I visited the Sea Shepherd Organization's website today, and came upon probably one of the most brutal and saddest captured videos ever.
In Canada, there's an urban-like festival where loads of macho 'men' will go to the icy caps and MASS SLAUGHTER baby seals.
It's so fucking brutal. More than 350,000 are killed every year. The Sea Shepherd reports,
The Canadian commercial seal hunt is the largest mass slaughter of marine mammals in the world, and Canada has slaughtered over 320,000 seals in March and April!
During the last three years, the government of Canada has delivered the death sentence to over one million baby harp seals. During March and April, Canadian seal killers viciously slaughtered over 320,000 seals. Thousands more have washed up on the beaches of Newfoundland.
Canada has yet to announce a new kill quota for the next three years.
What we need to do now is to promote the international boycott of Canadian seafood products.
Sea Shepherd believes the following about the Canadian seal slaughter:
The slaughter of seals is incredibly cruel (a post mortem survey has shown that 42% of these babies are skinned alive)
It is a threat to the survival of the species
It is a threat to the survival of cod
It is a slaughter done mainly for unessential, vanity, and luxury items, and therefore, is unnecessary
It is unethical to slaughter newborn seal pups (About 95% of the seals to be slaughtered are babies less than four weeks old)
The Sea Shepherd flagship Farley Mowat returned to Bermuda on April 21st, two months after departing on February 21st for the cold and treacherous waters of first, the Gulf of St. Lawrence then to the Labrador Front in April.
It was a successful campaign. We did not stop the seal slaughter. We did not think we could, not this year. What we did do was to elevate international public and media awareness of the slaughter. The Canadian government was forced on the defensive.
Eleven of our crew were arrested for filming seal killers without permission from the government. These arrests will give us the opportunity to challenge these censorship regulations as violations of the Canadian Constitution and the Charter of Rights.
Despite the regulations and despite attempts by the Canadian government to prevent us from entering the ice floes, we did break our way into the floes and we were able to block and annoy the sealers. We were there as the eyes and ears of the world community to document the lies continuously spewed forth by the Canadian Department of Fisheries and Oceans.
The Canadian government states that the seals are killed humanely. Our documentation has proven otherwise.
The Canadian government states that they do not provide the services of ice-breaker ship assistance to help the sealing vessels reach the seals. Our documentation has exposed this lie - time and again, we witnessed the Canadian Coast Guard ships breaking ice and leading sealing ships through the floes. [see Parade of Fools for more information].
We documented the Canadian Coast Guard ship running down and crushing seals in the ice. We documented hostile sealers viciously attacking our crew on the ice.
The Canadian government spent hundreds of thousands trying to make sure we did not take any pictures of seals being killed. Their Coast Guard vessel, Amundsen, kept close watch on us - sometimes, dangerously close.
This year marked the first time in history that an anti-sealing vessel has gone to the Labrador Front to challenge the sealers. We were also the only organization in the world opposing the slaughter in the field off the coast of Newfoundland and Labrador. All previous campaigns have been in the Gulf of St. Lawrence, although Sea Shepherd had come close in 1983 when we blockaded the harbor at St. John's, Newfoundland, to prevent the sealing fleet from leaving. That action resulted in the only time the quota was not exceeded. In fact, there were 76,000 seals directly saved by that action.
A short 1 minute video clip can be downloaded by clicking here(right click and 'save target as')
I feel so grieved from just watching the footage. How can anyone be so cruel? This soul-less creatures above have no humanity in them whatsoever. What's more, the Goverment is allowing it!? Fuck you, Canadian beasts.
You can get more info from viewing their webpage. Once again, I ask of you, watch the video(right click and 'save target as').
Uh-hum. Ok, since there aren't any exams tomorrow I've finally got some time to blog, which is pretty much dead T^T.
Regarding to albert and xiao's comment about girls wanting big boobs, I think it's more of a toned comparison to the body that's important. For example, the perfect boobs for a girl in my humble opinion must NOT be anywhere near Pamela Anderson's or as flat as any of the librarians in SMKSU(with one girl being an exception. dude her boobs are HUGE!). And sometimes a slim girl doesn't really mean she's attractive. What makes majority think that the slimmer a girl is, the better??? I like girls with a little bit of puppy fat, not just because it makes them cute, but because if I was to marry a girl, I wouldn't want to be making sweet love to a stick. That's like sticking your dick up a branch. Ouch.
