Monday, December 4
Heartbreaker
Sometimes all you need to do, and all that you can do, is to cry your heart out and hope that it won't take more than a single big fluffy pillow to finish the job.
Saturday, December 2
Oh how you mock me.
Some time ago Slur asked me to go try this Japanese restaurant called Tao because, well, she knows how crazy I'm bout all things Japo and also because that shop is really nice. I must say I totally a hundred percent agree with her on the GOOD FOOD part. It's so nice it's almost a sin not to eat it man. For reservations or more information, please call 04-6587826. I feel like I'm doing free adverts for it here...=.= Oh, by the way, the shop is at the E-Gate area.
Anyway, there's this TB girl there that Slur says looks like me but I digress. Just cause she's a TB *mumble mumble*... Anyway, I must admit she looks pretty good though. The decent likable type of person. I mean judging from looks lah but I know I know, don't judge a book by its cover.
But that isn't the main point too. The main point is me feeling like a saturated balloon stretched to its limit here and even the slightest of breeze might burst the layer of tissue stretched upon my abdomen. I'm so full it actually hurts. I wanna sleep but lying down will probably cancel the effects of gravity on the food in me and it'll start flowing out of my mouth. My stomach is stretched so thin it's actually agonizing to move around.
And while I was eating, I felt the food taunting me as if I have been defeated. As I lay there with my bloated stomach, I saw the plates eyeing me up and down like I'm a fallen soldier who have just betrayed her country. I felt a tide of shame bash upon my weak spirit as I watched the beautiful tea cups staring at me with that "Hah~! Is that all you've got?!" look and felt the rage burn inside me as the plates said "Are you giving up already?! I can still go on the whole night carrying food around and you're telling me that's all you've got?!"
This is the first time I've felt good, unlimited food is a type of torture.
Anyway, there's this TB girl there that Slur says looks like me but I digress. Just cause she's a TB *mumble mumble*... Anyway, I must admit she looks pretty good though. The decent likable type of person. I mean judging from looks lah but I know I know, don't judge a book by its cover.
But that isn't the main point too. The main point is me feeling like a saturated balloon stretched to its limit here and even the slightest of breeze might burst the layer of tissue stretched upon my abdomen. I'm so full it actually hurts. I wanna sleep but lying down will probably cancel the effects of gravity on the food in me and it'll start flowing out of my mouth. My stomach is stretched so thin it's actually agonizing to move around.
And while I was eating, I felt the food taunting me as if I have been defeated. As I lay there with my bloated stomach, I saw the plates eyeing me up and down like I'm a fallen soldier who have just betrayed her country. I felt a tide of shame bash upon my weak spirit as I watched the beautiful tea cups staring at me with that "Hah~! Is that all you've got?!" look and felt the rage burn inside me as the plates said "Are you giving up already?! I can still go on the whole night carrying food around and you're telling me that's all you've got?!"
This is the first time I've felt good, unlimited food is a type of torture.
Tuesday, November 28
Politically Correct Terms
Out with the old, in with the new. If we're going to be so "civilised" that we start calling sexual offenders "guys who were wrongly seduced by suggestive behaviours and fashion sense of the female victims", we might as well start renaming the whole world to make it sound more Alice in Wonderland-ish.
For starters, the terms "big boned" and "heavy-set frame" is soooo cliche~. Instead, I suggest we use more sweet and delicate, albeit longer terms like "individual with a higher body mass than what society perceives as average" or maybe "individual with an excess amount of cells / adipose tissue". In fact, I'll give a pass to "personnel with an unmentionable body mass profile".
You see, the whole thing about being politically correct is to spin a million rounds and beat about the bushes as much as possible on an issue which you can actually settle with a single word, like in the case above by simply saying "fat", would become much much longer, complicated and harder to understand.
I also suggest in order to not offend Mother Nature, we shall stop calling this planet we live on as "Earth" because lets face it, there's more water visible on the surface than earth / soil / humus. Maybe we should rename it as "Warth", a combination of water and earth. Or we can just stick to the age-old saying of "3rd rock from the sun" although technically this isn't really a rock. More like a "third large entity from the sun that is classified as a planet in the Milky Way" or "the largest solid body in the Solar System".
And I believe we should revise the usage of the word "chicken" cause lately, it seems to be synonymous to cowardly. So we either stop calling "individuals with a lower bravery level" "chickens" or we stop calling chickens "chickens".
And in my mind, "chicken" somehow reminds me of SARS or am I just being discriminatory?
For starters, the terms "big boned" and "heavy-set frame" is soooo cliche~. Instead, I suggest we use more sweet and delicate, albeit longer terms like "individual with a higher body mass than what society perceives as average" or maybe "individual with an excess amount of cells / adipose tissue". In fact, I'll give a pass to "personnel with an unmentionable body mass profile".
You see, the whole thing about being politically correct is to spin a million rounds and beat about the bushes as much as possible on an issue which you can actually settle with a single word, like in the case above by simply saying "fat", would become much much longer, complicated and harder to understand.
I also suggest in order to not offend Mother Nature, we shall stop calling this planet we live on as "Earth" because lets face it, there's more water visible on the surface than earth / soil / humus. Maybe we should rename it as "Warth", a combination of water and earth. Or we can just stick to the age-old saying of "3rd rock from the sun" although technically this isn't really a rock. More like a "third large entity from the sun that is classified as a planet in the Milky Way" or "the largest solid body in the Solar System".
And I believe we should revise the usage of the word "chicken" cause lately, it seems to be synonymous to cowardly. So we either stop calling "individuals with a lower bravery level" "chickens" or we stop calling chickens "chickens".
And in my mind, "chicken" somehow reminds me of SARS or am I just being discriminatory?
Stupidity. Such Fond Memories *blush*
DJ HanZ (a new name for him! ^.^) told me he's having his driving theory test tomorrow and suddenly I was flooded with happy memories of how things were back in my time.
I remember at the time I was about to take the "undang" test, one of the guys {he's going to France on a scholarship now (=^_^=)V *good luck*}in my class told me a few people had to retake that test because they failed it and before the worlds "tactful" and "humility" had a chance to invade my puny brain, I blurted out "Hah?! That's so dumb. Anybody can pass that without even trying!"
You can just imagine how big my ego was (and still is). As a result, my friends made me swear I won't study or attempt any of the questions supplied by the JPJ eventhough I've already wasted money on buying that questionaire CD. Like I said, anybody can pass it without even trying, right? .....Right??
Well, just barely...(=_=) I was one answer away from failing that test!! I ended up with a really really borderline pass and was sooooooo thankful I didn't have to embarrass myself and retake it.
But of course, shortly after remeniscing about it, I realized how stupid it was to put my pride and money on the line just to defend my overly humongous ego.
Then I went on to think about other happy times and came to a conclusion: all those moments were a result of our (or my) stupidity, foolishness, boredom and ADHD syndrome.
Like the time my friends and I got fed up with class and went to play basketball. The only problem there? Well, it was 12 o' clock, our classes were still ongoing, we were playing in our school compound and worse still, most of us were wearing our blue pinafores! It was so stupid! Who would run around under the afternoon sun wearing skirts?! And of course, because we were on school compound, a teacher happened to drive pass the courts and was thaaaaat close to catching us. Luckily someone spotted him first so we hid behind trees / under benches.
And let's not forget the extremely memorable new year's day we wasted..... sleeping / sitting / dozing off in front of Gurney Plaza. On the 31st of December, my friends came over to my house for a BBQ party and afterwards, we went to another friend's apartment that was facing Penang so we can get a good view of the fireworks. After everything was done, we were too fired up to go home so we ended up playing Uno Stack-up the whole night and in the morning, we went for dim sum and later some "genius" suggested we go to Gurney. Smart idea.. really smart considering it was barely 8 a.m. But of course, having been deprived of sleep the whole night, none of our incompetent brains noticed this slight technical problem and there we were, standing at the entrance of Gurney, staring at its closed doors and the corridors littered with garbage from last night's party.
Ack! And that time we went for a hotel stay at Batu Ferringhi and realized we actually have nothing to do there so another genius suggested we build sand castles. Of course, with our extremely creative minds and miracle hands *roll eyes*, we ended up competing who can make the biggest pile of sand. OK, maybe that was only for my team cause the other team actually did a pretty decent job. But anyway, you know, piling sand is a kinda hard job that needed a lot of my talent and skills.....
Aha! Then there was this other time when I was still young and innocent and was easily led astray by stupid companions. We decided to be true "rebels without a cause" one day and a gang of us wore flip-flops to school! Of course, as expected we got a stern lecturing and as punishment, the discipline teacher confisticated our footwear for the day and yup, we were all bare-footed. Like that wasn't embarrassing enough, another idiot suggested we show defiance by parading around school in such a manner so there we were, finding strength in number and walking every except the toilets with our naked toes. In the end one of my friends got pissed off at my foolishness so she went to get my sandals back.... *hehe*
Get what I mean? None of those incidents had even a tad bit of intelligence involved and yet, those were the good old days. Ah~ stupidity, ain't it beautiful?
I remember at the time I was about to take the "undang" test, one of the guys {he's going to France on a scholarship now (=^_^=)V *good luck*}in my class told me a few people had to retake that test because they failed it and before the worlds "tactful" and "humility" had a chance to invade my puny brain, I blurted out "Hah?! That's so dumb. Anybody can pass that without even trying!"
You can just imagine how big my ego was (and still is). As a result, my friends made me swear I won't study or attempt any of the questions supplied by the JPJ eventhough I've already wasted money on buying that questionaire CD. Like I said, anybody can pass it without even trying, right? .....Right??
Well, just barely...(=_=) I was one answer away from failing that test!! I ended up with a really really borderline pass and was sooooooo thankful I didn't have to embarrass myself and retake it.
But of course, shortly after remeniscing about it, I realized how stupid it was to put my pride and money on the line just to defend my overly humongous ego.
Then I went on to think about other happy times and came to a conclusion: all those moments were a result of our (or my) stupidity, foolishness, boredom and ADHD syndrome.
Like the time my friends and I got fed up with class and went to play basketball. The only problem there? Well, it was 12 o' clock, our classes were still ongoing, we were playing in our school compound and worse still, most of us were wearing our blue pinafores! It was so stupid! Who would run around under the afternoon sun wearing skirts?! And of course, because we were on school compound, a teacher happened to drive pass the courts and was thaaaaat close to catching us. Luckily someone spotted him first so we hid behind trees / under benches.
And let's not forget the extremely memorable new year's day we wasted..... sleeping / sitting / dozing off in front of Gurney Plaza. On the 31st of December, my friends came over to my house for a BBQ party and afterwards, we went to another friend's apartment that was facing Penang so we can get a good view of the fireworks. After everything was done, we were too fired up to go home so we ended up playing Uno Stack-up the whole night and in the morning, we went for dim sum and later some "genius" suggested we go to Gurney. Smart idea.. really smart considering it was barely 8 a.m. But of course, having been deprived of sleep the whole night, none of our incompetent brains noticed this slight technical problem and there we were, standing at the entrance of Gurney, staring at its closed doors and the corridors littered with garbage from last night's party.
Ack! And that time we went for a hotel stay at Batu Ferringhi and realized we actually have nothing to do there so another genius suggested we build sand castles. Of course, with our extremely creative minds and miracle hands *roll eyes*, we ended up competing who can make the biggest pile of sand. OK, maybe that was only for my team cause the other team actually did a pretty decent job. But anyway, you know, piling sand is a kinda hard job that needed a lot of my talent and skills.....
Aha! Then there was this other time when I was still young and innocent and was easily led astray by stupid companions. We decided to be true "rebels without a cause" one day and a gang of us wore flip-flops to school! Of course, as expected we got a stern lecturing and as punishment, the discipline teacher confisticated our footwear for the day and yup, we were all bare-footed. Like that wasn't embarrassing enough, another idiot suggested we show defiance by parading around school in such a manner so there we were, finding strength in number and walking every except the toilets with our naked toes. In the end one of my friends got pissed off at my foolishness so she went to get my sandals back.... *hehe*
Get what I mean? None of those incidents had even a tad bit of intelligence involved and yet, those were the good old days. Ah~ stupidity, ain't it beautiful?
Friday, November 24
The Cliff, The Edge, The Fall
I have a feeling that people are always somehow, in some sense, thinking about the opposite. It doesn't really matter what the opposite is, but we're constantly being plagued by or in some cases, longing for what lies on the other side. It's something like "the grass is always greener on the other side" but at the same time, it's a little different too. It's pretty hard to put into words for others to understand especially cause most of you don't think or look at things as freely or carelessly as I do.
For example, why do we always mourn those who've passed away instead of cherishing the other 6 billion still living in the same dimension as us? Why are most of us afraid of the darkness robbing away our laughters when we're probably living the happiest moments of ours lives?
The saying goes that you never appreciate what you have until it's gone. And it is true. We weep in front of stones and mud for those who won't ever hear our sorrow. We curse the lost of a match well-played only after the buzzer goes off and there's nothing else you can do. We only truly understand what poverty is after we taste the good life, be it through TV or by a sheer stroke of luck.
