One finger

I'm pissed. That expression 'seeing red' is pretty damn real when it hits. With all the crime happening in this country and no end in sight, it makes you wonder when exactly the tipping point will come?

X children raped?
X houses burgled?
X knife-point muggings?
X cars jacked?

Today, my friend H was nearly abducted. She lives 5 minutes away from me at an area I used to cycle to for tuition when I was 15. Fast forward 10 years later, at bright-enough 7am in the morning, a full grown 25 year old seems to make a suitable target. Thank god for her friend that turned hero, but WHAT THE FUCK?

It's sad. It's infuriating. It's frustrating. I've lost faith that this country will ever feel 'safe' again.

To the drivers of the brown Proton Perdana WHH 5500, the countless other desperate fuckers, and the authorities who can't seem to buck up, this finger's for you.

The God of marketing?

I spoke about Luck in my previous post, and with the onslaught of the Halo 3 marketing campaign, I was/am sufficiently awed to write about the God of marketing. (GOM)

First of, unlike Luck, which is omnipresent, GOM would only need to be present in specific situations. Ie; Luck would need to be around me at all times because there IS a micron of a chance that I'd hit my keyboard keys wrong, resulting in it snapping off the panel, rebounding off the screen and into my eye, causing extreme pain *gasp* and possibly blindness.

GOM on the other hand, has jurisdiction over any situation that requires negotiation and/or persuasion.

I know, I know, you could call him (him or her?) the God of persuasion, but let me be!

So yeah, when GOM's on your side, you shall have the power to sell whatever wares you have, including yourself. At the bar trying to impress someone? He's on the job if you score major points, or perhaps he'll send his lesser self 'The God of Don't let me say something stupid', or 'God of Stop staring at her boobs' if he wants to watch you navigate tougher terrain.

Right now I'm just wondering if he's by my side. If my rambling resulted in any form of positive facial muscle moving, thanks GOM. You're the best!

Lady luck

Warning: Some ranting ahead.

I've recently had a spate of bad luck. It really does seem to happen in spurts. Amongst the things that've happened include my Xbox dying; the repairs of which will cost me RM250, realizing that my sense of humour could've possibly given me the title 'weirdo' amongst some new colleagues, and a routine back exercise gone wrong, resulting in me sitting here typing in pain. All this in one week!

Sweet frikkin as.

After all that, I paused and wondered about luck itself. Itself? Herself? Himself? It's often that you hear the westerners call her Lady luck. So my guess is that if she's hanging around you, you're lucky. If she's gone away, you've gotta watch your back extra close (literally in my case).

So where would luck go? I mean, there ARE 6.7 billion people on the planet and a whole bunch of them can be lucky at the same time. That, coupled with my belief that she's pretty much omnipresent, tells me it's not an issue of lack of woman-power. So the 'her' that's usually with me is simply unavailable at the moment.

Maybe I did something to run afoul of her favour - Can't recall any misdeeds in the past month..

Maybe she's on a vacation - It's springtime in New Zealand after all. Great time to visit the botanical gardens in Christchurch.

Perhaps she's on a date - She's probably having a wonderful meal with... who would she date?

Wherever she is, whatever she's doing, I hope she comes back soon. *crosses fingers*

Truth well told..

..lies well sold. That's what I was told by a colleague on my first day on the job. This Dilbert piece reminds me of what I do for a living. How do I sleep at night you ask? Of late, very well thank you. =)

(borrowed from dilbert.com)

Annoy someone today!

(DIY chef)






















Last week we went to Food Foundry for lunch. Hats off to Kimberly, with a little assistance of Marjorie, whom both managed to annoy the hell out of our waiter.

It starts with Kim whining to the poor dude about her favourite tea variant missing from the menu. He gives her the eye. (no not 'that' eye) Then Marj goes on to ask which pasta is better? The beef or the chicken one? I could've sworn I heard his knuckles crack (while holding his paper notebook)

Later on. Marj innocently asks for some chilli flakes. He fetches it, only to return and have Kim ask him for some salt and pepper.

Finaly, he gets back and goes:
"Salt. *plonk* Pepper. *plonk* Chilli sauce. *plonk* Anything else?"

The tabasco was already on the table. Lucky for Kim or he might've splashed some into her colour-contact-lensed eyes.

Tasered

Some of you might have heard of that college kid being tasered in the States. You can see it through this youtube vid; essentially he asks ex-presidential candidate John Kerry some scathing questions, and got his ass handed to him by the cops.

Police brutality issues aside, I thought it was an interesting situation for John Kerry. I'm unaware of his future political plans, but I think this incident might've just sunk whatever ship of hope he has.

My opinion is this; he had 3 possible routes of action:

1) Allow the kid to get his questions off, and answer them (acknowledge or deny, it doesn't matter)
2) Asked the authorities to stop man handling the kid
3) Do nothing

He chose route 3, which I think was a mistake. By taking action, it would at least show he had a spine. I really believe that not doing anything lost him any shred of respect he had left, at least from this particular demographic.

Smile damnit!

Sony has just launched this new model called the T200. The interesting thing is that it has a new tech feature built in called the 'smile shutter' or something like that. Essentially, it auto-snaps the photo as soon as it detects your subjects smiling.

'Huh' you say? Ditto.

Sony's making a few assumptions with this one:

1) You're a dumbass that can't snap photos quick enough if your friends are smiling.
2) No one loves you enough to smile for a shot.
3) Your friends are possibly clinically depressed.

Now I don't know how the tech really works, but try and imagine the situation:

a) One friend smiles first before the other's got his finger out from his nose *click*
b) You're taking photos at a party and people are smiling/laughing/moving around *clicketyclicketyclick*