Oh yeah, back to size. A girl's boobs should be JUST nice for her shape and size. Let's say your gf is 15 years old, but her boobs are two bloody watermelons, you'd be embarrased just to walk with her! There comes a point where TOO BIG is TOO MUCH. Plus there's a chance that girls with big boobs get more hunched as they grow older compared to their smaller sisters.
I wanted to post an example using a picture of Cass's chest which I took earlier this year but, quoting her on the phone, "I swear if you put that picture Lai, I will kill your blog. Or worse, you.". And the Google alternative isn't exactly right either because all that boobs pictures keyword turn out is XXXYOUNG GIRL PORN Little girls gets raped bla bla cum here.
So here's a very innocent example:
Voila. Perfect sizes. Okay just kidding I'm not really judging 'em'. Nooo...back, Cass! Back!
The perception that the bigger the better is probably because of media influence. It's only in the ANIME world that girls can still look adorably cute despite having boobs twice the width of their chest.
Wargh! So huge it's formed into a single giant lump on the chest!
But that's just made up, of course. In the real world, there's NO WAY you can see a girl with D-cups in the innocent light. First thing you'll say "Gawd their huge! I wanna shuff my ***** up it!*
Do you marry a woman for her boobs or her personality? We might as well cut off the big breasts of a woman, and keep it preserved in a fridge like a Christmas Pudding so we can just conveniantly have a look at it anytime we pass the kitchen. That, of course, would be just sick and disgusting.
A true man, is one that can see the girl within. Not the outside. Just want to see a female body? Get your fix of porn from online(just make sure you don't support lolicon. Sick pedophile bastards.).
We have here, Xiao Yu, who admits and even says she's sort of flat. But does that stop her from being the lovable bubbly self she is? She didn't win Guo Joon over her boobies now, did she? No. It's not about the breast, its about what's underneath the breasts. Literally, the heart.
Like girls not because of the breast, but their personalities.
Credits to Xiao for giving permission to use her boobs as an example. =3
EDIT: About the flat librarians part, to be politically correct, Wai Jean is also an exception =). She's the girl with the blue top in the picture above. Hehe, see WJ, I remember who you are!
Despite having less than 9 hours to study Biology, I'm interested to blog about this.
When I was a lil boy, I used to shower with my dad alot. And each time, I'd think to myself, "Why is his bigger?" There was a strange feeling of inferioty each time I thought about it, before growing out of the phase about 10 years ago. But now that I think about it, does a bigger penis really mean that the person is more MANLY and provides better pleasure in bed?
Perhaps not. A person with a bigger sword(or pork sword, in this situation), would lose to a thief with a dagger if his swordsmanship isn't as good. Think about it this way. A little penis knowing where to jab, where to poke, and which part would satisfy the girl's lustful desire, or a big one just ramming itself into the poor girl till she bleeds. The ninja strikes deadlier than the swordsman.
Anyway, I'd really like to digress more, because this is really a strong topic I'd like to share my views on. After the exams, maybe I'll write more on this. You guys should stop coming, cos I still get at least a 100 hits, though there aren't any updates. I'll be back on the 25th, which is when my exam ends.
I'm gonna cram my studies now, so there wont be any updates till the exams are over. Which is a good thing because I've heard from some form 4's that the first thing they check online is my blog ;)*proud*
Blog song has changed to Daniel Powter - Bad Day. It's been played over and over again on MixFM so I sort of got addicted to it. As usual, it's on the top left part of my blog. Have a go.
I don't know, I just liked that phrase above so I used it as a title. In a way, it's also to show that I'm still my mood-swinging self, and not permanently scarred for life, though there shall always remain a hole in my heart that misses my grandparents.