The saddest part of all this is the cliff. I see this journey like a walk through the vast and magnificient landscape of earth. On average, we walk through plains and flat land for a bigger part of our lives, occasionally there might be a jungle so thick you won't be able to see 3 steps ahead, or you might pass by the ocean and feel the soft white sand under your gentle toes. And then there is the cliff, the point of no return, the place where the lesson of appreciation is forced into your head at the speed of light regardless of what resistance you put up.
Once you fall, getting back up is close to impossible. After you reach rock bottom, you can either stand there and do nothing else but wonder what things are like up there or you can choose to find a new path from down under. It might not be as grand as what you saw back up on the cliff but maybe one day, you might stumble on a way that will lead you somewhere even higher, right? If you're lucky, an angel might just come along and pick you up too.
But the best choice is of course to reach the edge yet never fall off. On the verge of a plummeting into the great abyss but that next step into nothingness never comes. It is at those moments that you truly learn to appreciate what you have and still have the chance to use your newfound wisdom. Take a step to the edge of the cliff. If possible, bring binoculars and strap on a safety rope to be secure. Take a look at what it has to offer and wake up on the right side of the bed before it's too late.
I guess that's pretty much what i wanted to say. We all lose friends and possesions along our journey in life but it doesn't mean it has to be the end. It's not over until the fat lady sings so even if you lose sight of him, her or it, never lose sight of the feelings you harbour because that's the only thing that will lead you home. Cling onto the cliff and pull yourself back up, find a new path and make it to the top, give yourself wings and soar through the sky. It doesn't matter what method you choose as long as you don't lose sight of those feelings that allowed you to survive the fall.
For example, why do we always mourn those who've passed away instead of cherishing the other 6 billion still living in the same dimension as us? Why are most of us afraid of the darkness robbing away our laughters when we're probably living the happiest moments of ours lives?
The saying goes that you never appreciate what you have until it's gone. And it is true. We weep in front of stones and mud for those who won't ever hear our sorrow. We curse the lost of a match well-played only after the buzzer goes off and there's nothing else you can do. We only truly understand what poverty is after we taste the good life, be it through TV or by a sheer stroke of luck.
The saddest part of all this is the cliff. I see this journey like a walk through the vast and magnificient landscape of earth. On average, we walk through plains and flat land for a bigger part of our lives, occasionally there might be a jungle so thick you won't be able to see 3 steps ahead, or you might pass by the ocean and feel the soft white sand under your gentle toes. And then there is the cliff, the point of no return, the place where the lesson of appreciation is forced into your head at the speed of light regardless of what resistance you put up.
Once you fall, getting back up is close to impossible. After you reach rock bottom, you can either stand there and do nothing else but wonder what things are like up there or you can choose to find a new path from down under. It might not be as grand as what you saw back up on the cliff but maybe one day, you might stumble on a way that will lead you somewhere even higher, right? If you're lucky, an angel might just come along and pick you up too.
But the best choice is of course to reach the edge yet never fall off. On the verge of a plummeting into the great abyss but that next step into nothingness never comes. It is at those moments that you truly learn to appreciate what you have and still have the chance to use your newfound wisdom. Take a step to the edge of the cliff. If possible, bring binoculars and strap on a safety rope to be secure. Take a look at what it has to offer and wake up on the right side of the bed before it's too late.
I guess that's pretty much what i wanted to say. We all lose friends and possesions along our journey in life but it doesn't mean it has to be the end. It's not over until the fat lady sings so even if you lose sight of him, her or it, never lose sight of the feelings you harbour because that's the only thing that will lead you home. Cling onto the cliff and pull yourself back up, find a new path and make it to the top, give yourself wings and soar through the sky. It doesn't matter what method you choose as long as you don't lose sight of those feelings that allowed you to survive the fall.
Thursday, November 2
The Prettiest Girl in the Whole Wide World
I don't know if there's any saying in English but in Chinese there's a proverb that goes "bad things don't come alone". Maybe it can be translated as "misery loves company" although some meaning does seem to be lost in translation.
OK, in today's case, both proverbs will do. Around noon, I received a message from Slurrie saying she aint well and stuff bout operation and I guess she's having a really bad tummy ache so yeah, pity her~! I wonder if it's appendicitis? I guess we might find out tomorrow cause there's a plan to go visit her although it's not too sure yet.
AH!! My Slurrie~ haha, I'm actually having fun with this. OK, I WAS having fun with it.... Until karma played its horrible and cruel trick on me.
Later that evening, I passed on going to Penang with my parents and going to watch a basketball match with my friends because I have some pre-arranged appointments, and I did both with a great sense of doubt and a faint touch of regret. I mean, HELLO~ I passed on going to a freaking basketball match!! And to think they won on this match that I missed but no~ *rolls eyes* they just HAD TO lose the last one I decided to attend. *toooooooooooooot*
But, an appointment is an appointment so at about 8pm, I left the house with the house keys in one hand and my car keys hanging on another finger. I locked the door of the house which naturally required the use of the key, I walk to the gate and because it was raining I decided to unlock the doors of my car before I made the ultimate dash to it and in doing so somehow shifted the way things were arranged in my hand. By the time I reach the car, I realized that the house key was no longer in its former position and it was no where to be found on any finger either.
Of course, being me, I just dismissed it as a minor issue and got into the car before I started rummaging my bag in search of it but alas, it was to no avail. So I got out of the car (this time I was getting pretty pissed cause I'm already late) and went back to the door to see if I left it hanging there and just as I thought, I wasn't that blur. I traced my steps back to the car and I couldn't find it either so I gave up and thought there probably won't be any other person as pathetic as me to be looking for a tiny bunch of keys at night in the pouring rain so I just got into the car and drove off.
Halfway on my way there, I was informed that the freaking thing was off so I just wasted my time getting ready AND missing out on the match. Of course, at that point I was a lot more worried about the missing key because I was stuck with no proper way into the house until around 10.30pm (which is when my parents get back from Penang) unless I find them.
A word of advice to my dear readers, do not attempt to look for something that is half the size of your palm in the pouring rain at night out on the road. Just my luck by the way, the street lights weren't working at that time.
By 9, I was soaked, feeling miserable and stupid for losing the keys on my way from the house to the car (which is really really pretty stupid) so I decided to go for a ride around the housing area. That lasted about 2 minutes and didn't help me in any way either.....
So there I was, stuck, locked out of my own house BY MYSELF at night with a small bottle of water, my wallet, phone and car keys plus no friends to turn to as they've all went to the match. And I was feeling really really hungry too. Of course I could have just gone and bought some food seeing that I had money and transport as well but I felt that I would somehow feel like a bigger loser if I went out to dine alone.
Laugh all you want. I locked myself out there for over 2 hours. TWO MOFO HOURS!!! Can you imagine that?! Sitting out there in the dark, dejected with nothing but the sound of rain drops to accompany me?! OK, that was a lie cause PF was actually kind enough to message with me but still....
At around 10pm, I got fed up and was heading to the car to treat myself to a piece of cake when I found a few metal wires on the way. Being a very intelligent (translated : learned a lot from movies) and creative (translated : lives in a fantasy world), the thought of picking the lock on my own house instantly occured to me. It's not like I haven't done it before, right?
There's always a downside of watching too much movies and being totally absorbed in it. You some times forget that most of it doesn't come true. Fortunately for me, I have the blood of a true Burmese (in my own translation : useless criminal) flowing in my veins and I broke in in no time at all.
But still, TWO FREAKING HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What is this post about? Absolutely nothing at all. I just felt that after that ordeal, I really needed to put it down in words so I won't ever forget how stupid I can get some times. Oh and of course to announce to any potential well-wishers that Slur is currently ill.
There you have it. My karma for laughing at people's misery. I ended up accompanying her in the same pool (=_="). And the worst irony is that I later found the keys under the car seat. Get it, KARma so the keys got lost in the CAR? Fine~ It's a lame joke.
Oh, and what ice cream is good without a touch of chocolate syrup on top, eh? I somehow lost every single one of my cute and precious emoticons in MSN messenger too for no apparent reason at all. Seriously all gone, "poof" just like that. Vanished.
PS: In case any of you are wondering, the title has nothing to do with this post. I just thought it sounds nice.
OK, in today's case, both proverbs will do. Around noon, I received a message from Slurrie saying she aint well and stuff bout operation and I guess she's having a really bad tummy ache so yeah, pity her~! I wonder if it's appendicitis? I guess we might find out tomorrow cause there's a plan to go visit her although it's not too sure yet.
AH!! My Slurrie~ haha, I'm actually having fun with this. OK, I WAS having fun with it.... Until karma played its horrible and cruel trick on me.
Later that evening, I passed on going to Penang with my parents and going to watch a basketball match with my friends because I have some pre-arranged appointments, and I did both with a great sense of doubt and a faint touch of regret. I mean, HELLO~ I passed on going to a freaking basketball match!! And to think they won on this match that I missed but no~ *rolls eyes* they just HAD TO lose the last one I decided to attend. *toooooooooooooot*
But, an appointment is an appointment so at about 8pm, I left the house with the house keys in one hand and my car keys hanging on another finger. I locked the door of the house which naturally required the use of the key, I walk to the gate and because it was raining I decided to unlock the doors of my car before I made the ultimate dash to it and in doing so somehow shifted the way things were arranged in my hand. By the time I reach the car, I realized that the house key was no longer in its former position and it was no where to be found on any finger either.
Of course, being me, I just dismissed it as a minor issue and got into the car before I started rummaging my bag in search of it but alas, it was to no avail. So I got out of the car (this time I was getting pretty pissed cause I'm already late) and went back to the door to see if I left it hanging there and just as I thought, I wasn't that blur. I traced my steps back to the car and I couldn't find it either so I gave up and thought there probably won't be any other person as pathetic as me to be looking for a tiny bunch of keys at night in the pouring rain so I just got into the car and drove off.
Halfway on my way there, I was informed that the freaking thing was off so I just wasted my time getting ready AND missing out on the match. Of course, at that point I was a lot more worried about the missing key because I was stuck with no proper way into the house until around 10.30pm (which is when my parents get back from Penang) unless I find them.
A word of advice to my dear readers, do not attempt to look for something that is half the size of your palm in the pouring rain at night out on the road. Just my luck by the way, the street lights weren't working at that time.
By 9, I was soaked, feeling miserable and stupid for losing the keys on my way from the house to the car (which is really really pretty stupid) so I decided to go for a ride around the housing area. That lasted about 2 minutes and didn't help me in any way either.....
So there I was, stuck, locked out of my own house BY MYSELF at night with a small bottle of water, my wallet, phone and car keys plus no friends to turn to as they've all went to the match. And I was feeling really really hungry too. Of course I could have just gone and bought some food seeing that I had money and transport as well but I felt that I would somehow feel like a bigger loser if I went out to dine alone.
Laugh all you want. I locked myself out there for over 2 hours. TWO MOFO HOURS!!! Can you imagine that?! Sitting out there in the dark, dejected with nothing but the sound of rain drops to accompany me?! OK, that was a lie cause PF was actually kind enough to message with me but still....
At around 10pm, I got fed up and was heading to the car to treat myself to a piece of cake when I found a few metal wires on the way. Being a very intelligent (translated : learned a lot from movies) and creative (translated : lives in a fantasy world), the thought of picking the lock on my own house instantly occured to me. It's not like I haven't done it before, right?
There's always a downside of watching too much movies and being totally absorbed in it. You some times forget that most of it doesn't come true. Fortunately for me, I have the blood of a true Burmese (in my own translation : useless criminal) flowing in my veins and I broke in in no time at all.
But still, TWO FREAKING HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What is this post about? Absolutely nothing at all. I just felt that after that ordeal, I really needed to put it down in words so I won't ever forget how stupid I can get some times. Oh and of course to announce to any potential well-wishers that Slur is currently ill.
There you have it. My karma for laughing at people's misery. I ended up accompanying her in the same pool (=_="). And the worst irony is that I later found the keys under the car seat. Get it, KARma so the keys got lost in the CAR? Fine~ It's a lame joke.
Oh, and what ice cream is good without a touch of chocolate syrup on top, eh? I somehow lost every single one of my cute and precious emoticons in MSN messenger too for no apparent reason at all. Seriously all gone, "poof" just like that. Vanished.
PS: In case any of you are wondering, the title has nothing to do with this post. I just thought it sounds nice.
Tuesday, October 31
Paranoia : I'm Gonna Die~!
My dad says back in Burma when he was studying medicine, there's a disease called "3rd MB Syndrome" which is what medical students get in they're 3rd year (in Burma, they have a different education system, but in everywhere else it's first year of Medicine). Not everybody gets it but sometimes it happens and it's really ridiculous but the "patient" doesn't realize he / she is suffering from it until later on.
Anyway, in their 3rd year they start learning about all these pains and disease and the signs, symptoms and consequences of it and they start relating it to real life. Take my dad for instance, he said that in his 3rd year alone, he had himself X-rayed, went through an MRI (I think) and subjected himself to a lot more medical check-up as he suffered from the aforementioned syndrome. What is this syndrome exactly?
