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Thursday, 18 August 2016

Donate your body to science to save funeral costs.

We all want scientific progress.

Governments want it. They think that scientific progress means more innovation, more invention, and more businesses mushrooming. They think that it means more jobs. In their mind, science creates jobs. So they want science.

Teachers and educators want it. They think that the bright young children who dream about stars and space and atoms and chemical reactions will make the world new again. 

Parents want it. They want their children to study hard, to get good grades, and study science. Then when their children become chemists and physicists and earn big dollars, they will be safe. It's the gift that keeps on giving.

And sometimes, children want it too. They like science fiction. They like science.

I'm not sure if you agree, but for me, a medical degree is a science degree. A doctor can heal me, and take away my ills. If it's not science, it's magic.

It's science. I think.

Whether you think it's possible, or impossible, you're right.

And science needs your body.

Medical studies need bodies, so that medical students can practice cutting into corpses and sewing them up again. There's no fun in dissecting rubber dummies, and parents want their children to experience a more "realistic" education. 

I can hear you think: cutting up a corpse on an operating table seems more realistic? Than what? Cutting up a live patient on an operating table?

It's just that medic students need cadavers more than the rest of us. To make my point:

Did you think that hairdressing students would appreciate styling the hair of corpses?

Did you think that cosmetic students would want to try putting make-up on corpses?

Did you think that art students would want to paint still life based on corpses?

There. I've proved that medical students are about the only students who have some use for corpses. The corpses are already dead, so medical students are perfectly free to cut up corpses.

We should encourage them to experiment with different surgical styles on these cadavers. By the time they actually do surgery on a live patient, they'd have had a lot of experience with the dead.

A serious problem that medical schools face, as one article I read put it, is that there aren't enough cadavers (sorry, I used the word "corpse" earlier) for medical students to practice on.

So why donate your body?

Because it's expensive to have a funeral. GBP or USD, it costs a few thousand. In Malaysia, it could be more than RM10,000. Think of the peanuts and the coffee that you'll need to have. Think of the tables and the tents you need to put up.

Because you want to contribute to science. Your organs will be studied by scientists. Dissected. Photographed. Maybe kept in a jar of formaldehyde. Some aspiring artist like Leonardo Da Vinci might make sketches. (Not likely.)

And because you will help to train the next generation of doctors. This is how the dead save the living. By giving the young doctors a chance to hone their skills. Because the dead can't get any more dead than dead.

Just don't be yourself. Try it for a day. See what happens.

But it's mainly to save costs.

If you see the news archives, people are doing it in the US. They're doing it in the UK as well. Donating their bodies to science. Saving a ton of cash on funeral expenses. 

They might be people who are too poor to afford the funeral costs.

They can't even afford a cremation, what more a proper burial plot.

And then there are "bereavement" services. They set up tables and tents while you have a funeral wake at home. After a few days they escort your body for the burial.

Cremation, burials, and bereavement all incur costs.

It costs you nothing when a van comes from the university and picks up your corpse.

How about donating your body to science?

I don't think anybody would turn you into a modern day Frankenstein.

But if it happens, that would be kinda cool, too.

Thanks for reading.

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Monday, 15 August 2016

Be Sure of What You're Buying Online!

The Rich and Lonely Chinese Man

He checked his watch. He had been informed by an Australian escort agency to be at the hotel. At the appointed hour, he made his appearance. 

He stood in the hotel lobby. He was wearing his best suit. A tuxedo. He thought about the room he had booked. He thought about the dinner he had booked.

He was waiting for a lady to come. He was expecting a beautiful lady, a celebrity.

He waited and waited, but she never came.

"A fool and his money are soon parted." Remember that, kid. Check the goods before you fork out the cash.

Thursday, 11 August 2016

So what if you go bankrupt?

My client was a bankrupt and a successful businessman.

Maybe I should rephrase that: He was a successful businessman, despite being a bankrupt. He ran exhibitions, and he had big, big shows. 

I met him up at a Starbucks. He bought me a frappucino. He handed me his file and said that he wanted to get out of bankruptcy ASAP. 

Lawyers always get to be the butt of jokes. Do you prefer to laugh with them or laugh at them?

