Swedish girls vs. English girls

Or should I say Swedish nightclubs vs. English nightclubs? Check the slideshow below and you will see why. The first part is really awsome, but the second part is what you were really waiting for!


Where do I want to go tonight?

Sweden, Sweden, Sweden!!!

Ok, let's face it: This slide show is not objective, but there is some truth in it. Sweden has some of the most gorgeous women, while England is not very famous to be a hottie-paradise. In fact, in my country, there's a common cliché, that English women are ugly. I don't like these kind of generalizations, they're baseless and shallow. I'm sure England has many beautiful women. But when it comes to looks, I prefer Swedish ladies over English, because I think naturally blonde women are über hot. How about you? What do you prefer, English babes or Swedish beauties? :)

Have a lovely weekend!

Sex with a horse? Are you nuts?

Disclaimer: I may curse. Sorry.

[Photo from Colombiamoda]

Where the fuck is this world going? Seriously! Are you kidding me? Nothing makes sense anymore! It's getting weirder and sicker. I better avoid watching news at all. I'm cocooning today and the next years. I need a fliter for internet to just filter out this mad sick world we're living in. I only want good news. I want to read about sane people. Because this made me sick:

• Lubna Hussein from Sudan, who was arrested July 3 for wearing pants and is now standing trial, openly defied the court by wearing the very same outfit to trial that she was arrested for. (source) [Lubna is my new hero!]
  

• A South Carolina man was charged with having sex with a horse after the animal's owner caught the act on videotape, then staked out the stable and caught him at shotgun point. But this wasn't the first time the man has been charged with buggery: He pleaded guilty last year to having sex with the same horse after owner Barbara Kenley found him in the same stable and was sentenced to probation and placed on the state's sex offender list. (source) [Sick bastard! OMG! Sick bastard!]
  

• The conservative TV host Glenn Beck said that President Barack Obama had "over and over again" shown himself to be "a guy who has a deep-seated hatred for white people or the white culture," later adding, "I'm not saying he doesn't like white people, I'm saying he has a problem ... This guy is, I believe, a racist." (source) [A white supremacist calls Obama racist. LOL.]
  

• A woman in Texas killed her own baby and ate parts of his brain. The scene was so gruesome investigators could barely speak: A 3½-week-old boy lay dismembered in the bedroom of a single-story house, three of his tiny toes chewed off, his face torn away, his head severed and his brains ripped out. When police entered, the woman screamed: "I killed my baby! I killed my baby!". She told officers the devil made her do it, police said. (source) [This is just so sick, I am speechless!]
  

I can't be sick all the time. I need to survive and I need to find a reason that my existence makes sense. At least some sense. Because sometimes it's just so fucked up that I don't have the willpower and the phisical strength to bear another day. I'd just like to vanish and say: "That's all, folks. I'm out. Bye."

How about you? Do you have the same feeling sometimes? Spew out your anger with me!

Guest Blogger: Kim Jong-il

Hello fellow friends and readers of My Kafkaesque Life. It's the Dear Leader, Kim Jong-il. I am writing instead of MKL today. Thank you, MKL, for giving me the chance to be the 1st guest blogger on your respectful site.

I want to talk about current events around the world and my personal life in the past week. Let me say first, that I became sick and permanently constipated, because of the Great Satan's pig flu, that was spread around the world from his Mexican brother to destroy Korea. Our government strengthened safety measures and took all the needed precautions to make sure that the great Korean nation is safe. If pig flu becomes wide spread in our country, we will bomb Hawaii! Or just Japan. Death to the Great Satan!

Let me tell you how my week passed. It was really a week full of lovely events. I went to the Korean national sunglasses fair. I was the only one attending and I bought all the models. When I was home, I went online and read about Lady Gaga. She has revealed recently, that she used to tone down her crazy look when she was teased about it in high school. I was shocked! Because I thought she was a rebel like me. I never toned down my look. Only recently, when I lost a lot of weight and now I look a little skimpy. I miss that sack o'potatoes around my waist, it made me look like a Yakuza boss, the women loved it. But sadly, the debauched days of reckless sexual and culinaric greed are over. Lil Jongy does not work anymore. That's why I am writing memoirs and watching reruns of Golden Girls the most of my day. I am delighted though, that today I was able to scribble this little post. It was hard to sit still. Wait... I'm feeling something's moved. A muscle is suddenly feeling lose. I have to go.

Thank you, dear readers of MKL. I may write a regular column on this blog from now on.

Dear Leader, Kim Jong-il

[NOTE by MKL: I don't think so.]

[Photo: NK Ministry of foreign affairs]

Korean friends in Ljubljana

Being a guide for the second day

Monument to Rudolf Maister, our general.

This was my second day as tour guide for my Korean friends. It was Sunday and I was about to show them our capital city Ljubljana. I came to Ljubljana in the afternoon, around 3pm, because they were visiting our beautful Bled. So we met at the trainstation and then headed towards the centre. The city was virtually empty. The only people left were tourists. It was hot and dry, so it was quite tiring to walk so much. But anytime I asked them, if they want to see some building that was a bit far off, they said yes.

Zavarovalnica Triglav building, designed by Plečnik.