It's a case where ignorance really becomes a bliss and knowledge proves to bring about paranoia. As they start learning about these diseases, they start thinking to themselves, "Hei, didn't I have these signs and symptoms a while back?" or "Oh my god, my muscles hurt exactly like this book says and I'm having a headache too! Am I suffering from xxx?". Of course most of them will probably just think "Nah~!" and walk away but people like my dad start letting their imaginations run wild and start doing all those weird tests on himself. One time, he even went to his lecturer and complained about all his medical problems and eventhough she assured him with a kind smile that it's really nothing, he went ahead and put himself in a machine to be scanned or something. How embarrassing.
Why am I writing about this? Firstly cause Slur asked me to update my blog and second, cause I'm only in A-Levels and I'm already suffering from this syndrome.
Due to the advancement of technology and the rapid speed at which information is made available to us at the touch of a button (the Switchy ON button on the CPU~), we're able to harvest and analyse precious and countless knowledge without breaking a sweat. Wasai, like I'm writing an essay on the benefits of internet aneh kuan.
Every time I come across some disease or illness, I'll immediately go and look for more info on that particular problem and I always end up with a ton of unnecessary points. Like right now, I'm under the impression that I'm going to die as a result of vitamin B deficiency. Here's the signs and symptoms of that problem:
* mental problems
* heart palpitations
* heart arrythmias
* fibrillation
* indigestion
* chronic fatigue
* chronic exhaustion
* paranoia, vague fears, fear that something dreadful is about to happen
* nervousness
* ADD (attention deficiency), inability to concentrate, irritability
* feeling of uneasiness
* thoughts of dying
* easy agitation, frustration
* inability to sleep (insomnia)
* restlessness
* tingling in hands
* tingling fingers and toes
* rashes
* crying spells, inability to cope
* soreness all over
Everybody knows I have mental problems. I mean it's a common fact.
Indigestion? Check. I just barfed up the entire Malaysia the other day as a result of it.
Paranoia, fear that something dreadful is about to happen? Check as well. That day right before I went to sleep, I had this horrible feeling that tomorrow when I wake up, something is going to explode right in our face. Of course nothing of that sort happened so I can't really label that under premonition.
Nervousness? Yup. I get really really nervous when I'm in the presence of certain people, especially if that person is a friend's parent.
ADD? Haha, I think that should probably be my middle name. The only time I can really concentrate is when I'm playing something interesting like basketball. I can be talking with someone and giving perfectly agreeable replies when my mind is actually wandering the realms of Niyidom.
Thoughts of dying? After reading that article on vitB deficiency, I tink I'm going to die pretty soon. Maybe tomorrow.
Easy agitation. I've been getting that a lot lately and I always feel like slapping someone and poor Farhan is always on the receiving end of my frustration.
Tingling in fingers!!!! Oh my god! I get that all the time and I used to think it's because I'm gonna become Spiderman and suddenly sprout little hairs out of my fingers and I'll start climbing walls!! Haha!
Soreness all over. This is probably the most prominent feature of my body which I always blame on excessive exercise but now I know better! Hah, it's all because I lack vitB! And guess what? Doing exercise will use up your vitB supply. See? More plausible reason behind my current paranoia.
Before this, I've also diagnosed myself to have scoliosis, a deformity of the spine which results in me having back pains all the time. However.... after reading the signs and symptoms of scoliosis, I wish I seriously don't have it.... It said something bout clothes not "hanging right" due to uneven shoulder levels and assymetrical breast in females. (=_=") OK, maybe I have some other spine problem... Let me go dig up some more dirt and get back at you guys on it.
I'm also under the impression that I have a brain tumour which is causing me to have constant migraines and a lot of other neurological problems. While we're still on the subject of brains, I feel that I might be suffering from dementia as well which is severe impairment or loss of intellectual capacity and personality integration.
Loss of intellectual capacity and personality integration! See?!
I've already made a deal with my parents that if I grow up and find out I really do have these problems, I'm going to sue them for a million US dollars each as compensation for neglecting me and my physical and mental well-being. Now all I need is to hire a lawyer and write this down in black and white.
Oh and I've got to hire some bomb expert to come check my house and cars to make sure it really won't blow up....
Anyway, in their 3rd year they start learning about all these pains and disease and the signs, symptoms and consequences of it and they start relating it to real life. Take my dad for instance, he said that in his 3rd year alone, he had himself X-rayed, went through an MRI (I think) and subjected himself to a lot more medical check-up as he suffered from the aforementioned syndrome. What is this syndrome exactly?
It's a case where ignorance really becomes a bliss and knowledge proves to bring about paranoia. As they start learning about these diseases, they start thinking to themselves, "Hei, didn't I have these signs and symptoms a while back?" or "Oh my god, my muscles hurt exactly like this book says and I'm having a headache too! Am I suffering from xxx?". Of course most of them will probably just think "Nah~!" and walk away but people like my dad start letting their imaginations run wild and start doing all those weird tests on himself. One time, he even went to his lecturer and complained about all his medical problems and eventhough she assured him with a kind smile that it's really nothing, he went ahead and put himself in a machine to be scanned or something. How embarrassing.
Why am I writing about this? Firstly cause Slur asked me to update my blog and second, cause I'm only in A-Levels and I'm already suffering from this syndrome.
Due to the advancement of technology and the rapid speed at which information is made available to us at the touch of a button (the Switchy ON button on the CPU~), we're able to harvest and analyse precious and countless knowledge without breaking a sweat. Wasai, like I'm writing an essay on the benefits of internet aneh kuan.
Every time I come across some disease or illness, I'll immediately go and look for more info on that particular problem and I always end up with a ton of unnecessary points. Like right now, I'm under the impression that I'm going to die as a result of vitamin B deficiency. Here's the signs and symptoms of that problem:
* mental problems
* heart palpitations
* heart arrythmias
* fibrillation
* indigestion
* chronic fatigue
* chronic exhaustion
* paranoia, vague fears, fear that something dreadful is about to happen
* nervousness
* ADD (attention deficiency), inability to concentrate, irritability
* feeling of uneasiness
* thoughts of dying
* easy agitation, frustration
* inability to sleep (insomnia)
* restlessness
* tingling in hands
* tingling fingers and toes
* rashes
* crying spells, inability to cope
* soreness all over
Everybody knows I have mental problems. I mean it's a common fact.
Indigestion? Check. I just barfed up the entire Malaysia the other day as a result of it.
Paranoia, fear that something dreadful is about to happen? Check as well. That day right before I went to sleep, I had this horrible feeling that tomorrow when I wake up, something is going to explode right in our face. Of course nothing of that sort happened so I can't really label that under premonition.
Nervousness? Yup. I get really really nervous when I'm in the presence of certain people, especially if that person is a friend's parent.
ADD? Haha, I think that should probably be my middle name. The only time I can really concentrate is when I'm playing something interesting like basketball. I can be talking with someone and giving perfectly agreeable replies when my mind is actually wandering the realms of Niyidom.
Thoughts of dying? After reading that article on vitB deficiency, I tink I'm going to die pretty soon. Maybe tomorrow.
Easy agitation. I've been getting that a lot lately and I always feel like slapping someone and poor Farhan is always on the receiving end of my frustration.
Tingling in fingers!!!! Oh my god! I get that all the time and I used to think it's because I'm gonna become Spiderman and suddenly sprout little hairs out of my fingers and I'll start climbing walls!! Haha!
Soreness all over. This is probably the most prominent feature of my body which I always blame on excessive exercise but now I know better! Hah, it's all because I lack vitB! And guess what? Doing exercise will use up your vitB supply. See? More plausible reason behind my current paranoia.
Before this, I've also diagnosed myself to have scoliosis, a deformity of the spine which results in me having back pains all the time. However.... after reading the signs and symptoms of scoliosis, I wish I seriously don't have it.... It said something bout clothes not "hanging right" due to uneven shoulder levels and assymetrical breast in females. (=_=") OK, maybe I have some other spine problem... Let me go dig up some more dirt and get back at you guys on it.
I'm also under the impression that I have a brain tumour which is causing me to have constant migraines and a lot of other neurological problems. While we're still on the subject of brains, I feel that I might be suffering from dementia as well which is severe impairment or loss of intellectual capacity and personality integration.
Loss of intellectual capacity and personality integration! See?!
I've already made a deal with my parents that if I grow up and find out I really do have these problems, I'm going to sue them for a million US dollars each as compensation for neglecting me and my physical and mental well-being. Now all I need is to hire a lawyer and write this down in black and white.
Oh and I've got to hire some bomb expert to come check my house and cars to make sure it really won't blow up....
Tuesday, October 24
Buses & Trains
Have you guys heard of a show called "My Super Sweet Sixteen"? Why do I even bother asking... Of course the answer is no. I guess I'm the only one who watches these stupid good-for-nothing shows, recognize it as idiotic yet still watch it. It's like this line from the song "Buses And Trains" that goes "It's like cigarettes, like chocolate cake. I know they're bad for me but I just can't keep them away."
The show is about these rich-ass, money-flowing-out-of-their-parents'-nostril kids in USA turning 16 and having an extremely huge party. And by "money flowing out of their nostrils or any other hole on their body", I meant it. They can hire these famous celebrities to come perform at their party (which, of course, cost like a whole mountain of greens {referring to $$$}) and still whine to their parents about wanting more. Seriously, these kids are spoiled so rotten you can't even pick 'em up cause their just turn to mush in your hands.
Well, some of them are OK. They're rich but not stuck up at all and I actually liked a few of them. One of the girls I liked, her dad gave her an SUV that year when she got her driving licence and so during the party her dad wraped that car up in a big ribbon and presented it to the whole crowd at the party and of course people went like "Huh? I thought she already has that car?" and she had that same expression too but she still smiled at her dad. But of course since rich people can never be contempt with a single car for one single person, her dad sprang a surprise on everybody by opening the garage door and out came another car, a sports car that ain't even out in the US yet. He said, "Well, my daughter has a car she can drive to school and everything but she's gonna need another car to drive on the weekends, right?" and I was like OH MY GOD!!!! (>.<)!!!!! That lucky bastard. Anyway, so that was the girl that I kinda liked.
Then comes the other type of rich kids, the brats / scum of the universe. It might sound a bit harsh but believe me, they deserve it. Now comes the story of the girl I can't stand the most on the show.
She's fat and not even pretty OK? Her dad just happens to be rich. So for her birthday she wants to hold a huge party and needs to invite these people so she herds everyone onto this big open field and it seems like late-autumn and everyone was really really cold. So then, men dressesd as Greek soldiers come riding on horses with scrolls and read out the names of those who were invited and guess what? Not everybody there standing out of their way in the cold was invited. Then that b*tch goes like "I can't just invite everybody to my party~ Look at them, they're nerds / geeks / freaks~". At that moment I wished I had a special ticket that allows me to jumps into the TV so I can slap her real hard until all her teeth fell off. Among those who din't get invited, a few just stare at her and roll their eyes eyes and what not so she goes "HAH~! They're just jealous. They all want to be me and now they're jealous."
HELLO!!??!?! You're fat and you're the furthest thing from pretty!!!! Now I felt like kicking her ass. Then came one stupid baffoon who goes to her and asks if he can go to her party cause he didn't get a scroll and she says "Beg me." and he probably thought it was a joke so he gets on his knees and says "can I please?" and she looks at her friends, start laughing her head off and says "NO! I don't even know you, freak!" Can you believe the nerve of that woman! I was stunned by her actions and seriously did not know up until that point that there really are rotten people out there.
Later on, she looks into the camera and says "I always get what I want." then she goes looking for her dad back at home. She tells him she wants a really big present for her birthday, preferably a car and the dad says "Honey, we aready talked about this. We agreed that if you want to have this party, you can't get a car." Now the girl tries to beg a little more, the dad refuses and she gets all angry! My god woman, you're living on his property and his money! If you don't like it, emancipate!
Can you believe that girl?!!? Ever since that episode, I stopped watching the show cause I concluded that it's just plain stupid to shorten my life-span cause when I watch stupid people like that, I get angry at their idiotic antics and start cursing hence, you know, high blood pressure, heart attack bla bla bla.
No wonder there's a saying about something like "Those with brains live longer" or something. It actually means if you use your brain to choose instead of following your whims and fancies, you'll make the right choice and get a better life but in my opinion, it should mean those who have a brain will stop making people around them so pissed off hence saving them from all those stress related health problems.
Oh, by the way, did you guys know that somebody suffers from stroke every 45 seconds and somebody dies as a result of stroke every 3 minutes in this world? So, keep calm, eat healthy and live longer. Smoking is the most important modifiable factor that causes stroke so keep away from it. Be smart! Say "TAK NAK!!"
-A friendly public message.
The show is about these rich-ass, money-flowing-out-of-their-parents'-nostril kids in USA turning 16 and having an extremely huge party. And by "money flowing out of their nostrils or any other hole on their body", I meant it. They can hire these famous celebrities to come perform at their party (which, of course, cost like a whole mountain of greens {referring to $$$}) and still whine to their parents about wanting more. Seriously, these kids are spoiled so rotten you can't even pick 'em up cause their just turn to mush in your hands.
