St Valentine's Day Massacre

My gift to the beautiful women in my life. Damn I'm getting too sappy.

Love is what we all seek,
Be it the strong or the weak,
It is love that causes much pain,
It is love that drives us insane,

To find that special someone,
Who makes your eyes shine like the midnight sun,
That special someone who makes you smile,
Who makes every second worthwhile,

Devotion to you is a wonder most bliss,
Without you life seems to cease,
Your smile warms the coldest of hearts,
Yet your eyes set you apart,

Set you apart from the rest,
If only beauty could withstand natures test,
If time stood still for eternity,
Every man would bask in your serenity,

Alas you could not be mine my dear,
For I'm not worthy I fear,
But whoever he is that lucky man,
Whoever it is who asks for your hand,

May he treat you with unconditional love,
For nothing less do you deserve,
This is my way to say,
Happy Valentine's Day.

What Men Should & Shouldn't Do On A Date: Part II

Ok now lets see what you shouldn't do on a date. Here are the top 10 things any man should strictly avoid doing especially when on a first date with that lucky (or so) girl.

1. Being early for a date and start to kill time by climbing that rambutan tree near her window to spy on her while she gets dressed. (Come on ... you wanna see her undressed, not dressed right?)
2. Demonstrating your amazing, death-defying, genocidal skills in maneuvering a motor vehicle on the road while listening to AC/DC's "Born to be Wild"
3. Bringing her to a tattoo parlor to have the tattoo artist permanently engrave each others names on their respective buttocks. No person in their right mind would do this .... at least until the 3rd date.
4. While in a fancy restaurant, avoid bringing your pal who can burp all the chart smashing hits of Bare Naked Ladies to serenade your date.
5. Stop looking at her body while she is talking to you. Yeah I know you love to read her like a book, but by avoid doing so, she'll let you have the braille version instead if you catch my drift. So look at her eyes .... NO THOSE ARE NOT HER EYES YOU PERVE!!!
6. After a great meal, don't spoil the occasion by showing off your amazing accounting skills by meticulously counting how much was your and her share and insisting she pays the calculated amount. Be a gentleman, pay for the first date and if she allows it go dutch.
7. Try bringing up the subject of sex in a more subtle way. Do not under any circumstances start (or worst still) demonstrating tricks you may be able to perform with a rubber condom and keep those eggplants and whips aside for the 5th date.
8. Though self depreciation is good but don't over do it. Moaning and crying while telling your date that you're lower than the crap whales drop to the ocean floor isn't going to get you anywhere .... well maybe a mercy **** ..... thats not really a bad idea when I think about it.
9. Showing her that appendix scar, gallbladder scar, that scar you got from falling down a bike when you were ten, corn on your middle toe, mysterious patch of hair that grows on your back and the unique way your pubic hair does not curl spirally as does in all males.
10. While dropping her off at her place a simple peck on the cheek would be preferable rather than playing trying to shove your tongue way down her throat till you can taste the dinner you both had just 2 hours ago.

So there you have all the tips you need to be ready for you're first date! Why don't you try it yourself and tell me how it turns out.

What Men Should & Shouldn't Do On A Date: Part I

Stealing ideas from other notable and great comedians is the lowest form of plagiarism known to man. Luckily for me Will Smith is not a notable nor is he a great comedian so I don't feel guilty stealing his lines.

Some guys are blessed with the knowledge of knowing what and when to perform a particular move of courtship during a date. A few tend to go overboard with how they act, others tend to blunder blindly throughout the entire date without a clue what is going on. Based on an extensive week long research, (ripping off other people's work) I have compiled a top 10 list of what you should and should not do on a first date.

TOP 10 THINGS YOU SHOULD DO:
1) Dress up nicely
Ask a metrosexual friend to help you dress up this. Fashionable gay friends, would also prove helpful. Get a hair cut that would make your papa weep. And
for goodness sake take a shower and don't overdose on the cologne.
2) Always be punctual for the date.
True she may take like an hour and a half to get ready but it never hurts to be
on time. It'll leave a great first impression (an impression which I can no longer
use to describe me *sobs*)
3) Bring a small gift for her.
A couple of flowers or a tiny box of chocolates though a cliche it is time proven
to endear yourself to her even if the flowers give her hypersensitivity type 1.
4) Bring her to someplace where people know you
A restaurant would be a plus for this. Here the head waiter can give you the best
table in the house with absolute privacy for you to work your magic. In addition
that you personally know which dish to pick for your lady. I heard they get pretty
impressed with guys like that.
5) You avoid taking liquor. She take as much liquor as possible.
You need to keep your wits if you want her to laugh at your jokes or feel for
you're bittersweet memories. To achieve that you need to steer clear of the
happy juice. She on the other hand has to drink steadily throughout the night.
Don't offer her too much otherwise she'll suspect something. Just enough to keep up the buzz.
6) Be a gentleman at all costs.
Simple stuff like opening the car/restaurant/restroom door for her. Helping her
into and out of her chair, thanking and tipping the waiter will help improve her
impression of you.
7) Paying attention.
Keep you're mind on the one thing that matters here. HER. Not her eyes, not her
cleavage and not imagining her in her lingerie laying down on a bed full of roses with some champagne and strawberries with whipped cream by the
bedside(there is plenty of time to do that when you get home and you're all alone in your dark bedroom). Pay attention to what she is saying, and for Heaven's sake, remember what she said no matter how trivial it may be.
8) Conversation
The crystal clear truth is that women don't give a damn to what we men think
about. Keep your conversation to what they are interested about and only add
positive comments to what they are saying. Don't try adding topics you care
about until the 3rd date.
9) Dancing
Usually Hitch I won't recommend dancing on the first date for a number of
reasons. If you can't dance it'll only make you look stupid, furthermore even if
you can dance she may not be able to, making you look like a show off, finally
(take my word for this) as the 'General' of this war of seduction, your 'Privates'
may stand at attention longer than they should. So I'll avoid grinding and
bending to Fiddy's Candy Shop with her unless you wanna freak her out (or
impress her). If you have to dance just remember the two-step and throw around some shuffle and you'll get away with it.
10) Calling her after the date
After you've sent her home, give her a grace period of 30 minutes before calling
her and ask how is she doing. Chat a bit before asking her when she is free for
you're next big night out. Be considerate and don't talk to long if you know that
she has work or class the following morning.

So I conclude the first half of what you shod do on a first date. My second entry would be the other half of what you shouldn't do on a first date. Till then.

What Men Want

Seeing that I've done the article on what women want, I might as well write another about what men want for a change. Now lets get this straight, I'm saying this from my perspective and not anyone else's. But goodness knows that my views and the views of my loyal male readers will overlap one way or another.

