Since my arrival here in the Philippines I've been having quite an obscene amount of fun and adventure. It's relatively indescribable, but I have to confess that I've fallen madly in love with life here. Not to say in the least that the warm weather is so soothingly seductive, I was amazed at how easily it melted away the horrid icy chills in my heart of hearts and I felt so refreshed, so clean and so wondrously renewed. Mentally, emotionally, spiritually.

My girlfriends family took an instant liking to me. They're quite warm and very loving, and they laugh at my jokes, my antics and my craziness. Her mom chuckles whenever I eat several mango's in one setting like some kinda starved barbarian. I've been spoiled by the household maid who makes breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Simple meals really, breakfast usually consists of warm french bread, coffee, mangos, eggs, importal Aussie cheeses. My girlfriend sometimes eats fish and rice instead. Something she's missed since she's been here. I guess its nostalgic.

I've written a ton in my handwritten journal. There's plenty that amazes me about this sad but beautiful country. There's a shitload of shopping to be done here. The megamalls make the ones in America look like cardboard boxes. You can always haggle the prices down too, which I've come to love. I laugh at how Americans simply pay whatever the pricetag dictates like a bunch of dumbshits. And there's much more of a selection...no need to shop at boring ass Banana Republic, or other shitty stores that sell boring looking clothes at outrageous prices.

I think I've amassed a good deal of pix as well. Of course I'll post em all when I get back to the states.

I'm in Net topia writing this, an internet cafe in this euge mall here in Manila. I realized that my appetite upon coming here shifted and lessened considerably, I think the humidity and heat has dissolved my ordinary eating patterns. I love it here, I really do. It's so damned lively, its always chaotic and filled with people everywhere you go. Sure, the poverty is rather depressing at times...but there'll always be such impoverished elements in any major human hub. But the poor here, they're not like the bums and beggars back home. You can see the desperation in their eyes. The children beggars are aggressive little sonofabitches. It occured to me that these little scallywags could rake in a very sexy income for themselves in the states. Actually I don't think homeless children are condoned in the states, they become wards of the state instead. I don't care how much of a greedy yuppified self absorbed American you are, you'd be dumbstruck at the impoverished squatter cities that exist here in pockets.

I've written a ton. I've been subsisting on san miguel beer, mangos, and have been pampered like an Asian prince by my girlfriends family. The other day I got a foot spa for the first time in my life, and the funny lady speaking in Tagalog said that my feet were dry as a bone. She scrapped the layers of dead flakey skin off, smiling and cracking lighthearted jokes all the while. Everythings fucken cheap here, it'd blow your mind.

Life here can be so, well....Asian. It's really an entirely different universe. You have to toss aside all of your Americanism. There's this harshness, this no nonsense side to Philippines. My asian sensibilities understands it, but at times my Western half gets sort of...annoyed by various aspects. How Philippino's are so distrustful toward one another, sort of tactless in some regards, and very classist. Oh well, every race is imperfect in its own unique way...

My fingers are too tired to type more. Ciao...more when I get back!

FUK | This blog's pretty useful, it talks about scams and also real ways to make real $$ online...not all of these bullshit methodologies I always tend to ignore.

Read this shit it's funny.

Labels: art of love, lmfao

Apparently some Street Artist who goes by the alias 'Solve' managed to put one of his 'installations' aboard the CTA Blue Line recently. It's caused quite a riot of course...wonder how he managed to get the damned thing jacked into a power source? Shit I would've been like 'Free tv set, yay!' haha...even if it is a crappy piece of electronic shit. But then I might get busted and goto jail, the blasted contraption is most likely ill begotten.

So is this 'art' nowadays, or life imitating art?

From the creators of 'Jihadists gone wild' and 'Kill that American Infidel, the Revenge' we finally have the whole thing figured out, so it works out for everyone....duh duh duh duhhhhhhh Mystery solved: We now know why Terrorists want to kill anyone who's not Muslim. According to their website and other material, several now reformed ex terrorists have shed the light on the topic and on the elusive reason. Guess what? They hate us! Yep, it's true. I know what you're thinking, how can anyone possibly hate American's? Aren't we pretty much the entire world as a whole? :)

Okay its much more informative that I let on. It's damned interesting stuff. First off, did you even know there's actual live terrorists right here in our own fucken back yard. Some guy who was trained by Osama Bin Laden dwells in a Mosque right here in the fucken Windy City...but hells bells someone tell me what the fuck our brilliant Homeland Security force is doing what about it? They're harassing illegal immigrants, thats what! One can't help but to laugh and giggle at the very name. It's become something of a joke, and it has 0 street creds.

I was told by a friend of mine told me that one of these guys did a comparative translation from the Qur'an and the bible. There were striking similarities in terms of terms used. For instance, they refer to their patron deity Mohamed as The Deceiver. Which, if anybody who hasn't dwelt in a cave for the last decade knows is the term used to describe Satan. The religion itself was created out of envy of Christianity. In truth, it's a man contrived religion, no ifs ands or buts about it. It's right up there with scientology as far as I'm concerned.