Well, some of them are OK. They're rich but not stuck up at all and I actually liked a few of them. One of the girls I liked, her dad gave her an SUV that year when she got her driving licence and so during the party her dad wraped that car up in a big ribbon and presented it to the whole crowd at the party and of course people went like "Huh? I thought she already has that car?" and she had that same expression too but she still smiled at her dad. But of course since rich people can never be contempt with a single car for one single person, her dad sprang a surprise on everybody by opening the garage door and out came another car, a sports car that ain't even out in the US yet. He said, "Well, my daughter has a car she can drive to school and everything but she's gonna need another car to drive on the weekends, right?" and I was like OH MY GOD!!!! (>.<)!!!!! That lucky bastard. Anyway, so that was the girl that I kinda liked.
Then comes the other type of rich kids, the brats / scum of the universe. It might sound a bit harsh but believe me, they deserve it. Now comes the story of the girl I can't stand the most on the show.
She's fat and not even pretty OK? Her dad just happens to be rich. So for her birthday she wants to hold a huge party and needs to invite these people so she herds everyone onto this big open field and it seems like late-autumn and everyone was really really cold. So then, men dressesd as Greek soldiers come riding on horses with scrolls and read out the names of those who were invited and guess what? Not everybody there standing out of their way in the cold was invited. Then that b*tch goes like "I can't just invite everybody to my party~ Look at them, they're nerds / geeks / freaks~". At that moment I wished I had a special ticket that allows me to jumps into the TV so I can slap her real hard until all her teeth fell off. Among those who din't get invited, a few just stare at her and roll their eyes eyes and what not so she goes "HAH~! They're just jealous. They all want to be me and now they're jealous."
HELLO!!??!?! You're fat and you're the furthest thing from pretty!!!! Now I felt like kicking her ass. Then came one stupid baffoon who goes to her and asks if he can go to her party cause he didn't get a scroll and she says "Beg me." and he probably thought it was a joke so he gets on his knees and says "can I please?" and she looks at her friends, start laughing her head off and says "NO! I don't even know you, freak!" Can you believe the nerve of that woman! I was stunned by her actions and seriously did not know up until that point that there really are rotten people out there.
Later on, she looks into the camera and says "I always get what I want." then she goes looking for her dad back at home. She tells him she wants a really big present for her birthday, preferably a car and the dad says "Honey, we aready talked about this. We agreed that if you want to have this party, you can't get a car." Now the girl tries to beg a little more, the dad refuses and she gets all angry! My god woman, you're living on his property and his money! If you don't like it, emancipate!
Can you believe that girl?!!? Ever since that episode, I stopped watching the show cause I concluded that it's just plain stupid to shorten my life-span cause when I watch stupid people like that, I get angry at their idiotic antics and start cursing hence, you know, high blood pressure, heart attack bla bla bla.
No wonder there's a saying about something like "Those with brains live longer" or something. It actually means if you use your brain to choose instead of following your whims and fancies, you'll make the right choice and get a better life but in my opinion, it should mean those who have a brain will stop making people around them so pissed off hence saving them from all those stress related health problems.
Oh, by the way, did you guys know that somebody suffers from stroke every 45 seconds and somebody dies as a result of stroke every 3 minutes in this world? So, keep calm, eat healthy and live longer. Smoking is the most important modifiable factor that causes stroke so keep away from it. Be smart! Say "TAK NAK!!"
-A friendly public message.
Monday, October 23
Confessions of An IDIOT In Denial
I've had enough of it. I can't stand it any longer. I'm sick of all these skeletons in my closet. I'm letting it all go guys.
Fine, I admit. I like Paris Hilton. SO?!?!? Slur said it's alright cause other people probably do too. I know she's dumb and everything, has bad acting skills and even worse musical talent but so what? I like her and I adore her songs. It's obvious she can't hold a tune and the songs are heavily edited and I don't give a damn. Everytime they line "I~ don't mind, spending some time~" comes on the radio I can't help myself from smiling like a moron. And now she has a new single "Nothing In This World". Yeah the vocals are barely audible and it really sucks but I still like it. And the MVs rock!! One looks like a mild porn and the other is a total high school fantasy / horror thing. It works for me.
There you have it. There's my skeleton. I'm sick of having to download her songs quietly so that nobody else will find out and I can't stand having to be discreet about liking her. Hah! I your face!!
Oh, have you guys watched Monster House? It's really good. I've joined Slur in supporting piracy I guess cause I just finished watching it last night and it's so funny and "aawww~" at the same time. Makes me feel like a little kid all over again.
Oh and I dream of marrying Keira Knightley or Mischa Barton. There, that's my other skeleton. Laugh all you want but they're hot! And I like Japo food and every little thing associated to Japan including the band called Every Little Thing. They're good.
And I'm a total coward although I know I seem rough and tough. Once while watching a horror movie at home at night all by myself, I got so scared I went to grab the assasin's sword I got from my uncle and hugged it while waiting for my parents to come home. To think I don't even believe in ghost. During that period I would jump at every single sound that came from every corner of the house. And once I tried summoning a ghost into my house using a self-made ouiji board but it didn't work. Strange cause that thing worked pretty fine when I was playing it with my friends at school.
And I love happy-ending love stories. I don't really go for conspiracy and actions or boobs and action type of movie although I watch a lot of it but I prefer the heart warming love stories or chick flicks. And I'm insulted by idiotic comedy movies like American Pie.
Not to forget.... I know I'm an idiot, everybody does but I still won't admit to it. I'm really really bad at spelling too. Now that's all my skeletons, washed and now getting air-dried.
Fine, I admit. I like Paris Hilton. SO?!?!? Slur said it's alright cause other people probably do too. I know she's dumb and everything, has bad acting skills and even worse musical talent but so what? I like her and I adore her songs. It's obvious she can't hold a tune and the songs are heavily edited and I don't give a damn. Everytime they line "I~ don't mind, spending some time~" comes on the radio I can't help myself from smiling like a moron. And now she has a new single "Nothing In This World". Yeah the vocals are barely audible and it really sucks but I still like it. And the MVs rock!! One looks like a mild porn and the other is a total high school fantasy / horror thing. It works for me.
There you have it. There's my skeleton. I'm sick of having to download her songs quietly so that nobody else will find out and I can't stand having to be discreet about liking her. Hah! I your face!!
Oh, have you guys watched Monster House? It's really good. I've joined Slur in supporting piracy I guess cause I just finished watching it last night and it's so funny and "aawww~" at the same time. Makes me feel like a little kid all over again.
Oh and I dream of marrying Keira Knightley or Mischa Barton. There, that's my other skeleton. Laugh all you want but they're hot! And I like Japo food and every little thing associated to Japan including the band called Every Little Thing. They're good.
And I'm a total coward although I know I seem rough and tough. Once while watching a horror movie at home at night all by myself, I got so scared I went to grab the assasin's sword I got from my uncle and hugged it while waiting for my parents to come home. To think I don't even believe in ghost. During that period I would jump at every single sound that came from every corner of the house. And once I tried summoning a ghost into my house using a self-made ouiji board but it didn't work. Strange cause that thing worked pretty fine when I was playing it with my friends at school.
And I love happy-ending love stories. I don't really go for conspiracy and actions or boobs and action type of movie although I watch a lot of it but I prefer the heart warming love stories or chick flicks. And I'm insulted by idiotic comedy movies like American Pie.
Not to forget.... I know I'm an idiot, everybody does but I still won't admit to it. I'm really really bad at spelling too. Now that's all my skeletons, washed and now getting air-dried.
20061023,18:27
OK, it's official. I'm fat and I'm stupid. No I'm not going into another round of miserable self-doubt, whining and messed-up "I-can-do-better" dimension again. This time I'm really serious.
I received 2 lessons today. One:
Don't Multi-task
It really stretches your attention and instead of getting a few things done in less amount of time, you mess up everything and waste forever and a day just trying to sort out the mess. You're not even solving the mess! You're just sorting it out. Like for example, playing Minesweeper while you watch a show. Seriously, I do that.
Everybody has their own addictions. Shoes, clothes, skirts. Some people get high on drugs, some on booze and those Mat Rempits on those strange blood drinks but me, I get my high from breaking my best time in Mines. I'm a total junkie. I can't sit in front at the computer without playing Mines. Some times I get so sick of playing the normal Mines that I'll play my very own modified type like going through the whole round without putting a single flag which is a lot more challenging cause it really test your memory.
Look, multi-tasking all the time has totally spoiled my attention span. I can't even finish a paragraph without getting side-tracked. That's why my bro keeps complaining bout me getting distracted every time we do something. Anyway, I watch shows while playing Mines. The show will be playing, the characters will be talking, things will be happening bla bla bla but I'll be playing Mines intermediate level on the very same screen. Can't play expert cause then the window will become too big and totally block the show although I doubt I'll notice cause my eyes hardly ever leave the Mines window to take note of what's happening in the show. In doing so, I'm forced to replay most of the show and I never break my time during those moments cause I have to try hard to listen to the conversation too.
Anyway, just now a friend of mine sent me a stupid URL and I just click on it, a window popped up and I didn't even read it and straight away clicked "OK". Why? Because I was freaking playing Mines. What happened? Now my idiotic com has got the flu. Well, at least that's what I'm calling it. I've put my anti-virus crew into action but all they seem to be doing is slow down my computer, detect the bad guy yet is totally unable to disable that *toot*. So again, do not multi-task!
And the irony of this incident is that I rarely even chat with most people. I mean I just stick to my constant list of about 10 people I'll chat with or take heed of when they message me and everybody else gets ignored 99% of the time but this time I just HAD TO *rolls eyes* go and click on that stupid blue thing. It's so frustrating. And now I can't sign into MSN.
That explains why I'm stupid. Now why am I fat? Cause I watched an Oprah show just now about how these two docs do a make over for a typical overweight 40+ American housewife. They empty out her fridge (not cause they want to but because the whole thing is filled with yummy mouth-watering food and in nutritionist language, delicious = fat), get her through all these physical exams and assign her to a strict 90-day get healthy program and 90 days later, she lost 40+ pounds. Anyway, in the show they said an average 30 year-old woman should be able to do 45 bent-knee push ups and the magnitude should decrease by 5 for every decade. If you look at it the other way, for every 10 years you get younger you have to plus 5, right? Meaning 20+ do 50 times and 10+ do 60 times. Unfortunately for me and you guys reading this, we fall under the 10+ category and quite frankly, I doubt I can do 60 push ups non-stop. Unable to fulfil what they ask means fat, right? Well, tough luck I guess.
Hei, I just realized college life has gotten pretty boring these days. I mean it's just plain sad now cause a lot of A-level students are going to graduate and we have our AS exams (which is always painful and sad). We really need to spice up our lives a bit more, add some zest back into the days. Easy said, hard done.
I received 2 lessons today. One:
Don't Multi-task
It really stretches your attention and instead of getting a few things done in less amount of time, you mess up everything and waste forever and a day just trying to sort out the mess. You're not even solving the mess! You're just sorting it out. Like for example, playing Minesweeper while you watch a show. Seriously, I do that.
Everybody has their own addictions. Shoes, clothes, skirts. Some people get high on drugs, some on booze and those Mat Rempits on those strange blood drinks but me, I get my high from breaking my best time in Mines. I'm a total junkie. I can't sit in front at the computer without playing Mines. Some times I get so sick of playing the normal Mines that I'll play my very own modified type like going through the whole round without putting a single flag which is a lot more challenging cause it really test your memory.
Look, multi-tasking all the time has totally spoiled my attention span. I can't even finish a paragraph without getting side-tracked. That's why my bro keeps complaining bout me getting distracted every time we do something. Anyway, I watch shows while playing Mines. The show will be playing, the characters will be talking, things will be happening bla bla bla but I'll be playing Mines intermediate level on the very same screen. Can't play expert cause then the window will become too big and totally block the show although I doubt I'll notice cause my eyes hardly ever leave the Mines window to take note of what's happening in the show. In doing so, I'm forced to replay most of the show and I never break my time during those moments cause I have to try hard to listen to the conversation too.
Anyway, just now a friend of mine sent me a stupid URL and I just click on it, a window popped up and I didn't even read it and straight away clicked "OK". Why? Because I was freaking playing Mines. What happened? Now my idiotic com has got the flu. Well, at least that's what I'm calling it. I've put my anti-virus crew into action but all they seem to be doing is slow down my computer, detect the bad guy yet is totally unable to disable that *toot*. So again, do not multi-task!
And the irony of this incident is that I rarely even chat with most people. I mean I just stick to my constant list of about 10 people I'll chat with or take heed of when they message me and everybody else gets ignored 99% of the time but this time I just HAD TO *rolls eyes* go and click on that stupid blue thing. It's so frustrating. And now I can't sign into MSN.
