Went out with Cynthia, Kian-Seng, Rodney and Fiona last night. We started the night out at Catalanos in Vic Park for some Italian. The food was good but the place has bad acoustics – hard surfaces everywhere that echo everyone’s voices and sounds. It was a din and gave a few of us headaches.
We had our fill and then headed to Broken Hill Hotel nearby to check it out – Cynthia had heard it was good. It was quite nice. It looks to be an older pub previously which has been refurbished and or should I say, “yuppified”.
Kian-Seng had to go home to study at this point. The rest of us headed to The Deen. It looks to be their new favourite haunt too. I’ll let the clip below tell the story. The first half is a slideshow of the photos that I took, and the second half is a highlight clip of the partying in the main room.
I’m 32 in December. All of my uni friends are married with kids. As in *all* of them. On the rare occasion that I go to their houses, this is a common instruction from my friends to their kids:
叫 Uncle Marcus 啦!
There are a few of them whom I’m closer with and who knows my single partying life, so their’s would be:
叫 Marcus 哥哥啦! Marcus 哥哥很年轻 hor?
(哥哥 ~ kor-kor)
And on the even more rare occasions that their parents happen to be in the house too:
Don’t be so picky lah! How old are you now? 32?! You see? I’m a grandparent already! I’m sure your parents would like to have some grandchildren riiiiight???
And that brings me to the title of this post … my standard reply is:
What picky?! I have no standards already! Hahahaha!
But that’s a lie. I do have standards but they apply to me finding a wife. However when it comes to sex and having fun, I’m pretty much free for all. Why? Because I haven’t had much of it for a looong time. I figured, if a girl is gonna offer me some I’m not gonna ask too many questions. Pity I didn’t come to this conclusion earlier.
Sex is sex, it’s not long term so I’m not going to apply a set of stringent rules to it. Whereas a wife is for a lifetime (we hope) so it’s more prudent to be more picky with that. Is that a very MCP of an attitude to take?
I don’t think so. Let’s be honest – girls want sex as much as men do. The above attitude is only MCP if we assume that girls are “used” by men. Ignoring porn, strip bars and all that – women objectify men as much we do them but more discreetly. Riiiiiight???
So anyways, I still haven’t been offered any booty yet. Feminists and Christians need not apply though. Cos I know what I just wrote does not go down well with you AT ALL. But if you wanna try, I will be happy to oblige.
In case you haven’t heard of it, MySpace is the social networking site to beat. It is the site that Rupert Murdoch’s company bought for US$500 million. That’s EIGHT zeros. Friendster, what’s that?
Anyway, I’ve been noticing a lot of news about MySpace lately and for those of you who don’t surf as much as I do, here’s a rundown (thank me later!):
Amidst rumours and reports of sexual predators creating accounts for the sole purpose of hooking up with minors, MySpace announced:
… that it has hired a Microsoft Corp. executive to oversee safety, education, privacy and law enforcement affairs, effective May 1.
An interesting story of how police in the US cracked a sexual assault case of a girl at a party, by combing through her list of friends. And there’s a different case but a chillingly similar story.
A group of 5 teenagers in the US was arrested after revealing their plot of a school shooting rampage on their MySpace profiles. Story here. Darwinism at work here boys.
This could happened on any kind of online forum but since we are talking about MySpace: a soldier posts a suicide note on his profile and then kills himself. Story here.
There’s a lot of talk about how MySpace’s traffic is growing at a phenomenal rate. But according to ValleyWag, :
Pardon? 10 cents for a thousand pageviews? A flood of useless clicks every time you visit — log on, log on again, refresh so it works, click twice to enlarge, click three times to rearrange friends? Faking traffic to seem bigger than Google? NEVER YOU MIND THAT.
And I shall leave you with a bemusing afterthought: apparently Tom Anderson, the founder and uber rich CEO of MySpace has a thing for Asian girls. More here.
Tall guy: Dude I swear to god, I was on my bed with this mad hot chick and we were making out for like a whole hour…
Short guy: Yeah? Did you put it in?
Tall guy: No…you don’t understand…I was feeling her down there, and she…duuuuuude…she had a cock!
Pause
Short guy: Yeah? Did you put it in?
–L’Express
Overheard by: John Eckstein
And their byline is just as hilarious: “It Took You a Whole Hour?”
Sometime in 2007, Malaysia is to send an astronaut into space to spend 8 days on the ISS, via the Soyuz spacecraft. Out of the 4 potential candidates, 3 are Muslims. The question of prayer was one that the Malaysian Space Agency has to answer.
According to Zainol Abidin Abdul Rashid of Malaysia’s space science institute, “following Earth time and facing in the direction of Earth are the key elements to solving the problem”.
Accordingly, Zainol’s got his head down with his graduate students from the National University of Malaysia to write a programme to “calculate the correct prayer times and directions for astronauts, once their positions are keyed in”.
Imagine you are the widow of a dead soldier and they gave you the wrong body to bury. I think you’d be pretty pissed off. But this is exactly what has happened …
The grieving family, friends and fellow soldiers of Private Kovco had been preparing for his burial in Gippsland today with full military honours.
But the wrong casket containing an unidentified body was flown into Melbourne early this morning instead of Private Kovco’s, the first Australian soldier killed in Iraq.
The body will now not be returned to the family until at least Saturday.
Private Kovco’s mother Judy said: “They’ve told us at some stage that it’s a Bosnian in that coffin.”
Did that clear up anything for you? If they weren’t hiding anything, would he end his statement with “that’s as much as I should probably say at the moment”? Suicide or accident, I think the family deserves the truth in a timely fashion. And not after reporters have had to dig it out of the Army or the Department of Defense reluctantly.
But being the cynical me, I doubt that the authorities involved would ever utter the word “suicide” because that will just open up a whole new can of worms for them. Why was he suicidal? Why didn’t the Army notice this? If they had, why didn’t they do anything about it? Are there programs to adequately deal with psychological stress and depression? There isn’t? Why not?
Frankly, if I were them, that’s just too many questions that I would want to deal with.
Added 12:44PM: As always, Dominic Knight has a good write-up. I’m such a fanboy.
