Okay, this isn't my 100th post because I've just deleted one to make room for this .. Mmm .. I was procrastinating on YouTube (as usual) and I just had to had to had to post these .. There are two men in this whole wide world I'd like to rip apart and ... stuff .. and one of them is Daniel Craig. I can't believe I disliked him at the beginning (and now I'm just plain obsessed .. damn!)
Anyway ..
.. and some more, very very old interviews:
! Pure Bliss !
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Chuvinism & The Indian-subcontinent
Very recently (just yesterday in fact), I was told by this one individual (Dara - a 26 year old male from Calcutta) to get my anger down or I shall be subjected to his rape. This was left in my comment box 32 times (which I individually cleaned up due to the ample time I have on my hands) :
' I'LL FUCK U 'BRUTALLY'??? so that U'LL GET UR ANGER DOWN!! '
Is it then a wonder why so many women in our rich-cultured-Indian subcontinent (or so the Western tourism tells me everyday) are regularly abused/raped/assaulted as a child, as a teenager and as a wife?
' I'LL FUCK U 'BRUTALLY'??? so that U'LL GET UR ANGER DOWN!! '
Is it then a wonder why so many women in our rich-cultured-Indian subcontinent (or so the Western tourism tells me everyday) are regularly abused/raped/assaulted as a child, as a teenager and as a wife?
It is natural to blame lack of education for such acts (here in the west, crime of any kind is usually attributed to no education/under education and poverty). But lets not blame poverty for the reason a man would come home and beat/rape his wife, molest his daughters and assault his mother (he is more likely to stab someone and flee with their money as a result of poverty, this author thinks). Lets not blame lack of education/under education for such acts either, because you only need to see this 'Dara' example - who is in fact conventionally educated and holds a decent job APPARENTLY in the science industry and the mentality he holds to nullify that blame. So, what then do you blame for such behaviour?
Frankly, I have no idea. Perhaps 'Dara' can tell us. Perhaps 'Dara' can also tell us exactly why the thought of using sex to dominate over another person's emotions and their expression is so predominant in an Indian-subcontinental male. Perhaps 'Dara' can also answer exactly what kind of education he was given by his parents, his society and his educational institution. Perhaps 'Dara' could also be kind enough to enlighten everyone as to how he treats his family real life (I am assuming that he has a family and a life outside the walls of this Internet) - whether he rapes his wife at nights, molests his cousins and touches his nieces (and nephews - because these mentality people are usually not choosy - as long as they have their feel) inappropriately.
Unfortunately, there are a lot of 'Dara's in this world and what's even more scary is the fact that these 'Dara's roam around in the REAL world touching/molesting/raping/assaulting REAL women. While the 'Dara' in my case study might just be a mere coward in real life wanting to show off his male-dominance on the Internet domain, the real danger is out there - effecting many females all around the globe. It is not very nice to realize in the tenth grade that the things your uncle did to you when your breasts were just budding was in fact sexual abuse and that uncle just happens to be your favourite one- happily married (a subject still debatable) with a daughter of his own.
I am not a preacher. I am not a social critic. I am in fact nothing special. I don't say things that are new or revolutionizing. I merely try to put my observations into context. I am grateful because I have never really had to deal with 'low-life' males such as 'Dara'. I am grateful I have men in my life with whom I can discuss BBC programming, Germaine Greer, the social changes needed in Dhaka, Acoustic Alchemy, the weather etc.etc. I am grateful for all the men I had encountered with in the past- they have taught me a lot and a lot of my habits I've picked up from them (good habits .. not daily masturbation to pornography). It's a shame we have a lot of individuals like 'Dara' who defiles the male reputation and defiles the Indian sub-continent culture.
It is extremely sad and I never thought I would do something like this - but I was forced to enable comment moderation today. I guess it takes all kinds to make this world.
On a very very very happy note .. My 100th post is due soon and I'm planning something special. Not that it matters what I do with my 100th (with a readership reaching a measly four people) but still. Let's hope my spirits are up and of course it'll have to be after the finals. Three more to go, the wait is unbearable.
Frankly, I have no idea. Perhaps 'Dara' can tell us. Perhaps 'Dara' can also tell us exactly why the thought of using sex to dominate over another person's emotions and their expression is so predominant in an Indian-subcontinental male. Perhaps 'Dara' can also answer exactly what kind of education he was given by his parents, his society and his educational institution. Perhaps 'Dara' could also be kind enough to enlighten everyone as to how he treats his family real life (I am assuming that he has a family and a life outside the walls of this Internet) - whether he rapes his wife at nights, molests his cousins and touches his nieces (and nephews - because these mentality people are usually not choosy - as long as they have their feel) inappropriately.