That explains why I'm stupid. Now why am I fat? Cause I watched an Oprah show just now about how these two docs do a make over for a typical overweight 40+ American housewife. They empty out her fridge (not cause they want to but because the whole thing is filled with yummy mouth-watering food and in nutritionist language, delicious = fat), get her through all these physical exams and assign her to a strict 90-day get healthy program and 90 days later, she lost 40+ pounds. Anyway, in the show they said an average 30 year-old woman should be able to do 45 bent-knee push ups and the magnitude should decrease by 5 for every decade. If you look at it the other way, for every 10 years you get younger you have to plus 5, right? Meaning 20+ do 50 times and 10+ do 60 times. Unfortunately for me and you guys reading this, we fall under the 10+ category and quite frankly, I doubt I can do 60 push ups non-stop. Unable to fulfil what they ask means fat, right? Well, tough luck I guess.
Hei, I just realized college life has gotten pretty boring these days. I mean it's just plain sad now cause a lot of A-level students are going to graduate and we have our AS exams (which is always painful and sad). We really need to spice up our lives a bit more, add some zest back into the days. Easy said, hard done.
Tuesday, October 10
Big Ba-da-boom!
Have you guys heard bout the nuke that North Korea tested on some mountain-ey region? While the US was busy making sure they dispose of the nuclear threat from Iran, seems like North Korea snuck out the back door and made it a reality.
Anyway, that doesn't really matter. I mean, well yeah some lunatic tyranical idiot a.k.a. Kim Jyung-woo or something like that has some nukes up his sleeve, so what?
I was already guessing this world would get into a state of chaos and havoc with war breaking through the borders of Iraq and endangering us all in a few years (or if we're lucky, a few decades) time anyway, I doubt this beer-bellied baldie can make much of a difference. Yeah yeah, I know that with this, the possibility of a full-scale war breaking lose in East Asia seems more prominent and well, a lot faster but one way or another, it would have happened.
OK, even if it's not a war, there'll be some other "minor" issue to steal away the safety of our society anyway.
My guess is, pretty soon the security in countries like USA and UK will get so high that the terrorist will be hard-pressed for a target and they'll just have to find some other country to terrorize, regardless of whether their "great minds" can think of any reason to do so. Just look at Bali, look at the southern region of Thailand. Seems like everywhere those extremists are finding something to kill over. And how many times have a terrorist suspect been proven to have originated from Malaysia? But never mind that, from the looks of things, we might be blown to bits because somebody smart took office in those big-shot countries and they FINALLY realized that North Korea is a freaking terorist country and it's international policy that you do not negotiate with terrorists so they stop complying to North Korea's request and those Northies throw a bomb on some small country to show that they mean business.
My only wish is that our death will have served a purpose and prompted those big-shots to declare war on NK as a united front and not just USA struggling on its own.
Anyway, that isn't the actual reason I started this post. I just came up from watching BBC and they were showing reports on how the southern counterpart of the nukies feels and I couldn't help laughing at their stupidity.
Lionel Richie sang a song named "I Call It Love", I'm singing one named "I Call It Karma".
I know most of them don't deserve to be in this situation but when you're stupid, your life gets shorter. It's a rule of nature.
What am I talking about?
Well, not so long ago, maybe a year or so, some president (I'm guessing Bush) said some mean but very true things about NK and tried very hard to force NK out of some very dangerous program (I'm guessing some uranium enrichment thing) and he got some bad rep for it. Those Southies said they were offended by how that big-shot country was threating their BROTHERS and that they should just mind their own mofo business and a lot of crap like that. They even went on to destroy the war monuments that were erected in memory of how USA helped them through the Korean war and said it's offensive just to see that the war veterans were actually thankful of those *toots*.
Now their BROTHERS get a nuke and surprise surprise, the sibblings aren't going to congratulate each other. Before this when the Southies were sure that if something happened, USA will definitely be in time to save them, they seemed pretty cocky but look at them now. They know if NK launches a nuke at them nobody will be able to cover for them and there's a deep unrest growing. They aren't really terrified out of their daily lives but the interviewed commoners said they disagreed with what NK was doing (no longer calling them brothers, eh?) and they realize the immediate threat their lives were under and that somebody should do something before things get out of hand.
It's like playing with fire, you just keep on throwing things inside to make it bigger and bigger yet never thought of the fact that it might actually come in contact with something that isn't supposed to burn and it'll all be over.
Next time you decide to stand behind somebody, make sure it's someone trustworthy or at least someone who wouldn't stab you in the back regardless of how Satanic they are.
Anyway, that doesn't really matter. I mean, well yeah some lunatic tyranical idiot a.k.a. Kim Jyung-woo or something like that has some nukes up his sleeve, so what?
I was already guessing this world would get into a state of chaos and havoc with war breaking through the borders of Iraq and endangering us all in a few years (or if we're lucky, a few decades) time anyway, I doubt this beer-bellied baldie can make much of a difference. Yeah yeah, I know that with this, the possibility of a full-scale war breaking lose in East Asia seems more prominent and well, a lot faster but one way or another, it would have happened.
OK, even if it's not a war, there'll be some other "minor" issue to steal away the safety of our society anyway.
My guess is, pretty soon the security in countries like USA and UK will get so high that the terrorist will be hard-pressed for a target and they'll just have to find some other country to terrorize, regardless of whether their "great minds" can think of any reason to do so. Just look at Bali, look at the southern region of Thailand. Seems like everywhere those extremists are finding something to kill over. And how many times have a terrorist suspect been proven to have originated from Malaysia? But never mind that, from the looks of things, we might be blown to bits because somebody smart took office in those big-shot countries and they FINALLY realized that North Korea is a freaking terorist country and it's international policy that you do not negotiate with terrorists so they stop complying to North Korea's request and those Northies throw a bomb on some small country to show that they mean business.
My only wish is that our death will have served a purpose and prompted those big-shots to declare war on NK as a united front and not just USA struggling on its own.
Anyway, that isn't the actual reason I started this post. I just came up from watching BBC and they were showing reports on how the southern counterpart of the nukies feels and I couldn't help laughing at their stupidity.
Lionel Richie sang a song named "I Call It Love", I'm singing one named "I Call It Karma".
I know most of them don't deserve to be in this situation but when you're stupid, your life gets shorter. It's a rule of nature.
What am I talking about?
Well, not so long ago, maybe a year or so, some president (I'm guessing Bush) said some mean but very true things about NK and tried very hard to force NK out of some very dangerous program (I'm guessing some uranium enrichment thing) and he got some bad rep for it. Those Southies said they were offended by how that big-shot country was threating their BROTHERS and that they should just mind their own mofo business and a lot of crap like that. They even went on to destroy the war monuments that were erected in memory of how USA helped them through the Korean war and said it's offensive just to see that the war veterans were actually thankful of those *toots*.
Now their BROTHERS get a nuke and surprise surprise, the sibblings aren't going to congratulate each other. Before this when the Southies were sure that if something happened, USA will definitely be in time to save them, they seemed pretty cocky but look at them now. They know if NK launches a nuke at them nobody will be able to cover for them and there's a deep unrest growing. They aren't really terrified out of their daily lives but the interviewed commoners said they disagreed with what NK was doing (no longer calling them brothers, eh?) and they realize the immediate threat their lives were under and that somebody should do something before things get out of hand.
It's like playing with fire, you just keep on throwing things inside to make it bigger and bigger yet never thought of the fact that it might actually come in contact with something that isn't supposed to burn and it'll all be over.
Next time you decide to stand behind somebody, make sure it's someone trustworthy or at least someone who wouldn't stab you in the back regardless of how Satanic they are.
Saturday, October 7
What Meets The Eye
I've noticed lately that people are never what they seem to be. It's like behind every smile there's a scar, behind every tear there's a hidden agenda. Behind every "hello", there's a "goodbye" waiting just around the corner.
Some people put up a false pretense, feigning who they really are as if afraid that their true personality might somehow ignite the wrath of their companions. This type of people is pretty abundant I guess. They can be found in every soul and every body. Even within you and I.
None of us have perfect lives and few are able to acknowledge and accept this fact. In our minds, there is always something we want to hide. Some thing we need to hide.
Maybe it's a wad of bill you took from a stranger's desk. Maybe it's that one time during your teenage years when you were working part-time in some fast food restaurant and you had the misfortune of stumbling upon a horrible customer so you decided to get revenge by spitting in his food. Maybe it's the test you cheated, the results you faked or the little white lie you told your parents concerning your academics. Maybe it's that deep resentment towards your siblings that plagues you. Or maybe it's the time you stabbed a colleague in the back to earn yourself a promotion. In some extreme cases, maybe it was a crime of passion that happened in the spur of the moment.
Most of the things we keep in the closet aren't even big issues. In most cases, they were just blown out of proportion by our own fears and insecurities. But some times, we keep those issues in the closet just for the sake of having something in it. What good would a closet be if it were empty?
It feels rather gloomy doesn't it? If your life were to be like an open book, every aspect of it open to public viewing, every speck of dust displayed to every soul who might be interested. What happens to your sense of privacy then? What happens when everyone thinks they know exactly who you are and start to form expectations of what you might do? By expectations I don't mean something huge like discovering the cure to cancer. Maybe it might be something as simple as knowing you would order a cup of iced coffee at the cafe every morning. But still, people start seeing and reading you like a book in the library and suddenly, you lost yourself.
You stop seeing yourself as who you really are but instead, your life starts to revolve the way others dictate it too. Don't get me wrong, by no means am I saying that you become a doormat. But when you no longer have something about yourself that you can keep a secret, it just seems that the process of losing who you are supposed to be seems awfully possible and probable.
And then there are those who are trying with all their might to escape being stereotyped by others. They aren't punks or goths, just average people who are trying to remain who or what they are. Some would just refuse to share some parts of their lives with others and beg for their understanding.
But not everybody is that strong. Under dire circumstances, the weaker ones chose to cut the Gordion's knot. Unable to reject people everytime they delve deeper into their private affairs, they chose to live a life void of any secrets or private matters at all. Or that's what the people around them are told. A smile to disguise last night's heart break. A grin to shadow the expression of disgust. A nod in agreement when they're voice fails to convey their opposition.
From dawn to dusk, they plaster a mask of happiness to deflect the weary fingers of strangers waiting for another dose of gossip. Let's face it, not many of us are interested in happy people, are we? The plight of a man who has lost everything and is currently just straining to live on is always more attractive then that of a happy and contempt man who is about to stumble upon a breakthrough in science. At least to the common people.
So they fake their happiness, they fake their smiles, they fake their laughter until one day, they themselves are no longer able to differentiate what's real and what's not. It feels like every time they laughed, their heart will ache. It hurts just to be happy even when something good happens. Nothing seems to be enough yet at the same time, everything no longer matters. All they want is for somebody to understand that they are not all cheery and roses after all. But how can that happen when everybody thinks this is just another girl without any agendas in life?
Others fake their personality to run away. Maybe that girl who's always running her mouth and who always talks without thinking isn't the gossip queen you always thought she is. Maybe she's just putting up this fort so people will stop bothering her with their personal problems. Think about it, who would reveal their deepest, darkest secrets to the news reporter of the class? Well, maybe she really is a gossip queen. Who knows? I don't, do you? Why don't you just think about it. Have what she said ever hurt anybody's reputation or harmed anybody's image before? And what kind of prejudice is it, for me to assume that a gossip queen must be a "she"?
Maybe that boy who's always crapping and who always have some witty, sarcastic remark to throw at others isn't that jerk we all think of him as. Maybe he isn't as dumb as his results show him to be. Have any of us ever seen what's underneath his skin? What if we found that in truth, he's just another sensitive teenager who isn't able to articulate his heart, will we accept him as he is then?
And so we hide. And so we put on a mask. And so we run away, running away from the truth, running away from the pain, running away from responsibility.
We continue our lives, unaware of our friends and companions suffering in silence beside us. Occasionally, an innocent child might wonder why that stranger looks so worn out, but nobody stops long enough to realize the agonizing pain that's killing them from within.
Some people put up a false pretense, feigning who they really are as if afraid that their true personality might somehow ignite the wrath of their companions. This type of people is pretty abundant I guess. They can be found in every soul and every body. Even within you and I.
None of us have perfect lives and few are able to acknowledge and accept this fact. In our minds, there is always something we want to hide. Some thing we need to hide.
Maybe it's a wad of bill you took from a stranger's desk. Maybe it's that one time during your teenage years when you were working part-time in some fast food restaurant and you had the misfortune of stumbling upon a horrible customer so you decided to get revenge by spitting in his food. Maybe it's the test you cheated, the results you faked or the little white lie you told your parents concerning your academics. Maybe it's that deep resentment towards your siblings that plagues you. Or maybe it's the time you stabbed a colleague in the back to earn yourself a promotion. In some extreme cases, maybe it was a crime of passion that happened in the spur of the moment.
Most of the things we keep in the closet aren't even big issues. In most cases, they were just blown out of proportion by our own fears and insecurities. But some times, we keep those issues in the closet just for the sake of having something in it. What good would a closet be if it were empty?
It feels rather gloomy doesn't it? If your life were to be like an open book, every aspect of it open to public viewing, every speck of dust displayed to every soul who might be interested. What happens to your sense of privacy then? What happens when everyone thinks they know exactly who you are and start to form expectations of what you might do? By expectations I don't mean something huge like discovering the cure to cancer. Maybe it might be something as simple as knowing you would order a cup of iced coffee at the cafe every morning. But still, people start seeing and reading you like a book in the library and suddenly, you lost yourself.