Watch what they have to say

I WOKE UP with a slight hangover. My boy Noel dropped by and I was rather thrilled to see him, particularly because he was toting two cases of Samuel Adams...do you know Sam? He’s one of my bestest of friends. He’s always there for you when you need him, he’s not emotionally unavailable like so many so called friends are…whenever you have worries or fears he has this magical power to erase the pain away. He’s my therapist, my advisor, my personal consultant and he always makes ugly people look more attractive than they actually are.

I started advising Noel to start dating around proactively, since he’s gone through a relatively difficult breakup. He's quite resistant to the idea. He was thinking he was being intrusive because it was V-day, and I laughed..."Everyday's Valentines Day for my gal!" I said, and it was quite true. I think he’s still in the wallowing stage, which takes a hell of a long time to get through. I remember mine with my ex, it was horrendous….and that wasn’t even a good sane or healthy one! I guess there’s very good reason a guy must suffer the pains and tribulations of dating girls who turn out to be serious byiatches. It teaches you that beauty lasts about as long as a fart in the wind. My wallowing was so, I don’t know…an incomprehensible blur of lurid imagery. Drinking alone in dark uninteresting bars; waking up with unholy headaches and intolerable agonies, praying to the Almighty himself to purge you of that old familiar feeling, or simply trying to lose yourself in the thrill of the hunt. I was like a social predator in a way, seeking out my own Anabel Lee but finding next to nothing.

They say not to search for love, but whoever says that has never tasted it. Love is patient, but finding love takes incredible impatience, relentlessness, resourcefulness and great precision. It’s never easy like in the movies, and if it wasn’t as rare as a orchid in the desert then everyone would have it and being authorities in getting it now wouldn’t they? So next time you hear that annoying piece of un-wisdom just blast the idiot who tells it.
Anyways, Noel will be sauntering off to the Philippines right after me, I’m sure he’ll forget all about his woes of the heart here in shietcago. There’s plenty of sweet looking hunnies to be had over there. He kept asking me if I was ready to settle, and I chuckled…’Uh, haven’t I already?’ well I have. I can’t imagine myself being single, having to tirelessly pursue chicks who aren’t even half the woman my significant other is. My new passion, my new purpose is chasing my dreams. I’ve got the girl already, now I need to make my first million…no seriously, I do. I’ve got enough crazy shit going on in my brain to fill up Millennium Park.
So I joined one of those listing sites called Blog Catalog. Immediately upon being accepted I saw all of these so called bloggers who were actually money grubbers…you know, they get you to goto their blogs and beg you shamelessly to click on their ads. Fuck that shit! I don’t have one muthafucken ad on my blog, I don’t use Google ad sense, and I don’t care to either. I don’t envision visitors wanting to click on ads that lead to penis enlargement pills, valestra, Viagra, or buying cheap property on some island resort in the Bahamas.

Labels: Art of Life, art of love

An interesting article talking about how to write journals, life stories, and the like. It's a pretty good kick off to getting memories published. You never know!

Daniel Parmenter, age 20, last of Westchester, Ill.
Catalina Garcia, age 20, last of Cicero, Ill.
Ryanne Mace, age 19, last of Carpentersville, Ill.
Julianna Gehant (pronounced Ghee-hant), age 32, last of Mendota, Ill.
Gayle Dubowski, age 20, last of Carol Stream, Ill.


As some of you may already know some crazed grad student at Northern University in Dekalb IL went on a shooting spree, blasting away at a throng of students at random.

Imagine you're at school, at work, shopping at Target or Wal-Mart and out comes some damaged individual with a gun who starts blowing people away for whatever the sick puppy has going on in his damaged brain. It's become a sudden national trend, and nobodies safe from it. Hell, 2 statewide incidents only a mere week apart! The first I speak of is the Lane Bryant shooting of five women inside of the store in Tinley Park, a suburb of Chicago. And for what? The asshole stole two hundred bucks. Devastating. Who's going to protect you? Our overweight donut eating pension collecting cops? Yeah right. They're tools, and useless ones at that. Don't entrust your safety to them. I think everyone out there living in a major metropolis in our great society needs to step up with the street smarts, learn to override the stupid school of thought that every human is a decent law abiding citizen, and take the necessary steps to defending ones self. Hell I think there ought to be bullet proof sweaters made! Call me paranoid, call me whatever the fuck you want but you'd be whistling a different sort of tune if you were to be caught with your pants down when some stupid sonofabitch tries to mug, murder or rape you.

Isn't it scary in the least where we're all so numb, so utterly desensitized to horrific tragedies like this? Not only does it not shock us, we've come to expect it. Well thanks to the media sensationalizing the V-tech massacre, expect lots of mental cases to be copy catting that national horror story.