What's possibly the longest week of my life is finally over, and leaves me with only 4 days to catch up on studies. Ah but what the heck, I'll blog anyway. First of, I'd like to thank EVERYONE for being supportive, especially those that took their time for me like Nab, Fern, Xiao, Cass, and alot more. The comments on the tagboard <----- are also greatly appreciated, and smsuian =) I'm okay with anyone as long as you don't remain anonymous(because I find it irritating to talk to someone who I don't even know is who). *especially flamers. their slimy and greasy. eww* Sigh, and I've also missed 2 opportunities to see Amanda online. Hm, not like I'd be daring enough to say hi anyway. =/
When I'm back in school I expect hugs from these people:
Boon Heng
Xiao
Cass
Fern
Nab
Zakhren
Benjamin
Aaron Yap
Zakwan
Jade
Jiale
Colin
Khe Chun
Nimalan
Alright, now on a more serious note: Watching my grandmother suffer and pass away infront of my eyes is probably the saddest thing I've ever had to face in my life. I know not whether passing on is like walking through a dark tunnel by yourself or a white pillar of light flanked with naked angels, but I do pray that whatever it is, both my grandparents have one another. Once in awhile I sit and think, "Wow. Mama and YehYeh are gone. I'll never see them again in this lifetime. Ever. In just a week, I've lost two people who are precious to me."
And even now, I find it hard to believe. Just a few days ago I was talking to them, and now...they're ashes in an urn. My grandfather's cooking, my grandmothers taunts and soft arms which I love to hold...
Taken outside the hospital window
These things I'll never get back again. Moments I took for granted which would last forever.
Taken outside the hospital just after my grandmother passed away.
When inside their house, I have to stop myself from crying because it's sad to see an enviroment which they have both lived in for the last years of their lives. The cooking pots, the photo albums, the pirated DVD's my grandfather had yet to watch, the food in the fridge they had planned to eat, the last things around their house which had been done by them.
And maybe one day, when I've forgotten I've even wrote this entry, I will see them again.
My sister and I went through their old stuff in my granddad's study, and here're some pics of priceless memorabilia left behind:
My grandfather's stamp collection. I remember when we were young, my sister and I were taught by him how to handle stamps, and helped us start a little collection of our own.
I've never even seen this before.
A picture of my grandmother's parent's wedding. This was about 1930-something.
LD's! Before VCD came about, these large black disks were the thing.
A very cool discovery is my grandfather's easily 50+ collection of old records. We're thinking about Ebaying them.
Look at all these crazy covers!
My grandfather as a lil wee boy.
Granddad liked 'em big. Heh Heh. He's the one with his hands against his face.
This one's from my grandfather to my grandmother when they were still coupling. They're only 51 years married(i know cos we celebrated their 50th anniversary last year), and he's already called her Maggie LAI in 1952.
To, Miss Maggie Lai
With Best Wishes & God Bless You.
From, Yours always,
Henry Lai 12/10/52
This is what's behind it. Lol.
My grandmother.
Young couple.
My dad and some girl. *ooh*
An old family picture in 1961.
My grandfather Henry, my eldest aunty Judy, my grandmother Maggie carrying my youngest aunty Susie, and my dad Arthur. The Lai family.
We have to remember that grandparents were once young happening hipsters too.
In glorious technicolor! Ooh the 70's... love the top.
My grandfather's always had a knack for gardening. He's got a greenthumb, which is pretty rare in our little clan.
My grandmother had been married to my grandfather since she was 16 years old, and for the rest of her life, they had been together.
As much as they usually quarrel, there is a known bond between them that they have shared for so long. Even when my grandfather wanted to stay in Australia as a cook, and my grandma went back to Malaysia, they couldn't stand being apart and my grandpa decided to come back.
Like my grandpa, my grandma also loves and took care of me since I was young. She told me how she'd use the her office phone to call every 10 minutes when my mom was giving birth to me, or how worried she was when I was young because I wasn't putting on weight, only to worry that I was putting on TOO much weight the next year.
My grandparents loved to travel around together around the world, and when going through the photo albums in their house today, my sister and I stumbled upon pictures of them in England, Europe, China... I saw how they smiled, and it was a painful delight. To say my grandparents did stuff together was an understatement. They do EVERYTHING together. Everywhere they go, it's the two of them. And it was only last year that our family celebrated their 50th Anniversary(Golden) in a hotel among family. We were all laughing, hugging, and high in thoughts that this happiness would last forever.