The highlight was Ljubljana's Old town and the castle. While walking around thru the old narrow streets, I saw trouble ahead. There was a bunch of people, maybe 2 or 3, on bikes and one of them was shouting and harrassing passers-by. He had a golf club in his hand. And guess what? He was a skinhead. Now imagine I pass by with four Koreans. Luckily I saw a street on the left and I started walking faster and telling some stories to them, to distract them. Those assholes became louder and louder and I was afraid that they might follow us. Luckily they didn't. I remember that while these Koreans were in Austria, they told me someone look at them strangely and they didn't like it there. Then you can imagine how nervous I was that maybe some idiot says or does something stupid. Fortunately, everything was fine. Later I asked them, if they saw any people who would look at them strangely here. They said no. Pheeewww... I was relieved. Then we went up on the castle and they snapped some nice panoramic photos of Ljubljana.

Miklošičeva street.

The time for my departue came nearer. I had to go back home at 19.45, if I took some other train, it would be a very slow train and I'd come home late. And they were tired, too. So while we walked back to the train station, there was this girl like 50m infront of us. She was walking very slowly in high heels, she had shorts and a black yet transparent shirt on. Her body was amazing, I thought she was a model... and how he butt swung... wow... We were walking faster than her, so we caught up with her near the train station. All of us were waiting for the green light and I saw that she was checking us out. Maybe we were just a funny group: 4 Asians and a white guy, talking in English. Anyway, we crossed the road faster and the guys were hungry, so we went straight to McDonald's. 1 min later, she was in there, too. Maybe just a coincidence. The guys ordered some big menues, while she just ordered a small burger and sat very close to our table (hmm, I wonder). Eric said: She's hot. I said: Yea. Eric is the oldest one, he's the only one who smokes. He looks like a cool guy who would pick up a girl. Well, they were so busy with food and I busy with them, that the girl left and nobody, besides me, noticed. So Eric suddenly wondered: Where is she? She's gone, I replied. He was disappointed. Well, I never asked, if he would talked to her, but he might. We'll never know now.

Anyhow. After McD, we went for a beer and chatted like 1h. It was fun. They told me a lot about Korea and I told them things about Europe. Time just flew by and we had to say good bye. They told me they had a great time in Slovenia, better than expected and they thanked me a lot. It made me feel good that I was appreciated. But we had to part and I was kindly invited to go to Korea next time. I hope I will, because I always wanted to go (Update: And I did!).

Some more photos from that day:

Nebotičnik.

The Franciscan church.

The old railway station of Ljubljana. A new one is being built.

From left to right: Hwan, Eric, Justin and Peter.

What happened after the trip: Interestingly, Hwan (actually Kim Tae-Hwan), who was my friend for many years, suddenly unfriended me, when he returned back to Korea. It didn't happen right after the trip, but gradually over the summer and autumn of 2009. We were still fine in September, but in October he became distant and started to blame me for some things. It was right at that time, where I met my current girlfriend Lily and spent more time with her online and less with him. I thought a friend would understand that, but apparently, he didn't. He slowly blocked me in his emails, Twitter and Facebook (as Patrick Kim). He also kept changing his Western name from Shayne to Patrick to Simon... He deleted his blog, locked all profiles and stopped replying to all my questions. First I was surprised and didn't know what was going on, then I begged him to give me an answer why is he doing that, then I was angry and tried to spite. But I guess I never really got over this weird move. He adored me, called me hyong (big brother), he was so happy to meet and he promised me to guide me in Seoul, if I come to visit. Then he suddenly unfriends me and pretends like I don't even exist! And I was so nice to him, tour guided him around Maribor and Ljubljana, drove him and his friends around and even treated them few times. I don't regret that at all, but I would expect a little respect from him. Before going to Seoul this May, I begged him to meet me and to help me find my way. Guess what? He just ignored me. Just ignored and pretended I don't even exist and I went to Korea just to meet him. All his promises from the past faded away. And he tries so hard to have a good face (especially at AISEC Korea, where he's active), but what he did to me was beyond disgraceful. I'm still disappointed.

Read about guiding Korean friends in Maribor here>>

[All photos by MKL, 2009]

Why do we need blog awards?

I don't get it. The intergalactic dear leader Xenu approved a blog award that was sent to my blog via alien technology. I logged in to my Blogger account and there it was: The pink banner with the dearest words ever said to me (check the pic on the left). But what is wrong with me? Why do I not appreciate blog awards, be it given to me or to some other blogger? I've seen 'homemade' blog awards (unlike the one Xenu sent me of course!). I've seen blog awards on blogs that made me cringe and throw up at the same time (you Texan know, which one I am talking about!) and yeah, I came to the conclusion that these awards are not worth half a dime. Let me explain why:

1. There's no blog award show on TV: I think every award should be given in a show that is broadcasted on prime time TV. The blogger should have a speech prepared, where he thanks his parents, God (obviously!), the blog hosting service and its CEO and all the other bloggers that inspired him.
2. Bloggers give the award to each other: And then they put a banner on the side bar. Wouldn't it be more objective, if a team of linguists, literature historians and IT specialists examined the blogs and judged them by their language use, content and design? Or would that be too far, because after all, good blogs are fairly subjective matters?
3. Good blogs are fairly subjective matters: An awarded blog can be the best blog in the world for someone or the shittiest blog for someone else (pardon my French).
   