I think Godlessness has some part in this recurring acts of mindless violence. Let's face it, America's strayed way off of its theme of 'One nation under God'. All of these liberal fucktards who are so anti-God and anti-morality, anti anti anti have driven anything remotely teaching ethical behavior, or which instills a common sense of morality in people. It offends them to do so, religion in any capacity scares the living shit out of them, its an affront to their lifestyles. Strangely enough they don't even practice what they preach which is acceptance and supposed tolerance. But their own doctrines are simply lazy half-ass justifications for acting like irrational idiots. Then you got actual professors in top notch universities who've gone from being the elite intelligentsia to propagandists and in a weird sort of way they're more like secular clerics who preach messages of anti-faith, anti-belief.

Common sense isn't so common these days. Why in blazes some people even goto school for is beyond me, many college grads couldn't even find their own home state on a damned map, much less grasp the basic precepts of math and science, and don't even get me started on literature, art, and history even. The teacher's themselves aren't much better off, they lack the infectious passion and pride they once possessed...

We all need to become vigilantes. That, or elevate the status of police. Give them a major wage upgrade, specialized training, increase standards and restrictions, better weapons, martial arts training, grenades, rocket launchers, flame throwers, batman like gadgetry...cool shit like that. Oh and let them keep any drug-money that they find on raids, call it a 'Profit sharing' aspect of the job. That'd clear the streets of drug infestation!

RIP to all of those poor dead students.

I remember running into her on the street, just outside of the Berwyn el stop. It was a mid-summers night while I was walking along…I’d intentionally gotten off the wrong station, I wanted to walk home some…feel the beautiful summer breeze braise gently against my skin. During the summer season in Chicago I found walking to be immensely pleasurable, meditative too.
That wasn’t the way we met, but it was a memorable moment in both of our timelines. We had met only a few weeks before at Dominicks on Sheridan and Foster…I think it was next to the produce department. I’d accidently toppled a mountain of fuji apples in her path, and she tripped…hard…very hard. Everyone seemed to stop in their tracks and give me cold dirty stares. A moment later as I was helping her up to her feet, those evil looks soon transformed. The women were smiling stupidly and going ‘Awwwwwwww’ with their eyes, and the male spectators started rolling their eyes, disgusted by such a display. I felt quite heroic, and she was flustered, quiet, a little pissed? I couldn’t gauge her. I think that’s what compelled me to do what I did. For once my inadvertent clumsiness actually worked in my favor. Don’t get me wrong, I’m highly balanced and well coordinated, it comes from years of martial arts training. But at times I had this strange accident proneness to me. Like I accidently yawn and stretch out a hand to strike someone in the face, etc. I think I have a weird luck factor going. For instance: a mugger who’d tried chasing after me tripped on ice…tripped! That saved my bacon. I’d run forward instinctively, the guy could’ve been packing heat or a knife. So I spun and roundhoused the dumbshit. He struck me in the ear, I was going to do a fight club reenactment at that moment…
While helping her to her feet, I employed my pick pocketing skill and slipped a business card into her purse. Of course, I could have simply given it to her…but where’s the fun in that? However, she promptly invited me out to Club Rocket the coming Fri night after work.
She immediately caught my eye. We’d met briefly, at that meat market club Rocket downtown. I think this time on the street she noticed me more clearly, and I could sense that she was powerfully attracted to this body, this form, this grinning face. I found her very beautiful herself…and she smelled like angels ought to smell. We had striking similarities, and petty differences. She was definitely more sensitive than me in many things, perhaps. But at times she could be more insensitive about things as well.
We spent many nights in her dingy apartment conversing next to the window and smoking Marlboro menthol lights or parliament lights over glasses of cheap table wine. Her small humble digs I now remember with sentimental reverie…we were so happy there…so many clustered memories flood my mind whenever I stop to stare back at that time.
Every morn we’d walk over to Starbucks for some coffee, and I’d walk her to the Bryn Mawr station so she could get to work in time. Remember getting annoyed whenever 24 came on, as her place was right next to the train the blasted Redline train would roar past and scramble our set with static…particularly during the intense torture scenes we were so incredibly fond of. Nothing like the maniacal heroics of a crazy spy to serve as the glue which held us together so tight and snug.

Labels: art of love

I wish you bluebirds in the spring

To give your heart a song to sing

And then a kiss, but more than this

I wish you love

And in july a lemonade

To cool you in some leafy glade

I wish you health

But more than wealth

I wish you love

My breaking heart and I agree

That you and I could never be

So with my best

My very best

I set you free

I wish you shelter from the storm

A cozy fire to keep you warm

But most of all when snowflakes fall

I wish you love

But most of all when snowflakes fall

I wish you love

I wish you love

I wish you love, love, love, love, love

I wish you love

I find Vinegar to be extremely useful
Firstly as a multi-purpose cleaning agent it works spectacularly as a cleaning agent and disinfectant. I know a industrial chemist who swears by it as a counter top cleaner in the kitchen.
Secondly, it tastes delicious as a popular flavor for potato chips or in various dishes to enhance flavor.
If I were a liquid, I would be it...acidic and perfectly useful.
In many ways, vinegar is more powerful than me...possibly...though I'd never admit such a thing to anyone, ever...even under pain of torture. Even if Jack Bauer were doing the torturing, or the whole line of Victoria secret models.
It's quite old too...remember a centurion tried to give Jesus some at the crucifixion?
I wonder if Jesus hated vinegar...or maybe he just didn't want to drink it. Is it a sin to actually like the stuff?
Don't quote me on it but I think you can make some Mac'Guyver like explosions with the stuff too.