The problem with girls our age is that they can get too clingy. Some girls tend to want their boy to pay full attention to them regardless of any situation. Whether its going out for a meal, watching a football match or even chatting on msn. A friend of mine told me a situation when his boo actually gave him a good sounding when it took him more than half a minute to reply her msn message. Damn ... imagine that. Getting scolded for replying a chat message late. The reason was that she assumed he was pleasuring himself with rather explicit material available on the Internet. Sigh ... every guy knows that it takes more than 30 seconds to enjoy porn, an average guy takes 32.5 seconds for crying out loud!!

Guys sometimes want some time alone to reflect on certain issues in everyday life. You know like studies, that hot chick's rack, work, that hot chick's ASSets, paying the rent, how that hot chick would look like naked, price of petrol, how would it feel to .... err .... oh yeah like I said important life altering issues. If you see us brooding alone like that in one corner with a frown or a blank look in our eyes, don't get all melodramatic and say that we're having our male PMS or crap like that. We're just thinking and rationalizing on how to get that hot chick between our sheets.

Besides being alone, we guys also like to hang out with other guys in a non gay way. Though I haven't played futsal in a long time I enjoy the sport (even if I do have more style than substance). We bond this way through the exhaustion and pain and sometimes humiliation. Its akin to soldiers in battle who somehow manage to forge this lifelong relationship with each other through the suffering. True we may hug each other and slap each other on the buttocks after performing well in a match but that doesn't make us gay now does it? Its not as though we're shoving our tongues each others throats and glimpsing at the size of our buddy's penis in public .... we do that in the locker room.

Defending DoTA is something I feel I need to do since I do play the game. Defense of the Ancients or DoTA is a guy thing. Its a 5 V 5 game where you can pick a particular character (hence now known as hero) or allocated one via random mode. Then you upgrade your hero's skill through getting experience points and buying certain items to enhance your abilities. The object of the game is easy. You need to push all the way through the 3 towers on either one of the 3 lanes, break the barracks of the enemy and finally attack and destroy the Throne or Tree depending on which team you are on. Each lane would send a legion of small soldiers that are not at your control to assist you on that quest. You kill your enemies soldiers or the enemy himself you get money and experience points. The new version has like 30+ heroes and this ensures that no 2 games can be exactly the same. This is why guys can spend an average of 3 hours playing this stupid game before getting what I like to term DoTA Drunk. You can't blame us for loving this computer game. Through this game we multitask (yes we can multitask). We control our characters, chat with our friends, go online (once we're dead) and much more stuff. Hell, we even have time to answer your call and tell you to call back later. How bad can DoTA be?

90% of men watch pornographic material in any one point of their lives, the other 10% are liars. Time and time again it has been proven that men are visual creatures. Don't you feel pity for us? Women are so lucky to be able to use the sense of smell, touch, hearing and imagination to incite them into the mood. Men on the other hand are either too stupid or too lazy to go through that route. So we opt for the easy way out ... porno. Its not like we don't appreciate you till we have to watch a bunch of actresses getting it from various angles. We tend to watch porn because we want to learn so that when the time is right and that special moment sparks between us we'll be able to bring you to heaven and back and make that 30 seconds* with you the most memorable 30 seconds of your life.

Men are simple creatures, benign and closer to the animals than women. So have pity on your boys and give them a little bit more freedom but not to the point where they can step on your head (remember we're kind of dumb). Finally if you see that we're not paying enough attention to you doesn't mean you don't mean anything to us, it just means that the thing getting our attention for that moment means more.

*In my case you take 30 seconds and you multiply it with 100 and you get the time I dedicate to foreplay, you multiply it with 1000 and you get the amount of time for the horizontal hokey-pokey and you divide it with 1,000,000 and you get my recovery time.

Home

Finally Sebby has come back ...... home ......

Pardon the Rock like heading, but I'm so glad I'm back in my state and be amongst my people. You heard me: my people. To hear Bahasa Sarawak and Kuching Hokkien with Iban and Kenyah language spoken by the people of Sarawak brings me much joy.

The thing I love about Kuching is that it changes slowly. One can be gone for 10 years or even more and come back home and still be able to point out some important landmarks.

6 months living solo in KL made me appreciate the small things I took for granted. I don't have to go out or cook for food. I can use my towel just once before tosing it in the laundry basket without guilt. My internet here is faster and not infected with stupid trojan viruses you'll get from the IMU com labs. I have my own pimp mobile. Plus the girls in Kuching seem to get prettier and prettier.

Anyway I got some stuff to take care of while I'm back home. When I'm done, I'll leave Kuching turned inside-out, outside-in and wreck havoc with a trail of destruction wherever and whenever I go and I'm gonna love it ...

If you smell what Sebby is bakin'!!

What Women Want: Part I

Do you know that annoying programme on TV? You know the one with a bunch of fairly attractive looking guys (I think 3 of them are still in the closet though) trying their best to impress a bunch of local ladies who can't seem to make up their minds about who is cute and who is not? Yeah that one.

I personally think that the title is rather shallow. Without being rhetoric here, the proper question is not what women want but rather what women need from men.

Ladies don't get me wrong here. See, you may have a supermodel, boy-toy material boyfriend who has the face of an angel and the well-sculpted body that you and every other lady in this world would want to see every morning. In simpler terms he is what you want.

Lets just put aside the fact that he can make Ashton look like a retarded walrus, what if he treats you like crap whenever he feels like it. True he can charm a fish out of water, but only if he wants something from you. Is that what you want?

But hey at least he is good looking. What about those poor girls who not only treats you like crap AND looks like a retarded walrus? Doesn't your heart bleed for them too? Mine does. Geez imagine waking up to a retarded walrus every morning.

Women are complex creatures indeed. Everything about them is complex and so hard to understand. Their moods, thoughts, make up and menstrual cycle etc. Yet all complex systems actually have simple patterns and women are no different. Hey I'm not being a sexist I'm just stating the obvious here.

And the obvious is women can't stop thinking about sex. There I said it. Think about it for one miserable second. Countless issues of many distinguished women's magazines can't sell squat unless the word orgasm, bachelor and shoes is in it (well the last item is kind of sexist).

I just read a copy of a year old Cosmopolitan (yes I read women's mags) and it had this article about (surprise, surprise) orgasms and how to reach them. Secrets shared by sexually active ladies to achieve maximum pleasure with your partners. Secrets that will leave you naked, sprawled-eagle on your bed with your body drenched in sweat and breathing heavily with a smile of satisfaction on your face ...... no wait thats just the outcome after a night with me.

Anyway the descriptions given were even more graphic than the regular monthly issue of Penthouse. I was like wow .... women do think about sex. The question is how much?

