January 2007 Archives

Maung Aye, Than Shwe and Thura Shwe Mann - have a girlfight.

So, apparently, the generals in Burma are having a falling out. I wish they would all just fall out - out of the picture of ruling Burma, that is. I know for a fact that Than Shwe has intestinal cancer so I guess Karma is working hard right now on him. Apparently, the top 3 - the lovely Than Shwe, Maung Aye and Thura Shwe Mann cannot get long with each other and cannot decide how to move forward in ruining Burma even more:

"It's a stalemate," said a Western diplomat based in the former capital Yangon. "The three generals don't trust each other and are closely watching each other. It's like a giant chess game, and as a result nothing is happening."

I mean, of course there is going to be a power struggle everytime the government needs to shake things up and "fire" people for corruption - so that they look good to the outsiders who are pushing for change in the country.

In anticipation of those reforms (drawing up a new constitution), a massive shakeup of the army and government is planned for the coming months to pave the way for constitutionally mandated civilian rule.

And - get this - Than Shwe had such agrip on Maung Aye that - he asked him to retire with him together! Kinda like back in the days when the wife used to have to kill herself when her husband died, don't you think? Hahaha.

Maung Aye "fears he will be completely sidelined if he accepts retirement", said a relative of the general. "He still wants to be No 1."

Than Shwe's protege, General Thura Shwe Man, was tipped to take command of the armed forces, while Than Shwe and Maung Aye retained their top posts of chairman and deputy of the junta's ruling council, which is expected to change its name to the State Democracy and Development Council (SDDC) to mark the start of a new political era.

And Than Shwe, however sick he is, refuses to give up control of all his powers, apparently and wants ot be a puppet master:
"Even if Than Shwe officially retires, he will not give up his power. Instead, he'll remain the gray eminence behind the throne, along the lines of Chinese leader Deng Xiaoping in the years before his death."

Oh my god, what next - more rumors like when Ne Win was in power - like him drinking virgins' blood to survive and be in control of the country. Why are men so crazy about power????? You can read the full article after the jump or just go to here direct to the source.

This is my "irony" collage because nothing in the collage will protect you like a parent but will spoil you like a child. Well, except, maybe for the blueberry - but that is a blueberry floating in a glass of vodka, if you must know.

For the love of all that was holy, I could not sleep last night. I mean, I tried and I tried and I tried. Then I gave up and I watched about 7 episodes of Heroes. (Thanks Rinko!!!!) My new favorite show. It got me all excited about watching TV, like LOST used to do.
My fave character has got to be Hiro Nakamura - played by Masi Oka. He has that sweet innocence and naivete. Really like the character of Claire - the Cheerleader. Feel awful for the character Nikki and really wish the Petrelli brothers were my boyfriends (LOL).

And then morning came and I thought, oh, it's such a beautiful day, why sleep? So I went about making like a thousand collages in my diary. OK, I lie, I only made about 16 collages and my diary is small - only about A5 size I think. Can I just tell you that I love magazines like Real Simple, Living, etc and other magazines on how you can live better? I mean, they always have colorful graphics on how to decorate your room, how to save space, what gifts to give, and so on and so on.... (all ideas that I want to follow, but never really do, ha ha) I love them because I think I am often moved by photography that does not involve human emotions. Don't get me wrong, I love that kind too, but I don't know - sometimes when I make collages, I don't want one person to dominate it. I like to let things, ideas, possibilities be expressed.

I also need to buy new glue stick because I used up all of my UHU glue and I had to start using some crappy glue, which was making me mad coz it wouldn't stick properly. Why did someone make a glue that can't stick properly???? It shouldn't be called glue then should it? geez!

I am extremely tired now... running on just about 3 hours of sleep (at about 1 PM, I just kinda passed out and woke up at 4 PM- just in time for my appointment). Am going to bed and will be dreaming of becoming part of the cast of Heroes. What special ability should I want? Have always wanted to be a mutant because I've always felt like an outsider and I thought, well, if I'm gonna be an outsider all my life, might as well have special powers to go with it.

Oh and after the jump, a funny poem that I saw on the blog PinkCoyote

Enjoy!

Source

YANGON, Myanmar: A pro-democracy activist has filed a defamation suit against more than 120 editors and publishers of local journals who published personal attacks against her, including linking her to a pimp, she said Sunday.

Naw Ohn Hla, a 45-year-old former member of the National League for Democracy, told The Associated Press that she filed the case Friday in response to "vitriolic articles" against her in 30 private publications. She is to appear in court Feb. 13.

You actually made me want to cry that day. I felt so awful about myself. Seriously awful. I told all my friends about it. And I was mad I let you get to me.

And today you turn around and you want me.

I DON'T THINK SO!

I'm kinda completely freaked out right now, from what happened moments ago - blood rushing around inside my head, heart pumping wildy, breathing irregular.

Scenarios keep flashing inside my head. I'm afraid to wish for what I want.

There are always 2 kinds of people in the world. 1- that appreciate the differences between each other and marvel in it. 2 - the kind that force you to be the same as they are because they can't handle that you might be different becuase it might mean you are better or inferior.

I often meet the type 2. In fact, I feel like someone just stabbed me in the heart with a dull pencil. You can't force me to be cookie cutter like you because I'm not. I'm just me. And I've stopped trying to fit into everyone's idea of gold everywhere I go, because it's exhausting. Yes, I'm different. I don't talk like you, look like you or think like you. But why is that a bad thing?

If you can't handle who I am, you might as well just take a mannequinn and dress her up as how you want her to be. That's all.

