When the Big Boys Eff Up

the man-on-the-street suffers.

Read this:

BP's Top Kill Effort Fails to Plug Oil Gulf Leak

and try not to weep.


"It is as enraging as it is heartbreaking, and we will not relent until this leak is contained, until the waters and shores are cleaned up, and until the people unjustly victimized by this manmade disaster are made whole," ~ Obama.

Good one, Mr President. I wonder, though, how the fishermen who will face huge losses and damages to their lives because of this incident are going to be 'made whole'. They are FISHERMEN. You can't give them ten grand (I'm just assuming, maybe it's twenty. Or two.) and be like 'okay, now go play far far'.

 "If fishing's bad for five years, I'll be 60 years old. I'll be done for," ~ Johnny Nunez, owner of Fishing Magician Charters, Louisiana.

"We don't have time to wait while they try solutions. Hurricane season starts on Tuesday."~ Billy Nungesser, parish president.

Seriously, Mr. P, unless you can generate more fish, or retrain them for different jobs, I don't really see how you'd make them whole.

In short, the people are fucked.

By the way, so's the environment.

 It's not supposed to be black.

This looks a bit like those super oily soups. But worse. Bye-bye, fishies.

BP is denying that the oil leak stems from their kiam-ness in trying cut costs. Anyway, if it is true, I bet they're kicking themselves now since it's costing them $33 million a day to fix it.

Bodo Petroleum.

Smack The Designer...

...who overlooked this error!

 Eh? Why sticking out one?

The elephant seems to be looking at its own.. uh..

Other trunk.

Heh heh.

Too much fun is hard on the knees

Why?

Spent the whole of yesterday ON MY FEET. I am a couch potato - there's nothing I love more than sitting around all day tapping away on my beloved notebook. But yesterday, I spent the entire afternoon and some of the evening in Empire, the newest shopping centre to hit Subang (can I get a 'YAYY!' from the ladies?), followed by a night of frenzied 'dancing' in Zouk. I say 'dancing' because I'm convinced I look like an octopus that was just freed from a fisherman's net.

Oh yeah babyy.. Shakin' that ass yeah shakin' that ass *flail flail*

Was fun, though! It's fun to get off my arse once in a while. My knees hurt, though. Is it a sign of (OH GOD, THE HORROR) aging? Anyway, in case you were hoping for pics of a red-faced May Lee clutching an alcoholic drink, Zouk pics are not available. HA.

But pics of Tarbush - where I went with my family for lunch - ARE!

Mmm Lebanese food is made of the awesome. Not expensive, either! Service could be better, but they seemed quite busy so I suppose you can't expect too much (in Malaysia). 

 

Tabouleh salad (sour), some soup (lentils = mmm), and lamb hommus (MMMMMM). Oh, and Lebanese bread.

"THE SALAD IS MINE, CHILD!" The chicken briyani to the left? NICE.

Prettyyyyy. Now, back to pics of food. And me.

Arabian mint tea. Sounds refreshingly yummy? IT IS.

I am the genteel lady, he's the fogged-specs kid.

Evidently, I get my poser tendencies from Mom and Dad.

"Goood.. Theees eees goooood."

I agree with my dad. =)

P/s: My dad waited up for me til 3.45 in the morning. I am a crap kid. I am never reproducing; if my offspring turn out like me, I may commit childicide.

Why I Love

Glee!

Well, the major draw is that it's a musical. I. LOVE. MUSICALS.

Mamma Mia.

My Fair Lady.

High School Musical (yes, even that!).

Hairspray.

I love them all. A lot are Broadway productions I haven't been able to watch because they are EXPENSIVE, but I really love the ones that have been made into movies!

Hmm. I think all this love for singing in movies and TV shows stems from a Disney-based childhood.

Swan Princess, Aladdin, Pocahontas, Hercules, Mulan.. they all have awesome awesome songs. I still sing along really loudly whenever I hear Disney songs. Yes, I'm going on 22. No, I won't stop.


But back to Glee! Yes, it's a musical. But it's also a TV show! With weekly themes like Madonna! What's not to love?

That aside, they have

                          Shh.. Don't scream my name TOO loud.
HIM as a star. If only there were teachers this hot when I was in school.

And Glee has

Puck! Okay, he's not the main star. But who cares? LOOK AT HIM.

Aaaand

          "So you like showtunes. It doesn't mean you're gay, it just means you're awful."

Sue Sylvester! 'Nuff said. Just.. watch Glee. You'll know why she's effing A.W.E.S.O.M.E.

                                                                 WATCH GLEE!
NPH and Mr Schue. 'Dream On' duet (this is for the guys who refuse to watch Glee). Dudes, its Aerosmith! WATCH. OR DIE.

RAZR, your name was totally misleading.

THIS is what you should've looked like!

Fuh. I foresee many many phone conversations in China that contain


"... and as I was saying, your EFFING mother is such a BITCH -"
"Uh.. darling, you're on loudspeaker. I'm shaving. My mother is here."
"YES, DARLING, his mother is here."

*cue Jaws theme song*

When Wishes Come True!