To be continued ....

Toughest Road To Walk

So it has begun, I never thought I saw this coming. It seems like only yesterday I was going for the interview for the M205 intake in IMU, now in 5 weeks time I'll be facing one of the toughest exams I will ever take in phase 1.

Comprising of 200+ lectures notes which includes 4 integrated systems and foundation courses, I would be lucky enough to keep my sanity throughout the long 5 weeks.

Therefore this is most likely one of my last entries for awhile.

As the exams come so do my mood swings. At times I would be happy to indulge you in some meaningless conversations, other times I would have a "Don't F**K With Me" expression stapled to my forehead the latter being the most frequent.

During these 5 weeks, food will loose its taste, colours would seem dimmer, the chances to laugh without it being tainted by sarcasm will be greatly reduced. Not even watching my explicit videos will bring me much joy anymore. Even making fun of Jaslyn doesn't bring me much joy nowadays. Truly it is a depressing time for any 2nd year medical student.

But enough about bitching, its time to walk the talk.

However just in case that I do eventually nearly become cuckoo over the coming weeks, I've come up with several ways to reduce my boredom and rejuvenate my interest in reading my notes:

1) Getting the hell out of K.L.
2) Going home to my family and eating real mouth-watering Sarawakian food. Mmmm... sarawakian-y
3) The thought of going to Mulu with my batchmates and going cave-spelunking with them. (Think girls in tight wet t-shirts in a cold environment. It'll make any man do anything)
4) Going to Sem 4 and taking it easy for a while
5) Checking out cute looking juniors in the library (for any medical school, this is pretty damn rare)*
6) Making a fortress out of my stationaries
7) Irritating Jaslyn
8) Making Chia Qi laugh
9) Picturing how certain celebrities would look in their birthday suits
10)Performing wrestling moves in my head and try to utilize them on Jamie

* I may get lambasted and lampooned by this statement but the male population of IMU would highly agree with me.

Fear for the Country

We live in the 21st century, most of you reading this blog (I hope you guys are) have seen two millenniums come and gone. The world as we know it is getting smaller and smaller by the day. Technology a has advanced to the point that communications among continents is merely a 100bps away using Streamyx and believe it or not its still going strong.

In the near future there will be no need for expensive surgery because the field of medicine has improved so much in the past decade that through primary prevention, the disease can never occur in the first place.

I could go on with countless of other examples but it will only detract you from the true topic i wish to bring up.

As any proper Malaysian with a decent knowledge about Malaysian politics, I feel like I need to express my views. Though not many people may read this blog I would type down my views here as an outlet for my dissatisfaction.

The Malaysian government has for almost 2 whole generations now implemented the NEP or the New Economic Policy which in its previous incarnations called the NDP or New Development Policy, Hell in a Cell, Penis in the Anus. Oops sorry sidetracked again. Regardless of the of what its called, it basically has the same meaning. Its main purpose is to provide the bumiputrans head start in the world of academics and business. Quotas for local universities are set specifically to allocate places to bumiputrans than non-bumiputrans. Locally run non-bumiputran companies worth RM 1 million or more requires at least a 18.9% of its total shares must be given to a bumiputran.

Hishammudin Hussien defended the NEP by quoting from a study stating that the Malays need 120 years to achieve income parity. But to all fairness that study was a local study and its quality should be questioned. He added by saying with every RM1 a Malay earned a Chinese would earn RM1.64.

As a half bumiputran (my mum is an Orang Ulu), and a Christian, I understand the need to help our fellow man. There are legitimate bumiputras out there that truly need the governments help but sadly they are ignored. I believe that the NEP is nothing more than another government sanctioned get-rich-scheme intended to fatten up some politicians already stuffed-to-the-seams, cash loaded wallet.

I strongly condemn the policies of UMNO right now. Contradicting to what they hope to achieve which is a strong, united and advanced race we call Malaysians that will stand proud and tall in this world, they have driven a wedge between the races. It strangely resembled the divide and conquer strategy used by the British a century ago. Not only do they discriminate amongst races they do so among religions too. Churches, Temples and other places of worship which are not Islamic have either been torn down, delayed in approval for permit, or denied completely. They hold the power of fear over the citizens of Malaysia, either by rattling a keris or saying the Black Date, May 13, subtly they have set each and everyone of us at our throats thinking that if we're too busy noticing stuff like that, imagine all the crap they can get away with behind the curtains.

If that is not enough, politicians in Malaysia are no stranger to cronyism. Cronyism is basically the awarding of gifts by a master to his pet monkeys oops i meant followers. By doing so they are driving those truly talented individuals regardless of what blood flows through their vessels. Be it Iban, Kadazan, Kayan, Malay, Chinese, Melanau, Peranakan, Bidayuh, Murut, Indian, Orang Asli, Penans, Punans, Kelabits, Lun Bawang, Hindi ..... (notice how rich our country is in culture?) as long as you're not connected to the right person your dream will never come true.

The biggest aspect of the government's policy that truly disgusts me is the fact that they like or should I say obsessed in portraying a Bumiputran as a weakling being "oppressed by the other immigrant races". Tun Mahathir was the only UMNO politician who openly blasted those bumiputrans who refused to walk on their own two feet and are insistent on the government aides akin to a paralyzed man is to crutches. The rest saw this as a way to win votes. The long term effect is disastrous. Young bumiputrans will learn that they don't need to work for money because the government would take care of them. They can just sit at home and "shake leg" and let the money flow. As this happens, more and more non-bumiputran will migrate to neighboring countries either out of disgust or survival, usually its the latter.

I do not regard myself as a racist because I can't afford to be one. One cannot hate half of himself. I'm proud to be Malaysian and the only reason I said what I had to say is because the situation is going to reach a boiling point and we can still prevent it from happening.

Malaysia is a place like no other, and we can make it as a developed country, but not without the help of every single person out there regardless of race and religion. We need to do away with these stupid and brainless ideas like Proton Protection, Approved Permits, Cronyism, the Quota System and sending a Malaysian astronaut to the moon to play "batu seremban", paint batik and make teh tarik.

Lastly remember that the love for a country and the love for the government doesn't always mean the same thing.

P.S. If I had said anything that hurt the feelings of anyone, I apologize.

10 Things To Do When You're Bored At Vista

Hello again guys, as some of you may know, I've been alone in my apartment for the past week. Besides attempting to study and watching movies on my laptop, I have come up with the top 10 things I did during the whole 7 days. May it be a guide to those who are too stupid to go back home during the holidays when they actually can.

