If you are squirmish with blood and severed body parts. Or detest strongly against animal cruelty, I strongly suggest that you do not watch this video. This refers to you mel. Experiments in the Revival of Dead Organisms
I guess that's the word - numb. It's how I feel about Malaysian news and life. Talks of race and religion, equity and stocks, rights and privilidges. Nowadays, when someone tells me something that's gone wrong with the country when it could do so much better, my numb response is this:
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2. Ahhhh, its cute. 3. Why dont we just cuddle? 4. You know they have surgery to fix that. 5. Make it dance. 6. Can I paint a smiley face on it? 7. Wow, and your feet are so big. 8. It\'s okay, we\'ll work around it. 9. Will it squeak if I squeeze it? 10. Oh no... I just got a flash headache. 11. (Giggling and pointing) 12. Can I be honest with you? 13. How sweet, you brought incense. 14. This explains your car. 15. Maybe if we water it, it\'ll grow. 16. Why is God punishing me? 17. At least this won\'t take long. 18. I never saw one like that before. 19. But it still works, right? 20. It looks so unused. 21. Maybe it looks better in natural light. 22. Why dont we skip right to the cigarettes? 23. Are you cold? 24. If you get me real drunk first. 25. Is that an optical illusion? 26. What is that? 27. It\'s a good thing you have so many other talents. 28. Does it come with an air pump? 29. So this is why you\'re supposed to judge people on personality. 30. I guess this makes me the early bird.
Poem: Slip of the Tongue by Adriel Luis My glares burn through her. And I’m sure that such actions aren’t foreign to her because the essence of her beauty is, well, the essence of beauty.
And in the presence of this higher being, the weakness of my masculinity kicks in, causing me to personify my wannabe big-baller, shot-caller, God’s gift to the female species with shiny suit wrapping rapping like, “Yo, what’s crackin shorty how you livin’ what’s your sign what’s your size I dig your style, yo.”
Now, this girl was no fool. She gives me a dirty look with the quickness like, “Boy, you must be stupid.” so I’m looking at myself, “Boy, you must be stupid.” But looking upon her I am kinda feelin’ her style.
So I try again. But, instead of addressing her properly, I blurt out one of my fake-ass playalistic lines like, “Gurl, you must be a traffic ticket cuz you got fine written all over you.” Now, she’s trying to leave and I’m trying to keep her here. So at a final attempt, I utter, “Gurl, what is your ethnic makeup?”
At this point, her glare was scorching through me, and somehow she manages to make her brown eyes resemble some kinda brown fire or something, but there’s no snap or head moement, no palm to face, click of tongue, middle finger, roll of eyes, twist of lips, or girl power chant. She just glares through me with these burning eyes and her gaze grabs you by the throat.
She says, “Ethnic makeup?” She says, “First of all, makeup’s just an anglicized, colonized, commodified utility that my sisters have been programmed to consume, forcing them to cover up their natural state in order to imitate what another sister looks like in her natural state because people keep telling her that the other sister’s natural state is more beautiful than the first sister’s natural state. At the same time, the other sister isn’t even in her natural state, because she’s trying to imitate yet another sister, so in actuality, the natural state that the first sister’s trying to imitate wasn’t even natural in the first place.”
Now I’m thinking, “Damn, this girl’s kicking knowledge!” But, meanwhile, she keeps spitting on it like “Fine. I’ll tell you bout my ‘ethnic makeup.’ I wear foundation, not that powdery shit, I wear the foundation laid by my indigenous people. It’s that foundation that makes it so that past being globalized, I can still vocalize with confidence that i know where my roots are. I wear this foundation not upon my face, but within my soul, and I take this from my ancestors because I’ll be damned if I’d ever let an American or European corporation tell me what my foundation should look like.”
I wear lipstick, for my lips stick to the ears of men, so they can experience in surround sound my screams of agony with each lash of rulers, measuring tape, and scales, as if my waistline and weight are inversely propotional to my value as a human being. See my lips, they stick, but not together. Rather, they flail open with flames to burn down this culture that once kept them shut. Now, I mess with eye shadow, but my eyes shadow over this time where you’ve gone at ends to keep me blind. But you can’t cover my eyes, look into them. My eyes foreshadow change. My eyes foreshadow light. and I’m not into hair dyeing. but I’m here, dying, because this oppression won’t get out of my hair. I have these highlights. They are highlights of my past atrocities, they form this oppression I can’t wash off. It tangles around my mind and twists and braids me in layers, this oppression manifests, it’s stressing me so that even though I don’t color my hair, in a couple of years it’ll look like I dyed it gray. So what’s my ethnic makeup ? I don’t have any. Because your ethnicity isn’t something you can just make up. And as for that crap my sisters paint on their faces, that’s not makeup, it’s make-believe.”
I can’t seem to look up at her. and I’m sure that such actions aren’t foreign to her because the expression on her face shows that she knows that my mind is in a trance.
As her footsteps fade, my ego is left in crutches. And rejection never sounded so sweet.