Last night, my girlfriend and I were walking home from dinner at the local area Thai restaurant when we passed up some tall bastard with a guitar on his back. I didn't pay him any attention but my girlfriend was saying 'That was John Cusack!' excitedly and I sheepishly shrugged to her, nodding..."It prob was, his sis lives in the hood or at least she once did' my girlfriend wanted me to go shout his name but I was hesitant...I didn't really like John Cusack...he never did anything for me. Now, if it was Denis Leary I would've definitely have.

Anyways, he we saw him sneaking into the bowels of the cowboy hangout Carol's Pub. It's a crazy wild north side hick-bar that was once exclusively a haven for true white trash rednecks who wanted to go and get drunk on the cheap. There's quite a great deal of stories that can be told that would stun you. Knife fights, brawls, prostitutes, sex behind the bar, sex in the bathroom, blah blah blah the usual roadhouse type of activities you'd expect. One could write a book of poetry dedicated to this joint. And now with an influx attack of yuppie bar crawlers the bar is a big social experiment. Imagine if you would a bunch of stupid yups mingling with redneck hillbillies...its so bizarre I can't even imagine it.

The writer's strike is finally over, now they need to get their asses back into gear. Hopefully they'll at least help rid the airwaves of these lame ass 'reality' based shows. One can only stomach so much trailer trash demonstrating the message that Americans must find this retarded shit entertaining.

This guy apparently suffers from having watched entirely too many kung fu movies! Lmfao his blog's a real hoot.

Labels: lmfao

To replace my now dead Venus Flytrap(s) I've gotten myself a Sundew, a more beautiful looking carnivorous plant. It doesn't quite look like the one depicted here yet, but hopefully it will. I'm going to give one to my dad I think if it matures. He's got an obsession with killing flies, so I'm sure he'll certainly appreciate a colorful plant that actually eats flies.

Mine's starting to grow under a florescent grow-light I bought at Home Depot. I became quite annoyed that there's no storm windows in my condo unit, the sons of bitches forgot to include them, what assholes. So because of this a draft has killed my sensitive plant, further adding injury to insult.

Anyways, I'm going to see if I can bring back another one from the Philippines where I hear they grow natively there...we'll have to see if I can actually get one through customs. Those custom agents would probably suspect it of being marijuana or something.

Behold it in action:



I rather enjoy watching it animate and devour its prey with slow quickness.

Recent accomplishment: My net worth on dope wars is 5.5 mil. I’ve gotten into the habit of setting aside time in my morning ritual of sending thugs out to sabotage the drug factories of my rival pushers. I also jump some of them just to get under their skin, plus to gain some extra $$. It’s all about the benjamins…nothing personal, strictly business!
Everywhere I look, Facebook is there like a mosquito bite on my eyelid. It’s on the news, its mentioned a quadrillion times on every blog, forum, etc. You would actually think with myspace having been in my face for so damned long that people wouldn’t be all that crazed over Facebook…maybe desensitized by now but noooooooo. Well I suppose the damned site does serve as most people’s entire social existence. But in truth, let’s all face the cold hard reality of the sad fact, it’s not that it’s fun or enjoyable…it’s just that everyone really is self absorbed to some level. It’s the mortal desire to be wanted, socially blessed, and of course seemingly desirable, sexy, hip, cool, etc. Take that desire and fulfill it on a exponential marketing platform to other self absorbed beings and you've got mad sex appeal. It doesn’t quite matter if we are, or aren’t all that and a bag of funyuns….as long as the illusory mask we wear is.
Okay enough about that shit…
Made this excellent chicken dish last night, it’s actually quite delicious and easy to make:

Get some boneless chicken breast fillets from Trader Joes
Tenderize and score them, then lather some garlic paste on both sides
Douse each with lime juice and trickle some honey atop of each (about a teaspoon on each fillet)
Add sea salt and black pepper, olive oil, and a trickle of basalmic vinegar, and trickle some olive oil atop of each fillet.
Insert sliced wedges of lemon into the slits of the chicken (at least 3-4 per fillet), add some basil (be generous) and tomatoes (about 2-4), grade some fresh parmesan atop of the chicken, and put some parsley on top of the chicken. I usually throw some mushrooms on the chicken as well, onions are good to add too.
Pour a little white wine into the marinade, let it sit for an hour in the fridge…when ready, bake it in the oven for 22 min at 420
Presto…serve on top of some Italian noodles, pour excess marinade sauce onto the noodles.