1)Downloading explicit material from the Internet

2)Reading up profiles of professional wrestlers who no longer appears on WWE shows

3)Perfecting the DX crotch chop (view pictures)

4)Trying various expressions of the Art of Flipping Off the Finger (view pictures)

5) Randomly adding hot looking girls on my Friendster even though I don't know them personally (check this one out http://www.friendster.com/27959339)

6) Performing 50 push ups nonstop (I only got to 32 before collapsing)

7) Taking endless pictures of myself (due to the nature of the photos I have taken the liberty of not publishing them on Friendster due to the mature contents, plus it should be on Playgirl anyway)

8) Attempting to mate a lizard I captured with a cockroach in order to breed a super species of pests that I will train to be my eternal servents for world domination

9) Wondering who in my batch could possibly be gay ... all eyes on our favorite Streptococcus

10)Making and completing of the Top 10 most Hottest Girls (single and taken) in M205 which shall never ever be revealed (with the exception to the Band of Brothers because I love each and everyone of you ..... in a non-gay way, more like the way Elnis der Mar loves Jack Twist errr... you get the picture)

DBP given power to fine: The Cabinet has given the Dewan Bahasa & Pustaka (DBP) the power to advise and fine anyone not using the national language co

I seriously think that this step in attempting to "preserve" our national language is utterly unnecessary. Bahasa Malaysia is a wonderful language no doubt, but it is a relatively young language which still borrows certain terms from English. The ministry should not spend our limited funds by hiring "officers" to ensure that our national language is not being misused. Furthermore changing well known names such as Boulevard to Lebuh Perdana for the sake of Bahasa Malaysia is a rather for lack of a better word stupid.

If one were to really improve on our National Language, we need to start from the beginning. Through education the government and DBP can form a strong foundation in today’s youth in Bahasa Malaysia.

The key to it is to make learning the language fun, only then would they have interest in it. Having some traditional Malay folk stories such as Pak Pandir and legends such as the adventures of Hang Tuah and his friends would surely help cultivate a life long interest in the Malay language.

Next would be on the quality rather than the quantity of shows shown on national television using Bahasa Malaysia. Most of the programmes shown are local soap operas of very unrealistic characters and scenarios that are unheard of in Malaysia.

The reason why most Penangites or Kuchingites who are mostly Hokkien-speaking can catch Cantonese is due to the Cantonese soap operas shown on TV. By applying this method, indirectly television can be used as a tool to help improve our Bahasa Malaysia. The only thing now is that we lack good story lines, dialogues and a decent set of actors and actresses.

In my humble opinion, Datuk Seri Rais Yatim isn't doing our National Language any favors by advising or fining those individuals who do not use the language properly. We all can't be grammatically correct all the time cannot we? (Note the example). Instead he is driving a wedge between the people and the language itself. A mixture between English and Malay, Hokkien and Malay, Tamil and Malay, Iban and Malay, Kadazan and Malay languages is inevitable. It is sometimes used not only for communication purposes but also for business (i.e. the presentation of products on signboards) If the good Datuk were to fine these entrepreneurs how is this going to help the growth of our country? The common folk whose command of the language is substandard at best would be further estranged by it.

What the good Datuk should do is to reward those businessmen or individuals who portray Bahasa Malaysia CORRECTLY. Trust me if he were to do this our National Language would be strengthened. It is much better to win others by love rather by force in a delicate matter such as this.

P.S the author is currently very bored and has plenty of time on his hands and is sick of surfing through the naughty sites.

Creationism and Christianity

Gone are the days where the Church openly persecutes men and women of science by burning them on stakes and declaring the heretics. However, the clergy has brought this battle between Science and Religion into the boardroom, the courts of justice and yes, even the classrooms.

This so-called war has been going about since God knows when and both sides have a lot to say about countless of issues. Some seem trivial like whether or not the use of caffeine will endanger your immortal soul to the tearing claws of Hell’s demons, others involves matters of life and death such as stem cell research.

However to avoid getting bombarded from both sides I have picked a particular topic that is rather idiotic to say the least. I would like to have a say about this new thing called Creationism.

When it comes to the origin of where life comes from and how ugly monkeys called homo sapiens came about, 10% of the world believes that we are created by a divine being which most of us define as God, 15% of us believe in a theory sprouted up by a biologist/ecologist named Charles Darwin ( though recent research showed that Darwin’s work isn’t exactly his own work ) and the rest of us couldn’t give a rat’s ass where we come from because we have too much crap to deal with right now. Ok maybe I lied about the statistics but you get the point.

In 2004 President Bush made it compulsory for Intelligent Design (Creationism to you and me) to be thought side by side with Evolution so that they may “understand both sides of the story”. Now Creationism is rather tedious to explain so I’ll simplify matters by cutting to the chase so that you can relate to my argument. It basically says dinosaurs and men lived side by side until the big flood came and Noah had to save a pair of each animal as written in the Old Testament.

Laugh if you must but there are literally a few hundred thousands I dare say believes this is true and that number is growing day by day. Carbon testing shows that the bones from the last age of the dinosaurs the Cretaceous Period dates back to at least 65 million years ago.

Anyone who knows American history would also know that the U.S.A was founded by men of Enlightenment. Men who are by the very nature curious about the secular world and wishes to examine everything and anything under the sun. Benjamin Franklin is an excellent example of one of those men.

In the New World they were relatively free from the religious persecution from both the Protestant and Catholic Church. They were free to discover more about science. Some like Lewis and Clark were funded by President Thomas Jefferson for an overland expedition to the Pacific coast and back. They were to label and categorise as many animals and plants along the way. Even the manliest of presidents, President Theodore Roosevelt took a keen interest in classifying birds (though he shot them first before actually doing it).

Now the question is, how did this great country go from being one that encourages research and discovery of new scientific advancement to a country that encourages the little ones to think that some time ago their ancestors rode on a cute baby triceratops to go to work?

You see Christians in general have a certain belief, I quote this from Esquire, in Christianity, the uneducated is prefered to educated. We would rather believe in something that cannot be explained using logic and common sense rather than cold hard evidence.

President Bush was pressured by the Christian fundalmentalist who were afraid that the country was getting too secular. Instead of coming up with a proper way to explain the true meaning of Christianity, they chose a pathway which they think can relate to the young (hence the uneducated) and the young can help spread the enthusiasm to their parents and the vicious cycle continues. Those fundalmentalist are afraid that the book of Genesis would hold no weight against the countless of research done by paleontologists throughout the ages. What makes me sick is the fact that they think that they can bundle up Creationism into some lab coat and call it Intelligent Design and assume it will make a difference. Frankly speaking, it does.

This is history repeating itself. 500 years ago during the time of Galileo Galilei (February 15,1564 till January 8 1642) the Catholic Church held him under house arrest and nearly excommunicated him and declaring him a heretic. The reason? He said that the Earth travels around the Sun (heliocentric) instead of the other way around which was defended by the Church because they think that the Earth is the centre of the universe and everything else orbits around it. Wow how far have we gone since then.

