Blardy Virus

Movie and series themes are so into the infection hype nowadays. Suddenly, fictional diseases are everywhere, infecting everyone and then, the heroes (the most common explanation of these people is that they are immune, every single one of them) came about slashing and gun-totting all those who are f*cked-up by the virus. Basic protocol.

Among them:

Resident Evil

The current trilogy is focus on the -turn-you-into-zombie-T-virus. By the time of the third installment, zombies are lurking every single corner of the deserted world, leaving a few pathetic hopeless humans defending themselves. Didn't mind Milla/Alice on killing spree tho. Ooo. Hot.

28 Days Later and 28 Weeks Later

Here, the so-called Rage Virus reigns, turning people into blood-spewing zombies (again). Same consequences (deserted London, infected people). Similar heroes (they just can't die, can they?).

Heroes

Even the popular TV Series caught up with the disease. Season 2 is currently focusing into a virus with a cute name. Shanti virus is spreading at its initial stage. Peter saw the aftermath tho. And as the series title suggest, guess who are fighting them?












Peter: Er....so is this the T-virus, Rage or Shanti? I'm confused......

And there is also Outbreak, Twelve Monkeys, Virus (Japan) and to certain extend, Blade.
And so on and so forth.
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Was suppose to read socio-cultural comm. literatures and complete an assignment that links concepts and terms. Guess this is a warm-up, huh? How bored and senseless..

Swimming and Sex Don't Match, Mind You...

The bed is where couples make out and a place where every single part of the body is touched sensitively and where cheesy romantic I-Love-Yous are expressed to each other.

The swimming pool is where people go for a swim. Full stop.

But some just don't know which setting they are suppose to be when it comes to the make-out part.

I don't oppose public affections and I am definitely not jealous.

But if somebody is doing it right in front of your lane and obstructing and diverting your attention at the same time and don't even care to notice, it will be a different story right?

So what did I do?

I pulled off my goggles, showed them my pissed off face, showed them my middle finger X2 and tell them to "fuck off and get a room!"

I am sorry. Wrong transmission from my brain to the hand.

In fact, actually I DO want to do that, its just the, erhem, very very polite and angelic me is telling me to smile and say "Excuse me. Thanks. Have a nice day. And oh I recommended safe sex. And go girl, get laid. Way to go dude. Pfftt."

Somehow, judging by the way they are smothering each other, I felt that they are going to pollute the pool anytime soon.

Of course, the obvious action, or rather reaction, is to get off the pool immediately.


And yes, they definitely need a room. Another day ruined. Thanks, you pathetic and desperate bastards.