No Prison Break this week

The time was originally pre-empted for the World Series, which was won by the Boston Red Sox.  Let’s see in Prison Break, Sucre is being extorted by some guy, Sara lost her head, Michael is turning into MacGyver, and Whistler is a shady Australian.  I think this show has jumped the shark just like Lost with their obscure East Asian symbolism, drunken actors, and random numerology.

My last weekend out made me realise that I am missing something in my life at the same time I am capable of meeting nice people.  I am sure there are a good number of nice girls out there, the challenge is mostly meeting nice girls that are single and straight.  I think this may hold true for girls looking for confident, reasonable, and decent guys, but it’s much easier for them.  My core looked out for me when I was at my worse and they are great company, but sometimes I wished a few of them broke out of their shell…

It’s times like this I wish there were large and affordable Sugar-Apples around to eat.

Although they look like disgusting vegetables, they are actually quite sweet especially after they ripen.  However, they become obscenely sweet if you let them ripen too much.  Most of these large-sized Sugar-Apples were about $3-4 USD in Taiwan but cost about $7-10 USD over in America due to import duties, FDA quality control, and distribution.  All it involves is just a fork and peeling away the green peels to unveil the sweet, yellow fruit that lies inside that actually goes well with crushed ice.

Now that idiot Bernanke is again considering cutting the interest rates to just jump start the ailing economy from the subprime fiasco.  Bernanke should know that cutting rates will only help the hedge fund managers, the traders and the analysts in the short-term but it will do nothing to make this subprime bullshit go away anytime soon.  People start defaulting on their debts, this eventually spills over to consumer debt (eg credit card), then it affects goods and services in the retail sector which in turn affects the manufacturers and services themselves.   It’s even worse when all these bad commercial paper is lying somewhere in overseas investments.

The US economy is going to slow down in the next 1 to 2 years, even if it doesn’t end in a recession if we are lucky.  Worse of all the supposed rate cut will only further debase the US dollar against world currencies.  Already it is going to cost around $1.05USD to buy a Canadian dollar while $0.90USD can get an Australian dollar plus the Chinese Yuan is now hovering around 7.40 to the dollar.  If Bernanke does a rate cut, regardless of the basis points reduced, he is just going to cave into Wall Street instead of looking over for the people he professed to help when he acknowledged that a powerful Federal Reserve contributed to the Great Depression.   It’s times like this I wished ING or eTrade allowed for high interest savings to be kept in foreign currencies.

Fun in Brooklyn

Last night was a great old party to celebrate James’s new job in China. It was interesting going to the Bembe bar and lounge to party with him and his friends. Most of the celebrations lasted until 3:30AM in the morning and more people were still gathering in the underground dance floor and the bar.

There were many nice girls and approachable people as well. Sometimes we just all need to get out of our routines, forget everything and just go with the flow. I am sure James will have a blast when he hits China in a few weeks.

Turned out the Newark train station was closed until 5:00AM so it was good in a way that people showed up to take me home from there once the party wrapped. Then again, I will make sure to head out a little earlier so I don’t miss the trains instead of partying a bit longer. Overall, it was good times and a much need break out of the weekly routine.

Security guard shoots self to death at Taiwan presidential residence

Security guard shoots self to death at Taiwan presidential residence

The Associated Press
Thursday, October 25, 2007

TAIPEI, Taiwan: A security guard of Taiwanese President Chen Shui-bian shot himself to death early Friday at the presidential residence, an official said.

“One of the security guards committed suicide,” said David N.Y. Lee, Chen’s spokesman.

Lee would not confirm reports on Taiwanese TV stations that Chen was in the residence when the incident occurred.

The TV reports said that Chen was immediately notified.

The National Security Bureau, responsible for presidential security, identified the dead man as Lu Tseng-hsiang.

In a statement, it said that Lu shot himself at 8:35 a.m. (0035GMT) while he was on duty.

It attributed the suicide to personal problems.

“From a preliminary investigation, Lu shot himself because of difficulties in a relationship,” the bureau said in its statement.

Poor guy.  For a moment I thought he did it because he hated working for Chen Shuibian or because he wanted to reenact the 2004 elections in Taiwan.