Snacks (for the plane ride)- somehow I imagine it'll be a headache trying to smuggle them aboard

plenty of hairgel :) gotta look pimp of course
camera
sunglasses
journal/pens
ipod & charger, max out the ipod with movies/podcasts
smuggle snacks aboard
books/magazines
my cellphone (use it as a recording device)

I think that pretty much covers it. I got a Swiss carry on from Target last weekend, it's a sweet piece of state of the art luggage. James Bond himself would be proud to pimp this.

Have to buy some fancy chocolate. I got 5 bars from Trader Joes but ended up eating them all in less than a week.

I found to this day the thought of exploring deserted places seemed to still fascinate me, like it did when I was so young. I have an adventurous soul, there’s no denying it. It’s pure hell having to lead a 9-5 existence, the very thought of being a corporate white collar slave is not a very satisfying prospect. My folks grew up in that world, where you landed a job you stuck with that company the rest of your God damned life like the company was something so pure, so perfectly flawless.
Have you ever known someone who truly changed their own life? I remember the question, it was in a movie…I don’t remember which…but the simple question was thought provolking.

We’re all guilty of being creatures of habit. No matter how hard we try to deny it, we like routine, we like sameness. It generates this illusory sense of safeness, of infinity. I found that I’ve shed any want for creature comforts, or complacency. I couldn’t rest and sit still, I had to be constantly in the driver’s seat, making things happen…and planning, plotting, yearning to carve out a dream out of nothingness.
I got sick of seeing these friggin losers and unattractive slobs making headlines. Seriously, ugly retarded bitches like Brittany Spears and Paris Hilton, or Justin Timberlake…has American pop culture just took a leaping nose dive into the proverbial toilet bowl? I liked this country much better when it disliked ugly, fat, or fucked up individuals instead of celebrating them!
It’s still cold out, it’s still miserable and snowy. It puts this hideous lethargy in you, like you don’t wanna do jack shit. The winter’s been lenient and mercifully rapid. I wanted to leave, I wanted to go on adventures and explore Earth. I began hating sameness and reoccurring day to day boredom. Fake people who wore hideous masks everywhere, trying their damndest to outmaneuver and outdo one another…to impress the world with their beauty and cleverly regurgitated witticisms extracted from this or that trendy author.

I bought 3 lotto tickets last night for the mega millions 150 mil jackpot. Oh well, suffice it to say I didn’t win obviously. I think if I had I’d seriously walk into my bathroom and proceed to beat the living shit out of myself like Jim Carrey in Liar Liar….I wouldn’t care honestly, I’d be laughing my silly ass all the way to the bank, toss my Motorola razor into Montrose harbor, get some dirty cops to drive me around town for some extra beer money, and whatever else I’d feel like doing. I think I’d do something just abnormally absurd and off the wall. I can’t even begin to fathom what it’d be like…but it sure as hell is fun just trying to imagine how you’d react, what you’d do, all of that crazy euphoria pumping through your body, flooding your brain and electrifying the synapses within your noodle. I could be hanging out in some trashy titty bar knocking back James Bond drinks while checking my email on my uber sexy macbook…or conducting shady deals in seedy bars, buying fenced electronics from my contacts in Asia. And even though I don’t have any contacts in Asia I can buy those too.

Then of course there’s the underground Korean joints few know about, they’re called ‘Salon Rooms’. Essentially you get a private room with a karaoke device, and some fobby Korean college girls come and hang out with you, flirt and laugh at all of your dumb jokes. Of course, the option to have these vixens is viable, if you have the $$ that is. It’s baffling that such places exist right under the noses of everyday people...damned Koreans! Hahah. So shamelessly shady.

Awesome there's a new show about con artists and hustlers who see how far their impressive skills can take them by playing out cons on actual people. The people have this angered stupified 'I dunno how I should react' look on their stunned faces...priceless. Well, here's some of the so called 'Cool' tricks:

Brought to you by The Real Hustle

1. Bluetooth hack
The con: Bluetooth is great for swapping photos with friends or connecting your mobile to a laptop. But did you also know that while you are accessing another person’s device with your Bluetooth, a hustler could be hacking into your mobile using an inexpensive PDA and software downloaded off the net?

How it works: A hustler takes control of your phone and makes it dial a premium rate number he is collecting the profit from.

You could be £1.50 a minute out of pocket until your phone runs out of battery!

A hustler hanging about in a public place like a train station can connect to, and take control of, up to 50 phones an hour.

Another phone fraud, and one of the most common frauds today, takes advantage of people's greed and lack of common sense. Fraudsters send out flyers offering a big-money prize. Then, after a £15 ten minute call to a bogus premium-rate number, the victim finds out they have won a keyring or some worthless vouchers.

2. The Monte
The con: The three-card Monte originated on the gambling riverboats of the Wild West, but is still played in major cities around the world. It’s a form of “find the lady” and if you're foolish enough to have a go, you'll never win.

How it works: The Monte is a classic group scam. Each gang member plays a specific role to perfection. Hustlers surround a victim, or "mark", and convince him to bet on a rigged game. Using about 10% sleight of hand and 90% psychological pressure and intimidation, the mark is forced to bet and, ultimately, lose.