On Monday, 12.50am, I was staying at my grandparents' house to guard the coffin, and also be with my family to accompany my heartbroken grandmother. While in my grandfather's study, looking around, I heard my sister scream. We rushed to her, and what I saw I will never forget.
My grandmother had a stroke. Her right leg and arms were fidgeting, and she was unconscious to our screams and crying. I quickly asked my dad to call an ambulance. But it was too late, and my grandmother had fallen into a comatose(coma).
It is now Wednesday, 10.16, that I'd like to relate to all my friends who read this blog, of how painful it had been. Just as my grandfather passed away, my heartbroken grandmother would be taken from us as well.
I returned from the hospital that Monday morning at 4am, exhausted. We prayed to my grandfather to look over her, whatever happens. On Tuesday morning, we told everyone that my grandmother was tired, and we decided it was best she just rested at a hospital where they'd take care of her. But the painful truth is, it was a ruse, so that my grandfather's funeral would end smoothly. We hid it from my little cousin sister, because she was taking her PMR exams. Even when she found out, she remained strong and composed.
On Tuesday night, the hospital rang up. Her condition was not improving, and...her brain showed no sign of activity. To make it worse, her brain was swelling, and as it grew...it will block her arteries, and the heart will stop pumping...which will result in...her death.
When I entered the ICU(Intensive Care Unit) with my mother to see her, I was devastated. Tubes, pumps, monitors, were hooked up to her, giving life support. But what is life, when you can't even see your loved ones, or hear them, or talk to them? I cried on the spot, and told her how much I loved her, and that even if she left us, she had nothing to worry about.
Remember how I said they went everywhere together? I meant it. I suppose that my grandmother loved my my grandpa so much that, she grieved his death and was afraid of being alone. She had seen her children lead good lives, and her grandchildren matured. What was left for her, now that my grandpa was gone. Mama, as much as you wanted to be with YehYeh, don't you think we would have taken care of you? You told me you wanted to travel around the world, so why did you let go? You've spent your entire life taking care of us, why didn't you give us a chance to take care of you? We'd do everything we could to make your life happy. Or would it?
We now understand, you love YehYeh alot. If you want to be with him, we understand.
As for now, I'm only solemly waiting for that moment that she passes on.
My head is spinning non stop. Why does bad stuff have to happen after another? I'll blog about it later.
I'm seriously doubting whether I have any close friends at all. Sure, I'm okay with Sufern and Cass, but am I REALLY their close friend? I can talk and have fun with Cass, but among friends, its like she's ashamed to even admit being friends with me.
Seeing my sister's friends even coming for my grandpa's wake, I realized that compared to her, I've basically no one. I'm not saying "FUCK YOU for not coming to my grandpa's wake", I'm just stating that I don't even have a friend close enough to care that much. Sure, my aqquaintances care, thanks for the messages, very thoughtful indeed. But... I've known...I really have no close friends? Is Zakhren a close friend? I don't think he thinks so. Maybe everyone's just sympathizing with me once in awhile.
Even in class, I have hardly any friends or close people I can relate with. I see the class moving together and laughing, and then myself walking behind alone, because unlike them, spending the entire year to mix with everyone, I was going after HER, and now that she's gone, I'm no diff from a new student. Heck, I've wasted my time on a person who probably doesnt even GIVE A FUCK that I'm on the verge of strangling myself to death. And yet, I still find her the msot beautiful person I've ever met. Probably because of this, I dread going to 4 Sigma everyday. I dread going there, and try to make friends. Not because they don't want to, but because I'm not meant to.
My grandfather's cremation is on sunrise. I'm worried about my grandmother.
My world has never looked so dark.
The hatred is strong in this one.
I'm sorry for being jealous of you and Amanda, Boon Heng.
I'm sorry for even bothering you the last 3 years, Manda. It must really suck to have an idiot going after you for so long.
I;m sorry for trying to be close with you Cass. I was just imagining that we were close. I should have realized earlier. I'm sorry...and thankful that you sympathized.
I'm sorry I disturbed you, Khe Chun. I knew I wasn't worthy of even asking you.
I'm sorry, Colin. Too long have you endured my sucky attitude, and I had no right to
shout at you.