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Prison Break Season 3, Episode 5

Turned out there was no episode 5 last week but I am still unnerved by Sara’s gruesome demise. Apparently, the producers decided to kill off the character after they were unable to secure a new contract with the actress playing the character. They first gave her space so she can tend to her newborn daughter so they had her character get kidnapped then they had difficulties getting her back to the show. Some said it was the tough schedule while others claimed it was the need for higher pay. In any event, nothing was worked out and the producers decided to kill off the character.

For those who think I am making up Sara’s demise, below is a screenshot of what Lincoln Burrows saw at the end of episode 3 and in a flashback in episode 4 when he opened that bloodied box.

With that said, the subplot between Michael and Sara along with Sara’s quest for revenge against the Company are effectively over. Episode 5 largely involved Michael, Mahone and Whistler finalising plans to breakout of Sona until Michael’s carelessness compelled the guards to seal off his escape route and march into prison.

Lincoln and Sofia bond over their common goals and gives time to have Lincoln properly preserve Sara’s severed head and bury it in an undisclosed location in beach on Panama. Also in Sona, Dominic Keating from “Enterprise” and “Heroes” joins the prison as an inmate who knows about Whistler’s past, which implies that Whistler was a Company agent and more than a fisherman.

In 2 weeks, Prison Break will be back with a two-hour episode and it looks like something changes. I am not sure if I really care anymore but I am sure this will be the final season for Prison Break.

My 2 week vacation

I am still Jet lagged from the vacation to Taiwan. It was a 17 hour flight to Taipei from New York and we were delayed for about 5 hours in Anchorage because of the Typhoon on Friday. By the time we had got there, most of the island was wet and humid with cloudy weather for the rest of the week. We stayed around Taipei for the first three days at the Grand Hyatt Taipei Hotel.

Most of the first 3 days of the tour involved eating at popular restaurants in the city that were also popular with Japanese tourists. It was actually surprising to see so many Japanese tourists in Taipei to the point where there was a dedicated staff that can accommodate them. I had heard news reports of Japanese viewing Taiwan as just a cheap tourist destination filled with locals who had an unhealthy sense of Japanophilism, but part of these assumptions were reaffirmed in my vacation.

Most of the tourists were mostly the elderly who had planned to use part of the savings just to travel abroad for some relaxation and were sometimes accompanied by their children or grandchildren. Others were simply young professionals who had saved up money to travel to Taiwan for shopping sprees and friendship in the company of friends. In any event, it didn’t hurt to see some nice Japanese girls on top of the already large numbers of nice local girls in the island.

After settling in the Grand Hyatt, our tour brought us first to Sun Moon Lake and the nearby Guan Yu temple.

During these bus trips to various tourist attractions, I always noticed there were a large number of stray dogs running around the island. Although Taiwan prides itself on being a developed island with modern technology and health care, they really don’t tell people about the large numbers of stray dogs. Originally, during these long and unpleasant bus trips I would take time to count the number of banana trees I spotted on the countryside, which became pointless as they were literally everywhere.

Taiwan’s locals really do have a knack for planting cash crops on every piece of land they find whether it is bananas, lychees, oranges, peanuts, yams or taro. This was when I decided to count the number of stray dogs running around. Apparently, Taiwan’s stray dog problem was a result of Madame Chiang Kai-Shek’s reforms on Taiwan, which partly involved the ban on using dogs for consumption. In response to these new reforms the locals either 1. ate their remaining dogs or 2. set them loose on the island. Because Taiwan is relatively large and filled with edible fruits and vegetables many dogs were able to thrive once they returned to their state of nature.

The next day after staying over in Taoyuan, we went to a hot spring located in Yangmingshan and visited Yehliu before returning to Taipei to attend the government’s Double Ten concert held on the 9th of October. Part of the vacation’s expense was subsidised by the government on Taiwan with the condition we would attend their Double Ten concert held the night before the 10/10 holiday along with direct access to the celebrations.