Unfortunately, there are a lot of 'Dara's in this world and what's even more scary is the fact that these 'Dara's roam around in the REAL world touching/molesting/raping/assaulting REAL women. While the 'Dara' in my case study might just be a mere coward in real life wanting to show off his male-dominance on the Internet domain, the real danger is out there - effecting many females all around the globe. It is not very nice to realize in the tenth grade that the things your uncle did to you when your breasts were just budding was in fact sexual abuse and that uncle just happens to be your favourite one- happily married (a subject still debatable) with a daughter of his own.
I am not a preacher. I am not a social critic. I am in fact nothing special. I don't say things that are new or revolutionizing. I merely try to put my observations into context. I am grateful because I have never really had to deal with 'low-life' males such as 'Dara'. I am grateful I have men in my life with whom I can discuss BBC programming, Germaine Greer, the social changes needed in Dhaka, Acoustic Alchemy, the weather etc.etc. I am grateful for all the men I had encountered with in the past- they have taught me a lot and a lot of my habits I've picked up from them (good habits .. not daily masturbation to pornography). It's a shame we have a lot of individuals like 'Dara' who defiles the male reputation and defiles the Indian sub-continent culture.
It is extremely sad and I never thought I would do something like this - but I was forced to enable comment moderation today. I guess it takes all kinds to make this world.
On a very very very happy note .. My 100th post is due soon and I'm planning something special. Not that it matters what I do with my 100th (with a readership reaching a measly four people) but still. Let's hope my spirits are up and of course it'll have to be after the finals. Three more to go, the wait is unbearable.
Monday, June 18, 2007
The Death of Me!
Yipeeee! I came back from my Immunology exam not only glad that it's over but also .. for the first time in my life I wasn't asked any questions on the lecture slides I paid no attention to. Now all I need is a surprising fail in this subject to make my life a bit colourful!
One down .. three to go .. then here I come Dhaka .. actually, I'm not that excited because it has been pouring there like no tomorrow (as it does every year this time around) and I don't like the rain. I'm not fifteen anymore, hence why raindrops no longer hold any emotion - it's a nuisance. Rain is a nuisance here in Sydney and sure as hell a bigger inconvenience in Dhaka.
I've observed the (group) dynamics there and maybe someday I'll write about Dhaka, like most authors write about New York or Japan or London. Funnily, I haven't come across anyone covering Sydney- either I'm an ignorant or there really hasn't been anything about the city I live in. Anyway, the key to enjoyment is having some great company - which I fail miserably to find at times.
Just last Friday night some friends and I went out to watch Danny Bhoy at the Opera House. This is not my first time watching a comedian do their stand up live, but a definite first venue-wise. It was great, worth the $35 I had to fork out from the very little weekly earning I have (and not to mention he is just so deliciously cute .. white cuteness at its peak and not to mention the Scottish accent). So anyhow, I wish I took the sibling with me .. because for some reason deep inside I have a feeling that it might be a while before she gets to do things like this - so it's more like .. I want to show the sibling a lot of (fun) things before she finds (might not) someone else to take over my role. As a side-note, we are both extremely excited to have the house all to ourselves for two months during December and January next year. (Woo-hoo! Alcohol!)
There are particular places I want to be at some point during my life provided I have money (and the way life is headed right now, the salary I'll get won't even be enough to buy clothes). Unfortunately, that list is only growing larger - the recent addition is 'The Ice Hotel' in Sweden. Problem is, deep down (down, down, even further down) I realise there is no point in making a list- it will never happen. Life is a bitch and a very few people live to do the things they really want to and a very few people get to go where they really want to. Anyway, reality bites hard and I'll vicariously fulfill my wishes through books, movies, other people, the internet etc.etc. like everyone else on this planet.
I'm quite cold and hungry and my back hurts from studying literally all night. So .. yeah ..
One down .. three to go .. then here I come Dhaka .. actually, I'm not that excited because it has been pouring there like no tomorrow (as it does every year this time around) and I don't like the rain. I'm not fifteen anymore, hence why raindrops no longer hold any emotion - it's a nuisance. Rain is a nuisance here in Sydney and sure as hell a bigger inconvenience in Dhaka.
