~Fris~Ba~Beeeee~

What fun would there be playing with a Frisbee without a German Shepherd dog at the other end trying to catch it, right? So seeing how it's been a long time coming, here's my next mission; Teach Butterscotch Baby how to catch a Frisbee!

Step 1:
Buy about 5 discs. Look for discs that are specially designed to reduce risk of injuring your dog. Floppy ones are the safest bet.

Step 2:
First encourage your dog to take the disc out of your hand. Give her flattery remarks when she does, like "Yes" or "Good Girl"...

Step 3:
Play tug with her gently with the disc. Always let your dog win. Don't rip the disc out of your dog's mouth. She'll assume she's not suppose to bite it...

Step 4:
Throw the disc so it rolls on the ground. Dogs love to chase them this way. It helps them learn to zoom in and "target" the disc and pick it up.

Step 5:
Finally, simply throw the Frisbee.

Step 6:
Prepare to be amazed. Before you know it, your dog will be leaping up and gripping that Frisbee in her teeth.

I can't wait to try it!!!

Simba

"When the all mighty Lion enters center stage, everyone notices. Don't worry, if you didn't notice he'll take the extra effort just to make sure you do! This dramatic, creative, outgoing and sometimes radical sign has the keyword magnetism for a very good reason. Fiery and self-assured, a Leo's charm is almost impossible to resist. Whether it's time spent with family and friends or the efforts on the job scene, a Leo is going to bring a lot to the table. The Leo's majestic presence alone can brighten up any party, hence why he is always on the guest list"

Here's what I wasn't told;
The Leo unfortunately has abundance of arrogance, stubbornness, inflexibility, self-centeredness and laziness. But if you really wanna tick this roaring but sensitive beast off, try ignoring him! Better still give him a reality check and if that doesn't bring him charging down on you like you're a gazelle then just tell this Lion, he is NOT the King Of The Jungle!

*In case you missed it, that was you cue to run for your life*

The Code Of Thundera

I'm 31 this year and yet it's so fresh in my memory the day I sat down at watched my first episode of Thundercats back in 1985....

My family was HOOKED on it and that's putting it lightly. I remember my dad and uncles coming home from work early just so they could also catch that 5.30pm cartoon and if they couldn't make it, they'd call ahead so we'd record it for them. Even my grandmother knew not to change the channel to another soap-opera during Thundercats. Haha!!!

The word of a new aged Thundercats being released come this summer has got the kid in me doing cartwheel and I pray they don't ruin it for me. Once again, we can re-live the code of Thundera; Truth, Honor, Loyalty and Justice. THUNDERCATS...... HHHHOOOOOO.....!!!

The Most Diabolical Leader Of Our Time ~ Lex Luthor

Don't you just hate the super good villain?

I mean come on, no one goes the to the cinema to cheer on the bad guy to win, right? But there have been villains who were simply too good to be real, that for once, you'll go; "Oh, fuck the protagonist..."

Remember Kevin Spacey in Superman Returns? I could have sworn the movie should have been titled, Adventures Of Lex Luther! And now they're making another Superman movie. Here's a tip for the producers, if someone like Gene Hackman shows up for the auditions; just go ahead and kill Superman in the plot. The movie will sell!

What's worse is that they keep casting these unknowns for the part of The Man Of Steel. I mean come on guys! I'll be the first to admit, there is no replacing a one Christopher Reeves! The dude was a picture perfect Kal'El himself straight out of the comic strips. Can't we find someone with a little more grit to his name and a little more bust to his acting in this next movie... Puhleassse!

(That Smallville dude is the safest bet!)

London Dekha, Paris Dekha....

India was once the world’s first civilization. It was a country revered by the rest of the world as having technological and sociological advances far beyond that of any European or any of its neighboring Asian countries. But the India as we know now paints a far different story what it once was. The country stands third in rank to be plagued with poverty, only edging over countries like Bangladesh and Nigeria. What has happened? Why has India taken an evolution in reverse? What went wrong in the chain of progress? These are the type of realization questions that needs to brew in a citizen mind and it will evoke a thought process to overcome such a situation.