4. Blog award banners are all kinds of size: That's why when you have many of these banners on your side bar, it destroys the design and as points 1, 2 and 3 exposed, it does not mean anything.
5. Blog awards are abused for posts: I've noticed that every blogger who gets an award blogs about it. Ok, I was also blogging about Xenu's blog award that I recieved today, but that's different. I don't abuse this award for a 'filler', because I ran out of ideas (check my archive, duh!). Nope. I'm using Xenu's blessings to expose all the other fake blog awards. If any, it's the Xenu's intergalactic web award that's worth an undamaged dime.
   

I spoke. Did you take notes?

Do you have a filthy mind?

I just love stuff like this! Made me LOL.



Have a happy weekend!

MKL

Korean friends in Maribor

I will be a tour guide for the first time today

Today I will be a tour guy for 4 Koreans, who visit my hometown Maribor. I know one of them from the internet, the other 3 are his friends. They are all students between 20 and 24 years old. They decided to backpack across half of Europe, starting in Seoul and flying to Prague. Then they stayed three days and went on to Vienna, where they stayed two days. After that, they came to Graz, that was yesterday. Today they'll cross the Austrian border and come to Maribor. It will be in the afternoon. They'll be here only 4 hours. Luckily the town is small and we will have just enough time to see the main sights. Well, nice. I just saw it started to rain. I hope it'll stop by the time they're here. It's no fun walking around in umbrellas...
I hope they will have a good time here. I've never been a tour guide to people who came from so far and I don't really know them. I showed my ex around the town, that's all. But a group? Nope. Not yet. It will be an interesting experience and I will blog about it after I return from the tour.

Maribor's cathedral stolnica.

Gosposka street, Maribor.

Wow, they came earlier as expected. 3h earlier. I wasn't ready, so when they called me, I said I needed like half an hour. I had to take a quick shower, dress up and rush off to town. There they were at the train station with lots of back packs. We said hi, stuffed luggage in our Ford Focus and the trunk was just big enough. Then I drove them to our biggest shopping mall, where I could park my car for free. After that we went on the sightseeing tour across Maribor. I guess I was good, because I planned that we make one big circle around the whole center and inclueded all the main sights. They snapped a lot of pics, the weather was a bit cloudy, but sometimes the clouds would go away and it became very hot with a blue sky. It was hot for them, but they like it for snapping photos. They were impressed and told me that they didn't expect Maribor or Slovenia to be so nice. They were impressed with our main attraction: The 400 years old vine, the oldest vine in the world. After we saw that, I treated them some beer and we relaxed in the shade. We had some nice conversations, I guess it served me well that I know many things about Korea, which made them crack up few times. Time went by so fast. After beer, we set off back to the shopping mall. I kept telling them about Maribor's history and they liked it. While we were walking on the street, I took out my handphone and played some Lee Hyo-ri mp3s and some other Korean songs, which made them laugh out loud.

Castle square/Grajski trg.

Back in the mall, I helped them buy some stuff and then I asked them, if they want to eat something. I was hungry, I skipped lunch, so they followed me. I kept asking them to tell me where they wanna go, but they always followed me. That's what I call a very easy to handle tour participant, hehe. Anyway, we went to that restaurant where you put together your own menu, it's part a buffet and part where you order the main dish. It was funny when all four of them looked at those chicken drums and sausages and had to decide what to pick. The cook explained to me what is everything and I translated. Took us five people about 5 or more minutes, there were some people lining up behind us. But once 1 ordered something, another one wanted same and it went fast from there on. So we ate a while and then just chatted from Korean to world politics, from travel to recession and Korean girls. I got some nice info about the latter. I asked them, whether Korean girls were hard to please, they replied unanimously: Yes! Oh boy, that's bad. I asked: Why? They said they always want to be treated, wherever you go. They want to be like princess, so you need to buy stuff for them and everytime you go out, you need to drive them back to their front door. And then I added: Are they generally loyal? Again, an unanimous no. Oh, boy, that's bad again. I told them, that they basically shattered my whole image on Korean girls. They laughed and I had to ask again, was it really that bad? Well, aparently one guy was cheated by his ex, but he said that not all are as bad (of course I know that). Times have changed in Korea and now you probably don't have any security, same as in the West. I also asked if there's many Westerners having Korean girls and they said yes. I asked why is that. First answer was: Westerners are big. And not shy. Well, these guys were small and seemed a bit reserved at the first glance. But they were pretty cool when we got to know each other better. So, after the relaxing conversations, I drove them back to the train station and they gave me this gift (see pic on right). I unvrapped it at home, it's a nice Haruhana memo pad with some very artsy pics.

I can't use it, it looks too nice to be spoiled by my scribblings. They also gave me a pin with some buddhist symbol, I don't know. I will ask what it is. I will probably go to Ljubljana tomorrow, to show guide them there.

They gave me tons of compliments, I guess that made me feel good.

Read about guiding Korean friends around Ljubljana here>>

[All photos taken by Hwan, 2009]

Why am I anonymous?