You stop seeing yourself as who you really are but instead, your life starts to revolve the way others dictate it too. Don't get me wrong, by no means am I saying that you become a doormat. But when you no longer have something about yourself that you can keep a secret, it just seems that the process of losing who you are supposed to be seems awfully possible and probable.
And then there are those who are trying with all their might to escape being stereotyped by others. They aren't punks or goths, just average people who are trying to remain who or what they are. Some would just refuse to share some parts of their lives with others and beg for their understanding.
But not everybody is that strong. Under dire circumstances, the weaker ones chose to cut the Gordion's knot. Unable to reject people everytime they delve deeper into their private affairs, they chose to live a life void of any secrets or private matters at all. Or that's what the people around them are told. A smile to disguise last night's heart break. A grin to shadow the expression of disgust. A nod in agreement when they're voice fails to convey their opposition.
From dawn to dusk, they plaster a mask of happiness to deflect the weary fingers of strangers waiting for another dose of gossip. Let's face it, not many of us are interested in happy people, are we? The plight of a man who has lost everything and is currently just straining to live on is always more attractive then that of a happy and contempt man who is about to stumble upon a breakthrough in science. At least to the common people.
So they fake their happiness, they fake their smiles, they fake their laughter until one day, they themselves are no longer able to differentiate what's real and what's not. It feels like every time they laughed, their heart will ache. It hurts just to be happy even when something good happens. Nothing seems to be enough yet at the same time, everything no longer matters. All they want is for somebody to understand that they are not all cheery and roses after all. But how can that happen when everybody thinks this is just another girl without any agendas in life?
Others fake their personality to run away. Maybe that girl who's always running her mouth and who always talks without thinking isn't the gossip queen you always thought she is. Maybe she's just putting up this fort so people will stop bothering her with their personal problems. Think about it, who would reveal their deepest, darkest secrets to the news reporter of the class? Well, maybe she really is a gossip queen. Who knows? I don't, do you? Why don't you just think about it. Have what she said ever hurt anybody's reputation or harmed anybody's image before? And what kind of prejudice is it, for me to assume that a gossip queen must be a "she"?
Maybe that boy who's always crapping and who always have some witty, sarcastic remark to throw at others isn't that jerk we all think of him as. Maybe he isn't as dumb as his results show him to be. Have any of us ever seen what's underneath his skin? What if we found that in truth, he's just another sensitive teenager who isn't able to articulate his heart, will we accept him as he is then?
And so we hide. And so we put on a mask. And so we run away, running away from the truth, running away from the pain, running away from responsibility.
We continue our lives, unaware of our friends and companions suffering in silence beside us. Occasionally, an innocent child might wonder why that stranger looks so worn out, but nobody stops long enough to realize the agonizing pain that's killing them from within.
Wednesday, September 27
A Step Ahead of Trials, 3 Steps Behind The Real Deal
Today marked the end of our AS trial exams and boy, does it feel great.
Imagine a brick the size of Komtar being lifted off your shoulders and you finally being able to leave the bed of nails you were sleeping on. That's exactly how I feel right now.
I know the end of trials only signify that the real AS exam is 2 weeks away but quite frankly, I couldn't care less anymore.
Take everyday as it comes. Don't procrastinate what has to be or should be done, at the same time, don't waste your energy thinking bout what might happen and just wait for it to happen.
That's the attitude that I'll be adopting until something else comes along. Preferably something with big shiny lights and background music that goes "Ka-ching!".
I've had this habit since... Well, since quite a long time ago about always stressing myself out for the trials (at least in my terms it's really stressing it out but it's actually just a few last minute studying) and totally letting everything go when the real exam comes. Maybe it's just a mental and psychological retaliation of being forced to cram an infinite amount of data into my head in such a short period of time (which I'll eventually forget.. my brain undergoes thermal decomposition under the presence of an autocatalyst). I don't know. As a result, I end up doing not so well for the thing that actually matters.
Well, not anymore! Say hello to the new and improved me, Version 6.66. For this exam, I'm gonna study and try better than before to make sure I don't let anybody (mainly me) down. Even if it means tying myself with metal chains on a chair with my head held in position with some medieval torture equipment. Of course, fingers crossed that this situation won't take place anytime soon.
People say that a great journey always begins with the first step. Well, at least my mental-will has taken it's first step. Whether the other parts of my anatomy will follow suit is another matter.
Hei Slur, maybe we can do a buddy system where I'm completely dependant on you and you can somehow do your mojo-jojo on me and make me study for a change. I'll be glad to return you the favour but knowing you.... I doubt I could be of any use.
Anyways, good luck to all you sitting for your AS and A2 next month!
Imagine a brick the size of Komtar being lifted off your shoulders and you finally being able to leave the bed of nails you were sleeping on. That's exactly how I feel right now.
I know the end of trials only signify that the real AS exam is 2 weeks away but quite frankly, I couldn't care less anymore.
Take everyday as it comes. Don't procrastinate what has to be or should be done, at the same time, don't waste your energy thinking bout what might happen and just wait for it to happen.
That's the attitude that I'll be adopting until something else comes along. Preferably something with big shiny lights and background music that goes "Ka-ching!".
I've had this habit since... Well, since quite a long time ago about always stressing myself out for the trials (at least in my terms it's really stressing it out but it's actually just a few last minute studying) and totally letting everything go when the real exam comes. Maybe it's just a mental and psychological retaliation of being forced to cram an infinite amount of data into my head in such a short period of time (which I'll eventually forget.. my brain undergoes thermal decomposition under the presence of an autocatalyst). I don't know. As a result, I end up doing not so well for the thing that actually matters.
Well, not anymore! Say hello to the new and improved me, Version 6.66. For this exam, I'm gonna study and try better than before to make sure I don't let anybody (mainly me) down. Even if it means tying myself with metal chains on a chair with my head held in position with some medieval torture equipment. Of course, fingers crossed that this situation won't take place anytime soon.
People say that a great journey always begins with the first step. Well, at least my mental-will has taken it's first step. Whether the other parts of my anatomy will follow suit is another matter.
Hei Slur, maybe we can do a buddy system where I'm completely dependant on you and you can somehow do your mojo-jojo on me and make me study for a change. I'll be glad to return you the favour but knowing you.... I doubt I could be of any use.
Anyways, good luck to all you sitting for your AS and A2 next month!
Tuesday, September 26
Umpa-wumpa
In case any of you are wondering, no, the title doesn't have any meaning. Of course if you want then I can instantly think of some crap to explain it but no, the title has absolutely no meaning at all.
Well, at least not in English.
Anyway, aren't you guys amazed by the amount of death taking place in society these days? I was scanning through the papers (my good ol' Stars!) before this and I was simply shocked beyond speech on the amount of headers that contained the word "kill" or "dead" in a single day.
First there's this girl who got smacked and bashed up IN SCHOOL IN CLASS BY A TEACHER and then, get this, THROWN OUT OF THE WINDOW! How is that even possible in a civilised society!!
Then there's this report on this, in my very justified opinion, insane-beyond-the-magnitude-of-how-insane-a-person-can-get woman who killed a pregnant lady, cut open her tummy to extract the fetus and then called up her (the freak-of-nature woman's) boyfriend to say she has delivered and then called the police to say she gave birth to a still-born in a parking lot or something. WAIT!! That's not all. After that, she CONFESSED that she had killed a woman to get the fetus so the police goes to the victim's apartment and bla bla bla. Later on, they notice the 3 kids of the woman are missing and start a search and the very same profoundly stupid psychotic woman comes and tells the cops she drowned the 3 kids and stuffed them into the washer and the dryer at the victim's apaprtment. And true enough, there they were. But judging at how unbelievably idiotic some law system in some country has become, she'll probably get of scratch-free just by pleading insanity.
Then there's the report about this lorry driver who was stabbed to death by a husband in a crime of passion after the husband found out his wife was sleeping with the lorry dude. Oh, then there's these 4 innocent people who got smashed to smithereens when their car collided head-on with a truck that lost control and one of the victim was a pregnant.
And I bet there're still some deaths that I can't seem to remember at the moment posted in the papers today. Seriously, before this (the last time I seriously read the papers was like.... last year) I would turn through the papers and feel how boring it is and now it's filled to the brim with mortifying news. And honestly, I think I enjoy the boring paper more.
What the hell is going on with society nowadays! I know I'm crapping about how we need population control and all the shit like that but I didn't really mean for it to actually take place! And besides I was hoping on some natural catastrophe happening and killing all the inmates of the highest-security jail or something cause those guys are just plain crooks who society have no use of. Of course the wardens there will somehow be on leave on that fateful day and hence be spared from the disaster.
Before this, there were news about snatch-thieves everywhere and how grannies are just dropping dead from heart-attack when somebody taps them from the back and those youngsters who were killed in cold blood just so some scum-bag can earn some cash to go get high on drugs or something. Go further back in time and there'll be a gazillion news about rapes occuring everywhere. Fathers and some times even GRANDFATHERS raping the teenage girls at home. High schoolers being raped here and there by people they know and everything.
It's complete and utterly disgusting.
If there really exists a divine power up there hiding behind some clouds, I suggest he/she returns to duty IMMEDIATELY.
PS: There is, however, a death which we can all rejoice on if the reports prove to be true -- that of bin Laden's. Three cheers!!
Well, at least not in English.
Anyway, aren't you guys amazed by the amount of death taking place in society these days? I was scanning through the papers (my good ol' Stars!) before this and I was simply shocked beyond speech on the amount of headers that contained the word "kill" or "dead" in a single day.
First there's this girl who got smacked and bashed up IN SCHOOL IN CLASS BY A TEACHER and then, get this, THROWN OUT OF THE WINDOW! How is that even possible in a civilised society!!
Then there's this report on this, in my very justified opinion, insane-beyond-the-magnitude-of-how-insane-a-person-can-get woman who killed a pregnant lady, cut open her tummy to extract the fetus and then called up her (the freak-of-nature woman's) boyfriend to say she has delivered and then called the police to say she gave birth to a still-born in a parking lot or something. WAIT!! That's not all. After that, she CONFESSED that she had killed a woman to get the fetus so the police goes to the victim's apartment and bla bla bla. Later on, they notice the 3 kids of the woman are missing and start a search and the very same profoundly stupid psychotic woman comes and tells the cops she drowned the 3 kids and stuffed them into the washer and the dryer at the victim's apaprtment. And true enough, there they were. But judging at how unbelievably idiotic some law system in some country has become, she'll probably get of scratch-free just by pleading insanity.
Then there's the report about this lorry driver who was stabbed to death by a husband in a crime of passion after the husband found out his wife was sleeping with the lorry dude. Oh, then there's these 4 innocent people who got smashed to smithereens when their car collided head-on with a truck that lost control and one of the victim was a pregnant.
And I bet there're still some deaths that I can't seem to remember at the moment posted in the papers today. Seriously, before this (the last time I seriously read the papers was like.... last year) I would turn through the papers and feel how boring it is and now it's filled to the brim with mortifying news. And honestly, I think I enjoy the boring paper more.
What the hell is going on with society nowadays! I know I'm crapping about how we need population control and all the shit like that but I didn't really mean for it to actually take place! And besides I was hoping on some natural catastrophe happening and killing all the inmates of the highest-security jail or something cause those guys are just plain crooks who society have no use of. Of course the wardens there will somehow be on leave on that fateful day and hence be spared from the disaster.
Before this, there were news about snatch-thieves everywhere and how grannies are just dropping dead from heart-attack when somebody taps them from the back and those youngsters who were killed in cold blood just so some scum-bag can earn some cash to go get high on drugs or something. Go further back in time and there'll be a gazillion news about rapes occuring everywhere. Fathers and some times even GRANDFATHERS raping the teenage girls at home. High schoolers being raped here and there by people they know and everything.
It's complete and utterly disgusting.
If there really exists a divine power up there hiding behind some clouds, I suggest he/she returns to duty IMMEDIATELY.
PS: There is, however, a death which we can all rejoice on if the reports prove to be true -- that of bin Laden's. Three cheers!!
Sunday, September 24
Idiotic Kidd
You know, it bad enough have to say goodbye once but when you make somebody say goodbye to you twice, you know something is messed up real bad.
Who am I talking about? Well, there's this little girl who goes by the name Mae a.k.a. Kidd.
She's um... average height I guess. Of course, as expected, she's shorter than me. She's really really thin and she has this idea that she's Satan or something weird like that. Oh, and if I remember correctly, her ultimate plan is to wear sunnies in a shopping mall as a sign of coolness.
Sum all those up and what you get is a crazy, fun and extremely smart girl who prefers to utilize her intelligence on twisted stuffs that would bring no light to humanity. Which is fine by me cause all I want is her company.
Anyway, she's leaving for Russia tomorrow so she can freeze her butt off and get drunk and be somebody. Pretty cool plan, right? With all her non-existant insulators I say it would take her 7 layers of clothing or 5 days to become Icekidd. This image of her smirking her weird smrik like a monkey as she freezes to death keeps popping up in my head.