As a citizen, there is little they can physically do. The government may come up with many action plans but it will not be effective or efficient enough to clean up 200 years of a backdraft. There has to be a cultivation in a culture that strives for excellence in everything we do; from our daily task to our life goals. There is a spreading disease amongst the Indians called ‘Chalta hai’ that needs to be eradicated from their minds and that is where they need the government to focus on. How to change the mentality of the citizens?

The government can introduce a plan to control the oversized population but what use is a ruling over people who don’t understand why there is a ruling or what is the need for it? The government can also seek to provide literacy for the people, but what use will that do if they themselves take no effort to learn? The government can create thousands of job opportunities and again it will be pointless if the people are too lazy and ignorant to understand the need for individual and community growth.

What is the difference between an Ambani and the average Indian? What made Tata Birla the household name that it is today and why can’t an ordinary ‘bhai’ of the streets of Chandni Chouk set himself to be like Mr. Birla? What was the basis that motivated Vijay Malia to fly high in the air as compared to the hundreds of men dragging rickshaws in the city of Calcutta? Why is it that this country ranking third among the poorest of countries can also produce some of the top ranking millionaires in the world?

There is blockade in the people’s progress and the guilty party is none other than themselves. There is this culture amongst the average Indian; “Minimum effort exerted but maximum expectation on the returns”. And as a citizen, how can they break this blockade? Simply by starting at home, they should teach their young ones of the promise that was once India. They should teach them of progress and possibilities that lie ahead of them when the right amount of effort and dedication is shown. There has to be a revolution within oneself to rise beyond the call of duty. The average Indian has to spearhead his own progress without waiting for some form of opportunity, he has to plow his own path to success. The average Indian cannot stop to blame another for his losses but pick himself up and move on to bigger and greater heights. This mentality is what pushed Japan, which was once a bare wasteland, effects of an atomic bomb to now becoming what is one of the most advanced cities in the world.

Can they do it? Time will tell…

Cause We All Walk Under The Same Moon

In Malaysia, we are well accustomed to the 'tidak ape' attitude. We know about it, we bitch about it but at the same time we do nothing to change the situation.

Here is where we are similar to the Indians;
A Malaysian will be 30minutes away but when questioned, he'll say; 5minutes, on the way. On the other hand an Indian will be 5 minutes away but when questioned, he'll say; 30minutes, on the way. The first is 'tidak ape' the second is 'chalte hai'. Both bears a venomous fruit to society. Being inefficient is not a crime but when you cry about it and at the same time do nothing to change yourself, then I must say; hypocrisy is a crime.

While my stint here in India, I've met some very interesting people;
I met a guy from Calcutta and from the stories he has told me, I've come to believe there is a river with gold flowing through it during the summer. I met another guy from Uttar Pradesh and from the stories he has told me, I've come to believe in the winter it snows of fairy dust and magical things can happen. I met a bloke from Tamil Nadu and from the stories he has told me, I've come to believe that once a year it rains of gold coins. And from the stories I've told all these fellows, Malaysia is a place that will chew you up like cheap tobacco and spit you out to rot in the gutters.

We can learn something from each other here; Perhaps the Indian should criticize his country a little and perhaps the Malaysian should criticize his country a little less.

The Swedish G Spot....Errmmm, G Force I Mean!

When it comes to sex, it is said that women need a reason but men only need a place.

I guess this probably inspired the article in today's paper; The Top 10 G Spots. Listing places from Namibia to Budapest to Phuket for vacation spots to get that 'orgasmic experience'.

I say they left out one such spot; The Volvo 850 T5R. The gently sloping hood provides the ideal angle and the right leverage for more bang for buck! And if that's not your cup of tea, then head over to the rear of the car where the stationwagon power train machine gives you a window of pleasure and space enough plow your every vivid drive!