Last time one blogger asked me who I was. I said check my blog. After she did, she said I was very anonymous. Well, she's right. I used to be less anonymous in the past, be it on my blog or be it on Twitter. In my old blog I never put up photos of me or people close to me, because I am just a careful person. I'm always thinking that while the internet is full of nice people that I want to get to know, read their blogs, share their views, there's some sick assholes as well. And I don't mean those who comment and say "you're an asshole" or those who spam on your blog, no. I mean the ones who are employed by governments of states like Iran, North Korea and China. They are the ones who don't give a damn about freedom of speech. Basically I don't give a damn if my blog is on some Iranian or Chinese black list (I'm sure it is), but if one day I accidentaly fall from a roof or get hit by a car or shot by someone while I travel the world, well, that wouldn't be something I'd like to experience. And you never know, because it's a mad mad world out there. I may never travel to Iran or live there, but the rest of Asia, I never know. But at the same time, I want to say (I mean blog) what's on my mind, I don't want to censor myself.

And there's another reason why I always strived to be anonymous as much as possible. It's incidents like the one, when a so called celeb-blogger picks someone out from the crowd of those who don't like her and slams him to the bone with her horde of angry followers, who think her behavior is ok and they basically try to find everything you ever posted online just to bash you or to humiliate you more. I realized that it's better not to engage with them under any circumstances, because you can't debate morons. You're wasting your time. Even if you're a mere bystander, you're a target. Well, these were lessons learned for the future.

And now I'd like to share a list of my 'controversial' posts with you that I made thru the year. I mean it's ridiculous when I think what some people get upset about, because for me it's really nothing, but some people take themselves so seriously. Here's the list:

1. Maybe my 1st controversial post was Jackie Chan disappointed me, when I started to write about what bothers me regarding China and the way their government restricts all sorts of freedoms and Jackie Chan even commended them for that. That made me angry, I wrote about it and I was surprised when I saw that the infamous Chinabounder left a comment on the post. The other controversial one would be We won't forget Tiananmen '89 我們不會忘記六四事件. Stuff like that probably blocked my blog in China. But I just want to say what's on my mind, that's why I had to write it.
   
2. Posts about beautiful women like Incredible Wang Ruo Yi made some people label me as being sick and having an Asian fetish. I mean, I've seen whole blogs dedicated to all things Asian or all things Japan, where grown up guys post photos of manga figurines and gravure models. I only write about Asian beauties sometimes and I still think I'm within the normal-label. I am not obsessed with anything, I don't have an Asian-fetish, but I like aesthetic photos of gorgeous Asian and other women.
3. Sometimes I write posts about religion. I am an atheist myself and I am very critical of religion(s). If your religion is personal, I have no problem with you. If you say one thing and do another, you're a hypocrite and your religion is only a disguise and excuse for you. I also criticised the Pope in this post: Pope decomposed in 3 steps. I think religion should and must be open to criticism. But I do have many friends who are religious and I can happily coexist with them.
4. I write about Germany and I can be harsh and critical. In Europe, Germany is the most populated country and the biggest economy. And with its sad past, it has a unique standing in Europe and the world. I myself am fluent in German and I also follow German politics and everything that happens there. Two posts, that may seem controversial to some: Germans always want to be number 1 was less controversial. The one that offended some Germans (read comments) was this post: How do Germans feel on D-Day? I guess it's very easy to offend Germans: criticize them or their country and they're already offended.
5. I wrote a lot about Iran in the time of the post election ruckus. That was the first time that I got a lot of feedback, mostly positive, but few very nasty (calling me names) and I didn't publish their comments. I usually don't censor, but I don't publish spam and insults. I mean insults with no explanaition. If you tell me I'm an asshole and give a good explanation, I will publish and try to defend myself. Plain insults are just boring. Here are the posts that sparked minor controversies: Elections in Iran are worth a sack of potatoes, Iran: Real apathy or fake sympathy? and the one post, that really pissed off a German guy, who defended the Iranian regime: Travel to Iran.
6. I am a very international guy and I had my share of travel and interracial relationships, that's why I like to write about race-relations and racism. I realized that these days people are throwing the racist card very easily. I hate being labeled a racist, especially because I am so anti-racist and strive for racial and human equality. My post Are Asian women really attracted to Western men wasn't really controversial, but I got a lot of feedback and I saw similar posts on other blogs that sparked some controversy. This is just ridiculous: People should understand the difference between personal preference (taste) and thinking one race is superior to another. It's a huge difference!
7. So far the post that sparked the biggest anger and most offensive comments (and you wouldn't believe how ridiculous that is, when I tell you that it's the post with the title...) Dawn Yang, best Singaporean blogger! I wrote that post around the time of a minor uproar in the blogosphere, and after I defended the defamed blogger in some previous posts, so many angry supporters of a certain blogger let out their anger on my blog and especially on Dawn Yang - basically bashing her in long essay-like posts that I never published. Or they just trashed me. Well, I could've easily had like 70 comments under that post. Until now I don't understand how some people can get so nasty and angry over some things someone writes in the blog; over opinion, over personal preference. Because of that, they want to hack all your accounts, trash you, your friends (even family). It's ridiculous. That's the time when I learned that I have to become even more anonymous than I already was. I deleted a lot of stuff and made a clear cut from the past and started this blog. But I am well aware that there's no 100% anonymity online. They'll find me one day, but I don't care.
   

Well, I'm only blogging for something over a year now, but I want to blog for a long time. I learned a lot in very short time and that's why I decided to be anonymous as much as possible. However, if you'd go thru all my posts, you'd probably find a lot of info about who I am, where I am from, maybe even my name. It's not like I wanna be perfectly anonymous, I'm just a little cautious, that's all. (I know Google knows everything!) I have to say, that I met many nice bloggers online and I added them to Facebook or Twitter, where they could get to know me better and even see some pics of me. That's why, if I feel I can trust you, I'll add you with no hesitation. But trust has to be built, especially when you know about the dangers that are out there... in the blogosphere and beyond.