I wish I could join, but I'm part of the organizing team. I went for the trial run last Saturday, it was a blast! Anyway, for RM30 it's so damn worth it, the starter pack is already worth more than RM150. EVERYONE gets a RM150 voucher for prescription glasses at Malaya Optical. There's a new Liteyo product called Monster Juice that we get to have for free. All transportation costs are covered. It's open to the public, so if you are interested or wish to know more, call me. You can register on the day itself. Btw, its all by foot. Two ppl in a team.
O crap. Why do I even understand this? I guess it's smart. But darn. I feel geek.
On another note, this is Marion Caunter on the last night of RWMF :) She's really nice, as in, after taking the pic with her we talked a bit instead of shooing me off. To top it off, she was willing to take a pic with super sweat-drenched me. Even Iwouldn't want to stand next to myself.
Too bad I didn't get a pic with Denise. Kinda saw her on and off throughout the rainforest fest. But i felt too dirty and stinky to take a pic with her, ah well. MAYA KARIN IS SO PRETTY. Too bad she wasn't at the fest.
If you all don't know what stop-motion pictures are, they're basically movies which are created by taking hundreds of photos just to create little movement. Just think: *snap*, *move object*, *snap*, *move object*, repeat about a hundred times more. Examples of movies done this way are such as, Corpse Bride, Nightmare Before Christmas and Bob the Builder (btw, my dad's name is Bob). Anyway, my dear ol' buddy ol' pal Weiyan is evidently very free in his holidays now and has created these two videos. I think they're great. He's talented.
BBC stands for Balls, Brains and Camera.
You can see his blogs and more creations of his at his blog. He's in my links list.
"Nick Naylor doesn't hide the truth...he filters it."
Thank You For Smoking is a movie I watched sometime earlier this year, but have since watched it about twice more. If i ever did keep a list of Top 10 Greatest Movies Warren Has Ever Watched, this movie would probably fit somewhere in between of Lucky Number Slevin and Basic.
But enough dabbling and onto the movie.
The movie revolves around Nick Naylor, vice-president of the Academy of Tobacco Studies and lobbyist for all tobacco companies. For those of you who don't know what a lobbyist is, Mr. Nick is the guy who tells the public that tobacco ain't bad. He's the Sultan of Spin- he speaks and is good at it.
Nick Naylor "You know the guy who can pick up any girl? I'm him... on crack."
The movie starts off with a basic introduction to Nick's life. Most interstingly of which is his fellow lobbyist friends- the lobbyist for alcoholic beverages and the lobbyist for firearms- collectively known as the Merchants of Death.
The Merchants of Death
The basic storyline is that there is a senator who is going against cigarettes and there is a reporter doing a story on him. He has to deal with both.
The Senator (William Macy from Wild Hogs)
The Reporter (Katie Holmes from Tom Cruise)
And as for the rest of the story it is generally riddled with business errands such as making cigarette movie deals and gagging the former Marlboro Man, each errand showing another aspect to his job of spinning the truth and never being wrong.
The Movie People (Some guy from Somewhere and Adam Brody from The O.C.)
All in all though, I just enjoy this movie because of wit.
Wit rocks. TEH W1+ PWNS!!!!!!!11
Senator: Doesn't the fact that your foundation is funded by tobacco companies influence your priorities? Nick: Nope. Just as I hope campaign contributions don't influence your priorities.
We fired our maid yesterday because we caught her with a handphone. My mum took the handphone and inside were all sorts of 'cinta/sayang' msges and calls. So we figured that she's prolly being lured and tricked by some Indon arse and one day he and his gang will break-in and rob us. To make matters worse, in the phone were pics of her with our clothing on. We actually would have let her stay on though, that is if she had not locked herself in her room and refused to do any work.
In any case, that was yesterday. I've been doing housework since then and one of my tasks today was to clean up her room, damn. For being the cleaner of the house her room was the dirtiest of them all. The floor was dusty and there was some sticky liquid stuff on the floor and it was like little black crap balls. I also found a food container with spoons (yea she steals our chocolates) and many other of my sister's accessories she had taken for herself.
But the worst of all.
Hidden under her bed-side tabletop cloth was a scanned IC of me that I had thrown away.
About a month ago I slipped a complaint form into the Taylor's suggestion box, and to my surprise I received a response when I checked my mail the very night I slipped in the complaint. Perhaps M'sian customer service ain't that bad after all and Taylor's ain't as money-blood-sucking as I had thought. Although at some points i felt like I was being replied by a computer (especially when I was told "Thanks again for your patient.").
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RE: air-conditioning system (old classrooms) From: Thian Lok Boon (thian.lokboon@taylors.edu.my) Add contact Sent:Friday, June 01, 2007 12:35:19 PM To: Warren CWL (XXXXXXXXXX@hotmail.com)
Dear Warren,
Thanks for being so patient.
Our contractor has carried out the necessary maintenance for the air-conditioning system during last weekend. The room temperature is currently under monitoring by our Physical Resources team.
We would appreciate your feedback and comment on the air-conditioning of the classrooms.
It is our commitment to provide the best possible learning environment to students.
