Health Risks

I read an article in the "news"paper today about call center workers. Call center agent or call boy as I like to call it, is a trendy job nowadays. Seems like a long time ago flipping burgers and working retail were seen as opportunities. Now, call centers are the jobs of fashionable hip people who do nothing but speak proper englis with pronun-siation, answer phones and talk to Joe Foreigner. Also, they fuck around a lot while their at it.

According to recent surveys, call boys are most at risk for unprotected sex, STDs, sleep disorders, smoking and drinking. The curious thing about the article is the way it went about phrasing the whole thing. The article implied as if these risks were something external. It's as if that if you work in a call center, you just might get AIDS. Look, stop calling them health risks that call boys "face" and just state the obvious, its just stupid behavior that call boys do. There's nothing risky at all working in a call center but the report rather implies that a lot of call center workers are hedonists.

I don't find anything wrong about it. If you want to have orgies in the break room, hey, its none of my business. But if puss suddenly leaks from your genitals or better yet, get the HIV, it wont stop my from laughing my ass off.

Assembly

Been feeling sick lately. My throat hurts which is good. Maybe I can channel it all to write and make an update.

My friend and I are kind of war freaks. We like war movies. My friend let me borrow his copy of Assembly, a Chinese war film made back in 2007.

The first part of the movie is action packed. Guts and blood flying everywhere and people's tiny pieces being blown to tiny pieces. Our hero, Captain Gu, is fighting the Nationalists (bad guys for China) in China's civil war. Anyway, you can tell he's a pretty emotional guy after he loses it and almost shoots POWs when his political officer gets evaporated. Anyway his superiors send him over to defend a strategic location and hole up in a mine to resist the Nationalists. They order him to defend it to the last man or until the assembly bugle is sounded. You meet his crew of cheerful and interesting soldiers who all die horribly and the first act is finished with everyone in a smoldering heap except the captain.

The story then gets a little hazy. Gu jumps through time and ends up in the Korean War and then jumps through time again to retire as a soldier and then just wanders about aimlessly...through time. This movie skips through years like a fatty skips the salad bar. He gets pissed and loses it again when he hears his men, who defended the mine, were simply listed as MIA instead of heroes and their final resting spot turned into a quarry. So he runs around crying manly tears, throwing chairs, kicking gravestones and fighting bureaucracies. Some chick gets married I guess... Anyway, its revealed that his men were sacrificed so the rest of the battalion could escape so that's why the order never came to retreat. In the end, the bodies of his men are conveniently found, are honored posthumously and the assembly bugle is sounded over their monument all poetic and shit. More manly tears.

I like simple war movies like this. At first I liked it for all the bloody carnage but when it turned to drama I had my doubts. Fortunately, the drama was okay enough. Come to think of it, we don't really know much about Captain Gu. His character was never developed that much. I mean, we don't know his history, his politics and whatnot but that's the beauty of it. It became easy to just label him the righteous grizzled war hero and feel his pain. This movie is best if you don't think of it too much. Gu fights Nationalists(bad guys for China), he and his men are heroes, his men are forgotten, he feels alone and pissed, he fights for his fallen comrades, they are found and honored, pack it up and we are done.

Not bad.

IR BS

For my assignment, I'm supposed to read about Postmodernist International Relations Theory. What a load of crap.

Honestly, I can't understand the material. Its the kind of material I hate. You know the kind of material. It's the one that keeps referencing other scholars(Burke 1989) and doesn't get to the damn point.

At least I didn't get Feminist Theory. Now that's BS.

Smile

Like I mean it.

Sleep

After much experimentation, I discovered less sleep equals more misery.

After two consecutive days of sleeping less, I discovered an increase in apathy, irritability and acne. Also, I become hungry more often and eat more than the usual.

I must publish these findings in a scientific journal.

Zero Weekend

Tomorrow is Monday.

I hate Sunday nights. I always get this feeling that there's something I forgot to do. I see now why I didn't update everyday before. The reason why is because there's nothing much to talk about. This weekend, I did nothing pretty much. Zero productivity.

Bah.

Hokuto No Ken

I've been watching an old but lengthy anime called Hokuto No Ken or Fist of the North Star. It is so violent and bloody hilarious, I get nosebleeds just watching it.

The story is set in a post-apocalyptic world in the year 199X. The world was ravaged in a nuclear war, law and order is non-existent. It stars our hero Kenshiro who is pictured above. He's wandering the world looking for his lost girlfriend or something. I only seen the first few episodes since it takes a while to get the other hundred or so episodes. I dunno. What I do know however is that compared to Kenshiro's fists, nuclear weapons are about as dangerous as matchsticks in a rainstorm.

You see, Kenshiro is a practitioner of Hokuto no Ken, a killing martial art with emphasis on the kill. Hokuto no Ken attacks your pressure points causing your body to damage itself from inside out. Basically you explode.

Kenshiro is based on Bruce Lee somewhat in that he shrieks like a little girl when he attacks. Don't let that fool you please, for the love of God. Kenshiro kicks so much ass. The world is vaguely reminiscent of Mad Max but then again, I don't recall Max ever splitting a guy in half with his thumbs.

Seriously, the best part of the show is the incredibly brutal way Kenshiro wipes the floor with his opponents. He could pinch your earlobe to make your testicles explode. He punches through tanks. He can make all your fingers burst by poking just one of them...in one hand. The best part is, he looks so nonchalant while doing it too. He even tells his opponents, "I just attacked your pressure point. Your body will snap backwards like a folding chair. You also have only ten seconds to live. Enjoy." There's even a little timer onscreen to show you how much time the guy has left before he bites it just for maximum giggles.

Atatatatatatatatatatata-atatatatatatatata!

Oh no! I'm too late!

Update

I said I would update everyday so here it is.

Pringles

Today I saw a can of Pringles.

It was barbecue flavor, my favorite. I wanted to buy it but I didn't. Want to know why? It's because I'm keeping my resolution. I'm going to eat less junk food to be healthy.

Godamnit, I'm so proud of myself.

Beer

I don't drink alcohol.

I don't know why. I was just never interested really. I often see classmates and friends chilling out with a few beers laughing and smiling like normal people do. So I decided, I'm going to try and drink beer.

I bought a can of beer and drank a bit. It tastes fucking terrible. Seriously, I just hate that bitter crap. Trying beer ad hating it only reinforced my idea that I must be from bizzarro planet or something. So I tried wine and found I didn't like it as well. I guess I just don't like alcohol and apparently that's hard to understand for some people. They keep telling me to just take a sip and stop laming up the entire room.

So I just lie and tell them I'm Muslim and that alcohol is haram. Shuts them up good.

Sick of Myself - Matthew Sweet

I'm lazy.

2010

2009 was meh.

Anyway my resolution last year was that I wouldn't swear...a lot. I think I kept that resolution, I think I've said "fuck" only 22 times. My resolution this year would be to not eat more than one item of junk food per month, eat less and exercises more. Sound ambitious? Yes. Ridiculous? Oh yes. But if I can keep my fucking mouth clean for one year, I can do this!

What's with all the feng shui BS? Every year its the same people spouting how the year of the tiger or ox or donkey is good for the economy and so forth. Why don't these mystics just admit that bad stuff is going to happen and we are all doomed like the elections. I heard the next president might be a retard but hey, everyone deserves a chance.

Also, I resolve to update everyday no matter how small. My resolutions start tomorrow so I'm off to gorge myself on Twix bars while I still can. Also, I resolve not to procrastinate as much.