I read these three articles today about the Make A Wish foundation and the children they've made happy; found

here;

here;

and here;

and teared up. Not so much for the awesomeness of getting one's wish come true, but because the ones getting wishes granted are children with terminal illnesses like cancer. What were you doing as a child? I was climbing trees, and falling down and reading incessantly - basically living a carefree life where the worst thing that could happen to me was when I messed up and got grounded. Those kids spend their childhoods in hospitals, watching their parents cry and scrape together some money for treatments. Those kids spend their days in pain, suffering from the side-effects of chemotherapy or radiation.

Some of those kids are bald,

some are skinny,

or weak

or have reduced mobility due to their illness.

But they have spirit, and the will to live.

Some of those kids die after their wishes are granted, some of the kids survive to lead normal lives. But all of them have bigger balls than some adults in this world.

                               Brett, 7, diagnosed with soft tissue cancer

I can't help it.. When I read about children getting ill, all I can think of is 'IT'S SO UNFAIR!'

The article titled 'Experience of a Lifetime' talks about a kid named Harith Hazim who is 4 and is battling cancer. He's quoted as telling his mother 'Jangan nangis, mak. Hazim kuat, saya tidak nangis', when his mother would cry during his treatments.

Here he is, getting his wish granted - to launch his own rocket. Cue the tears and the sniffles.

P/S:To his left is the hamsap angkasawan who totally scandaled with a student (his fiancee, he's making an honest woman out of her) while she was in his class in UKM. Yay UKM! *bangga*

Oh God, Not Again

So, Twilight is looming on the horizon, making fangirls cream themselves and people like me want to jump off something really tall.

I do NOT like Twilight, in case you haven't noticed. Yes, Robert Pattinson is good-looking in a bloodless sort of way, but.. he's just not good enough to save this ludicrous story. Taylor Lautner is smoking, though, and is the ONLY thing that kept me going throughout New Moon - a movie I absolutely refused to watch, but was forced to in the end due to familial pressure.

                               Hello, you delicious piece of jailbait, you.

Thank god, they wisened up halfway through that waste of DVD memory. We watched the whole thing, though.. 2 hours of my life I will never get back. Thanks, Twilight.

And what's with that guy's hair in the Eclipse poster? I cannot for the life of me remember his name. J...? Whatever. He looks like Spock, and that's what I'll call him.

I HATE TWILIGHT, AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE STOOPID SPARKLINESS. Sparkly vampires? Really, Stephanie Meyer? You have got to be kidding me.

And I'll contain my horrified amusement at the relationship between Edward and Bella within this statement - Edward is a sick, sick, paedophilic old man trapped in a young (pallidly) hot body, obsessing over a whiny child (stalking her when she sleeps? omg. twilight endorses creepy stalking!); and this relationship is only widely accepted (and thought romantic! wtf?) because emo girls want it to happen to them. Yeah. I said it. Please do not burn my house down, rabid Twihards. IMO, emo teen girls would kill to be like Bella - the anti-social, socially awkward teenager desired by rich, hot, supernatural being.

And before anybody says that I'm judging without even knowing what Twilight is about, bla bla.. I read the entire series. Enough said.

                                          You think THIS is bad?

Your Daily Cuteness Fix

heeheehee.

SO ADORABLE!

Catch-22

I was reading this news article on the BBC website about how the prison population in England and Wales has reached a staggering 85, 201 people - a record high! Other countries (like us) have records in other things like the longest pizza, tallest roti tisu, etc etc. England and Wales have a lot of criminals.

Policeman 1 - "I've got me walkie-talkie, let's go get us some criminals, wot need catchin'!"
Policeman 2 - " 'ere, lad. I've got news that we've been too 'ardworking lately.. prisons' are full! Let's pop down to the pub for a pint instead."

Anyway, as I was reading, it hit me - LOL, now the people and the govt of England are going to be stuck in a catch-22 situation. Say, someone sees a flasher; the most common reaction would be to call the cops, right? Now they may have to think twice, like "Hmmmmm. He's not really DANGEROUS.. He just likes to show off his (small) thingamajiggy. And the prisons are so crowded.. and my taxes are all going to the prisons to feed their sorry arses!" but on the other hand.. "WHAT IF HE FLASHES A CHILD?'

Alamak susahnyer jadi orang England sekarang.

Better stay here in Malaysia, no need to worry about such things, kan? Anyway, talking about England makes me want to watch 'My Fair Lady' again.

                                               "Come on, Dover, move yer bloomin' arse!"

They don't make women like her anymore.

First Things First

True to my extremely random nature, I decided to start blogging again after I got a wahyu from the God of Bloggers. The result - Stop and Smell the Roses!

Uh, I suppose I should post something about myself here.

Hiiiii I'm May Lee, doing Literature in English in UKM.. yeah, it's a local university and yes, the lecturers (mine, at least) speak English. Yes, good English. Excellent, in fact.

Hmmmm.. what more what more.. ah, I'm taking Lit because it's really really awesome even though all the uncle aunties tell me it's not the most practical course in the world to take, unlike accounting or business or finance or medicine or engineering ("confirm can get job one!!" uh, not really, uncle aunty). And no, I don't really aspire to become a teacher (not that I look down on teaching - I think it's a really noble profession!).. my main goal is to turn writing into my profession. Hence the blog - it's really good practice!

I think that's about it for now. Haha.

And now, the requisite photo:

Oops! Excusez-moi. That is a picture of a random monkey.

THIS is me

Okay, enough shameless self-promotion.

Til the next post,

Dont forget to take a break and smell some roses!