Bulat misses McKayla...

Till Death Do Us Unity

To some, dogs are all we have...

The past two week, I've been haunted by the Grim Keeper himself. It's been a morbid fortnight and I hope summer time brings a little sunshine of joy. Day by day for the past two weeks, I've lost one cute little fella to the cold winter of Calcutta and to top it all off, my dreams have been only about death. Mine, his, her's, them etc. You name it, they've died in my dreams in the last two weeks. I was even present at the Kennedy Assassination last Tuesday. And just this morning I was gunned down in a hospital, Godfather style! Took nine shots to put me down.

My mom once told me that her mom told her; dreaming of death is actually good luck, go figure. The elders had a sick sense of humor. Imagine your grandmother telling you bedtime stories from the crypt; "Goodnight sweetie, don't let the defibrillator bring you back to life"...

Just yesterday in the papers the above article was up. It's really sweet to see the bond between man and dog after the week I've been through. It makes you wonder, how much does your dog mean to you. The sentiment is of course; life goes on but who are we kidding here, it's not easy to bury unconditional love.

God = Love, Dog = Unconditional Love, Dog = God?

It is after all the same spelled backwards. So to answer the question;
If God had a name, what would it be and would you call it to his face? If you were faced with him in all his glory what would you ask if you had just one question?

Sit Bubu, sit....

She's A Smarty Wag Tail

Ode to my Butterscotch back home

Indian Shoemaker's Log

Stardate: Laces 4, Leather 2, Sole size 10

This week would mark a whole month of my "Stranger in Calcutta' episode. The experience has been bittersweet, something I can always look back and say; "Hey, that wasn't too bad, now was it?". Being chauffeured around like the President is definitely something I can get used to. And a Chai-walla who brings me the best tea I've ever tasted in the cutest little tea cups is above all; luxurious. A laundry man who gets my collars just the way I like 'em is the icing on the cake! If I had my way, Deepak and Shurjeet is coming home with me!

Heaven in a cup at 9am

But there are days I wanted to go from bed to airport straight but that's only normal cause there is no place like home. As I sit here to think about the journey thus far; Somewhere along the lines a few veins have gotten blurred and some swollen up and that 17 year old arrogant prick slipped into a coma. The bust of all that's happened in 2008 till 2010 has made my inner self a stronger person. Strong enough to wake that 17 year old up and tell him; "Haare bhai, challo! Thoda kaam karo!" and this time around, I've learned a trick or two to keep that prick in line.

Life Goes On

But not for some.....

When I first got here in Batanagar, Calcutta; I discovered a litter of puppies in the neighborhood. Actually I found just one guy; Joshua and he led me to his brothers and sisters. They were the cutest things on earth. They showed so much spunk and grit about them that my spirits were lifted every time I saw them. There were two black pups, two white with black patches, one brown and one white with brown patches. The six of them were the limelight of my evenings...

It had become a routine for me to save some of my dinner and give it to them and usually it's just 2 pieces of roti. But last night on my way back from dinner I discovered that Joshua and one of the black pups had died, the poor little fellows froze to death. It was so heart wrenching to see Joshua lay there still as ice.

Earlier, I had mentioned that there were two black pups, remember. Well now the remaining black pup which was inseparable from the other one has isolated itself. It is has given up on life and I'm guessing it misses the other black pup. Every time I think of this little fellow, who just won't give up on his twin, the tears just start pouring with no control. Dogs are truly heaven sent!

"The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man's"
-Mark Twain in 1899

The Bald And The Beautiful

I know about the Tooth Fairy but is there a Hair Fairy, cause I could make some serious money by the time I hit 40...!!! The description on the bottle says; hair loss is due to dust and damage to hair, improper diet, stress or hormonal imbalances. Aiyo dey, if that was a multiple choice question; I'd have to tick all 4...

Speaking of hair, I found a strand of Baby's fur in my camera bag. I miss that fur-ball...

Volunteers Wanted For A PETA Event...