And now tell me, did you ever write something controversial? Did you ever delete comments or posts? Explain why and tell me about your experiences with anonymity and online controversies. Thanx.

[Cartoon modified by me, originally by Adam Zyglis]

Stupid song lyrics

I love quotes. And the quote from Voltaire on the image below, which I found yesterday, made me think about stupid song lyrics. Especially rap seems to be the leading genre in this regard lately, so I googled 'stupid rap lyrics' to see what can be found online. I came across a site, that has a collection of 25 stupid rap lyrics. I put together my personal top 5. Check them below.

My top 5 stupid rap lyrics:

5 "Got a Bill in my mouth like I'm Hillary Rodham."
~by Ali G [song: Grillz]

4 "I like them black, white, Puerto Rican or Haitian,
like Japanese, Chinese or even Asian."
~by Chingy [song: Balla Baby]

3 "Young, black, and famous, with money hanging out the anus."
~by Mase [song: Can't Nobody Hold Me Down"]

2 "Never let me slip, cause if I slip, then I'm slippin."
~by Dr. Dre [song: Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang]

1 "Don't try to treat me like I ain't famous, my apologies,
are you into astrology, cause I'm, I'm tryin to make it to Uranus."*
~by Kanye West [song: Gettin' It In]

[*Uranus = your anus, in case you didn't figure that out]

[Read whole Top 25 here] [Photo source: Screencap from 'Fairytale' by Ayu]
[Thank you, Rinaz for the help with the text tool blending options tutorial]

1 Is soup food or drink?

2 Are socks clothes or shoes?

3 Is Australia a continent or an island?

4 Are fish swimming or diving?

5 Is Twitter a curse or a blessing?

6 Are men the weaker or the stronger sex?

7 Is god christian or muslim?

These are some random questions that troubled me today. Can anyone answer at least one of them and explain to me, because I am not very bright. Thank you :)

[This is just for fun, don't be too serious.]

"I'm busy, I have no time."

I'm not a big fan of lame excuses, especially because they are so obviously bogus, that it's really embarrassing, but it's hard to get around them, so sometimes I am compelled to use them. Today I was thinking which one is the lamest. I came to the conclusion that it must be the

"I'm busy, I have no time" excuse.

It's probably the easiest way to tell someone indirectly that you don't want to meet up. Because that's what I feel someone is trying to tell me. And that gets confirmed when I ask the follow-up question "How about tomorrow?" and the answer is "Busy, too." Everybody is always busy, always working, never has time. How can that be? I know I'm not always busy and I use this excuse when I don't want to meet with someone, ergo, others must be using the same trick as me. Simple as that.

Well, worse than the people who use this lame exuse are the people who just don't understand it or just don't care. I have a friend who's like that. He will ask: "So what are you doing?" Because I know him well, I usually prepare some extra excuses in advance and I'd usually answer: "We're doing something around the house, then I need to drive my sister somewhere and after that I have to go and buy something." That's enough to save me - one day! Because he won't stop there. No, no. He will usually go on with "What about the next day?" It gets tougher to find excuses for the day after, but I can manage, if I am in good form. But when he adds "What about the day after?" for the next 3 or 4 days, I usually run out of excuses and give in and meet with him eventually, even if I don't really want.

So why are we doing this? Why can't we just say to the person: "Sorry, I don't want to meet up with you any time soon, because your stories bore me, you don't interest me at all and I feel like I'm wasting my time." We don't want to break up the friendship, but we also don't want to be so close with somebody. Mostly, we just expect that the person can read between the lines, when we say "I'm busy, I have no time" and just leave us alone until we are in the mood to meet. Time passes and finally it's our turn to ask "Hey, do you want to meet?" And if there's some unwritten karmic law, the person will answer:

"Sorry, I'm busy, I have no time."

[Photo: Source]

My sexy dream

Today I had a very unusual dream, or should I say dreams, because I remember 2 different stories. I usually don't dream women, but today I dreamt about two! How lucky can I get, huh? :)

비몽 1

I was in a room somewhere, it was evening. It could be a club or pub, but it was quite messy. It was made of wood. And there were many people sitting and chatting. I think it was somewhere in Asia, probably Korea. Then a girl entered the place and guess who was it? Honey Lee! One of my favourite beauties. She was miss South Korea 2007. In my dream, she had some people escorting her and she looked very shy. I think I was the only one who recognized her, but she wore a hat and she had some very casual clothes on. I approched her and said: Hello Honey, I am a big fan, can I snap a photo of you and me with my cell phone? I remember she didn't reply, just smiled and passed by and girl, who accompanied her, said she will speak with her and let me know. So I waited on the other side of the room and they talked. After few minutes, that girl came back and said: Honey agreed to snap a photo with you. So I went there, bowed and smiled and the girl took my cell phone, because she said she'll snap the photo. We both kneeled down and that girl snapped a picture of us. After that my memory is fuzzy... I think I was trying to flirt with her, or at least chat a little... And I think we did... hmm... unfortunately I don't remember more :( But it was really a good dream :)

비몽 2

Ok, this dream was the last one I remember before I woke up. And when I realized it, it was really strange to me, because I dreamed about a cute blonde girl. I still have the image of her in my head all day. I try to find someone online that resembles her. She had blonde hair tied in a cute little pony tail. And she really liked me. I remember we were sitting in on a bench in a park and we talked and laughed... and finally we kissed. I remember holding her hand and I was really so happily in love. Unfortunately that's all I remember :( I know there was more happening... but I guess it will remain buried somewhere in the depth of my mind.