I am not a perfect example of a Christian. I have my faults and learning every single day how to overcome them. But however I do believe that being a Christian means that you believe in God and you believe in Christ. When you believe in something or anything in that matter, you know that the best is expected from you. The Good Lord gave us a mind to use, so let us use it in a productive way. As Christians we should explore our own faith, push its boundaries to its very limits and listening to what other Christians regardless of denomination before telling someone off because he or she questions about our religion. We must not take everything from the Bible literally because basically the Bible is written by Men and though the message from above may be crystal clear, the effector may not function as efficient enough. To put in simpler terms, don't follow blindly.

I am proud to be a Christian and proud that the fact that many scientific advances has been done by men of religion. However, regardless of what moral and intergrity is to any of you, scientific discoveries in any field should only be used for the benefit of mankind and not its destruction.

Each of us was put in this world for a particular reason. Some of us are lucky enough to find out our purpose here on Earth and will work long and hard to see it accomplished. Yet there are some who are still in limbo when it comes to deciding what is going on and what to do with their lives.

Although I have found what I want to do with my life, at times I feel like I don’t have a clue what is going on and why certain events occur. I don’t think that I’m the only one having these thoughts running through my mind. I’m pretty damn sure that you do too.

Sometimes I see the need of planning and order when it comes to certain important and delicate matters. Other times I couldn’t really care about planning and throw all caution to the wind and be surprised by the outcome (and paid for it for more than one occasion let me assure you).

Like I said, I agree that in certain situations, planning and logic is essential. Then again I read this book written by Malcolm Gladwell entitled “Blink”. This book is about making snap decisions and the reasoning behind it. In this book, he said that sometimes too much information can do more harm than good. It may be planning to buy a piece of clothing or hiring a person for an important position in your company to even winning a war.

So I was wondering whether I could apply this knowledge from this book into my everyday life. I am fully aware that in my particular choice of a career, snap decisions can get you fired, even arrested for patient negligence. But believe it or not, snap decisions do apply even to medicine. Google up Goldman’s Equation on the internet if you don’t believe me.

However we have to look at the negative side of making snap decisions. Warren Harding, became the President of the

United States

in the fall of 1920. Many of his supporters agreed that Harding would make a great president and due to that they unanimously put his name up for the presidential candidacy. The thing is that they thought he would be a ‘great-looking’ president. Here is a picture of him for you judge for yourselves.

Historians however think otherwise. Warren Harding after 2 years as the President of the United States before dying of stroke, was regarded as the worst president in American history which now is rivaled by the current one (in my humble opinion).

There were a lot of mistakes where I wished I could turn back the hands of time and make it right again. Most of these things involved me acting too soon or too late. I believe that a Higher Power has placed me and everyone else here for some particular purpose to fulfill. At times we may feel that we get thrown off track due to some stupid decisions we made either by thinking too long before acting or not making them snappy enough. I believe that to make the right decisions, one must hear the point of views from the experts and layman but trust in one’s instinct when making the final decision.

Mellowing

You know, there was a time when I felt like I could do just about anything I want. It was as if I had something inside of me that fueled me to do things that are at times, rather unethical and unjust. It took away my conscience and my sense of morality (if there ever was one). It made me say and did things I regretted.

With a clear mind and roughly three cups of extra strong coffee, I can know see the reason why I acted this way.

I was fueled by anger.

Anger is an emotion which can be both beneficial or catastrophic. In my case it was more of the latter.

The reason why I was so angry, well that’s another story to tell for another time. The story that I am about to tell is how anger helped me and at the same time took quite a lot from me both emotionally and mentally.

In the beginning, anger helped me zone out all other emotions and sense of helplessness when I felt it at its worst not too long ago. Some how I feel that somewhere down the line, I may need to call upon it again when the time comes.

Anyway, as I let my anger run its course unchecked, I realized that although it acted as a shield against the so-called ‘sappy emotions’ it also prevented me in experiencing many other things in life that are both wonderful and worthwhile.

Being angry took its toll on me. I was feeling tired day in and day out especially when I’m away from my family. I was driven by this force to get what I want no matter what the cost, and often to tell the truth, I seldom did achieve what I desired.

For two years of letting something so small cause so much anger is pretty stupid and it shows.

This so called ‘shield’ caused me to not exactly alienate myself from other people but rather to keep my distance from them. I was wary about everybody and everything. I was worried about people finding out my weaknesses. Because if they do find out, a lot of pain together with a lot of anger is involved and the whole vicious cycle begins again.

Lately when I hear myself talk, (boast if you will) about certain things like picking up chicks and stuff, I stop and thought to myself “What the hell am I saying?”. I don’t know nuts about maintaining a relationship.

All I know, is how to smile, compliment a girl on her dress/ear rings/ necklace/shoes/etc, ask how is she doing, hope she had a great day and if my game is on, charm her and make her laugh and my lame jokes.

Through observation if you will, I noticed that a relationship is based on a lot of communication and to build that bridge you need to have a lot of trust between the two.

How do I relate this to anger? Well anger like I said earlier on, acts as a shield against certain aspects. One of which is trust.

I no longer have the ability to fully trust another person, especially if it’s a girl I really like. Sure it may protect me, but in the long run I’m going to feel a whole lot of suffering.

Quite recently though, I felt that I have mellowed down a lot. I don’t tend to feel the pressure to make an impression on any girl I see. Hey its not like I’m getting gay or anything like that, I just don’t get the point. Like why should I care if a girl is interested in me or not? If they are, then good ( and might I say that they have rather good taste, hahaha ). If they don’t then so what? Is it the end of the world? Hell no!! There are other mountains to climb and feats of mythical proportions to fulfill.

So allow me to tell you what I’m going to do. I’m just going to be myself and act as a proper gentleman and treat a girl with both respect and courtesy. Maybe with some luck I may be a nicer person to everyone I meet and I perhaps actually be a good guy, impossible as it seems. Most importantly though, I will no longer let anger control my life. However, I will use it as a tool when the situation requires it. Finally, by golly if it takes years, then years it shall be, I will learn to trust a girl that I genuinely like (and not for her body and a pretty face mind you) and maybe start a real, honest-to-goodness relationship.

But till then I’m still single, and I have certain obligations to fulfill ….. if you detect the aroma of my culinary efforts. Haha

Till next time

P.S: If this strategy fails then there is always that mail order bride available on the

Internet.

Orientation

Orientation

Hello guys, this is my first entry since I got back. It has been a while since my previous entry but I was kind of busy with the M106 orientation being an orientation officer for a group.