On January 13, PETA Asia will be holding an eye-catching public education event to draw attention to the companion-animal overpopulation crisis and the importance of spaying and neutering.

In Malaysia, unwanted animals are often abandoned on the streets, joining countless other stray dogs and cats in a struggle to survive. Many of these animals starve to death, are injured or killed in fights, are hit by vehicles or are abused. Many more animals are euthanized in shelters because of a lack of good homes. Every time someone buys a dog or cat from a breeder or pet store, a homeless animal roaming the streets or waiting at an animal shelter loses a chance at finding a loving home.

The solution is as easy as ABC: animal birth control. Spaying one dog or cat can prevent countless births. Sterilized animals also live longer, healthier lives and are less likely to roam, fight or bite. We need your help to make these demos successful! Please contact me if you're able to help in any of the following ways:

• We need volunteers who can attend our event, dress up in costumes (provided) and assist us in speaking to the public.

• We need volunteers who can make follow-up calls to media outlets in Bahasa Malay. The calls need to be done the afternoon before and/or the morning of the demo. The calls are very simple and are just intended to verify that the media outlet has received our news release. We are grateful for any help with media calls – even five calls can make a big difference!
  

Please e-mail PETA representative and campaign manager at ashleyf@PETAAsiaPacific.com for more information on any of these projects.

Love, Hate & Hindustani

You know how you have one or two 'goras' who have been to India tell you; "India changed my life.." (like that Eat, Pray & Love woman la).. I say to these people; "What are you talking about? Have you not been to Bangkok before?! LOL!" I even know a few friends who have gone to India, who told me, they felt a sense of belonging while they were here; like they've finally come home. Yup, you guessed it right, they're Malaysian Indians. I doubt an apek will say these things to me. But I've been here two weeks now and still no sense of belonging at all. Maybe I should go down south where my forefathers are from (even then, MAYBE).

From my observations, I think I figured out why I'll never be more Indian or less for that matter;

1. The concept of a queue eludes the Indians.
You see a store, you want something, you walk up and you get it, if there is someone in front of you, he/she is invisible. If you stand behind that person, you'll never get served cause 87,000 other countrymen are going to cut in front of you. And that was the first thing England thought me, you queue up for EVERYTHING!

2. They never put their feet up.
If there is a pavement or a railing we Malaysian have an automated reaction to put our feet up on it. The Indians don't and I dunno if it is out of respect or they're just not habituated that way. While I was in Delhi Airport, I put my feet up on my luggage. And the stares I got were spine chilling! And I thought, they liked my sparkling Nike shoes... Or they somehow were Bata spies!

3. There is a buzz about the people.
They are the rough & tough kind who constantly is wanting something or rather not wanting to be left out. They demand for everything, they complain about everything, they talk to strangers next to them, they have no sense of personal space. But you'll never catch a single one just standing still doing absolutely nothing. Even the beggars have a song and jiggle about them...

4. They treat their guest very well.
I'm practically the Duke of Batanagar. The hospitality is over whelming in the sense that I can do no wrong and there isn't anything I can't ask for. 'Jump' and 'kitna lambbe' (I think I got that wrong) you'll hear from a distance....

5. There is a strong sense of hierarchy.
On my first day, I had to make some international calls and the only place to do so is the VP's room. I was asked not to sit on the VP's chair because it WAS the VP's chair! Which btw, my office chair is bigger, ppbbbbttt....

6. Shah Rukh Khan!
He endorses everything! From nylon underwear to automobiles. Maybe they should put him on a Durex advert, could help control the population a little! Katrina Kaif is on the cover of The Indian Telegraph EVERYDAY, while Sachin Tendulkar graces the sports section EVERYDAY too. I feel like I have a threesome going on with them after two weeks...