I've observed the (group) dynamics there and maybe someday I'll write about Dhaka, like most authors write about New York or Japan or London. Funnily, I haven't come across anyone covering Sydney- either I'm an ignorant or there really hasn't been anything about the city I live in. Anyway, the key to enjoyment is having some great company - which I fail miserably to find at times.
Just last Friday night some friends and I went out to watch Danny Bhoy at the Opera House. This is not my first time watching a comedian do their stand up live, but a definite first venue-wise. It was great, worth the $35 I had to fork out from the very little weekly earning I have (and not to mention he is just so deliciously cute .. white cuteness at its peak and not to mention the Scottish accent). So anyhow, I wish I took the sibling with me .. because for some reason deep inside I have a feeling that it might be a while before she gets to do things like this - so it's more like .. I want to show the sibling a lot of (fun) things before she finds (might not) someone else to take over my role. As a side-note, we are both extremely excited to have the house all to ourselves for two months during December and January next year. (Woo-hoo! Alcohol!)
There are particular places I want to be at some point during my life provided I have money (and the way life is headed right now, the salary I'll get won't even be enough to buy clothes). Unfortunately, that list is only growing larger - the recent addition is 'The Ice Hotel' in Sweden. Problem is, deep down (down, down, even further down) I realise there is no point in making a list- it will never happen. Life is a bitch and a very few people live to do the things they really want to and a very few people get to go where they really want to. Anyway, reality bites hard and I'll vicariously fulfill my wishes through books, movies, other people, the internet etc.etc. like everyone else on this planet.
I'm quite cold and hungry and my back hurts from studying literally all night. So .. yeah ..
Thursday, June 14, 2007
One Evening!
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See, I was right. In conclusion, my partner cannot cannot cannot cannot keep a beard or mustache of any sort. You hear me? You be completely clean-shaved ALL the freaking time. I really don't understand why men go through this phase in their life when they want to keep a beard - coolness, laziness or manly-ness- which is it?
Anyway, my exams are so close that I feel horrible and hyper and downright .. umm .. what's the word .. bimbo? Studying is going so-so, with me listening to iLectures and comprehending (or trying to) ... Immunology and lymphocytes and t-cells and b-cells and antigen presenting cells and adhesion molecules and .. well the list goes on.
I've figured it out though- the process of how the WHOLE immune system works is like a beautiful novel- I mean, I can see it/picture it as this great epic (very much like the Lord of the rings) but the problem is, the way lecture notes are set out, the story seems all over the place .. one chapter does not proceed another in the way that things would make sense like in a novel. A bit like what I've just said now .. did not make any sense. So anyway, I think that's the approach they should take when teaching science in the first place. Since high school, I've noticed that as soon as the teachers attributed the protons and electrons as lovers, it would make sense to the students at a whole different level. (Or even depicting the atoms as breasts would at least get the straight males and lesbian/bisexual females interested in chemistry ... or have I just taken this a bit too far?)
So, to finish things off as I have an appointment with the doctors (getting vaccinated .. four freaking shots in one day), here's a list of some of my really really really girly fantasies :
Actually, I'll get them done some other day.
See, I was right. In conclusion, my partner cannot cannot cannot cannot keep a beard or mustache of any sort. You hear me? You be completely clean-shaved ALL the freaking time. I really don't understand why men go through this phase in their life when they want to keep a beard - coolness, laziness or manly-ness- which is it?
Anyway, my exams are so close that I feel horrible and hyper and downright .. umm .. what's the word .. bimbo? Studying is going so-so, with me listening to iLectures and comprehending (or trying to) ... Immunology and lymphocytes and t-cells and b-cells and antigen presenting cells and adhesion molecules and .. well the list goes on.
I've figured it out though- the process of how the WHOLE immune system works is like a beautiful novel- I mean, I can see it/picture it as this great epic (very much like the Lord of the rings) but the problem is, the way lecture notes are set out, the story seems all over the place .. one chapter does not proceed another in the way that things would make sense like in a novel. A bit like what I've just said now .. did not make any sense. So anyway, I think that's the approach they should take when teaching science in the first place. Since high school, I've noticed that as soon as the teachers attributed the protons and electrons as lovers, it would make sense to the students at a whole different level. (Or even depicting the atoms as breasts would at least get the straight males and lesbian/bisexual females interested in chemistry ... or have I just taken this a bit too far?)
So, to finish things off as I have an appointment with the doctors (getting vaccinated .. four freaking shots in one day), here's a list of some of my really really really girly fantasies :
Actually, I'll get them done some other day.
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