(the video has not been uploaded due to the pending authorization of the participants involved. at this point, i must say that they looked most unglamorous in the video, explaining the lack of authorization.)

"Liverpool are now really playing to the lyrics of an old song. They're just wishing and hoping..." - Commentator for the Man U v Liverpool match.

I finally have a breather. Wednesday will be my last presentation in SMU. Meanwhile, I’ve already submitted my last report for the school. The feeling is just kind of weird. Not that I’m complaining though.

My beloved sister drove my car, got the tire punctured. Called me to tell me that it was punctured. And asked if I could take the car back to change the tire for her.

All this while, one thought was running through my head. Do I look like a mechanic? Thinking that I didn’t, I told her to go change the tire to the spare and I’ll take the car to the workshop to repair the busted tire.

At 3pm, I called her to ask her where the car was and whether I could go take it.

“Yeah! It’s at my in-laws place. You can go and take it. * PAUSE * but I haven’t changed the tires yet…. Sorry…”

Seriously. So guess who had to call his childhood friends to go with him to her in-laws place, spend almost 30 minutes trying to change the tire in the mother fucking rain. Before bringing the tire to the tire shop where he got the BEST service ever.

At the tire shop…

I parked the car, got out of the car, INTO THE RAIN AGAIN and proceeded to open my boot. “Uncle ar, can help me repair this tire?”

To this, I got no reply. He just walked to the boot, took out the punctured tire and started doing what people do to repair punctured tires. At this time, another man got up and started to do an inspection around my car. He then took a jack and started raising the car to replace the spare tire. Note, all this was done without a single word being said to me. At this point, yx looked at me and said, “hey have they spoken to you yet?”

“No?”

“Then how do you know they know what you want them to do?”

“I dunno. But it looks like they’re doing the right thing…”

“ermmmm…. Good luck.”

After they changed the tire, one of them came up to me and said, “ten dollars”

I paid him the money and asked him to check the pressure on the rest of the tires. He turned and walk away, checked all the tires, walked back and gave me a thumbs up sign. Seriously. What is wrong with people now a days.

THE WII IS EVIL

these 4 games have taken up so much of my time... it's really disgusting.









In chronological order of course.

What exactly does it mean to have privacy?

Is privacy over rated?

Does privacy clash with the freedom of expression? Should I be free to express anything I want, it would be inevitable that one of those things I choose to express would fall within someone’s privacy sphere. For example, if I slept with a girl at a party, then would my right to tell everyone about it be stronger than her right to want to keep it secret? Then, the question would be would I get my freedom of expression or would the other person’s privacy prevail?

Should there be a winner, then we can say that society favours 1 over the other. But does society favour freedom of expression over the right to privacy or the other way around? The answer that some are proposing would be proportionality. Whether the right to privacy outweigh my freedom of expression.

What approach should the law take?

Should aspects of privacy that have an economic interest be treated differently? Should celebrities who court publicity then be protected by an invasion of privacy? It is after all in their line of work to court and seek publicity. Then someone bite the hand that feeds them, who is at fault? Should celebrities be granted the same protection as the common man in the street?

These are just some of the questions I have to answer for my paper. And I believe it is sufficiently thought provoking to let all you people know about it. So read it, think about it or just do nothing at all. I don’t quite care.

Death of a Clown - The Kinks

My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamers whip doesnt crack anymore
The lions they wont fight and the tigers wont roar

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
So lets all drink to the death of a clown
Wont someone help me to break up this crown
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
Lets all drink to the death of a clown

The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway fleas

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
So wont someone help me to break up this crown
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

If all you had to do today is find peace of mind

Come here... you can take a piece of mine.