might as well say nothing instead

Plus-sized models are called “fiercely real” on America’s Next Top Model. So the regular skinny models aren’t “real”? And plus-sized models aren’t even that plus-sized anyway! They seem perfectly curvy and sexy to me. And why are fat women labeled “curvy”? Why has everything become politically incorrect? There used to be terms which were neutral in meaning, but then people use them negatively and now these words are associated with negative labelling! “Fat” used to be a legitimate medical word. So was the word “moron”. Maybe if we started insulting people with “You osteoporotic person!”, osteoporosis might need a new term…..I guess the best way is to never describe anyone.

Don’t describe.

Just be as vague as possible.

"Oh, so you met Jane? What’s she like?"

"Well…Jane’s a woman." — probably will get some sort of a protest from crazy feminists for stereotyping women.

Revised answer:

"Oh yes, I met Jane." — yeah, better stop right there.

So yea, times have changed. People aren’t blind anymore. They’re visually challenged.  We stopped having diseases, but conditions. And remember, please don’t wish anyone a Merry Christmas, but say Happy Holidays instead! In a country where freedom of speech is strongly advocated, political correctness seems to be the new curtailment in town. 

Here’s a funny one I found:

I’m not Lazy. I’m just energetically declined.  HAHA.

HAHA… I guess making fun of Bush isn’t so politically incorrect?

Couch potato = furniture-based leisure prioritizers. LOL

Cheers. 

Have a good day, y’all!

just think about it...it's a freaking miracle!

I’ve been plagued with the worst curse of all times — Canker sores. Those tiny CSI-crime-scene-looking white round spots. Who would know that such tiny things can cause so much havoc. I have three super tiny looking ones right on the middle of the inside of my upper lip (phrase probably contained all the descriptives for locations). They’re grouped together and when I close my lips together, they knock on my front teeth and hurt like hell. So I have to constantly keep my lips slightly parted — so please forgive me if I look like a bad appointment with the Botox doc.

by dave from http://www.stupidpictures.net/2005/11/

Anyways, these white spots from hell have made me marvel at the miracle that our body is. I have discovered, that with my trying to keep my upper lip not touching anything….it’s almost impossible to drink water. I dare you to try it…other than pouring it into your mouth, there really isn’t any other way to drink water from a cup than to press your upper lip down.

I always thought lips were just for kissing and looking kissable. Who knew we wouldn’t be able to drink water without them?

What a miracle our body is! But what a horrible way to be reminded so….

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forget it all, just shove all the poor in there, the hungry men swallowed all we fit in there, so why would we try, if we can wait, just have ourselves a time…

reminiscing the good ol' days...

[那些年，我們一起追的女孩]

[You are the apple of my eye]

This is a Taiwanese movie that’s currently showing in the cinemas here in Hong Kong. I just watched it today. It’s about a bunch of boys who all chase after this one girl (one of the boys just decided to chase her because all his friends did, and he didn’t want to be left behind). It’s funny, heart-warming and cute all in one. I’m usually not a fan of romantic comedy, but this movie was quite spectacular.

It left a warm fuzzy feeling deep inside of me. The movie really hit home. The movie begins in 1994, a time before cell phones were popular, before internet was a part of our daily lives, and before kids were rude and antisocial (just my speculation). This reminded me of school days, where we would pull pranks on each other, play basketball, run after each other, and learn silly magic tricks. Times are different now and when we’re bored, we just whip out our phones and play the latest games. Or we entertain ourselves with watching YouTube. We no longer have to think of things to play or do because we just log onto Facebook.

The characters, the scenes, they all reminded me of someone, something that had happened. I laughed so much. Cried with them. Thought of all the earth-shattering events that happened but weren’t really that big of a deal now that I think of it. I thought of all the boys I had a crush on. All the boys who confessed their love for me. The love letters. Folding stars with straws. Making paper cranes. Writing silly notes. Everything came flooding back.

What were your high school days like? I hope they were as wonderful as mine. :)

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i drive a really sexy car...

Urban myth has it that men measure their confidence based upon wealth and possessions. Has this been tested? I’m not too sure, but I do know that most people will agree with it. Cars seem to be exclusively tied to this whole notion of status. Men who are rich and want people to know will drive nice cars. And probably have a little model sitting in the passenger. Just as a prop.

I had an interesting experience that I would like to share and it’s related to cars and money and my personal protest against the rich-poor gap. 

I was in a bar with a couple of friends when this tall, dark man approaches us and offers to buy us all drinks. How nice. He was dressed really nicely and seemed like a fine gentleman. Then what he proceeded to do kind of shocked me a little. And even seemed offensive on retrospect. 

He walked over and slipped a car key into my hands and whispered in my ears,

 ”I have a really sexy car just outside. I can take you for a spin.” 