If the mark refuses to bet, the gang often simply mugs or pickpockets him in the more conventional way.

3. The Jam Auction
The con: Jam Auctions involve “jamming” a big crowd into a shop which has been taken over for a few days by the gang. "Lucky" customers are then persuaded to part with their money for apparently cheap-as-chips electronic items.

How it works: The shop is filled to the rafters with gadgets and gizmos which are offered at a bargain price to anyone willing to pay cash for a “mystery bag” – which the hustlers say will contain a selection of products worth many times the value of the cash handed over.

As soon as the victim parts with their cash they are bundled out of the shop and left to discover the harsh facts: they’ve just bought a pile of worthless rubbish – sometimes just stones in a box.

4. The Wi-Fi Hack
The con: Hackers hide out in wi-fi hotspots (cafes, airports, stations) and re-beam the signals from their own equipment into hi-jacked laptops.

How it works: Using a laptop and a transmitter the size of a pack of cigarettes, they can set up their own wireless network in a public place. If the unwary log on, their credit card details can be stolen, as well as other sensitive information stored on their computers.

5. Cashpoint fraud
The con: In the UK, a fraudulent bankcard transaction takes place every seven seconds. Gangs of cashpoint fraudsters have been targeting ATM machines all over the UK and Europe to get our card information and PINs.

How it works: A magnetic reading device and a video camera is fitted to an ordinary cashpoint. When the victim uses the machine the thieves steal the magnetic strip information from their card and get a video record of the PIN.

They then produce a new cashpoint card using a blank such as a pre-pay mobile phone top-up card. They wait until five to midnight and withdraw the maximum daily amount, then at five past midnight they take out the next day’s limit as well.

New Chip & Pin technology is helping to safeguard against this, but teams of fraudsters can still take the information off British cards, clone them and pass them on to teams who use foreign cashpoints to clean out accounts.

Police and banks advise the public to never put their card into a machine which looks like it has been tampered with, and to always shield their PIN.

Labels: con artistry

It seems that the realty company which sold me my condo is actually going through with pitching their rather dull looking Reality series entitled ‘Gold Coast Realty’. I’m hoping the Writer’s guild strike is over before that can take place and the show gets axed, because honestly I DON’T want people to know where the hell I live…honestly! And now I’m starting to get a little self conscious about making stupid faces in the camera while getting drunk at the grand opening party these realtors threw last summer. Oh well, I really don’t care I suppose. My brief 15 seconds of fame will actually make me laugh…because honestly I was just peering into the camera wondering why in blazes I’m being filmed when I have absolutely nothing to say concerning the neighborhood I grew up in, at least nothing I’d really exert energy to dwell upon. My middle sister was blah blah blahing away into the camera while I stood there trying to stop from bursting out in laughter.
What gets me are these souless idiot realtors who are trying to pass themselves off as Hollywood types. This video galvanized me, these beta males trying to look so alpha male. What they were were a bunch of used car salesmen. Who in their right minds would want to hear whatever rot came out of these nitwits mouths?

Oh if you watched the video, that diaper stain depicted as 'Shawn Clark' is a real asswipe.

Labels: lmfao

New: going to the Philippines in 2 weeks with my girlfriend, it’ll be my first trip there. We’ll be visiting her mother somewhere in the vicinity of Manila and then we’ll spend some quality time in Boracay which is supposed to be a very incredible blow your mind beach, where seafood is cheap and with 5 dollar massages I’ll be soaking up some sun and pretending my problems and agonies are non-existent…pretending that this hellish prison of Chicago is just a temporary purgatory (which it is).
I imagine myself living someplace where it’s warm year round, where the people aren’t social retards or mere automatons that wear fake smiles and who’s laughter sounds empty and hallow. I was tired, so very tired…I grew disgusted with peeps I’ve met and continue to meet. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not harsh or much of critically judgmental of others…really, I’m not. But the sad truth of the matter is that everywhere you go and look people are sickeningly the same, at least that’s how it is here….depressing, self absorbed, predictable, narcissistic, secular, anti-romantic, and just fucken boring up the yin-yang. 95% of what they say is fairly in the predictable category, rehashed witticisms bitten from this or that movie, book, etc. That’s fine and all, really because I don’t think I can truly stomach liking every individual I come across…but one can only pray and dream to run across interesting souls who are somewhat sincere and ‘real’…not these fake phonies who try their damndest to impress you with a huge list of interesting idiosyncratic traits….like ‘I eat peanut butter while watching cops, I have an aversion to onions, I brush my teeth naked in bed’ lmfao wtf is that shit?! Do people honestly find that cutesy or sexy at all?
And it dawned on me I want to escape and build a new life and a new home somewhere far from here. Everything here annoyed me to death, and I realized that I hated life here. It was a culmination of a multitude of things…ranging from the weather which is insanely cold during the winter to just a lack of anything fun to do. I found that I was developing an agonizing longing for nature and being in close proximity to something elemental and unblemished by filth and pollution, or tainted by mortals. Perhaps it’s why It makes me happy viewing beautiful stock imagery or reading this coffee book about Japanese indoor gardening. Maybe it’s also why I’ve come to love my small humble indoor plant collection too…nurturing and maintaining them is quite soothing….anything to distract ones self from one’s self is very zen.