7. To complaint or not to......
Don't be shy of a little ankle sprain either if you want to walk in India, but the weather now is perfect for walks, so I'm not complaining. But beware of the ambushing spitter! No it's not a snake only found in India, it's the pedestrian who constantly needs to spit and they come at you out of nowhere. And the most deadly of this kind is the ones who spit 'pan parag'. Google up this special breed of Indians. You'll need a mouth piece to prevent you from biting down on your own tongue if you are driving in India, not because the potholes but the speed-bumps too, like 15 of them back to back. And the 'rules of engagements' are a little different here. The highbeam and horn is the most used component on the car. I wonder how frequent do they get their horns changed. Another export business idea!!

9. Speaking of business ideas!
The next person to open up a cheap hair removal service for women will be the next Tata Birla of India. And the women would probably worship you!

10. Bow before me...
They are so respectful but I notice only to me. Among themselves, there is not a single 'excuse me', nor a 'thank you' or nor even a 'sorry'. But they say Namaskar to everyone the meet. I guess that sense of hierarchy is in action here again. What I hate the most is the interruptions you get while having a conversation with someone. Then again, here is the buzz we talked about earlier.

11. The cho cho train....
Everything over here is at an 'overnight by train' to reach distance. Crap! This country is fucking huge I tell you! Delhi to Calcutta, 24 hours, Calcutta to Mumbai 24hours, Calcutta to Bangalore 24hours. And I drive from KL to Penang in 2.5hours!!!

12. Cleanliness is next to Godliness!
This I'll say from the bottom of my heart, I will never complain about another dirty toilet in Malaysia again. I have a thing about toilets, they have to be either VERY VERY clean or they have to be at home. India has put me in one of those Fear Factor episodes where you have to do what you're most afraid off, minus the million bucks! But on the bright side, there's no one taking a leak in public or a dump behind the bush like some of you warned me off and it doesn't smell that bad....

For some parts of the time I feel like I'm in Taiping, for other parts India finds a way to bite me in ass and warn me not to forget, this is where it all began.. My below basic Hindi is improving and what's worse, I suddenly like it when I'm served for a change...

Batu Rd. Nostalgia

Back when shopping malls were a thing of the future, we Malaysian had Batu Road. One of my fondest childhood memory is the shopping outings I had with my family. At that time, I was nothing more than 7 and Midvalley was nothing more than a dream of an industrialist sitting in Insaf having his briyani with envy of HanKyu Jaya!





'Back To School' meant it was time to visit mommy's favorite in the whole of Kuala Lumpur; Globe Silk Store. If you're an Indian middle aged man, chances are when you were a kid, your mommy made you wear this white undershirt called a singlet! Why, only God knows. They were called Pagodas and they we sold in Globe Silk Store and I HATED them.

Some things do change; the blind keyboard playing band is no longer stationed in front of the plaza. This was the place where all our school going clothes and casual wear was bought. There was no two ways about it. Mommy would then sneak into a place called Masjid India and the saree shopping galore would start!

There was this other place we HAD to go. This stupid bookstore to buy all our school books! It served very little, nothing more than door stoppers in my opinion. But to the life of me, I could swear it wasn't called Minerva back then. Antoni Book Store sounds so familiar but I am pretty sure that was in Brickfields. Just to step out of topic for awhile, does anyone else think this place should be named Little India instead of Brickfields? Satu Lagi Projek Barisan Nasional laaa that one!

This place was cool! Come on MBS boys, you guys know what I'm talking about? This was the place 9 out 10 of us bought our first badminton rackets. This was the place, we first saw a premier football. This was the place we first saw this silky material used to make a t-shirt and was called a 'jersey'. Not that I'm a sports buff and if anything I'm the furthest from one. But there is something about spanking new sports equipment and apparels that made every boy tingle with joy!


But I wasn't every boy! I only wanted to come here!



The all famous Insaf Restaurant... A few years ago, I would have killed for a briyani here! And to my astonishment, the interior of the place is STILL in the all famous green! Their roti canai garing is a must try! For those of you who love a nice lamb shank drenched in curry, then you need to be here! It's 1.15am and I would do almost anything right now for Insaf to be open!

