Rape, gays and AIDS

Now if that title didn't get your attention......... :p

On the way home today, Yenn coined an interesting term: Rape of the Lungs.

Basically, Rape of the Lungs ( ROTL ) occurs when a smoker is smoking in close promixity to a nonsmoker, such that the smoke from his cigarette can enter the lungs of the nonsmoker against her consent, thus, ROTL. [Do not confuse with Rolling On The Floor Laughing]

While we were walking towards our bus stop, she suddenly pushed me to one side, and when I asked what happened, she said, "My lungs were being raped."

So after she explained, the following idea came to mind:

Man is Beaten Up For Rape Of Lungs

Imagine this man. He's a 20something year old man, just graduated out of uni, got his paycheck just last week, and now out on a date with the hot chick from the Marketing Department. He's now walking her to her bus stop, and while they are walking, he asks if she minds if he smokes. Well, it turns out that she's used to her clients puffing away, [don't forget she's from marketing] and it's all right with her.

Therefore he lights a cigarette, inhales deeply, and blows a ream of smoke into the air, glad at last to have some nicotine relief after spending 2 hours in the cinema cigarette-free.

Suddenly, the girl who was walking next to him screams, "AAAAHHH!!!! NOOO!!! DON'T.... DON'T RAPE ME!!!!!" while choking and coughing and putting one hand to her heaving bosom. As he stares blankly at her antics, [like, what the hell? I didn't touch you, I didn't even know you were there, and I'm just smoking here lor.] to his horror, she starts sobbing.

And she's not just sobbing quietly. She's sobbing HUGE, wracking sobs of pure despair, worthy of any HK drama mama. A little concerned for his safety, [and her sanity] he asks her if anything's wrong, and maybe there's been a little misunderstanding?

"OHMYGODDON'TCOMENEARME!!!!!" she screeches, covering her chest with her arms, and covering her mouth with one hand. He backs away in alarm, [more for his own personal safety from this weird chick] and then he notices her friend.

Her friend with bigger biceps than his.

"YOU RAPED MY FRIEND, YOU, YOU... DIRTY RAPIST SMOKER YOU!!!" Whoa. Now he's in major trouble. He tries to explain that he had never touched her friend, he had never even noticed she was there, and that he was a good boy who believed in female rights and respect for the female body.

"DON'T TRY TO LIE!!!!" Ok, he knew she wouldn't believe him on the female body one. "I CAN SEE THAT DIRTY CIGARETTE OF YOURS IN YOUR HAND!!!!" Cigarette? What? Wasn't the misunderstanding [of course it's a misunderstanding, what else can it be?] over a possible molest?

"YOU'RE RAPING HER ALL RIGHT!! WITH THAT DAMNED CIGARETTE IN YOUR HAND!! YOU'RE RAPING HER LUNGS!!!" Her friend yells menancingly at him, pointing one hand to the cigarette he's holding between 2 fingers.

He gapes at the 2 in total disbelief. [are they really both mad?] And then he starts to get a bit angry. He doesn't know what game those 2 were playing at, and when they were both dismissed from Woodbridge, but he is so going to give them a piece of his mind when he suddenly notices a huge fist coming straight at him. And then everything goes blank.

Well, only for that while, and he clears up to find that he's now lying on his back, with an unnatural-seeming amount of blood on his clean white shirt, that seemed to have come from his nose. As soon as he registers that, however, the violent friend is back to kicking him in mostly sensitive areas while he's lying on the ground.

So the whole of Orchard thinks he's molested the girl, the girl is now inconsolably crying away, muttering something about her "poor, poor lungs", [her lungs?] and he's getting his ass [and other parts] kicked big time by another girl. [he would fight back, if not for that she's a girl, and also because scarily enough, she is definitely way stronger than he is]

Oh, and his date took a cab home.

Heh... I get strange ideas sometimes... :p Rape of the Lungs.

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All the recent furore over HIV and gay lifestyles has been, to me, maddening, saddening, and even a little funny at times.

Once again, gays and lesbians have been condemned for their immoral, unnatural lifestyle and for corrupting our clean, upright society. And now, to pour salt, they've even added HIV into the mainstream. Shame, shame on them all.

We must control them. Slap huge ID badges on them, like the Germans used to do to the Jews. Make sure they have no way of working or supporting themselves in our country, so that they will flee to other shores and stay far, far away from us.

People. What is this? Such mobbish reactions only show how poorly informed and closeminded you are about HIV and gays in general. Not to mention how highly some straight people think of themselves.

It's almost a shame to have to live in this country, and see all this going on. Especially when you consider that some of the measures considered are pretty 1984-ish:

It may become a criminal offence to spread HIV through unprotected sex. Even though you don't know that you have the disease. [and yet, promotion of condom usage is not encouraged in Singapore. Boy are they headed for a hot zone with this combination...]