The Double Ten concert wasn’t that good I am told by other members of the tour group who watched each concert in the past. We were seated on the top tiers alongside the other overseas tour groups who had participated in the government programme, while the hardcore government supporters were seated in the lower levels. The concert was being held in the Taipei Police Academy’s auditorium and there were no references to the Republic of China other than the flag and a small symbol on our ID badges. The rest of the concert was littered with the “UN for Taiwan” ad campaign that failed 3 weeks earlier and slogans saying “Taiwan is Forever”.

One Taiwanese person from our tour group was annoyed that the concert opened up with two Japanese songs from an obscure J-pop group and wondered what statement the government was making especially since his father (who had a bad experience during the Japanese colonial era) was there on a father-son trip with him. I was having an argument with another tour group member on whether those guys were singing in Minnan or Japanese (it was Japanese). The second act was from a singer who decided to speak nothing but Minnan which alienated about half of the overseas groups as many of them are disconnected from the recent developments in the island or could not understand it for various reasons. It would be safe to say that I and a few others fell asleep until someone woke me up saying Annette Lu had come to speak at the concert.

During her speech she was surrounded by a team of about 20 bodyguards with 6 of them in a perimeter around her carrying automatics in their suitcases. In her speech Annette Lu talked about how she delayed a meeting with the Paraguayan President to come speak to overseas and local supporters. Her speech kept talking about the island’s achievements in getting to the UN before claiming that the Republic of China ceased to exist in 1996 when Bill Clinton supported Taiwan during the First Taiwan Straits Crisis. Suddenly, some overseas concert attendees became disgusted with one person screaming obscenities to Annette Lu while another kept shouting “Long Live the Republic of China” in Mandarin.

The more vocal heckler was eventually escorted out of the concert hall with the local media interviewing him, while the second guy (who was from our tour group) kept shouting the ROC slogans before security silenced him. Other overseas members were actually cheering the two guys who were making just enough noise to get covered on the local news channels. After that was over, we noticed that some groups seated on our area were leaving the concert early, which we later followed suit. As we were leaving to the auditorium there were discussions about the protests and the concert itself.

Part of it involved how crappy this year’s performers were compared to the past with the J-Pop group getting the most criticism, but most of it was general disgust among attendees over Annette Lu’s remarks. One person said that the Republic of China is Taiwan and Taiwan is the Republic of China and that Lu’s remarks were done in poor taste on an occasion to celebrate a good thing and to get away from local politics. Another was just disgusted that Lu’s remarks were creating needless divisions in the tour group while others were just wondering what was the point of coming to a Double Ten concert that doesn’t celebrate the ROC. While it is true that our tour group had DPP and KMT followers, many of them were moderates and generally disgusted with the sequence of events in that concert itself.

By the time we got to the hotel, nearly everyone on our bus except for a PRC national with a US passport decided not to attend the Double Ten celebrations on-site. There was already uncertainty as the tour guide wanted us to get back on the bus at 11:30 for our bus ride to Hualien and that we needed to get our own transportation to get back to the hotel from the Presidential Building. The absurdity of the Double Ten concert made it clear that the Double Ten celebrations were not worth attending.

The next day we watched the Double Ten celebrations from the hotel room. Across the street we can see from our windows that Ma Yingjiu was holding a counter Double Ten celebration near the Taipei City Hall while much of the news was focused on Shi Mingde’s attempts to gain access to the official Double Ten celebrations. The official highlights for the military parade involve showing off some new cruise missiles, which I am told are just modified navy destroyer missiles, and their new batch of American F-16s. This official parade was overshadowed by Shi surprising Chen Shuibian with his presence and later with snipers being trigger happy with speculation they were ordered to aim at Shi Mingde himself.

With that out of the way, we took the long road trip to Hualien. The road trip involved traveling around tough mountain passes with narrow roads and sharp turns. There were times when I thought I was going to vomit. By the time we got to Hualien it was dark and raining to see a commercialised tribal dance by the indigenous Ami people. I say that the dance was commercialised because the Ami village and its surrounding area where the tribe once lived has been converted into a marble factory with a dedicated auditorium for part-timers to perform Ami dances for tourists. Plus I find it questionable that all Ami dances would last for around 2 hours, the announcer was intentionally speaking bad Mandarin like a stereotypical Aborigine while the rest of the performers were fluent and most of the performers don’t look like they are from the same indigenous groups.