Vroom Vroom, Children & 80s' Television...

Kids like me didn't even have the time to salivate much less chew our food...!

There's a bunch of men out there today, who didn't watch a lot of Sesame Street or Thundercats growing up, I'm guilty as charged. I've always been a huge fan of the famous American Muscle Cars. They don't take the cherry though, cause that spot is reserved for the Prancing Horses but they do come a close second. For a very long time when I was growing up I used to love this car; the Ford Capri. To those above the age of 30 will remember this show on TV called 'Hunter'. Where Sgt. Rick Hunter (or was it detective) was seen in various of the Amerian Muscle Cars; the Dodge Monaco, the Chevy Impala and a one Ford Capri. I'm pretty sure my fetish for the American Muscle started there. I wanted to be Sgt. Rick Hunter so badly and I wanted my very own Ford Capri. I of course didn't know how to tongue the women like Sgt. Rick Hunter though but I sure did learn in the after years!

The Ford Capri was the only matchbox car I cried for when I first went to Toys "R" Us (that's an experience I've never gotten out of my system). Probably a few years later, when I finally got the 1985 Car Buyers Guide and I understood what all those abbreviations under the car performance tablet meant, I found out that the Ford Capri wasn't the best Ford ever made! There was another Ford that made this car look like a supermarket trolley. I was shocked, I was disappointed, I cried like a baby and like every other little spoiled brat, I forgot all about the Ford Capri in no time and latched on to the new and faster Ford.... The Ford GT!! Even though the Ford GT was built a good two decades before the Ford Capri, I didn't know that at the time nor did I cared much anyways...! You'll understand why in 6 and a half minutes time;



There wasn't a car that sounded like the Ford GT, there wasn't a car that looked like the Ford GT. To be quite honest, when my uncles were talking about their Toyota Corolla, I was bragging about 'my' Ford GT. Mind you, I was only either a 4 or 5 wet-snort brat. But I knew that one day I'd own a Ford GT. Of course all that changed when TV2 aired another series called 'Heartcastle & McCormick'. Now here was a car that made the Ford GT look like it was a tricycle ON TRAINING WHEELS... Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Coyote. A lot of people may not know this but the Coyote was actually not a very impressive car only that it looked like a spaceship. And what kid wouldn't like to own a car that looked like it was a blend of a Touring bred car and Star Trek.

And we all know better than life itself what happened in 1985? The airing of the king of all cars, the only car that made television history and the one car that got kids AND even grown ass men all over the world, no matter what color... talking into their watches; Kitt!

Later in 1985, I watched my first Grand Prix. We'll leave that story for another day, shall we? Too much exhaust fumes in my brains now!

Some Things Don't Change

Breakfast in Petaling Street is best served when you skip assembly period and sneak back in without getting caught. Movies have never been better than the screening at Rex Theater. And wandering in Lot10 after school till about 3pm before catching that Bas Mini back home will always have a special spot in our hearts...

Even though we've become fathers and god fathers receptively, I thoroughly enjoyed my Chili Pan Mee last weekend. We then headed down to Low Yatt and Lot10. God, I haven't been down this lane in a long long time. One thing hasn't changed though; I was still the only Indian patron in Lot10. The other Indians were cashiers and promoters and I'm not saying this with any tinge of pride at all but alas, it is the obvious. Of course me and Papa Ric just laughed and carried on ogling that woman with the huge tits...

What Is Wrong With Us?

You take away someone's parking spot and I tell you, you won't hear the last of it. They'll bitch about it till the day they die. By some mistake if at the end of the month someone's paycheck is less by even 1 Ringgit, they'll ride the finance departments ass till they get it. If someone was rude to them in a restaurant where they were patrons, they will write letters, talk to the press, write bad reviews about the restaurant, even boycott and go picketing against the restaurant.

BUT....