Conclusion

I wonder why I dreamed 2 girls in one night. But dreams are always a mystery. Have you ever dreamed being in love with someone? How about kissing? I have to say I was really trying so hard to fall asleep again, but it didn't work. Why are dreams over, if we open our eyes? I could still remember the story, the girl... ah, what to do. It was just a dream. Life goes on like before :-)

OMG, I never proposed to a woman!

I just realized, I'm almost 3o and never proposed. I had 3 shots (3 long term relationships), yet I blew it. I have to say, I was never a fan of weddings, because in my country almost half of the people don't marry, they just live together, have kids... that's normal here. Marry, not marry, no difference here. But when I started dating Asian women, weddings and marriage is like crucial in every person's life. First I was sceptical, but then I realized that most people in Asia marry and they stay together (unlike Europe), so there's nothing cynical about weddings. They are taken very seriously and they are big, expensive and sometimes there's even people attending who you don't really know well. Here it's usually only people you personally know well.

Regardless the facts, I just never proposed. I guess I was afraid. It just didn't feel right, but I still held on to the relationship. I'm weird. But the older I get, the more I wish to propose to someone and marry. If I didn't have the Asian-experience, I probably wouldn't ever think about marriage and proposing. So, I will propose to the first woman who comments here. I'm so desperate. Haha...

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A wise man

“A wise man makes his own decisions, an ignorant man follows public opinion”
(Chinese proverb)

I wonder why I didn't change my habits when I got the chance last week, when the internet was down. It's funny when you know that temperance is the key for a happy life, when you know that being in the middle is where you can sail smoothly. Yet, I always tend to go to the extreme. I am aware of my current problems, I know my behavior is a way of running away from them. I have to be a rock that stands firmly in times of turbulence and confusion and stop being a feather that's affected by every breeze. I learned that today.

I need to value myself higher and be more self-confident and not allow people to treat me in a way I do not deserve, because I did a lot for them. I always strive for equality in human relations, if it gets unbalanced, I tend to question the entire relation.

But this is not about other people and human relations, it's about me becoming a wiser man, building myself up, building a stronghold in my real world environment rather than building something shaky and unstable in the unreal world.

A cowardly soldier and alien Obama

As you may have heard, some people in America, who hate Obama, want to prove that he's not a natural-born citizen of USA and therefore he's not elegible to be the president of the United States. They have whole websites dedicated to trash him just because he's not white black and because of his 'Hussein' middle name. For white supremacists and racists a black American president named Hussein must be like the fall of Babylon. They think stuff like this is funny [Their god must be cracking up].

Obama was born in Hawaii, Hawaii is part of USA (ask Rowena). The law is clear: If you're born on US soil, you are a natural-born citizen of America, regardless of your parents citizenship [check this article]. I like this law, I consider flying to USA on vacation when my wife will be almost due to give birth :).

Well, those Obama-haters (or shall I say nutcases) then go on saying his birth certificate was altered, forged or whatever. Anyway, no court has taken these people really seriously and they have no proof because there is none. But they have a lot of time and they have a lot of hate. How about they spend it on the research of the US presidential election of 2000 and George Bush and his issues with the law? Oh, that's history and it wouldn't bother them anyway.

Then I read this article on HuffPost and one comment really cracked me up. It's about a soldier who refused to be deployed to Afghanistan because (he believes) Barack Obama was never eligible to be president because of that birth-certificate thingy. Funny, huh? Some people called him coward, but one guy was really funny. Here's his take on this:

Comment by Gover: I am also a soldier and it is my belief that Barack Obama is not a human being. I believe that he is an alien and I would be following illegal orders if I were to deploy to Afghanistan by order of an extraterrestrial imposter.
I will happily return to service if I can personally anally probe Barack Obama. Only deep, lengthy examination of the colon can satisfy my skepticism and therefore Obama must comply with my demands.

One guy replied and it cracked me up, too, haha...

@Gover by cimbri: You don't need to investigate since your head is already up his colon.

I can just laugh about this nonsense. It's always amusing when libs and neocons clash. So far, the libs were funnier, but I guess the neocons will catch up, because the current president is making them go nuts. And I couldn't be happier about this fact.

[Photo: Source]

About hypnotized killers and lovers

I was recently watching a show where they proved, that you can hypnotize a person to have full control over him and actually use him even for killing someone. There was a case was used for robbing a bank and killed two people along the way. But when they found out that he was hypnotized and therefore had no control over his actions, they started to look for the person behind all this. They found him, charged him with murder and sentenced him to prison. An interesting twist.

That made me think. I would never use someone to commit a crime, but I was thinking about something else: Would it be possible to hypnotize your dream woman to fall in love with you? I think it would be. But then again, how long would such a hypnosis stay? And something else would bother me: Wouldn't it be so fake when someone loved you, because you programmed him or her to do so? It would be a thrill for a short while, but some time later, at least for me, the magic would be gone. It just wouldn't be real, because the person would lose its original personality and it wouldn't be the dream girl or guy you used to phantasize about.