All pregnant women should be screened to check if their babies have been infected with HIV. So if you do find out that this pregnant mother is HIV positive and so is her mother, what now? According to the above, the first step is to break up the family by putting the father in jail for having unprotected sex while HIV-positive. Then the next step is what? To isolate the mother from the rest of society, and to deny the child any contact with human society for the rest of its life? Or tell the child that he is sick and that's why he can never play with other children?

This measure is lacking in long-term vision. What would the government do if they found out that pregnant mothers were HIV positive? Are they prepared to pay for the cocktails for HIV? Or would they find it easier to just isolate mother and child from society? Since, after all, no one will be cooing over the baby if they find out that it's HIV positive. Note all the response the family of Ariq got after they decided to keep their HIV positive baby.

Then Balaji throws the spotlight on the gay population, claiming that gay parties and promiscuous gays were responsible for the spike in HIV. Never mind that his evidence is anecdotally based on the views of one epidemiologist in Singapore. Never mind the god-knows-how-many promiscuous and sexually active unmarried straight people in Singapore. Never mind the straight men who have unprotected sex in Geylang, Batam, Malaysia, Thailand, Taiwan, China, and maybe even India, and then go back and go back home to screw their unsuspecting wives. Never mind that out of all the identified HIV sufferers in Singapore, only a third of them are gay.

No, forget all those insignificant factors. It's that damn gay party that's to blame. Ban the gays, everyone.

I don't even know what to say. This is just really, really sad.

One Week

Since the MOE interview... and still crossing fingers...

Meanwhile:

Highly artistic individual ( *gag!*) seeking flexible freelance assignments for graphic design. Proficient in Photoshop, ( Pay me and I'll gladly upgrade to CS ) Freehand, ( I can do more than just cartoons! Honest! ) Dreamweaver, ( So this blog is a template... so what! ) and Flash ( er, make that a little proficient.... Ok, gimme that Dummies book... )

Someone gimme a job. Please?

Also,

9 sessions at the gym since February.

9 sessions of running, stepping, cycling, and one stomach crunching session with Yenn.

9 sessions and I've finally passed my 2.4 again. Albeit with an E grade, but I still passed.

And after those 9 sessions, ( or rather after each session of running and stepping/cycling ) this is me:



'Nuff said. ( though this has to be one of my favourite pics. Heh. )

Tis' tough being single sometimes....

Ok Jane Green is starting to scare me. First, in Bookends, her main character was Cath, who liked books, had dry frizzy hair, wore black constantly, was a total slob n longed for love in her life.

Now, in Straight Talking, her main character is Tash, looking for love in all the wrong places, whose best friend Adam falls in love with her, but she doesn't know a thing until he confesses.

Is this some kinda freaky coincidence or what?

Nah...

Anyway, some lessons gleaned from He's Just Not That Into You:

1. Some [to be fair, not all] guys are scumbags
2. Scumbags use women for company, sympathy, entertainment and sex
3. Women should dump the scumbags
4. Women should look for men worthy of themselves
5. All women are worthy of good men

Hm. Now if only they had a part on how to find the good ones...

Although, it does make sense. Why do we keep surrounding ourselves with men who cannot make it? What we need is some kind of supervirus that will kill all the male losers of the earth, leaving behind all the good ones. With such a large excess of women, the population will definitely replenish itself in no time, and with a new population of people who will have Good genes in them.

Save the Earth. Kill all Losers. Has a good ring to it, don't you think?

To all the girls reading this: Do you think that it's right/fair/downright preposterous that SDU makes it compulsory for everyone to fill in their height and weight in their personals? Anyway, for those who require pictorial evidence, here's the pic of the application:



You can now see that the list ranges from "Athletic" to "Stout". Not only that, but this is also displayed on your profile page whenever someone clicks on it.

Now what is it about this that pisses me off? Well, for one thing, the word "built" has been used wrongly. HAhaha... :P it should be "build".

Another thing is again, isn't the point of Internet dating to get rid of superficialities like this? By allowing people to choose 'prospects' based on their "built", aren't you just perpetuating the same stereotypical perceptions in real life? Because when people are searching for people with the same interests, the same dropdown menu appears:



So if I was doing a search, I can specify that my prospective partner has to be from XXcm to XXcm, XXyears old, and have an "Athletic" 'built'.

And somehow... that's not exactly what 'love' is about is it? We get all these people shaking their heads over Singaporean men going to Vietnam to buy their wives, who have to be XXcm, XXyears old and be virgins, but yet, we have a government agency here who's just encouraging these same prejudices and practices, albeit in a more 'acceptable' form.

And is love all about how high the person is, or what her build is? If so, then all the fat women like me can just turn lesbian right now, because face it, if men aren't choosing women like me in real life, what makes you think they'd specifically choose me through the SDU website?