Some say orientation is redundant and a waste of time, I for one disagree with that. Sure it may be messy, tiring and not to mention a minute amount of bitterness involved, but it is also an opportunity for senior students to get acquainted with the new ones.

Most importantly it is for the juniors to get to know one another.

I for one had fun being an OO together with Sathya, Suren, Rahel and Prya. Together we were in charge of a group of great, sporting juniors which I know will turn up to be even better friends in the near future. Although we didn't win orientation, we had a good time and hell we didn't do that bad now did we?

After a long one-month holiday away from them and the rest of the guys makes me kind of miss my batch. There, I said it and it didn't make me any gayer now does it? (Although I don't think that is scientifically possible).

Though I still wish I could be home with my family and eat REAL food and drive my own car and have my own internet connection, reliving hell, err ... orientation again with the new batch has been a great experience.

Plus I got to meet a few hot chicks! Haha

With a week to go before going back to study mode and getting out of slacker mode I decided to spend it wisely. Namely watching

South

Park

and House MD.

Till next time

Changes ...

You know, I have been thinking about a few changes lately. Its no secret that I have a weakness for pretty women as all red-blooded males do and lets face it I can turn on the ol' Seb charm if I want a favour out from someone. In this Game of picking up chicks, I guess I'm doing pretty damn well, (yeah the ego is talking again)

Then, I saw something that changed my perspective a bit.

Yeah, Sarah Michelle Gellers cleavage ... err ... I mean Cruel Intentions.

This has to be one of the best movies of all time. Great plot with brilliant dialogue and a cast of talented actors performed the story splendidly. Plus the main character here is Sebastian.

Anyway back to the point. In this film, Sebastian played by Ryan Phillipe is the ULTIMATE PLAYER in the game. His conquests are legendary. His hot half-sister Catherine, played by Sarah Michelle Geller is the only woman he hasn't slept with and she knows it. So they made a bet. If Sebby could seduce the pricipal's daughter ( Reece Witherspoon ) then Seb gets Cat in bed. If he loses then Catherine gets his Porche. Along the way some minor subplots here and there. Seb falls in love with Witherspoon's character and decides to change his ways.

Now what happens ..... hmmm.... just after he turned over a new leaf to be this one-woman-man BOOM!! He gets hit by a car and goes to Playa' Heaven.

Should I mend my flirty ways and focus on one girl? Sigh give me a moment to think about it....
Ok that roughly was a moment and my answer is :

Yes, I really want to change my ways and be a mature person and get serious in a good, solid relationship with a nice, pretty girl I really like. Something like this guy in this pic.

If you believed that then you would believe that Chelsea would have a chance in the EPL if Roman Abramovich didn't pump in his ill-gotten cash into a dying club.

And why should I? I enjoy being single and being able to dance with any girl I see on the dance floor. And as sure as hell, I enjoy not having someone to answer to if I have a great-guys out with the boys. I'm young and maybe one day, one fateful day I'll repent and see the errors of my ways and be a true one-woman-man. But right now I wanna live my life to the fullest and be a ladies-gentleman, like this dude below.

Flower In The Wind

Yeah I know, I'm a few days late but I might as well share this with you guys.

Once a year on this special day,
Couples and friends express what they say,
To someone so special, someone so dear,
To lose them is something we fear,

Today I make a wish and hope it comes true,
This little wish does concern you,
There isn't a day that goes by,
That I don't realize how lucky am I,

To get to know such a wonderful girl,
That could make any guy the happiest in the world,
With a radiant smile,
Which makes everyday worth while,

With a beautiful pair of eyes,
That will bring about any man's demise,
A wonderful body with a beautiful mind,
In other words you are simply divine,

Alas we are only good friends,
Let us hope it shall never end,
So go on out enjoy with your Valentine's,
For I have already found mine.

Why Men Cheat

"It is better to make love to same woman a thousand times than to make love with a thousand women" - Anonymous

OK, I did some research on this before actually writing this entry and just for the record I neither condone cheating nor will I try to defend it. This entry is merely my view of it. I may get some heat from quite a few people especially from the XX community ( and maybe the gay ones too ).

Cheating. Ah what a crime, to abuse the trust of someone who worships the ground you walk on. Why do men cheat? Do they have something to prove by flirting (or sleeping) with every girl they see even though he has that special someone is thinking of him 24/7.

In my humble opinion (damn I love that intro) we have to look at this in a scientific approach. Around 250,000 thousand years ago, nasty little apes who we now refer to as homo sapiens came about. After the migration out of Africa, these apes started forming groups. These populations started to grow and some sort of social hierarchy, each individual is given certain tasks according to their physical attributes. The males being relatively larger, stronger and faster than the females started to hunt for wild animals, fish and collect whatever edible plants the forest had to offer depending on the geographical location and of course passing down his genes to his offspring. The females being smaller and had to rely on their minds rather than their body in order to survive had duties as well. They are more suited to giving birth, tending to their children and husband preparing the food and a little agriculture.

Lets fast forward to the present. Many a great nation has risen and fallen, countless of great events have come to past and the WWF has changed its name to WWE (sorry I just had to add it). We have come a long way from being those nasty apes that think they can control the weather by sacrificing small animals. Oh no my friends, now we have the Green House effect to finish the job once and for all.

Women and men's roles in society have drastically changed since then. In developed and most developing countries, women are highly educated and hold high positions in various establishments. Somehow despite the hectic work load and a busy social life, most women find the time to settle down and have children, and to raise the them up to be the generation of the future. Due to major strides in the field of science, men's role in reproduction is decreased. Single ladies who are not looking into a relationship or lesbians who would love to experience the joys of childbirth and raising one of the most precious gift available can go for artificial insemination. They only need to pick the kind of genes they wish their child to have and bada-bing-bada-boom, life.

Men on the other hand, does not have to hunt for food in most developed countries. But his most important task is to pass down his genetic information to his offspring to ensure that part of him lives on forever.

You could say that it is in his genes to cheat or his instincts in that matter. A shark swims, eats and makes baby sharks, instincts. Men want to sire a progeny of their massive numbers (fancy words to replace screwing around), instincts.

Sneer all you want but deep down in your guts, you know its true. Monogamy is totally against nature, seriously have you ever seen a male lion mating with one specific lioness? That dirty bastard mates with ALL the lionesses and that is after he murders all the cubs of his predecessor.

Back to point here, it doesn't matter what you wanna call it, men of modern times have lost one important role in life and do you think for one solitary second that he wishes to loose the other one? The ratio of males to females is almost equal and by the look of things is going to decrease further.