There's another thought I had: Isn't it same, when someone has a strong crush or an obsession? The admired person could also manipulate the obsessed one. Then again, I don't understand the joy of manipulating people. For me obsessive behavior is deemed extreme and unhealthy and it's a huge turn-off. I think it would be wiser to bring the obsessed person back to reality.

For me there's nothing more rewarding than real love that comes naturally. Every relationship has an initial period where you project all your desires and unreal expectations on your partner. But soon there comes a time, when you actually start getting to know the real person behind the image you created, you see all his or her flaws and downsides. In my experience that comes after a year. That's the time when your own hypnosis starts fading.

Damn, it happened to me 3 times, I need to learn from this. The next woman I fall in love with, I need to sober down in the initial phase and try to check the facts: Do we really have common interests, values and expectations? Not like what I usually do: Oh, you're not into politics? Oh, no problem. You don't like to talk about history, culture, world events? You have no opinion on any of these things? No problem. Well, it becomes a problem after a while when we have nothing to say to each other and the sex can't compensate for everything else that doesn't match. I want my girlfriend to be my best friend, my confidant and my lover. Is that too much to ask for? Some say they found their soulmate. Well, I don't know… I don't know wheather you're out there, but I won't push it to find you, I wish you'd find me. But maybe I'm hypnotized and don't want to face the reality. Maybe there's no perfect match out there for me.

[Photo: Screencap of Ayumi Hamasaki video]

Kidnapping and murder near my house!

It was a sad sad day today. Willy was kidnapped and murdered. The suspect is unknown, but according to my investigation, he is a tom-cat between 2-10 years, sneaky, fast and merciless. He must have surprised our cat Pacha, while she was not paying attention to her newborn: Willy. [See photos below]

My sister managed to snap few pics of Willy today. Let me tell Willy's life story. Willy was 2 days old. All of his life he spent in a box. He was a single child. Because we gave his mum, Pacha, hormonal pills that prevent pregnancy, she probably lost the ability to get 4 or 5 kittens like usually. That's why she only had one kid: Willy. We wanted a cat few months ago, so mum skipped the pills for her. Soon a lot of tom-cats from neighbouring houses started to come and made her pregnant within a week. 3 months later Willy was born. That was on this Monday. We were so happy, because we wanted a male cat and Willy was male. And he looked so cool. The fur was unique: Dark brown on top, then striped on the belly with the color changing to light grey. I imagined how I will raise Willy, play with him, spoil him and cuddle with him... I love cats. We have two females, so another male would be perfect. Willy seemed perfect. But...
...kidnapping and murder occured near my house! Tonight! It started with gusty winds, then lightning and heavy rain. Suddenly I heard a scream through that heavy rain noise. I asked my mum what it was. I checked outside, it was the cats. OMG! First I thought it's our two cats fighting, but that seemed very odd. I had to check. I took a torchlight and went out. It was scary, because it was lightning near by and just a week ago a lightning struck near my house and shut my internet down for 1 week. I was brave. I was bold. I was stupid. But I had to check.
The crime scene was following: Pacha in distress and confused, Misha came around the corner in a sneaky pose. I shone some light in the box where Willy used to lay: It was empty! OMG, Willy is gone! I told my mum and sister. We went to check around the box and around the house. Willy was gone. I went further to the main road: No sign of Willy! When I came back, we started to blame each other about whose fault was it that Willy was gone. Our argument was pointless. Willy was gone and so were our hopes and dreams we put in the little guy. I told my mum that there is no real safety for a young cat here. Our cats are outside at night, danger is present all the time. I really don't know how Pacha couldn't secure and protect Willy. That sneaky little bastard who took Willy, I hope he's happy now. Mum said that tom-cats sometimes kill the babies so that the female would mate again. Well, you made a bad move, buddy. I think mum will put pacha back on the pills and you won't be able to empty your bean can in her bowl. And if I spot you sneaking around our house tomorrow, you can bet I will chase you like there is no tomorrow. You killed Willy! You escaped today, but there's always a tomorrow. I'll getcha, you betcha!

R.I.P. Willy. We didn't have enough time to become close, but you grew on me, Willy. I dedicated a whole post to you. Who does that, Willy? Who does that for a cat who was only 2 days old? I do. I do because I am a good person. And you will always and forever be rememebered, Willy! [Unless Blogger goes into bankrupcy and it's taken down.]

Tiffany Wong, Hong Kong model

Let me introduce you one of Hong Kong's finest models

Photos by Jimmy Leung, source.

Tiffany Wong is one of the most beautiful friends I have. Well, look at the pics: Could I say it better? The only thing I need to explain is 'friend'. It's meant in a very broad sense of the meaning, because I'm not really close with Tiffany. I never met her in real and we only message each other on Facebook from time to time.

I stumbled accross Tiffany, a model from Hong Kong in her twenties, on Friendster few years ago and decided to write to her, because I was wondering if such a gorgeous girl would reply back to me, it was really just a test. But to my surprise she did reply and ever since we messaged with each other now and then. Although she's a model and strikingly gorgeous, she's very humble and grounded. As we both later started using Facebook, she added me as her friend and from that on I like to comment on her photos or message her. But she's not online as much as me. I guess that's because she's very busy with her photo shoots and events.