Sunday, 7 August 2016

We Cannot Be Happy 24/7

Some people want to be happy all the time.

And that's impossible. It's like trying to be excited all the time: You just can't sustain it. And try to be scared all the time: You'll find that you get less scared after some time. If you've never heard of the word "homeostasis", you need to learn it today.

Learn to be happy with the simple things in life. You'll be happier when you have reasonable expectations of what being happy means. If you think being happy means having a beatific smile on your face at all hours of the day, you must come from some strange deluded planet. Of course you will smile, but just not like the Cheshire Cat.

Monday, 11 July 2016

You Don't Have To Be A Gigolo To Make Ends Meet

Gigolo is a painting by Lawrence Supino. Image from Fine Art America

It happened on a Sunday...

It was at 2.45a.m. on 3rd July, 2016, when 37 year old Choo, a would-be gigolo, knocked on the door of a hotel room in Kuala Lumpur. His agent had set the whole thing up, and it was his first client.

"She's about 35, a bank manager. Don't worry, it'll be easy." 

He knocked, thinking that she had fallen asleep. There was no response.

He knocked again, a little harder. Still no response.

"Hello!" he called. "Special delivery!" 

Still no response. Choo was a handyman by profession. He's decided to become a gigolo to make ends meet. He had needed the money to please his girlfriend after a lovers' tiff. And so, he was introduced to an agent for "male escorts" by his friends.

He Paid RM2,500 to his Agent

First, the agent told him that being a gigolo would be financially rewarding. "You can make RM3,000 in three hours! Better than working in your job. It's easy money with your good looks and tough body.... I guess you got that from your handyman job."

Choo must have blushed. "I just happen to know how to use a screwdriver."

Then came the catch. The agent cleared his throat. "Ahem! Of course, I will help you. But you must help me first! You have to pay me my professional fees."

How much was it? "RM1,000 as processing fee and RM1,500 for finder's fee. You know the drill, deposit it into my bank account. WhatsApp the receipt to me."

They shook hands. Choo felt good about his agent.

But there was something wrong about this hotel room.

Choo panicked. Perhaps he had gotten the wrong room number. He checked the WhatApp messages from his agent. 

Blink, blink. He looked up from the mobile phone screen.

It was the right number.

And so he called his agent.

Blocked. He couldn't even get through to a ringing tone.

There was a feeling that his stomach was falling inward as he reeled. The thought that he might have been cheated crossed his mind. He felt faint.

He lost his girlfriend, too.

A day or two after the incident, his girlfriend decided to kiss and make up. Perhaps they could go overseas for a romantic trip for two.

He had to tell her that he had lost his money to the "agent". Not much, only RM2,500....

She was angry, not because he lost money, but because he wanted to be a gigolo! Now, she doesn't even pick up his calls.

"It's only when you have lost everything that you are free to do anything." A motivational message that I would offer to Choo.

What He Should Have Done Instead

Being a gigolo isn't necessary. Besides, Choo the handyman is about 37 years old. He'd have a better chance of success trying to be Bob the Builder. He'd have to learn Bob's song, first: "We can fix it, yes we can!"

Jokes aside, here are a few things he could have done. (I would consider doing the same, if I could.)
  1. Be a Uber driver. Drive foreigners around, get paid.
  2. Run a class for home repairs. Get the thirty somethings to come, those who are married will have home repairs to do, and they'll want to save money. 
  3. Help out another handyman and share the profits.
  4. Be an online concierge, like a GoGet or HonestBee. Do things for people and get paid.
  5. Team up with his mother or sister to make some delicious cookies and sell them by the jar during Hari Raya (Eid).
  6. Start a website to advertise his services. Get more jobs. Get more profits. If he has too many jobs, he can start getting other handymen to join his website. Charge a fee. Make money.

About his girlfriend giving him the cold shoulder

He shouldn't have told his girlfriend. But who knows, this might be a good thing for him. If his girlfriend storms off, he'll know what she's made of. She's definitely not the forgiving type. She's also the materialistic type.

But... if she stays, that might be a bad thing. Will she insist that he continue being a gigolo so that she can have an easy life? Does it mean that she accepts his new calling as a gigolo?

Mind boggling!


This post was based on a true story. Read the link at the bottom of this page.



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