My first reaction was to say no thanks. (Maybe not so smart? It could’ve been a Lamborghini…) Anyways, we had a few more polite words and parted.

So what does this all mean? Why am I so bothered by this? First, I would like to say that I’m secretly a bit happy that I got picked up by a good looking rich guy. BUT. More importantly, I can’t help but think that this is the strategy that men thinks works. Just let the girl know just how damn rich you are. Is this what our society has come to? That these men think women are all money loving gold diggers? And the fact that I’m a bit happy about it is testimony that IT WORKS. DAMMIT!!!

Don’t get me wrong because it’s not that I dislike people who are rich. I just do not agree with some people who manipulate money to get rich. I understand that money is extremely important, but I also believe that money can lead to great evil too. I also feel deeply about social inequality and the ever increasing gap between the rich and the poor….

So I really wanted to go back to that guy and slam a banner with the slogan “I AM THE 99%” in his face! (The quote came from Occupy Wall Street)

So yea, driving sexy cars aren’t sexy. I’d rather you told me you were just planting trees earlier and marched on Wall Street……

Defending humanity?

I have an assignment for Social Psychology where I need to find newspaper/media reports of events that can be explained by social psych theories. One such was the news on Oct 17th 2011. A two-year old Chinese girl gets run over by a van and is caught on CCTV. People walk past this bleeding toddler and no-one offered help. All 18 of them. Another car drives by and runs over her legs. It wasn’t until the 19th person that stopped and dragged her body to the side and called for help.

What is this? A reflection of the moral (or dare I say, lack of) standards of the Chinese? As some You-Tubers have commented, does this show that the Chinese really have no souls? Some even go so far to say that this event illustrates the degradation of humanity.

Before you go about posting You-Tube videos on Facebook or adding comments that insult China, Chinese or the lack of morals in humans, I hope you read this.

This shocking incident is a perfect example of what is known as the Bystander Effect. People often think there is safety in numbers. However, past events have told otherwise. The probability of help is inversely related to the number of people present, or expected to be present. That is, if person A sees someone in need of help, the probability of A helping is greater if A thinks nobody else is present. However, if A was in a group, or on a busy street, or thinks that others are present, A is less likely to help because A will think someone else will help. A might also think, if no one has offered help, maybe this isn’t that big of a problem. A might think, if I made a move whilst no one did, I might look stupid. I might be making a big deal out of nothing.

If you still think this is more related to the degradation of humanity and morals, well, the Bystander Effect was first demonstrated in 1968, following the notorious murder of Kitty Genovese. Maybe you’ve heard of this case, maybe not, but either way, Kitty was murdered in front of her neighbours and no one had called for help. She ran around screaming, with a man chasing her, repeatedly stabbing at her. This lasted for 30 minutes and still, not one person tried to stop the murder or call the police.

Anyways, I am not defending China. Rather, I would like to point out that, although shocking and heartbreaking, this is not something new. This is not a reflection of the Chinese’ lack of heart and soul. This is us. This is human. Maybe if you or I were in that situation, we might also not do anything to help…..

how to fail at photography

How to Fail at Photography:

step 1. Want a camera real badly. Whinge about it all the time. Ask everyone with a camera for opinions.

step 2. Try to find a legit reason so that someone else may buy it for you.

step 3. Own that camera.

step 4. Realize that DSLRs are so frigging heavy, huge, and they need a bag all to themselves. That selfish bitch!

step 5. You have successfully failed at photography.


Ok, so that’s me. I whinged, I cried, I begged, I conned….I got a camera. Every night, I look at it because it’s so pretty. The body is metallic red. But I haven’t used it. I’ve have gone through all 5 steps of failing…..

BUT….I promise you that I shall deliver some great* photos.

*DISCLAIMER: Please note that the author uses the word “great” in a very subjective manner.

i was born 25 years ago...

Dear Facebook,

Thank you for reminding me it was my own birthday. 

Love Jimmy.

Yep, I almost forgot my birthday because I had celebrated it a couple days earlier and so when it was my actual birthday, I forgot. Oops. I’ve never really been a fan of birthdays. I always felt that it’s such a self-absorbed event. The whole “It’s all about me!” “I love ME” “Me me me”….

One good thing about not remembering your own birthday:

When you fill in VIP or membership forms, you may get a little surprise “Birthday” gift when it isn’t really your birthday. How? My birthday is October 8th. But for some odd reason, I have a tendency to say my birthday is on August 10th. Now, when you go shopping, they often ask you to fill in some details and apply for VIP/membership. Well, a few times, I wrote down August 10th and voila!! come August 10th, I get a little “Just For You - It’s Your Birthday!” gift. Who-hoo!