Apparently BWM got Wong Kar Wai, a famous Asian artsy fartsy director to make this short film about Clive Owen who's a professional stalker because he's got a Beamer and apparently gets paid big bucks for doing dirty detective work. Shit, get me a beamer I'll follow cheating wives and girlfriends around...hey, I think I just thought of my future career. After all, all of that spying seems so...fun...

Make your own thriving collective on Ning. The website lets you build up an instant social networking website on the fly and you can customize it with CSS. Tight.

This shiet's sick...



Korea's got a Beyonce now, check this yuja out:

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You remember those 'what if' comics by Marvel hosted by 'The Watcher' where he describes what would've happened if this went down instead of blah blah blah...e.g. what if Venom possessed The Punisher instead of Eddy Brock?

My what if question for 'The Watcher' is what if Peter Parker were bitten by a Radioactive Roach?

He could survive nuclear fallout?

He could continue living after being beheaded for 48 hours

Can procreate x1000 faster than a Puerto Rican ex-con on Viagra.

Now I wanna make a damned time machine and go back and do shit to my own timeline...maybe create a evil little search engine called google. But then the timelords might send a temporal assassin after me to take me out...

And I would've bought the winning lotto ticket for the mega million jackpot...not some fucken moronic truckdriver in Indiana who'd spend all that fucken money in stocks for his favorite brand of beef jerky. Fucken hicks...

What if...Spiderman were Italiano?

Labels: lmfao

America's greatest strength, and its greatest weakness, is our belief in second chances, our belief that we can always start over, that things can be made better

- Anthony Walton

Live by what you believe so fully that your life blossoms, or else purge the fear-and-guilt producing beliefs from your life. When people believe one thing and do something else, they are inviting misery. If you give yourself the name, play the game. When you believe something you don't follow with your heart, intellect, and body, it hurts. Don't do that to yourself. Live your belief, or let that belief go. If you are not actively living a belief, it's not really your belief, anyway.

- Roger John

The world we see that seems so insane is the result of a belief system that is not working. To perceive the world differently, we must be willing to change our belief system, let the past slip away, expand our sense of now, and dissolve the fear in our minds.

- William James

He does not believe, that does not live according to his belief.

- Thomas Fuller

No one has the right to destroy another person's belief by demanding empirical evidence.

- Ann Landers

We cater to all your spiritual needs

-Sign outside my local liquor sto

Been working on the same spot for 30 years

-Tagline on the front of my local drycleaners

Drop your pants here

Sign inside of same drycleaners

Faith is not belief without proof, but trust without reservation.

D. Elton Trueblood

If I have the belief that I can do it, I shall surely acquire the capacity to do it even if I may not have it at the beginning.

-Gandhi

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Damn I'm so hopeless addicted to Loveline. I have been since it first aired many moons ago. Dr. Drew's the muthafucka. I really wish I had him as a therapist (not that I need one, but still) I think he's starting to replace my imaginary therapist, Sharon Stone.

Oh, no...she's not my imaginary therapist because of her role as a master seductress in Basic Instinct. She just makes me laugh, I think it's just her mannerisms and her voice...she has the acting prowess of a saucehead (alchy) and it makes me laugh. They do say laughter is the best medicine after all, the best form of therapy.

Right now I'm scrambling to fill my Ipod up with groovie movies for my flight to the Philippines.

Daily accomplishment: I learned how to spell Philippines correctly. The p's used to always get me :)

This past Sunday I cleaned the living shit out of my crib. I mean seriously, if we got the CSI forensics team up in here they'd be astonished that nothing registers under the blacklight lamps. As I gazed longingly into the depths of my toilet bowl I saw Mr. Clean's bald head staring back at me with a gay looking lopsided smile. "Good job kid" he says to me.

R.I.P: my last venus flytrap has unfortunately perished. I think I overfed it.

Also, my sensitive plant recently committed suicide. I think it must've been something I said. I feel real bad.

Last Sat I went to my fav local Cuban restaurant, Sabora Cuba. My friend treated me and my gurl to dinner for helping him move a few weeks back. I had some lobster, my girl had Oxtail and my boy Noel had the Boleche. The foods always scrumptious here, and at $50.00 for a dinner for 3 and byob you can't go wrong there. Our dinner discussion revolved around the usual creme de crap, I was idly talking about some of my various get rich quick schemes with Noel. He seemed to dig my idea of making an Asian centric website. I already thought of the name too...it's a very clever name, but I don't wanna share it who the hell knows someone just might come around and bite it.

Hahahah here's a pretty entertaining MAD TV skit on A & B...check it out now:

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Found this kinda cool/interesting blog today. Check it I think anyone giving away a free iphone to people simply for posting comments is either just insanely rich or in need of friends :P I was late for the contest by a few hours...oh well, story of my life. I'm the Jack Baer of online contests that is to say always a little too late too often.

