Nowadays, it seems like children are being used as an excuse for people with too much free time to spread their false propaganda around the world. Oh look, don't mind the fact that it was us who polluted the earth in the first place, let's now protect the environment for the sake of our children. Oh no, kids getting obese? Throw away the fact that it was the government that allowed the sprouting up of fast food restaurants in the first place. Now, let's ban the bloody advertisements.


Look people. Will you please stop trying to protect the children now? First off, they don't care about the bloody environment and I bet they'd rather be obese then say, forced to dine on organic biscuits made and recycled from human faeces, for the rest of their lives. Nobody did the same during my generation. The generation before me didn't bother about the environment and hence, the extinction of several species of plants and animals and dinosaurs which are wickedly cool. So, if the generation before me didn't bother about us (my generation), why the fuck should I bother about the future generation?


I do not know why people are so protective about their children nowadays. Truthfully, I'd rather get shot in the head then to have children...perhaps something I might regret saying when the time comes but who cares. Yes, children are cute, children are lovely. But if I had children, I would gladly sell them off to researchers for them to conduct medical experiments, and put that money into my "Ferrari F430 Fund", which currently stands at 6 cents.


Now a Ferrari...it doesn't cry in the middle of the night just because it pooped its pants. It doesn't go rebellious and demand for freedom. What it does is it takes you from 0-96kph in 3.9 seconds and all the way to a heart thumping top speed of 318kph. What it does is it turns your life from stressful and depressed to exciting and bewildering with just a turn of a key. Having kids however is just the exact opposite of owning a Ferrari. So you do the math and you tell me what you think.



The car I would gladly sell my children off for...behold the magnificent!!

You know what irks me even more. People trying to get smoking banned......because it is hazardous ONLY to the children it seems. Somehow the notion that second hand smoke is unhealthy for regular adults did not quite get the attention it warranted but, with the addition of children being harmed by second hand smoke, people actually took notice. These are the same high class people who drive around in SUVs which incidentally pollutes more than a stick of cigarette, and can also tell you to save the environment in a straight face, all while sipping a bowl of shark's fin soup.


Do you really want to know why all these "save the environment campaigns" and "ban smoking campaigns" failed? Because ordinary people like you and me, don't really give a fuck. We as humans, or more particularly Malaysians, are calculative to the last ringgit. If the above campaigns do not benefit us financial wise, why should we even bother...right? So this I can tell, that the government's plan of banning junk food advertisements will not reduce the rate of obesity. The govenment is only contradicting themselves. Yes, they will ban advertisements but at the same time they will allow even more fast food restaurants to open up. So what fucking difference does it make?

There has been a lot of talk lately about Jeremy Clarkson labelling the Perodua Kelisa as the worst car in the world. I've been a big Clarkson fan for some years now and to tell you honestly, that video of him bashing the Kelisa was already out and about in 2005. And for Malaysia to only start defending it's second national car-maker now just goes to show how slow we are in receiving news, be it good or bad, or in a more local slang, how offbeat we are.


An article from the BBC:-

Top Gear host Jeremy Clarkson has come under attack in the Malaysian parliament for labelling one of the country’s cars the worst in the world.

The BBC presenter has been filmed attacking the Perodua Kelisa with a sledgehammer before blowing it up.

But minister Abdul Raman Suliman defended the nation’s car industry, saying Mr Clarkson was like a football commentator who cannot play football.
He told MPs, Perodua had not received a single complaint from British owners.
He added that the comments were made merely to boost sales of the Top Gear magazine.

Mr Clarkson has voiced his frustrations with the small three-cylinder model in both magazine articles and on the Top Gear motoring show.

In one article, he said its name was like a disease and suggested it was built in jungles by people who wear leaves for shoes.

And on the show, he described it as “unimaginative junk, with no soul, no flair and no passion”.
He then smashed it, hung it from a crane with a one-tonne weight attached, before blowing it up.

Perodua is Malaysia’s second national carmaker and began producing small compact models in 1995.