Listen, I told you earlier that I won't condone cheating in any form. A man, a 'real man' doesn't prove his manhood by the number of girlfriends he has or the 'countless' women he sleeps with. He proves himself by treating all women regardless of how they look with respect. He proves his worth by controlling his urges when seeing a hot looking chick in a night club if he is in a relationship. A man can rightfully call himself so by trying his best to make a relationship work or if worst comes to worst try to be cordial even after the relationship ends depending on the situation. Lastly a true man must always cherish his relationship with his wife or girlfriend and protect her from harm. Remember, no matter how gender roles are reversed, one thing always remains the same. A woman is allowed to make mistakes but a man can afford none.

Happy Valentines Day!

Wrestlin'

Hey, hey!! Its no secret that I love sports entertainment. I have been a fan of it since I was twelve and no matter where I am, I always find the time to watch Raw on Astro. Laugh as much as you want but I'm not ashamed to admit my fondness for the WWE.

Sure it may seem kinda gay with these muscular, sculpted bodies in thights groping each in sometimes an inappropriate manner but hey it has its pros as well.

Professional wrestling is Men's answer to soap drama with the addition of steel chairs and sledgehammers. It has drama and suspense told in a unique way. Each match that takes place in the squared circle tells a story. It may be planed prior to the match but nontheless it needs individuals with a certain amount of intelligence, charisma, athletism and a high degree of pain threshold to perfom these 'stunts' night in and night out.

Somehow that alone is not enough to make wrestling the phenomenon it is today. Storylines that appeals to the male demographic too plays an important role in selling the product.

Some people view sports-entertainment as two steroid filled monkeys jumping up and down inside the ring in their leotards. But let me assure you its much more than that. The stuff they do in and out of the ring is simply amazing.

Art Of Not Giving A Damn

Gong Xi Fa Chai there people. Welcome to another edition of the Metrosexual. You know, I've been watching quite a few violent movies lately the 18SG genre to be more specific and I think I've become slowly desensitized to carnage.

This brings me back to an article I read a while ago about a soldier in the battle field. This young private was walking the war torn terrain, when he passed by a corpse of a young boy with half his body horribly burned and his ribs sticking out of his chest. He paused and wept uncontrollably, somehow he managed to regain his composure and continued his journey. Next he came across a body of a grown man with his upper right limb missing and his entire body riddled with bullets. He did stop and shed tears and then walked on. After a few hundred meters, he saw a house, destroyed by a tank during the previous battle, the occupants were all dead with debris lodged into every part of their bodies. The private did stop, took his helmet off as a sign of respect and marched on. The next gruesome spectacle he saw was a pile of bodies, mostly women and children with bullet wounds and part of their bodies blown to pieces, he shook his head with dismay and continued his journey.

You see, with every new violent and gruesome scene, our soldier here is slowly learing to not give a damn. You could say that he is being systemically desensitized to all the massacre and killings then again I'm repeating myself. You may think that this guy is being heartless, but in truth being heartless saves him a lifetime of suffering and guilt.

In everyday life, this does happen. There is so much horror in this world that we tend to block it out or deny its existence. Some of us do it better than others, this art. I call it an art because it is one, it is a skill that needs to be learned, mastered, improved on. And this art is the art of not giving a damn.

Don't get me wrong here, there is a fine line of not giving a damn and being a jerk. For I am the master of the latter and a student of the former. Being a jerk simply means hurting people for the sake of hurting people and getting a kick out of it. Not giving a damn can be defined as going about doing your everyday business without bothering what people say about you or what they want to do to you as long as it doesn't harm others.

Like I said not giving a damn helps deal with the reality of our world. But, it has an upside to it as well. Write this little formula down guys, it helps tremendously

Not Giving a Damn = Sex Appeal

Let me break it down for you, to a lady, there is nothing more attractive than a guy (who she is partially interested in) that doesn't seem to give a damn about her. Trust me my brothers, this is the oldest trick in the book and has worked almost every time, not from my own experience (like I have any) but from years of observing those who play the game better than the average guy. Girls crawl all over them like ants on honey. These guys aren't very good looking but somehow they can command the attention of women some of us dream of having.

This art requires precise timing and control. Too little or too much may slip the balance, she'll think that you're a jerk and you loose your chance to score. So I've compiled a list of things that will differentiate the art of not giving a damn and being a jerk:

Being a Jerk:
1) Staring at any part of her anatomy besides her eyes.
2) Comment her on how she has so many curves and you have no breaks. You know what I mean.
3) Forgot her name
4) Totally ignore her best friend
5) Insult her race/religion/beliefs either knowingly or otherwise
6) Keep looking at your watch every few minutes when she is talking to you
7) Mention anything about your one-eyed, purple headed, blue veined trouser trout
8) Hinting her to "pet" your one-eyed, purple headed, blue veined trouser trout
9) Pointing to any part of her body and asking "Are those real?"
10) Trying to portray yourself as something that you're not (ok I ran out of ideas, pardon my cliche advice)

Art of not giving a damn:
1) Talk not only to her but to her entire estrogen fueled posse
2) Listen to what she is saying, pretend you don't care then surprising her by with facts about her you some how remember when the moment is right. (Chicks love this)
3) Be very interested in her at one moment and appear to be bored with her the next.
4) Walk up to her and touch her erogenous zones (no, you pervert not THAT), what I meant are her wrists, ear and back of her neck then walk away.
5) Tease her and not apologize (not till she cries mind you)
6) Tell her how hot she is without freaking her out (this one is a little hard to pull off without getting slapped)
7) Allow some degree of vulgarity when speaking to her
8) Make fun of yourself as to show you don't have something shoved up your rectum
9) Look into her eyes when she speaks to you, you don't have to listen to every word she says but she'll assume you comprehend
10) Ignore the first nine advices and be yourself

Now isn't this a waste of your time? Well if you do have more time to waste, my blog will always be open to you guys, of course there are other *ahem* sites but at least mine is legal ..... for the time being.

Till next time. Bye!

Acceptance, Realization and Repentance

Acceptance, Realization and Repentance

Sometimes when you get real bored and you start wondering about the events that occurred in your life. How sometimes these events bring you great happiness and joy other times bitterness and tears. When I look back at the things I did in the past, I recalled a quote that went

“I don’t regret my actions, but I feel its consequences”.

Anonymous

Yeah I guess that dude is right. Life is just too short to dwell on the past, but then again the past shapes the present and the latter forms the future one way or another.

I’ve been thinking about what I did in my own past. A stroll down memory lane if you will, stopping by a few corridors and visited a few memories I am fond of, avoiding those of the opposite.

Now, I’m a strong believer that everything happens for a reason. These occasions in my life, anybody’s life doesn’t happen by accident. It must have some meaning or purpose. It’s not my intention to sound like Agent Smith in the Matrix, but you have to agree to what I’ve said just now. Everything has a purpose. Everything.