We read about animal cruelty in the papers almost every other week. We hear about animal cruelty from a friend almost everyday. Videos, blogs and other post off animals being subjected to cruelty are up on the internet almost every hour, but only a handful of people are riled up about it. Why? Aren't our furry neighbors important enough to us to even kick up a fuss? Are we that busy fighting restaurant managers and people who rudely bump into us in the elevator that we can't even spend 5 minutes of our time to care about these victims here? What is wrong with us? It is a fundamental question that we need to be asking ourselves... I'm not asking everyone to pick up a weapon and go at it, I'm not even asking everyone to write letters or complaint to the authorities. I'm only asking you to start feeling the rage inside of you that this is wrong. It is because we are so busy trying to win the rat race we've become so tolerant about things around us that we've started to ignore everything that doesn't bother us. Nature will prosper without our presence but we will vanish off the face of this earth without nature. This is the big picture and we're not seeing it. Hey, I'm no saint. I drink bottled water everyday, it is something that I've realized over the last couple of weeks. I am a contributor to the worsened situation too. I do smack the house fly that crosses me wrongly and I eat as much meat as the next guy. I'm not going to go all vegan on the situation, nor start taking extreme measures but I have started feeling that what has been happening around us is wrong. And I'm asking everyone else to start feeling that way too. Or else, come the future there just won't be anything left for us to feel about.

The Heart Of A Fool Is In His Mouth...

...But the mouth of a wise man is in his heart. To watch an idiot bring an adolescent python into a club tells me that fools will find new ways to make a fool out of himself!

This was on Halloween, at the Rainforest Sports Bar @ Pavilion Kuala Lumpur. Now I'm always not a fan of people mistreating animals. I know technically they weren't harming that poor little snake but a smart person would have known that snakes, don't have ears, they pick up on vibrations. The tiny steps of a little mouse, sends a tingle up their vibrations senses and the snake knows that there is a mouse near by. Have you felt the vibrations coming from the 20 very strategically placed speakers in a club before? Now imagine how confused and off his senses would that little snake feel? I felt like smacking that dumb idiot in the face until I found out that the snake didn't belong to this idiot, instead it belonged to the DJ of Rainforest Sports Bar.

Corporations who run a business need to run it with a certain code of ethics, cause let's face it, without ethics; you're just a bunch of crooks. A much more responsible manager would have told that DJ of his, to take the snake home. But of course, in the spirit of fun everything is tolerated. A snake in the club gives it an exotic look. People want to come up to the DJ and say 'wooooo...' and take a picture with the snake. It's a business opportunity! Please, don't do something like this at the expense of another living creature, please run your businesses with a conscience. Imagine if someone dragged you to a place that made you feel uncomfortable just cause it'll make them look cool. I bet you wouldn't like it.

I'm just one person, but I feel a place that takes it's name after a natural place like Rainforest is just being hypocritical when they don't take responsibility for when something like this happens! A snake may it be a pet, does not belong in a club, period! Stop exploiting that poor creature. The DJ needs to be a much more responsible pet owner and Rainforest Sports Bar needs to ensure that these things don't repeat itself.

Lotus Will Never Be Proton

My passion for motorsports is urging me to regurgitate dinner after hearing that Proton is still adamant that Lotus Racing F1 team cannot use the name Lotus because they own it. If you want to really stand up for something, how about stop copying other car manufacturers. Be original you shameless bunch of pricks. My patriotism for this country stops at just learning the words to 'Negaraku'.

When I was in England, the professors in uni had a name for us Malaysians; Cut and Paste Experts. Are we not ashamed of this? I read an article today in the papers about how we Malaysian don't strive to do better anymore but instead we always seem to have the 'tidak apa' attitude. Quantify that with the millions the goverment has invested in Proton and you get the biggest 'Tidak apa-apa' in my opinion. I have no respect for the board of directors in Proton because they have no pride nor passion for cars at all. After 25 years in the industry and they're still copying! But the bigots have the face or thick skin to claim Lotus shouldn't be used in a racing team. It is clear and obvious they don't know the history of Lotus.