Well, I don't really know what I'm writing about. Just wanted to, you know...
Bah~ whatever.
PS: If you're reading this, maybe you might wanna contemplate stocking up a little more on some fat and meat. You know, you might even get to change your career from Satan to Santa.
Who am I talking about? Well, there's this little girl who goes by the name Mae a.k.a. Kidd.
She's um... average height I guess. Of course, as expected, she's shorter than me. She's really really thin and she has this idea that she's Satan or something weird like that. Oh, and if I remember correctly, her ultimate plan is to wear sunnies in a shopping mall as a sign of coolness.
Sum all those up and what you get is a crazy, fun and extremely smart girl who prefers to utilize her intelligence on twisted stuffs that would bring no light to humanity. Which is fine by me cause all I want is her company.
Anyway, she's leaving for Russia tomorrow so she can freeze her butt off and get drunk and be somebody. Pretty cool plan, right? With all her non-existant insulators I say it would take her 7 layers of clothing or 5 days to become Icekidd. This image of her smirking her weird smrik like a monkey as she freezes to death keeps popping up in my head.
Well, I don't really know what I'm writing about. Just wanted to, you know...
Bah~ whatever.
PS: If you're reading this, maybe you might wanna contemplate stocking up a little more on some fat and meat. You know, you might even get to change your career from Satan to Santa.
Quiz
Let's say you're driving or piloting (or whatever you call it) a train and you reach a part where you can choose between 2 alternative tracks.
Unfortunately on one track there's a kid playing on the track, on the other track there're 6 grown man. You don't have enough time to break, if you decide not to run any of them over by swerving (if possible) the train some place else you'll risk killing everybody in the train and well, you're running out of time.
So which side would you choose to save. The kid or the adults? Oh, and don't forget to explain why.
Unfortunately on one track there's a kid playing on the track, on the other track there're 6 grown man. You don't have enough time to break, if you decide not to run any of them over by swerving (if possible) the train some place else you'll risk killing everybody in the train and well, you're running out of time.
So which side would you choose to save. The kid or the adults? Oh, and don't forget to explain why.
Wednesday, September 20
So Random It Seems Specific
Do you guys know there's this new Jesus class going on in USA or something that's breeding a whole new batch of religious extremeist or the sorts, only now they're Christians. I know it's strange but apparently, some people thought following the foot steps of those suicide bombers in the Middle East will be a good idea but better yet, instead of teaching teenagers or young adults who are SUPPOSED to be smart enough to think for themselves, these new breed of extremists are targeting children.
Footages from either CNN or BBC (forgot which one I was watching) actually showed these kids who would barely reach my waist swinging their head about as if they're on Ecstasy pills and weaping as they pray or chant some prayer. They even have these (I'm guessing) gospel songs with the kids doing some kung-fu action while singing it.
Believe me I have nothing against other religions but seriously, what the hell are those people thinking? I mean this is literally brain-washing the kids into suicidal maniacs as al-Jaheedah (however you spell it) has proven.
I'm all for Sunday prayers or even all those church visits and activities and stuff like that although I do have some opinions on Mei Ling constantly complaining she's hungry during mass but anyway, I think these religious meetings or whatever you want to call them, regardless of what religion they are, is actually good for us. Everybody needs some guidance in life and where better to get it than from religion right? But come on lah at least have the decency to practice some moderacy and only deploy your sick acts of brainwashing on people who can actually think and fend for themselves.
When I said religion is good, I meant those real religions like Hindu, Muslim and bla bla bla. However, I heard that GOTH is considered a religion in some places where they practice satan worshipping and I bet every sane person who's reading this will have to agree that that's just sick, right? From now on, I'm going to define religion as "Something that can guide you on the right path through out your life when practiced correctly and moderately."
Oh, did you know that to be a goth you have to be rejected by society? How lame is that! I love the goth fashion cause I really like black and all but that condition is just plain stupid. OK, since I'm not a goth so I'll probably be grouped under "Society" in their world, right? So now that I don't reject it but on the contrary, actually like it, does that mean they're going to have to clean out their wardrobe and start looking for new fashion styles?
I would suggest the 70's hippie style or something like Madonna's infamous cone-shaped boobs cause THAT's definitely something that won't catch fire.
Well, to give them some credit though, at least they're calling a rat a rat and admit to worshipping satan instead of a god that seems to be a sadist or something.
I'm sure all of you have heard of the US government tapping the phone-lines and e-mails of the citizens to foil any other attempt of a 9/11 and bla bla bla right?
So anyway, the first thing you have to chop to kill a tree is the roots, right? So these people decided to chop the root of these idiotic terrorist organizations which is the funds they're receiving cause seriously, you don't think their so-called god just drops ammunition from the sky or bin Laden shits rockets out of his ass right? Anyway, the government started monitoring money being transferred about in and out of the country and voila~ they stumbled onto the deepest, darkest secret of us fellow Burmese, illegally transferring money. But of course I'm sure after I've explained the situation to you guys, you'll all agree that it's alright for us to do these things eventhough it's against certain laws.
Anyway, since I'm a kid and this doesn't really concern me so I don't really know the real details about this but anyway, currently in the real world, RM1 converts to about roughly 300kyats, which is the Burmese currency. OK, 300kyats. However, if you use the government, the so-called LEGAL transfer rate, you get maybe say.... 12kyats? Believe me guys, even somebody from Dum-dum Land will be able to make out the huge difference there. So due to this inconvenient factor, most Burmese immigrants who have relatives left in Burma that they have to support will choose to transfer their hard-earned money back home through those illegal-in-terms-of-law guys so there is a lot of money moving under the table across continents. As the US hot-shots were tracking these under-the-table transfers, they stumbled upon the Burmese bee hive and those people who were just helping their countrymen and themselves make a living without causing anybody trouble were arrested.
I don't know if you should call this killing 2 birds with 1 stone or whether those guys are mighty unlucky to be discovered when they weren't even being targeted. Pity.... But I find it very amussing though.
Oh and did you guys know there's this superstition that says seeing an ambulance is very unlucky unless you pinch your nose or hold your breath until you see a black or a brown dog?
Quick question. Do hospitals keep black or brown dogs in some special room or something that the workers can go to every few minutes? It would be really unfair if doctors are cursed with bad luck for the rest of their lives just because an ambulance happens to be parked where they work, right?
And I think this superstition is actually ironic cause if you hold your breath hoping for a dog to walk pass but none actually appears, you'll faint from loss of breath and someone will have to call an ambulance to come pick you up!
Footages from either CNN or BBC (forgot which one I was watching) actually showed these kids who would barely reach my waist swinging their head about as if they're on Ecstasy pills and weaping as they pray or chant some prayer. They even have these (I'm guessing) gospel songs with the kids doing some kung-fu action while singing it.
Believe me I have nothing against other religions but seriously, what the hell are those people thinking? I mean this is literally brain-washing the kids into suicidal maniacs as al-Jaheedah (however you spell it) has proven.
I'm all for Sunday prayers or even all those church visits and activities and stuff like that although I do have some opinions on Mei Ling constantly complaining she's hungry during mass but anyway, I think these religious meetings or whatever you want to call them, regardless of what religion they are, is actually good for us. Everybody needs some guidance in life and where better to get it than from religion right? But come on lah at least have the decency to practice some moderacy and only deploy your sick acts of brainwashing on people who can actually think and fend for themselves.
When I said religion is good, I meant those real religions like Hindu, Muslim and bla bla bla. However, I heard that GOTH is considered a religion in some places where they practice satan worshipping and I bet every sane person who's reading this will have to agree that that's just sick, right? From now on, I'm going to define religion as "Something that can guide you on the right path through out your life when practiced correctly and moderately."
Oh, did you know that to be a goth you have to be rejected by society? How lame is that! I love the goth fashion cause I really like black and all but that condition is just plain stupid. OK, since I'm not a goth so I'll probably be grouped under "Society" in their world, right? So now that I don't reject it but on the contrary, actually like it, does that mean they're going to have to clean out their wardrobe and start looking for new fashion styles?
I would suggest the 70's hippie style or something like Madonna's infamous cone-shaped boobs cause THAT's definitely something that won't catch fire.
Well, to give them some credit though, at least they're calling a rat a rat and admit to worshipping satan instead of a god that seems to be a sadist or something.
I'm sure all of you have heard of the US government tapping the phone-lines and e-mails of the citizens to foil any other attempt of a 9/11 and bla bla bla right?
So anyway, the first thing you have to chop to kill a tree is the roots, right? So these people decided to chop the root of these idiotic terrorist organizations which is the funds they're receiving cause seriously, you don't think their so-called god just drops ammunition from the sky or bin Laden shits rockets out of his ass right? Anyway, the government started monitoring money being transferred about in and out of the country and voila~ they stumbled onto the deepest, darkest secret of us fellow Burmese, illegally transferring money. But of course I'm sure after I've explained the situation to you guys, you'll all agree that it's alright for us to do these things eventhough it's against certain laws.
Anyway, since I'm a kid and this doesn't really concern me so I don't really know the real details about this but anyway, currently in the real world, RM1 converts to about roughly 300kyats, which is the Burmese currency. OK, 300kyats. However, if you use the government, the so-called LEGAL transfer rate, you get maybe say.... 12kyats? Believe me guys, even somebody from Dum-dum Land will be able to make out the huge difference there. So due to this inconvenient factor, most Burmese immigrants who have relatives left in Burma that they have to support will choose to transfer their hard-earned money back home through those illegal-in-terms-of-law guys so there is a lot of money moving under the table across continents. As the US hot-shots were tracking these under-the-table transfers, they stumbled upon the Burmese bee hive and those people who were just helping their countrymen and themselves make a living without causing anybody trouble were arrested.
I don't know if you should call this killing 2 birds with 1 stone or whether those guys are mighty unlucky to be discovered when they weren't even being targeted. Pity.... But I find it very amussing though.
Oh and did you guys know there's this superstition that says seeing an ambulance is very unlucky unless you pinch your nose or hold your breath until you see a black or a brown dog?
Quick question. Do hospitals keep black or brown dogs in some special room or something that the workers can go to every few minutes? It would be really unfair if doctors are cursed with bad luck for the rest of their lives just because an ambulance happens to be parked where they work, right?
And I think this superstition is actually ironic cause if you hold your breath hoping for a dog to walk pass but none actually appears, you'll faint from loss of breath and someone will have to call an ambulance to come pick you up!
Tuesday, September 19
A Night In The Conversation of Slur vs NY
This is what happened during the debate between me and Slur on the Intelligence Divide Issue.
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SM: u're totally discriminating dumb ppl.
if u ostracize them then how da hell r they ever gonna improve??????
they won't die off btw
NY: y not??????
i mean they cant make a living
SM: they'll breed n produce more dumb or probably half half of dumb n smart ppl
NY: hahahahaa. u and ur genes
SM: but it's true
as we all noe ppl last time din hv much 2 do n hence led 2 them producing more n more offsprings
NY: but the smart ppl will take a test, b termed smart and get transported into smart world
and the dumb ones will jz die off
SM: no no. they'll juz breed more n more
NY: they wont have food!!! the smarts wont give em any
SM: it's a discontinual process
SM: as tho they won't be given??
then it'll be against the rule in life
i bet no government will ever agree on dat
NY: if they can fend for themselves so gd for them but since they're dumb they wont b smart enuf (duh~~) to fite the discrimination they receive
SM: naturally dumb ppl r better in fighting for their lives
they r uncouth
n wad ur bro calls those barbarians
thus they're stronger physically
NY: and hence the reason y we're surounded by dum-dums...(=_=)
SM: coz they hv 2 fight 2 survive
it's human instinct
NY: see? the dumbs will jz kill each other during fites!!!
and the smarts will give them loads and loads of drugs
SM: who noes?
they mite all unite n kill da smart ppl coz smart ppl will be having all da food
drugs r illegal
it shudn't be put into consideration here
NY: come on la!!
its like destroying smallpox
im gonna eradicate the world of dumb ppl
SM: maybe u would wanna blog bout our debate here now
NY: i AM blogin bout it d
SM: u can't categorize smallpox n dumb ppl 2gether
small pox is infectious
is being dumb infectious????
if so it simply means smart ppl r dumb 2,if not they would noe how 2 defend their brain cells from dumb-ness
n if u eradicate dumb ppl, smart ppl will be categorized into smarter n less smart
wad is ur actual definition of smart
some ppl can be academically smarter but no logical thinking wadsoever
NY: smart ppl will b the ones who wont support the ruling in england now to ban cops from chasing after bad guys
FOR FEAR that... god forbid the bad guy mite trip over smth while running away and sue the cops
well thats what i heard from my bro
SM: serious
coz i din noe there was such a thing
can they sue lidat?
NY: see? now will u join me in my cause to eradicate ppl like that???
yes i heard they can.