It also didn’t help that at the end of the performance the head of the group and the performers themselves were aggressively getting the audience to buy the souvenirs. The tour guide later pointed out that all performances were arranged by reservation and they only catered to large groups such as a tour group or related organisations. Not surprisingly, our souvenirs were given in bags from the same marble factory we visited the next day, which was staffed by indigenous peoples. After the factory tour, we visited the Hualien Science Museum, which was campy as hell. They had one science exhibit showing Pandas, dancing robots, and Ufos, an Eskimo exhibit which involved walking into a refrigerated room with igloos, and a dinosaur exhibit that featured Godzilla.

Then, it was long bus ride off to Kaohsiung. Again while on the road trip, it seems like most of the countryside is stuck in a time warp where it resembled Japan’s countryside in the 1970s with it’s squat toilets, decaying infrastructure obsolete technology, and stray dogs running about. It seemed like most of the places we visited were heavily commercialised with local shop vendors able to hawk goods in Japanese, Cantonese, Minnan, Mandarin but not in English, which reflects their regular tourist traffic. They also offered to accept the Chinese Yuan, the US Dollar and the HK Dollar for sales.

The stray dogs were becoming a problem although I did feed a fuzzy stray puppy I saw at a rest area. The hotels I stayed in Taoyuan, Hualien, Taichung, and Kaohsiung were all modeled on Japanese hotels in that the guest had to stick their hotel keychains into a slot near the entrance to turn on power for the entire room or else the rooms will only get lit for 30 seconds at a time. Plus each room was equipped with a doorbell so visitors can ring in. Only the Grand Hyatt at Taipei had a modern hotel that used keycards for entry and did not require slotting in keychains to activate the lights.

At Kaohsiung we visited the Fuguangshan temple, the largest Buddhist temple in Taiwan, before heading to Alishan in Chiayi. Our trip later finished with a stop at the Taipei Grand Hotel, and a brief visit to the National Palace Museum, which was populated by Chinese, Korean and Japanese tourists. The Korean tourists were mostly interested in pre-Han dynasty artifacts with the guide giving a Koreanised version of history to fit these relics, while the Japanese tourists were mostly focused on everything since they were genuinely interested in the culture. I found it cute that some of the Japanese girls in those groups were trying to read the Japanese out of the Chinese descriptions for the various exhibits because they don’t know English as Chinese and English are the two working languages for most of the exhibits. I bought a souvenir book from the museum.

And that is the end of the first half of my vacation. The second week involved spending time with relatives and staying in my relatives’ apartment. The second week started off with a visit with relatives to Taipei 101 with a worthwhile experience getting a lift from the world’s fastest elevator, which actually put pressure on my ears as it went up and down the observation floor. While on top of 101, I noticed that there really isn’t much to photograph in Taipei since with the exception of City Hall, and Sun Yat-sen’s memorial, the area surrounding 101 was mostly obscure low-rise buildings.

After 101, we took a visit to the Taiwan Storyland which was a recreation of 1965 Taiwan to cater to the nostalgic and the youth. Most of the people there were children with their grandparents, kids who wanted to go for fun, couples, and amateur photographers.

The next day, it was a bus ride to meet with my dad’s friends at Keelung for a day around the Jioufen Old Street and the local night market for some local cuisine and souvenirs before heading back by bus to Taipei. The day after Keelung, was a visit to the KMT headquarters and a visit to a relative’s office before a night of karaoke and hot springs in New Beitou.

Then, it was a 2 day trip to the South (Tainan, Kaohsiung) on the new Taiwan High-Speed rail to visit relatives before heading back to meet up with Dave from Rutgers. Sadly, the vacation ended with a trip back to America.

There were gifts purchased for friends and colleagues at work. Some gifts were a Taiwan Bullet Train t-shirt, a comic t-shirt, and an unlocked LG Shine.

Prison Break Season 3, Episode 4

They killed off Sara Tancredi and it turns out it was her severed head on the box from episode 3. I am not sure if I want to watch the show anymore. Will make a decision this coming Monday.

