A matter of measurement

When you walk into the male human species toilet, call it washroom, whatever name you want, you will probably see many things. It's still the place for number one and number two. I wouldn't call it gents though because judging by their Neanderthal antics, even your street tramp has better toilet manners.

One of the funniest things would be the uncomfortable look on the faces of the patrons when they occupy an urinal. It's as though the task is so uncomfortable, unpleasent that it should be completed the soonest. And what's with the rush and the need to hide? Granted that not everyone is an exhibitionist but seriously what do they have that the others have not seen it yet?

Perhaps it boils down all to the matter of size. What really counts is the calculation itself. The measurement. Big thing. Big and loud. Huge. Of course this stupid mentality is not confined only in the toilet but right out in the public, something which I would call a big dick behaviour.

Having been late yesterday to work no thanks to Government effort to promote tourism for this year's Visit Third World 2007, we have a stupid parade. More like black parade or some shit. Tell me why would tourists from other countries would be interested with something so unspectacular like a stupid parade when they have better at home? Does grand scale rubbish like the Stupid Copycat Eyeshit or nightly water and lights show at Tasik Titiwangsa propell Malaysia into tourism favourites?

I don't think so.

Big buildings, esp the exploding and loud type cannot cover the fact that we are a shitty when it comes to exploiting the incoming foreign dollars. Enough have been written about how we should learn from Thailand and Singapore. Our manners, cheating taxis, horrible toilet, etc. Enough also have been bitched about how screwed up the Tourism Board when it comes to handling the A&P for Malaysia. Enough of talking cock!

How about the fact that we love to tear down old building and monuments (that has so much history, details and characters) for something ugly, cold and well, at the risk of sounding racist, very the Malay/RTM looking? Check out the obscene Middle East Garden shit thing in town and you will know what I meant. How bout the deadcity known as Putrajaya? One word. Ugly.

Well, I guess you can't have everything. Or change anything. While Malaysian is starting to give up the notion of making yet another world's biggest capatti or ketupat, it will be a long way before we truly learn and appreciate what is more important - substance and not size. Of course acquiring abit of taste would not hurt.

As for my own dirty routine, I would go for cubical. Not that I am shy shy or anything. Button flies demand me to pull it really low and I can't have strangers looking at my butt now can I? Maybe I can.