The video can be seen here:-
http://paultan.org/archives/2005/12/19/jeremy-clarkson-annihilates-the-perodua-kelisa/


Judging from the comments made my minister Abdul Rahman Saliman and the comments made by the visitors to the website above, you could tell that they all share one thing in common :-

The typical Malaysian mentality of kiasu-ness.


Some people judge the credibility of Clarkson. They want to know who is this Englishman who suddenly decided to take a swipe at Perodua. Mr. Clarkson, ladies and gentleman, is one of the few men in this world who has been given the priviledge to test out different cars and to give an impartial and unbiased view about the cars he tested. He is not paid by any high flying corporations to promote their brand. He has tested various types of cars, from million dollar sports cars, to family vans and 4x4s, to budget,low-cost cars and even second hand cars.


Yes, he said the Kelisa is the worst car in the world and yes, most Malaysians are unhappy and wants Clarkson dead. But that's so typical of Malaysians. They get so overprotective about themselves. These are the same people who would gladly tell you to fuck off when you tell them that the food served in their favourite restaurant tastes as good as a bucket of horse manure.


Why can't Malaysians accept the fact that the Kelisa is indeed rubbish? I've been driven in a Kelisa before and to tell you the truth, sitting in the passenger side of a car the size of a shoe and going through our famous pot-hole filled Malaysian roads is as comfortable as falling down a flight of stairs. Sure it is a low cost car and we shouldn't complain about the quality we get for RM30-40k but why isn't Perodua trying to improve their products? Clarkson once criticized Vauxhall (a British car brand) and sales dropped immediately. That was years ago and now, the new Vauxhall cars are getting better better.


Malaysians should stop being overprotective with themselves and should receive criticisms with an open mind and strive to improve themselves. I receive criticisms almost daily for being fat, lazy and also being a smoker. But I do not go ape shit and start hitting everyone in the face with a shovel. I accept their criticisms with an open mind. Do I improve myself? Yes I do. I'm walking more, studying more and smoking more. There you go....improvements.

Once again, another sem is coming to a close. Now from that previous sentence alone, you would have expected me to start pissing all over the place about how much I hate KL and the people here but I'm not going to do that this time. It is not that I have changed my opinion...yes, I still hate being here...but it is more to the fact that I have gone through so much crap here that I am actually immune to it.


Classes were boring as usual. In fact, I find more joy in watching a bunch of old folks practising tai-chi in the playground below from where I am sitting now. I am not going to do a review of the lecturers like what I did after the last sem. However, I can tell you this much, that their lectures were as knowledgable and intellectual as watching a rerun of Barney the Purple Dinosaur.


However, I cannot blame the lecturers because I chose not to pay attention during class. To tell me to pay attention in class would be like telling Ray Charles to tell the difference between the styling cues of a Ferrari and a Proton. A futile attempt, because I only have the attention span of 5 seconds. Oh and he's blind...in case you don't know who Mr. Charles is.


I could say a small part of the reason of me not fucking UTAR this time around is because I have finally got my hands on a car park sticker. Which means I can leave home 20 minutes before classes start, have breakfast, smoke a cigarette or two, kap some luis and still make it on time. As we have 3 hour breaks for 3 out of the 5 studying days, being able to drive home and take a nap before driving back to uni again without breaking any sweat would be like how, a friend of mine would put it, "better than sitting around, doing nothing and shaking your balls."


Of course life in UTAR this sem was made more bearable with the presence of this extremely hot woman managing the photostat counter. She is so hot that I am almost certain that she is a scaled down version of God. Or more precisely, she is the needle that you would find in a haystack, which pretty much sums up what the other girls in UTAR actually are. Well that's only my opinion.


Last but not least, my favourite food for this semester has to be the stall directly opposite my place selling...well, stuff. All I know is I would refer to it as "choo char". Now this place sells the best Kung Pao/Kong Pow/KP pork rice in the whole universe. Heck their Ko Lo Yok, Pai Kut Ong, no...I mean...everything they sell is so fucking good that I would gladly kill just to get to eat their stuff. I believe that if the stupidly-rich folks would take a second from their busy lives stuffing themselves with high class abalones or es-cargo/snails or whatever and sampled some of this stuff, they would realise they're just a bunch of Grade-A idiots.


Well that pretty much sums up this sem. End.