Japanophile/Wapanese = Wapanophile

I am sure many people on this earth have met such individuals illustrated in the above video clip. The acting is quite horrendous but the message is clear.

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‘Paris Cannibal’ Sagawa still hungers for attention

‘Paris Cannibal’ Sagawa still hungers for attention

“I invited her to join me for some Japanese food. But Japanese restaurants [in Paris] were expensive, so I said I’d prepare sukiyaki at home. No one else came along, and usually a girl would be on her guard to be alone with a man at his place, but Renee was completely at ease.

“The sukiyaki got burnt and stuck to the pot, and while she stood at the sink washing it, I got this feeling while looking at her from behind — I don’t know why — that she looked like a whore, and I was overcome with this compulsion to eat her.”

So he did. With a completely detached mien, as if he were talking about another person, Issei Sagawa conveys to writer-photographer Noboru Hashimoto in Jitsuwa Knuckles (October) the details of the 1981 crime that got him enshrined in the Hall of Gustatory Infamy along with Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

His victim was 25-year-old Renee Hartevelt, a literature student from the Netherlands of Jewish background, who was, like Sagawa, enrolled at the Sorbonne. The murder weapon was a small-caliber rifle fired at the back of her head from close range. After having sex with her corpse, he then carved up portions of her body and ate them. He described the taste of the raw flesh as resembling “tuna sashimi.” Other parts were stored in the refrigerator and cooked after garnishing with salt and pepper. And sorry, but any further descriptions of this creepy cook’s macabre meal will have to be entrusted to another translator, folks. In fact, I’m shutting down until the urge to regurgitate subsides.

[Okay, I'm back.]

By his own account, Sagawa loaded the unconsumed remains of Hartevelt’s corpse into two suitcases and transported them into a park. While discarding the evidence of his grisly crime in the shrubbery, he was spotted by an amorous couple, who informed the police, describing the perpetrator an Asian, standing 160cm tall and almost emaciated in appearance (Sagawa weighed just 35 kilograms at the time.) He was tracked down and arrested soon thereafter.

Found not guilty by reason of insanity, he was confined to a mental hospital but expelled from France and allowed to return to Japan after a year.

While members of the public reacted to Sagawa’s antics with a kind of morbid curiosity, the reaction by some of those who encountered him personally was more visceral. They found him not only dislikable, but loathsome to the extreme.

To get out of the job, one cameraman ordered by a weekly photo magazine to cover Sagawa was even said to have feigned alcoholism and hospitalized.

More than 10 books were published about him. One was an autobiographical, self-illustrated account of his crime. Another was a compendium of letters between the hospitalized Sagawa and a famous dramatist that was awarded the prestigious Akutagawa literary prize. This, Hashimoto writes, helped to solidify Sagawa’s identity as an eater of human flesh, while at the same time encouraging him to engage in buffoonery.

And engage he did. After his discharge from a Tokyo hospital, Sagawa subsequently worked at earning a well-deserved reputation as Japan’s “celebrity cannibal,” with an appearance in an adult video, as a guest on TV talk shows and in the print media.

“His sole claim to fame,” Hashimoto tells Jitsuwa Knuckles readers, “was one that no one else could make: that he had eaten another human being.”

Sagawa currently lives on an inheritance from his father and his writings. Most Japanese media avoid him now, but he still earns stipends from foreign camera crews that come to Japan to request him to appear in tabloid-style documentaries.

A photo in Jitsuwa Knuckles shows the bespectacled Sagawa standing outside a store window, admiring the legs of a female mannequin.

“When I see a beautiful girl while riding the train, I feel like eating her,” he confesses.

There’s no explaining the madness — the cowardice and desires — that drove him to cannibalism. His twisted sexual urges toward women. It is here, Hashimoto writes, where Issei Sagawa’s sole existence is to be found. (By Masuo Kamiyama, contributing writer)

(Mainichi Japan) October 2, 2007

America has OJ Simpson and Japan has Issei Sagawa.  Both men committed crimes and got away with it from incompetent justice systems.  Now they bask in their fame as twisted criminals who have found greater success through their crimes.