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After some experimentation this recipe seems to do the trick and brings out a tasty outcome. End result: tasty dish that looks like it took a long time in the making. Truthfully any borderline retarded kid could make this dish...its less painstaking in the kitchen...not much of a mess to clear up. Good way to impress the hunnies.

I forgot to include the use of white cooking wine if you pan sear the steaks after baking them.

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Susan Choi: for 'A Person of Interest'

Susan Choi was born in South Bend, Indiana, and raised there and in Houston, Texas. She studied literature at Yale and writing at Cornell, and worked for several years as a fact-checker for The New Yorker.

I just thought its cool that a fellow half Korean with the same surname as my own is making headlines and gaining attention in the literary world. Note to self: Buy her novel, read it, regift it.

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I was halfheartedly listening to Oprah this morning (not intentionally, she comes on after Good Morning America) rambling on in her usual annoyingly 'profound' strategy about how to ‘get men’ like she’s some kind of authority on the subject. In her drivel she says ‘To get a guy blah blah blah…men are far behind us women (very stout observation there), traditionally and blah blah blah’…lmfao…ah, there’s a big blunder in her faltering logic right there...ladies don’t belittle/demean males especially when you’re trying to teach other women to land a hubby, sig other, boytoy whatever. Women wouldn’t appreciate it if men spoke of them as though they were inferior to them even in the slightest. It was clear that she was inspired for this segment by that up and coming comedic chick flick 27 dresses. Starring blonde bimbo all American bombshell actress #5340 who might possibly have a shred of acting talent to call her own...you know, that chick from Gay ass anatomy. I'm just glad that Cyclops got over the tragic death of Jeanne Gray because he was bumming me out with his crybaby attitude in X-men 3. I really wish Wolverine would've made sushi out of that wuss.

It’s not so much about looks anymore, and sure some guys are certainly shallow enough to be content with that hot goddess arm-trophy who’s a raging slut from hell in the bedroom and a regular princess Die out in public. But the unspoken problem with most American chicks nowadays is that they’re absolutely unfeminine in many ways, and anti-romantic in others. They expect men to be romantic when they themselves are anything but…if you think those insufferable chick-flicks are some kinda tutorial on landing babes that we watch well we don’t…we watch internet porn and movies with high body counts or lots of hot ass.

Most of these midwestern chicks couldn’t cook anything without use of a microwave, and at their core they tend to be man haters, overly cynical and jaded (about what who knows). I’m not saying all of them are, because obviously everyone’s different to some degree. I’m only basing these perceptions on past experiences and what I see and hear…but I don’t think I’m very off in my assumptions. Believe it or not, even men have standards…we just don’t present them in a demanding way and most of our unwritten criteria remains all up in our wet brains. It all depends on the dude I suppose…some only require a moderately attractive gal who only wants to have sex with them and some demand the gal to be a Victoria secret model. I’ve even known dudes to shun perfectly hot babes in lieu of averagely attractive ones based on personality alone. They’d rather have earth shattering sex with the hot ones then kick em to the curb, but for long term it’s always the one who shows loyalty and preferential treatment to us.

Getting back to Oprah I really can't stand the way she's always 'And now back to me' or how she simply just gives away shit and acts like its a act of God. Is she trying to book her first class flight to the pearly gates? I wonder if she has enough miles yet. Oh and I simply love how she takes credit for anything and everything....like she suddenly discovered Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karina. Why does she even have a friggin bookclub? Is she some sort of literary commentator too? There's no end to her madness.

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Lately I've been highly addicted to this show, and I've just got through (sadly) watching all 4 seasons and am eagerly anticipating the next.

The show revolves around Tommy Gavin (Dennis Leary) a cynical, egotistical self centered fire-fighter who's not as bad as he perhaps thinks of himself as. A former alchy and considered as a leader and role model amongst his crew. He has a death wish when fighting fires, or is simply a adrenalin junkie and takes daring risks on the job to rescue people in burning buildings (I think it gets him off). The show is a hybrid of comedy and drama. What I love about it is its grittiness, its lack of PC censorship as well. There's racial jokes, gay jokes, lots of seduction, boozing it up, chain smoking, eloquence in swearing, witty banter and just strange random events that life often throws at you.

The colorful cast of characters are also well crafted and believable (to some degree at least) you got a Puerto Rican playboy (Franco), the naive 'probie' Mike who's innocent and gullible and wonders if he's gay or not. The retard Shawn Garity is also one stupidly funny bastard, and 'Lou' the sensitive poet and budding wannabe intellect. While they bust each others balls and constantly argue over usually petty and stupid shit their dynamic is quite comical and entertaining to say the least.

Watch a scene:

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Not sure how much this really matters to anybody out there, but here's the first Asian victoria secret model: Jarah-Evelyn Makalapua Mariano. She looks very Korean but she's also partly Chinese and a little bit Hawaiian.

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