We all know by now that looks aren't [that] important, that ultimately, what cements a relationship is a deeper understanding and willing to commit, and that choosing a partner based on looks and body is a surefire way of getting into a lot of mess later on. Not to say that looks don't come into the equation at all, but why place all this emphasis on a factor that should not be significant in the equation?

I wonder if the head honcho at SDU wonders why more people don't get hitched through his fancy-dancy website. *PFISH!* Whoever you are out there, fire your IT staff [and I bet they're men] right now, for the sake of the country.

And btw: All those pics of lovey couples staring into each other's limpid eyes? Really makes me sick.

Choice and Luxury

Choice is a luxury.

Or is luxury a choice?

One can choose whether one wants to live in luxury or poverty.

Not to dream of luxury, but to make a choice for luxury. And then to take action such that you will live in luxury.

So luxury is a choice.

Then is choice a luxury?

Some do not say so.

Actions are restricted by other external factors. You may choose to be such, but external circumstances do not allow you to be such.

Or do they?

Maybe all along you did have that choice.

You had the choice to accept your current situation

Or you had the choice to pass, and go for something better.

Maybe only your own restricted vision told you there was no choice.

When actually all along the choice was before you.

So next time think about it.

Do you really have no choice?

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Choice, luxury, well, who knows? I have no idea what prompted that in my head. Maybe it's all those bad vibes from the parentals.

Anyway, moving on... Some bits I thought about these few days:

I love Brit Wit!

- British writing wit is absolutely fab, darlings. I just finished Bookends by Jane Green, and 2 of the Shopaholic series by Sophie Kinsella. The fab thing about Brit female writers is that they really write it like it is, and thus, the writing becomes a lot more honest, a lot more real than other romantic novels. [you know, the kind with the tall dark mysterious muscled hunk holding a limpid female in his arms on the cover]

And when I read Bookends, the main narrating character was Cath, a size 14 girl who wore black everyday, with no romantic prospects nearby, who hung out mainly with her closest friends, but yet yearned for romance, loves books and is a total slob at home. What I want to know now is, who is this Jane Green woman, and where did I meet her such that she managed to write such a dashing description of me?

Now on Straight Talking by Jane Green.......

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SDU people are tactless idiots

- Most of you might have heard about the recent computer security scandal at SDU, the one which has convinced me that their Head of IT is either an idiot, or has some real idiots working for him.

Just tonight, I received a package from SDU which tells me that the people working there aren't exactly masters of tact.

Firstly, the package came with a little black book, an address book, presumably for me to fill up with names of hot hunks. Hahaha.

Secondly, the Dating 101 handbook, which they hope "will go a long way to helping you cultivate the positive attitudes and skills to endear you to your dates." Oh wow. That's like the nice, gahmenly way of telling me my dating skills suck and here's the nice advice Uncle Lee has for you.

Plus, most of the advice in there is very......... well, gahmenly. You know how, when you read say, a govt publication about a place, for eg, Orchard Road, and you laugh at all the 'nice' writing that you know is just a nice white facade on an ugly brick wall underneath? Yea, it reminds me of that.

Thirdly, the stupid Lovebyte website. So sue me, I decided to log in and key in my personal particulars and see what happened. [I'm a Desperate Single. So sue me] And here's where I think their Department of Tact deserves to go through a retrenchment exercise.

Because there's actually a box for you to fill in your height and weight. And it's mandatory. So you absolutely, absolutely, CANNOT escape filling in those fields, because the dumb form will refuse to submit.

To add insult to injury, there's even a little drop down menu underneath. Options range from "Petite", "Slim" to "Large" and, *puke* get this, "Pleasantly Plump"

WTF are wrong with these idiots??? For one thing, this effectively ERASES all the chances larger women like me would have. Forget all that BS about how looks don't matter. Honey, on the Internet, it's one of the few info the guys can get about you. And you think a guy is gonna read the rest of my profile to find out all about my sparkling personality if he knows I wear a size 14? Somemore they make it MANDATORY. So never mind about my rights as a woman to privacy about my weight. These kaypohs want to know it all. Why don't you ask me to key in my vital stats at the same time?

And why on earth would they want me to categorize myself as "Large" or "Pleasantly Plump"???

Someone bonk off those guys at SDU. Because I'm convinced the IT dept is full of them. HALLO OUT THERE STUPID COMPUTER TECH GEEKS. The whole point of Internet Dating is that people are allowed to connect and communicate with each other WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT THE OTHER PARTY LOOKS LIKE, so that people will have a chance to communicate with my character, rather than the size of my boobs.

You put in a dumb option like this, where people have to key in height and weight, and categorize themselves as "Pleasantly Plump", firstly, YOU'RE A BUNCH OF STUPID TACTLESS BASTARDS AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO SAY IT, and secondly, YOU'RE DEFEATING THE WHOLE POINT OF INTERNET DATING.

Who the hell works at SDU anyway??? I'm really wondering at the idiot that came up with these ideas....