I am speechless. I have loss of speech.

Freeze shuts down I-5 at Grapevine

Freeze shuts down I-5 at Grapevine
By Jesus Sanchez and Greg Griggs, Times Staff Writers
4:36 PM PST, January 17, 2007

Snow and ice forced the closure of the I-5 Freeway today at the Grapevine as a winter storm left a dusting of snow across scattered parts of the region, including the hills above Malibu and the Santa Clarita Valley.

Imagine the scenario: Than Shwe. Maung Aye and Thura Shwe Man- sitting in a conference room in Nay Pyi Daw - surrounded by their "yes" men. They have coffee, tea, biscuits and talk about last night's card game. And then Than Shwe goes "Listen, guys, we really need to make Daw Aung San Suu Kyi look bad to the Burmese people and foreigners. All the efforts that we have put in over the last 16 years doesn't seem to have work"

Thura Shwe Man: "I have something! Wait till you here this. I bet even that crazy Condi will think this is absurd. Then maybe she will back us.

Than Shwe: "What? It better be good, I have cancer, I need good news."

Thura Man Shwe: "We accuse her of tax evasion! I mean, when she won that stupid Nobel Peace Prize in 1991, her son had to accept her award for her and they never sent the money home. She should have spent the money on this golden land, instead of wasting it in the U.S"

Maung Aye & Than Shwe: Brilliant! Everyone will back us on this. Hahaha, no one will support her NOW after they hear this!

Than Shwe: "Well, Thura, you have proven yourself well. Maybe I will let you be in charge after I give up the throne." (Maung Aye pretends not to hear)

Maung Aye: "Oh, Oh, and at the same time, remind people that we have always been lenient on ASSK! We are very generous with her, after all."

Writer's block is a phenomenon involving temporary loss of ability to continue writing, usually due to lack of inspiration or creativity - Wikipedia.

I'm having terrible writer's block. I can't even write blog entries (well, except to tell you how I'm having a writer's block), it's how bad it is and don't even mention poems - my poems sound contrite and cliche.

Also I've been trying to work on short stories and you know, often before I go to bed, or when I get a glimpse of interaction between unusual people, or unusual events, I write them in my head, i start the stories, I think about what I will write next, I think about story structures - how it will pann out, I think about how to describe the main characters, secondary ones.

So I end up with a bunch of beginnings, no middles and no ending. And then I will start to write and I will sit there, words not forming, ideas not coming out of my brian, my witty writing is not there, my sarcastic coincidences and unsuspected tragedies all gone - hanging in the air above me, waiting for me to get through to them. Awfully frustrating!!

I hope it goes away soon. VERY soon.

Sometimes I feel as though I'm wandering in the fog, or sometimes, struggling against the wind and the rain on a vast field with green grass below my feet but nothing around me but the blanket of fog or the sheets of rain for company. My umbrella is leaking, my eyes aren't doing too good in the fog and my shoes are squishy from all the wetness. And I keep trying to find a straight path because that's what you do - you try to find a way across the field of uncertainty because the alternative would be to live in the middle of it and eat grass and drink rain to survive, which I find it to be a rather scant way to live. So, you forge on, trying to find something warm, bright, something that will fix your umbrella, and at the same time give you a pashmina blanket to warm you up.

I know, I'm feeling all riddly today. I been talking to friends, peers, of around the same age and I keep seeing that we are all in these jobs, we all work in these high rise offices and we lie to our clients and our bosees and our suppliers and worse, sometimes, we lie to ourselves. I mean, it's not that we are inherently unhappy in it, it gives us something to do, new friends to make, new things to learn and it covers basic nessecity like food, drinks and rent. But none of it really excite us. Perhaps in the beginning it used to - But the drone of the life in the cubicles, masked in our striped shirts, black jackets, white coats, and funky pumps, we want something more.

Typical of an 80's child, we want passion, we want excitement, we want to go further on the paths where our parents had forged to create openings for. We are also given choices, we expect for the choices we make to make us happy. We know we are lucky, because, unlike our parents who were given just wuther A or B; We have Cs and Ds. But somehow, we want E, F and G or at least, a D++++++. Because we dont know the meaning of life - except that it is to go past finding the meaning of life, but rather just to live.

And this, I think we have a problem doing well. We work too late, we try to please too much, we want the praise, we want the love, we want it to be perfect and we want it to be meaningful.

And yet we sit in these grey cubicles, shuffling papers, rushing off to meetings, doing things not described in the job description, doing things that does not warrant us with some sense of achievement, things that we don't get creative about, reading unneccessary emails about the fights within the company and we do it and we do it well, or shabby at times and we wonder if this is all there is. We talk to our friends about our boredom, we complain to our colleagues, we bitch about our bosses and their bosses and we ask ourselves what it is that we really want. Soon, we find ourselves in the field, with green grass underneath our feet, with a blanket of fog around us or sheets of rain with a leaky umbrella.

We might as well be called Generation Lost.

Why do all the caged birds sing?

I implore you, please read this article below. Funniest thing I found since the new year.

http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Singapore

excerpts from the article:

"Singapore. is the only shopping mall with a seat in the United Nations.... in 2004, a worldwide poll ranked Singapore as the 4th "country that no one would miss if it were completely obliterated next Tuesday", behind Bhutan"

"The Singaporean education system is based upon military-style education, which encompasses crushing the will of the student and moulding him or her into the image of the leader."

-- My views --

there are some very good truths in this page, y'all but that's where I end my view.

But in case ya'll dont hear from me soon, you know why and what hapened.

Good night, Singapore!