I'm sorry, 4 Sigma, for not being able to be as lively as all of you.
I'm sorry, my friends in LEO, for failing to keep up with your never dying enthutiasm.
I'm sorry I scold you when it's not your fault Zakhren. i don't deserve a cool guy like you.
I'm sorry, NpSp, for not being disciplined enough to wake up and mix with you guys. Every day I sigh because I'm the least close person among you all.
I'm sorry, Zakwan.
I'm sorry for trying to fit into groups of friends, and breaking down because I can't.
I'm sorry for always being the oddball.
I'm sorry for being unnapreciative of the little things.
I'm sorry I can never achieve what my sister does.
I'm sorry, Suf and Nab, for burdening you always because I've not many friends.
And I'm very sorry, Sufern, because even though you are kind enough to listen to me, I still vent my anger on you by shouting.
As much as it was important for me to quit, I'm sorry, YEP.
I'm sorry that I'm no longer the energetic gay self that people used to love and find irritating.
I'm sorry I'm a changing room peeking pervert.
I'm sorry for always being so emotional.
I'm sorry for hardly keeping in touch with my old friends from 3 Omega.
I'm sorry for being materialistic.
I'm sorry for being lazy.
I'm sorry for being arrogant.
I'm sorry for being 'hao'.
I'm sorry for being blur.
I'm sorry for being unnacceptably adorable at times.
I'm sorry, Sushi. I haven't eaten you for 2 months.
And to anyone else that I owe an apology, I'm sorry.
I've so many things to say, and something that will leave you gasping, but I'll leave that for after the funeral. I haven't hand any proper sleep since Friday, and my eyebags are worse than ever. I'll just post whatever pictures I have on my cam right now without commenting on most of them.
The following are pics taken in school.
The funeral:
My grandfather had quite alot of different religions coming to pay respects, from my family's SGM(Buddhist), Taoist Nuns(who used hands free clamshell handphones), Christians, and Thai Buddhists.
My grandmother. She's really going through so much, it pains me to see her like this.
This is what those who are directly related to my grandfather has to wear. It sort of a mourner's uniform. Black, with a white lace tied around the waist. I'm not moody, just sleepy and fatigued.
Being the male grandson, I had to put this little red thingy on. Not sure what it symbolizes.
The result of lack of sleep for 4 days, hectic, headaches, and just fatigue.
Perhaps...this shouldn't be an entry to win over people's hearts. But, something that I should just write to reduce the pain that's inside me. For myself.
I used to worry, how would I react when he dies? The symptoms of having breathing problems, ending up in the hospital often, and how terrible he looked each time I entered the hospital room, expecting him to fully recover the next day, and be back to his smiling self again. Of course, not this time.
My grandfather has taken care of me ever since I was a baby. He loved me, doted on me, and took my side whenever my parents wanted to discipline me, just like any loving grandparent would. He'd always pick me up from tuitun, and bottled some soft drink because he knew I'd be thirsty. And me, the ever idiot child, would quickly exit the tuitun, hopefully to enter his car and drive off before any of my tuitun mates saw us. Because I was embarrased. And what an idiot I was. Now, if I could go back, I'd proudly show people that my grandfather is caring enough to spend his afternoons sending his grandson to and fro, never complaining, only loving. I pride on him, because my grandfather loved me.
When my sister told me that he had passed away, it was hard to let the words sink in. "This is a sick joke," I thought. Before she even closed the door, I was slamming my hands on the bed, wall, and anything I could reach. I couldn't believe it. I wouldn't believe it. This wasn't happening. How could this happen? Less than 2 hours ago He and I were just chatting about whether his handphone was USB capable. How, can a person so lively, just be gone like that?
I love my grandfather. But I regret that I hadn't loved him enough.
The slaughter of seals is incredibly cruel (a post mortem survey has shown that 42% of these babies are skinned alive)
The Sea Shepherd flagship Farley Mowat returned to Bermuda on April 21st, two months after departing on February 21st for the cold and treacherous waters of first, the Gulf of St. Lawrence then to the Labrador Front in April.
arrests will give us the opportunity to challenge these censorship regulations as violations of the Canadian Constitution and the Charter of Rights.
attacking our crew on the ice.