Anyway, what made me write about her was our recent messaging on FB, where she offered me to be my guide in case I come to Hong Kong some day. I was like wow, so kind of her. I'd take the offer immediately, if I had the luxury of flying to that amazing city and having her being my guide would certainly be a highlight of my trip. Unfortunately I don't see myself going to Hong Kong any time soon.

But let's go on topic again. What's so special about Tiffany Wong is her natural beauty. She's really blessed with a slim figure and long legs and a purely beautiful face. She's just a naturally gorgeous beauty. And now add her down-to-earth personality and you've got a dream woman you'll hardly find anywhere else. I know my judgement is not based on all facts, but that's just my impression of her. Sure, every person has a downside and is not always perfect like the photos want to convey. But as I said, everyone has flaws, it's part of who we are, so that shouldn't be highlighted as if it was something extraordinary. I'm not writing this as a kind of weird groupie, but just as a friend and admirerer of her work. I think her photos are really beautiful. Not only because of her, but also because there's so many good photographers in Hong Kong. And she really works with some of the best. If you browse thru her photo albums, you'll see, that she's doing a lot of bridal shoots. I think that's where she's at her best. She just looks adorable in a wedding dress and no wonder that she gets booked so much. She looks like the perfect bride.

Besides the bridal shots, she's doing all kind of photos, so you better check her photo albums yourself (below are the links). I'm sure you'll find some photos that will mistify you as they mistifyed me. If you're from Hong Kong and you look for a model, please contact Tiffany, I'm sure you wont be disappointed. I'd be very happy if someone booked her because of my review, hehe. I wish her good luck and hopefully more incredible photos to come. My favorite portrait photos of her are the following: Photo 1, Photo 2, Photo 3, Photo 4 and Photo 5.

PS: Tiffany read my post about her and felt very happy and flattered :-)

For more check Tiffany's website & photo albums>>

1 SOME OF TIFFANY'S PHOTOS:

Photos by Saymond, source.

Right photo by Jimmy Leung, source.

Photos by Twin Link Ltd, source.

2 SOME OF TIFFANY'S VIDEOS:

Reporting from an Anime Cosplay convention in Hong Kong, 2010

You'll find more videos of Tiffany here:

1 Tiffany 約您喺中環食 lunch
2 成百萬一張壽司 bar 枱
3 辣辣壽司邊個食
4 食極都唔願走
5 Tiffany 密密食 @ 香港餐室

All photos with courtesy of Tiffany Wong. The photographers are credited.

Gurney Drive, Penang, Malaysia

Penang's place to be

Ah... Penang. When I hear this name, I get sentimental. Penang is the famous Pearl of the Orient, but it's also a city where I connect many fond memories. It's my own personal pearl. The name derives from the famous betel nut [檳榔 or bīn láng].

I've been to Singapore, Kuala Lumpur, Hong Kong... but no place in Asia has the same charm as Penang. This city is different. On the one hand it's totally Malaysian: dense traffic, noise and extremely hot. But it's also a bit different, not only because it's located on an island, but because of its people. It's one of the few Malaysian cities, that has more Chinese than Malays (only Ipoh is more Chinese dominated). But you'll find all kinds of people there. It has a rich history and it's famous all over Malaysia, no, all over Asia for being a food paradise. You have a lot of tourists in Penang that come from everywhwere: Westerners, Japanese, Thais, Singaporeans and many more. I have a special personal bond with Penang, because my 3 months, that I spent there in 2007 were the best time of my life. I really miss those days. And most of the time I was in Gurney Drive. It's a vibrant part of Penang stretched along the northern coast, where you have a lot of hawkers, shopping malls, hotels, condos and a very long promenade along the shore. Let me show you some photos of Gurney.

Gurney is the part of Penang, where many rich people live.

There's a long promenade with benches stretched along the coast.

Gurney Plaza is the biggest shopping mall in the area. I have loved to go shopping here.

The front part of Gurney Plaza mall, where cars are allowed to pass. Usually guys would pick up girls after work here. Malays and Indian usually on scooters, Chinese usually in cars.

Here's a little plaza with cafés and restaurants. I loved to hang out here. It was always a good mix of locals and tourists, because of the hotel and the condo in the area.

Right is Gurney Plaza, on the left is a condo. This was in 2007.

The Sunrise Tower in Gurney. I used to live here. It was an amazing time.

Close to the Sunrise Tower.

A local night market was in the area. I always ate local delicacies here. It was divided in two parts, the biggest and the crowded one was with Chinese food, the smaller was with Malay and Indian food. That's because Muslims are not allowed to eat non-Muslim (non halal) food.

Cars parked along the main road in Gurney.

Gurney Drive was definitely one of my favorite parts of Penang. Of course the locals will say it's very touristy and that the food there is not the best, but the night market was usually bursting with people, especially on Friday and Saturday evenings. It was the place where I used to live, where I used to go every day and I started to like it. And sometimes I miss it. Back in 2007 the Gurney Plaza shopping mall wasn't extended yet, it was much smaller, but still good enough for a daily visit to the food court or to buy some small things. Living in Gourney is very convenient. If you ever choose to settle in Penang, I think that's the place to be.

Check also: My post about Gurney Plaza Shopping Mall>>

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