I’ve experienced a lot of highs and lows in my short twenty years, most of them occurring in my late teens. I’m sure that I’ll go through much more, but right now I would like to focus on what I’ve been through.

Love is a wonderful gift is it not? It’s a funny kind of emotion. Unlike anger, frustration, pain or ambition, it gives no motivation that would allow us to succeed in this superficial world. It brings happiness, yes it’s true, but then again it brings us sadness like we never felt before. It is almost like we are dependent on it, like some recreational drug. Once you’ve tried it you’ll be hooked. Not only does your body crave for it, so do your mind and most importantly your soul. You can’t live without that person. You need that person to be with you. You need to know whether he or she is safe from the dangers of our cruel world. You want to touch that person. You want to smell that person. You want to taste that person. Last but not least you want that person to have those same desires for you.

Imagine what that could do to anyone. People are willing to literally kill for love. You may deny it, but when Cupid’s venomous arrow has pierced you and left its ugly wound you’ll jump on my bandwagon. Love is a powerful tool that can mould a person, in more ways than one.

I have always self-proclaimed myself as the Ultimate Player amongst friends. But that really is all in jest. Sure I have all the ‘knowledge’ I obtained while observing my other playa’ buddies turn on the charm to err… charm the girls into falling into their arms and those countless ‘research’ from FHM and Cleo combined, but what do I lack?

I’ll tell you what I lack. I lacked the courage to be rejected. Rejection and I don’t get along too well. I’m the sort of person who will stop at almost nothing to get what I want or die trying.

Remember what I said about purpose? I think being rejected too has a purpose in life. Let us see the pros and cons to this shall we?

Pros:

1) I learned not to go for a girl sole based on her body ….. I must also look at her face.

2) Sometimes its best to let some things go

3) Learned not to be too choosy (A friend told me this)

4) My wallet is still half filled

5) My weekends are my own

6) Answering to absolutely no one

7) Being single and loving it!

8) Learned not to reveal too much of myself to anyone

9) Became a little bit wiser

10) I get to flirt around with any girl I want, anytime, anywhere! Hahah!!

Cons:

1) A heart that’s grown colder

2) A personality that got meaner

3) A mind that has turned twisted and demented at times

4) The ability to not trust anyone

5) Envious to anybody who has that special someone

6) Plenty of latent anger

7) Bitterness

8) Unforgiving and merciless when encountering betrayal

9) Having a black hole within one’s soul which will stay there for a long time

10) Broken heart and the tendency to break the hearts of others.

Well I’ve listed the pros and cons. I don’t know if my view on getting rejected will be the same as yours, but to tell you the truth I don’t care.

I’ve not only accepted what rejection has done to me and to be honest, I appreciate it. One cannot survive in this cruel world without anger, ambition, and a sick mind.

Till then, have a nice life.

For Women of All Ages

You know, sometimes I just don't get women. I have grown up in a predominantly female environment. I among other guys should know more about women, but then again like other guys I get lost trying to figure them out. There is so much for us to know about them. So many questions I would like to ask and to understand what lies between their ears. Even if we do get answers it would be so crypted that even the most sophisticated code breaking machine ever designed by man would come to a complete meltdown.
Why do they want to make it so hard for us? There are plenty of decent guys out there but some how or another we always get brushed off for another of our species that has the tendency to treat them lower than whale sh*t. What is so intriguing about guys who act like jerks? They'll just charm her, get her, break her heart, dump her and go after her sister/cousin/best friend/worst enemy/mum. You get the picture.
Call me a whinner if you must, but those same girls who get their hearts torn to shreads will use US as their safety nets. They'll come to us for pity, reassurance and cheering up. When they're hearts are mended and patched they get swept off their feet by another jerk who treats them like dirt and the whole damn process starts over again.
Sure, we get a reputation for being a "nice guy" among the girls. You know, the guy who is "understanding" and "caring". And that "guy" will forever be the safety net for other women who got her cardiovascular pump stomped on by some insensitive S.O.B. He'll never be known as relationship material by the girls. He'll be looked upon as a younger/older brother or a "best friend" who has little or no chance of sparking something special with anybody because he's too much of a nice guy to break someone's heart if the inevitable occurs.
I used to think that this is just a phase most girls go through. Then it'll stop when she reaches her 20s. But man oh man I've been proven wrong countless of times.
Looks like I've been up too long. Before I get long winded about this I would just like to say to those women out there who are looking for the perfect guy. He's not the guy playing in a rock band, or some super-successful tycoon. He is the guy who'll care for you and love you as who you really are regardless of anything else. I know its hard to find a guy like that and women would go through trial and error countless of times before finding him but at the end of the day will he be worth it?
Bottom line: Give us decent guys a chance. Who knows? We may pleasantly suprise you.

Welcome one, welcome all!!

Hey, hey!! Finally the blog bug has gotten to me. I have been reading kenny sia's blog and decided to start my own waste of time blog. Now, most people are confused on what a metrosexual really is. Some have the impression that a metro is a guy who is a homosexual, others describe him as a fashion conscious freak and many have the idea that he is a good-for-nothing pretty boy.

Well being a metrosexual in some ways I found out that the explaination given above is absolutely untrue. ( Well as good-for-nothing-pretty-boys are concerned this particular definition applies to David Beckham .... lousy good for nothing "Captain" of England why I ought to ....). Anyhoo, the most "politically correct" definition of a pretty boy metrosexual is described as follows :

" The typical metrosexual is a young man living in or within easy reach of a metropolis because that's where all the best shops, clubs, gyms and hairdressers are ... he has taken himself as his own love object and pleasure as his sexual preference"

Hmmm.... rather heavy stuff to eh?

To boil it all down, a metro is a straight guy fastidious in appearance, in touch with his feminine side and lives in an urban area.

There, now you have it. Now don't you go mistaking a metro from a homo. Metros are people to you know and you have absolutely no idea how insulting *sobing* it is when about 60% of the girls you meet *blows nose* think you are gay at first sight. *wailing*

Oh where was I? Anyway to avoid such uncomfortable situations, I Mr Metrosexual himself has invented a way to distinguish a metro from a homo using visual aids.

Comparison #1

This is a flaming homosexual.

This is a damn metrosexual.

Comparison #2

(Liberace)
This is a homosexual.

This is a metrosexual. ( Damn you Timberlake !!!)

and now the final comparison ...

This is a homosexual.

This is a metrosexual.

Alrighty then I guess this has been a waste of your time rather educational experiance. But before we part I would like to state one thing clear. I hold no grudge against homosexuals. I consider them as human beings and in my mind they should be treated as so.