man does not deserve a best friend

Okay, so the dude won. By a thumping 15k+ majority. Not bad, not bad at all.

Despite all the dirty tricks ever invented by the government, they were unable to steal a win. And must now be contemplating life in the political doldrums. Sigh. When will they ever learn?

On another note, I read an article which really stirred my heart. An article which further reinforces my belief that the end of the world couldn't come sooner. An eight-year old stray dog saved a premature baby and gave him shelter, in the company of her newborn puppies. Where? In Shanty Town, Buenos Aires. Which just goes to show that God does indeed work in mysterious ways. He gave intelligence and reason to mankind, but compassion to animals. And when one looks at Malaysia, and how dogs are abused and slaughtered at the wanton whims and fancy of certain 'types' of people, one is filled with utter disgust and contempt. These are the same people who readily abandon infants and children at every nook and cranny in town, yet go around condemning dogs as dirty and unclean.

I'm not going to get started on the horror stray dogs face here; it is well documented and highlighted to an abjectly apathetic society. Being shot, being beaten to death, being run down, being kicked, being bludgeoned, being eaten...welcome to canine terror in Malaysia. Yes, we all know of the cursed dog-eaters throughout the world; may their children be disembowelled right in front of their eyes. May the meat in their throats turn putrid and tear at their innards. Yeah, and no different a curse I lay upon all those dog-catchers that torture poor, innocent living beings. It is my sincere hope that their entire families be wiped out right in front of them, mangled and mauled beyond recognition.

On saying that, this heroic dog in Argentina has shown that for all the cruelty mankind has heaped on animals, compassion for the unfortunate can never be erased. Hopefully humans will bear that in mind as they slowly but surely destroy the world for their own selfish needs.

P/S The full article on this heart-warming story can be found here.

of elections and erections

So did he or did he not? Will he or will he not? Guess that's what's playing on most people's minds this evening, as approximately 25 million people wait with bated breath for the results of the by-election in Permatang Pauh. Where? Permatang Pauh, Penang. I will not even do a Wiki to discover the exact location of what is currently the hottest political battlefield in the entire country. Even as many ponder if Anwar will win, a smaller number will be pondering if he did indeed take the back door, metaphorically speaking. It just goes to show how blatantly narrow minded Malaysians are, where the sexual preferences of so-and-so play an important part in determining if that person is suited for running a constituency or the nation. That, and his race, creed and religion. Forget capability, disregard integrity, ignore honesty; for these are insignificant traits.

Enough of Malaysian politics, I feel a rumble in the wide expanses of my tummy. Gym today? Mayhaps (is there such a word?) not. Still slightly woozy from the flu attack of three days ago, and my nasal passages have yet to be properly plumbered (?). But then the question arises, if not gym, where? Don't think anyone's around for tea, and Lotus is getting to be more than a bore these days. I'm tempted by Starbucks, or even Gloria Jeans; I've been carrying Anthony Burgess' The Long Day Wanes for more than four months in my bag, hoping to make reading it a routine after work. Not a chance, as yet. I have, on the other hand, started on the third and final installment of the late David Gemmell's Troy series, titles Fall of Kings. I'm hooked, yet again. I said that about the first book, I reiterated it about the second, and I'm setting it in stone for the third. Might I say, it's even better than Troy the feature film, which I feel should have been called Achilles: The One Man Show. For that was what it was, an ode to Brad Pitt's artificially bronzed physique and unreal killer moves, literally. Disappointing, as the movie clearly steers away from Homer's original gist. Ah well, that's Hollywood, isn't it?

A complete 180; Zoosk isn't that great. The way everyone (i.e. two people) was going on about what a great medium it was to meet singles, I thought it was some singles club. Alas, a sizeable number of Zooskers are attached, while a bigger number don't seem to remember that they have a Zoosk date card (Zoosk jargon). And there is something so wrong with putting up a baby or child's picture in the profile box. I mean, there's something fundamentally sick about someone flirting with a person who has a little girl as the profile picture. Fundamentally sick.

Anyways, it's 7.03 pm and there's still no update on the results. I should get a life and leave office now. I should.

feed a cold, starve a fever

How on earth does one glass of iced water bring about such a massive flu? That's all I had, one glass. Okie, make that one BIG glass. But still...

After two nights of heavy clubbing, here I find myself feeling miserable. I've yet to see anyone suffering from the sniffles and the ahchoos and the eerrgg-hheems jump with joy and walk around with a bloody smile on the face. Worst thing about this particular bout is the fact that it's giving me a headache as well. The entire frontal lobe is throbbing while my T-zone is aching from constant avalanches of mucus.

Right. That's that. Backyard was just one long night filled with alcohol and cigarettes. Almost got lucky too; what alluring eyes. Good thing I discovered (to my utter disappointment) she wasn't exactly a pillar of virtue, if you get my drift. There's something so wrong with being the resident slut, especially if the residence in question is a neighbourhood pub. I always say, if one has to be slutty, then do it in a disco (I refuse to use the term club) somewhere in the heart of KL. That way, you don't just get lecherous, leering old men with beer foam clinging on dearly to their greying moustaches.

Mojo was a different kettle of fish, for obvious reasons. More dressed-up crowd, and dressed-up parking prices as well. It's quite mind boggling when some pubs, mere pubs, price their alcohol on par with disco prices. A bottle of Absolut costs RM 280 in several pubs, AND in several discos around town. Is it my thinning wallet or have prices in pubs gone up? Or have prices in discos gone down instead? Either way, prices at Mojo are reasonable, cheap-like almost. Two bottles for RM 580 is a steal; one Black and one Absolut. Decent crowd, attractive sights, listenable music. It won't win the Club of the Year award, but I don't mind heading back there sometime in the near future.

I'm still undecided on what to do during this coming Merdeka weekend. Merdeka weekend? It's beginning to sound like the Fourth of July celebration. The only thing good about Merdeka is that it's a public holiday. Which means it'll be a long weekend, hurrah! I don't really fancy rubbing shoulders with hypocrites and listening to crooks deliver blatant lies about the 'sacrifices' that came with independence, to a bunch of mindless sheep who are solely in town to watch millions of ringgit go up in the sky. Yes, fireworks...Malaysia's number one celebratory medium. I digress, naturally.

I'm contemplating renting a hotel or apartment somewhere in KL, with thoughts of champagne, music and chicks. What I'll probably end up with is nescafe, maggi goreng and a host of lazy mamak attendants.

And the sniffles.