From: Warren CWL [mailto:xxxxxxxxx@hotmail.com] Sent: Saturday, May 26, 2007 12:16 AM To: Thian Lok Boon Subject: RE: air-conditioning system (old classrooms)
Dear Mr. Thian, I would just like to express my appreciation for your prompt replies and constant updates on the situation.
Subject: RE: air-conditioning system (old classrooms) Date: Thu, 24 May 2007 17:19:23 +0800 From: thian.lokboon@taylors.edu.my To: xxxxxxxx@hotmail.com
Dear Warren,
After the necessary action being taken by our Physical Resources team, the room temperature at the classrooms is still not satisfactory.
We have engaged a contractor to carry out the necessary maintenance on this Saturday. We will update you with more information next week.
Thanks again for your patient.
Best regards,
Thian Lok Boon
Quality Department
Taylor’s University College
_____________________________________________ From: Thian Lok Boon Sent: Friday, May 18, 2007 6:03 PM To: Warren CWL Subject: air-conditioning system (old classrooms)
Dear Warren,
Our staff is still working on the air-conditional system. I will feedback to you the outcome later.
Thank you so much for your patient.
Thanks and regards,
Lok Boon, Thian
Quality Department,
Taylor's University College Main Campus
Lok Boon Thian 05/11/2007 05:50 PM To: Warren CWL cc: Subject: air-conditioning system (old classrooms) Notes document link
Dear Warren,
Our staff has conducted the investigation and is in the process of addressing this. I will let you know the outcome soon.
Thanks for being patient.
Thanks and regards,
Lok Boon, Thian
Quality Department,
Taylor's University College Main Campus
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Lok Boon Thian 05/09/2007 08:08 AM To: Warren CWL cc: Subject: air-conditioning system (old classrooms) Notes document link
Dear Warren,
Thanks for the feedback. We will feedback our findings to you as soon as possible.
Thanks and regards,
Lok Boon, Thian
Quality Department,
Taylor's University College Main Campus
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Warren CWL 05/08/2007 09:16 PM To: Lok Boon Thian cc: Subject: RE: air-conditioning system (old classrooms)
Dear Mr Thian,
Thanks for the prompt reply.
No I am not referring to any classroom in specific. For the old classrooms, I currently have classes in 2.2, 2.5, 2.6 and 2.8. I find those classes in general to be hot, mostly during the afternoon periods. In the morning the classrooms are cool enough for study.
So as for now, the conclusion is that 2.2, 2.5, 2.6 and 2.8 are hot during the afternoon periods.
However, now that you have further enquired, I will note which of the classes are specifically hot and at what periods. I shall try my best to reply you by next Wednesday (16/5) as I will start taking note from tomorrow.
On another note, I would like to say that I have so far never felt discomfort in terms of air-conditioning for my classes in the new block. Praise to Taylor's for that.
Regards,
Warren Chan
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Subject: air-conditioning system (old classrooms)
To: xxxxxxxxxx@hotmail.com
From: thian.lokboon@taylors.edu.my
Date: Tue, 8 May 2007 17:43:09 +0800
Dear Warren,
Thanks for your feedback pertaining to the air-conditioning system at the
old classrooms.
May I know if there is any specific classroom that you are referring to?
We will respond to your feedback and concern soon.
"The photo is the Pulitzer Prize winning photo taken in 1994 during the Sudan Famine.
The picture depicts stricken child crawling towards an United Nations food camp, located a kilometer away.
The vulture is waiting for the child to die so that it can eat him. This picture shocked the whole world. No one knows what happened to the child, including the photographer Kevin Carter who left the place as soon as the photograph was taken.
Three months later he committed suicide due to depression."
On the 26th of April, a Thursday morning, I lazily walked to my car for yet another day of college. But lo and behold, when I went to my driving seat i realised that there were glass shards on the seat. My eyes then bounced off the glass shards to notice that my entire radio had been (very barbarically, mind you) ripped out and my glove compartment was open and my SmartTag was gone. I then quickly rushed over to my front passengers seat window to face this sad sight.
This event happened right in front of my house the night before. Our garage doesn't have enough space for 4 cars, so as a result, my car the unlucky 4th, is left right outside.
I guess what's strange is that none of us heard the car alarm sound. The other pity of the whole event is that my car was parked on the left side of the house's front gate and thus the CCTV on the right didn't catch anything at all.
Fortunately, despite that they had opened the glove apartment and had obviously ruffled through its contents, they had not stolen anything else.
Unfortunately, the day of the event was the day I was leaving with Rotarian Pua to go for the Golden Child Project. The Golden Child Project is a yearly event sponsored and organised by the Rotary Club of PJ where approx 30 terminally ill children are taken to a holiday destination in Malaysia for 3 days and 2 nights, this time it was Genting.
On another note, there's this new cancer ad on Astro where there's a young kid walking around an empty stadium. Her name's Amiza and she was one of the terminally kids we brought to Genting. The toy Koala she is holding is from the Golden Child Project and it is sponsored by the Rotary Club of Surfers' Paradise. Everytime i see that ad now i feel slightly saddened since i know her personally, but at the same time i feel somewhat happy that i have helped her in some way through the project.
Imagine being 6 and knowing that you might never reach 7. And here I am complaining about my stolen radio.