SM: i mean like if u chase me till i trip i can sue u 2
i bet u ask some other dumb ppl in da world oso they won't agree la
NY: and there's also a case where a guy stole a bike and the cops cudnt pursue him cz he wasnt wearing a helmet
so in case he falls down and bla bla bla
SM: maybe dat person who came up with it has some screws loose
NY: have u heard bout the child who sued his/her parents cz he/she went to their party and triped while in their house compound and broke a bone?
SM: nope
wei these ppl r stupid
but i dun c y we shud eradicate them
by eradicating such ppl our lives will utterly mundane with nth 2 spur us 2 argue like wad we're doin now
NY: good point
i guess if following my ideal plan
we wud b grouped under Unmarked
SM: i'm gonna die laughing reading ur bro's blog
his blog bout explosions vs butterflies
hahahahahahaha
damn funny!!!!!
i do agree dat explosions r pretty n they're not evil n dat bombers r da evil ppl but i still dun agree dat butterflies r ugly n diabolical
NY: then what la butterflies are ugly ok??
i mean the caterpillar part
SM: caterpilalr i agree la
but butterflies no la
NY: see? ppl nvr see the root of a problem
is money evil?
NO!
why do ppl say it's evil? cz they arent looking at the CAUSE
SM: money is evil
it makes ppl avaricious
thus yes they're evil
but butterflies, how do they harm mankind?
NY: what the????
SM: if u claim they're ugly thus evil then we ma hv 2 kill all da ugly ppl in da world
NY: did u knw come butterflies got toxin on their flaps??????
SM: they'll be an eye sore till smart n pretty ppl dies
NY: nola cz nobody cud posibly b as ugly as caterpilars
SM: dat's for self defence la aunty!!!!
every other animal oso hv self defence mechanism ok
NY: self-defence then u killing me for touching your excess meat with a high insulator-ratio will also b considered self defence la
Anyway, i aint saying we shud kill butterflies or smth
we have to save our resources for the dum-dum plan
SM: aunty!!! dat's coz i dun feel intimidated by it
NY: im jz sugesting we genetically alter them so they skip the caterpilar stage.
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SM: u're totally discriminating dumb ppl.
if u ostracize them then how da hell r they ever gonna improve??????
they won't die off btw
NY: y not??????
i mean they cant make a living
SM: they'll breed n produce more dumb or probably half half of dumb n smart ppl
NY: hahahahaa. u and ur genes
SM: but it's true
as we all noe ppl last time din hv much 2 do n hence led 2 them producing more n more offsprings
NY: but the smart ppl will take a test, b termed smart and get transported into smart world
and the dumb ones will jz die off
SM: no no. they'll juz breed more n more
NY: they wont have food!!! the smarts wont give em any
SM: it's a discontinual process
SM: as tho they won't be given??
then it'll be against the rule in life
i bet no government will ever agree on dat
NY: if they can fend for themselves so gd for them but since they're dumb they wont b smart enuf (duh~~) to fite the discrimination they receive
SM: naturally dumb ppl r better in fighting for their lives
they r uncouth
n wad ur bro calls those barbarians
thus they're stronger physically
NY: and hence the reason y we're surounded by dum-dums...(=_=)
SM: coz they hv 2 fight 2 survive
it's human instinct
NY: see? the dumbs will jz kill each other during fites!!!
and the smarts will give them loads and loads of drugs
SM: who noes?
they mite all unite n kill da smart ppl coz smart ppl will be having all da food
drugs r illegal
it shudn't be put into consideration here
NY: come on la!!
its like destroying smallpox
im gonna eradicate the world of dumb ppl
SM: maybe u would wanna blog bout our debate here now
NY: i AM blogin bout it d
SM: u can't categorize smallpox n dumb ppl 2gether
small pox is infectious
is being dumb infectious????
if so it simply means smart ppl r dumb 2,if not they would noe how 2 defend their brain cells from dumb-ness
n if u eradicate dumb ppl, smart ppl will be categorized into smarter n less smart
wad is ur actual definition of smart
some ppl can be academically smarter but no logical thinking wadsoever
NY: smart ppl will b the ones who wont support the ruling in england now to ban cops from chasing after bad guys
FOR FEAR that... god forbid the bad guy mite trip over smth while running away and sue the cops
well thats what i heard from my bro
SM: serious
coz i din noe there was such a thing
can they sue lidat?
NY: see? now will u join me in my cause to eradicate ppl like that???
yes i heard they can.
SM: i mean like if u chase me till i trip i can sue u 2
i bet u ask some other dumb ppl in da world oso they won't agree la
NY: and there's also a case where a guy stole a bike and the cops cudnt pursue him cz he wasnt wearing a helmet
so in case he falls down and bla bla bla
SM: maybe dat person who came up with it has some screws loose
NY: have u heard bout the child who sued his/her parents cz he/she went to their party and triped while in their house compound and broke a bone?
SM: nope
wei these ppl r stupid
but i dun c y we shud eradicate them
by eradicating such ppl our lives will utterly mundane with nth 2 spur us 2 argue like wad we're doin now
NY: good point
i guess if following my ideal plan
we wud b grouped under Unmarked
SM: i'm gonna die laughing reading ur bro's blog
his blog bout explosions vs butterflies
hahahahahahaha
damn funny!!!!!
i do agree dat explosions r pretty n they're not evil n dat bombers r da evil ppl but i still dun agree dat butterflies r ugly n diabolical
NY: then what la butterflies are ugly ok??
i mean the caterpillar part
SM: caterpilalr i agree la
but butterflies no la
NY: see? ppl nvr see the root of a problem
is money evil?
NO!
why do ppl say it's evil? cz they arent looking at the CAUSE
SM: money is evil
it makes ppl avaricious
thus yes they're evil
but butterflies, how do they harm mankind?
NY: what the????
SM: if u claim they're ugly thus evil then we ma hv 2 kill all da ugly ppl in da world
NY: did u knw come butterflies got toxin on their flaps??????
SM: they'll be an eye sore till smart n pretty ppl dies
NY: nola cz nobody cud posibly b as ugly as caterpilars
SM: dat's for self defence la aunty!!!!
every other animal oso hv self defence mechanism ok
NY: self-defence then u killing me for touching your excess meat with a high insulator-ratio will also b considered self defence la
Anyway, i aint saying we shud kill butterflies or smth
we have to save our resources for the dum-dum plan
SM: aunty!!! dat's coz i dun feel intimidated by it
NY: im jz sugesting we genetically alter them so they skip the caterpilar stage.
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Embrace Division To Produce Unity
I read my bro's blog on race and stability and a lot of other stuffs that I normally wouldn't give my 2 cents (or 0.1 cents for that matter) to but while writing him a comment, I was struck by a revelation!
Before you read this post, you might wanna read his first.
Race, & Culture yada yada yada...
So, he talked about race and culture dividing people and its uses. Well let me talk about the ideal system of dividing.
Say goodbye, sayonara or anything that can be defined as "never gonna see you again" to the barriers caused by religion, the degree of pigmentation of your skin, the shades of you hair or which continent (or ocean) you were born on.
In my very un-humble opinion, we should all embrace a system, a rule, a law for that matter, where everybody will be categorized by intelligence.
Well, if we're going to logically push this idea with plausible reasons to substantiate it and also make it a global issue, we're probably going to need a system that goes beyond and reaches deeper in than the IQ test way of defining our intelligence but as such a test have yet to be formed, I'll just have to use the IQ test as an example for now.
As the IQ test goes, anybody with a test score below 100 is considered "Below Average" or in politically correct terms, "Mentally Unique". But of course, ostracizing people just because they're a little bit below the IQ of 100 is a little too strict so I would propose anybody with a test score below 75 to be shipped off to "Dum-dum Land".
Then there will also be a place called The Smarts where people with IQ above 140 will live. Unlike the Dum-dums who will be confined to the island they're placed in, the Smarts will of course be allowed to venture outside of The Smarts to mate or stuff like that but of course everybody except scientists are prohibited from entering Dum-dum Land. I won't go into why scientists are allowed entry as it will probably raise a lot of human rights issues....
Anyway, the rest of the world that aint marked as The Smarts or Dum-dum Land will be renamed into some other stuffs where people there are allowed to stay inside that unmarked area and allowed entry into The Smarts with permission.
Mind you, I aint so dumb to judge people solely by the level of intelligence they have. I happen to be writing this out with a certain degree of seriousness so I did some thinking on how people shold be judged: by the level of usefulness.
Well, didn't I just say we should divide by intelligence? My reasoning is even if you're really smart but is a druggie who gets high even before Mr. Sun reaches its maximum point or get wasted everynight until you think it's normal for people to have double vision then you might as well buy a ticket to Dum-dum Land now. I don't care if your IQ is as high as Albert Einstein's, you can't work for humanity, you won't be a part of humanity.
On the other hand, those people who are very dilligent but don't even know the answer to "1+1" can follow Mr. Useless-Joe in the ticket-booking area too because what use could you possibly be? And the rest of the population who do stupid things like get cheated by bomohs or think it's alright for a government funded airline to but RM60 nasi lemaks should get in line too.
By the way, in case you guys don't know anything about the RM60 incident... Well, word is that a certain national airline pays RM60 for a single pack of nasi lemak whereas the rest of the Malaysian citizens pay rounghly RM2 or maybe at most RM20+ (at Dome). Why am I so concerned bout it? Every time that airline suffers a lost the government has to pump the tax-payers money to cover it up. F 'em all!!!
Anyway, I was chatting with Slur bout this issue and thought I might as well put up the debate we were having. I think Slur's just against this idea cause I was the one who came up with it....*muttering under my breath*
On second thought, I'll post it under something else cause it turned out to be quite long.
Before you read this post, you might wanna read his first.
Race, & Culture yada yada yada...
So, he talked about race and culture dividing people and its uses. Well let me talk about the ideal system of dividing.
Say goodbye, sayonara or anything that can be defined as "never gonna see you again" to the barriers caused by religion, the degree of pigmentation of your skin, the shades of you hair or which continent (or ocean) you were born on.
In my very un-humble opinion, we should all embrace a system, a rule, a law for that matter, where everybody will be categorized by intelligence.
Well, if we're going to logically push this idea with plausible reasons to substantiate it and also make it a global issue, we're probably going to need a system that goes beyond and reaches deeper in than the IQ test way of defining our intelligence but as such a test have yet to be formed, I'll just have to use the IQ test as an example for now.
As the IQ test goes, anybody with a test score below 100 is considered "Below Average" or in politically correct terms, "Mentally Unique". But of course, ostracizing people just because they're a little bit below the IQ of 100 is a little too strict so I would propose anybody with a test score below 75 to be shipped off to "Dum-dum Land".
Then there will also be a place called The Smarts where people with IQ above 140 will live. Unlike the Dum-dums who will be confined to the island they're placed in, the Smarts will of course be allowed to venture outside of The Smarts to mate or stuff like that but of course everybody except scientists are prohibited from entering Dum-dum Land. I won't go into why scientists are allowed entry as it will probably raise a lot of human rights issues....
Anyway, the rest of the world that aint marked as The Smarts or Dum-dum Land will be renamed into some other stuffs where people there are allowed to stay inside that unmarked area and allowed entry into The Smarts with permission.
Mind you, I aint so dumb to judge people solely by the level of intelligence they have. I happen to be writing this out with a certain degree of seriousness so I did some thinking on how people shold be judged: by the level of usefulness.
Well, didn't I just say we should divide by intelligence? My reasoning is even if you're really smart but is a druggie who gets high even before Mr. Sun reaches its maximum point or get wasted everynight until you think it's normal for people to have double vision then you might as well buy a ticket to Dum-dum Land now. I don't care if your IQ is as high as Albert Einstein's, you can't work for humanity, you won't be a part of humanity.
On the other hand, those people who are very dilligent but don't even know the answer to "1+1" can follow Mr. Useless-Joe in the ticket-booking area too because what use could you possibly be? And the rest of the population who do stupid things like get cheated by bomohs or think it's alright for a government funded airline to but RM60 nasi lemaks should get in line too.
By the way, in case you guys don't know anything about the RM60 incident... Well, word is that a certain national airline pays RM60 for a single pack of nasi lemak whereas the rest of the Malaysian citizens pay rounghly RM2 or maybe at most RM20+ (at Dome). Why am I so concerned bout it? Every time that airline suffers a lost the government has to pump the tax-payers money to cover it up. F 'em all!!!
Anyway, I was chatting with Slur bout this issue and thought I might as well put up the debate we were having. I think Slur's just against this idea cause I was the one who came up with it....*muttering under my breath*
On second thought, I'll post it under something else cause it turned out to be quite long.
Sunday, September 10
If you are you, then who am I?
I feel so lonely when I'm with other people. But when I'm walking outside, I don't feel lonely at all.Anne of Green Gables
I was watching Honey & Clover just now on Animax and well, the characters said some things that resonated deeply with what I'm (and most probably you guys too) are going and growing through so I thought I'd write them out. Some of the words are directly taken from the anime so don't give me credit for it.
Today is Today
The strange thing about the present is it's always there. At least we think it's always there when we're still young and deluded. Time might be flying by like a supersonic jet but for me, I'm living in the moment and I'll continue living until it stops.
Today is today, and most of the time I forget that it's closely followed by tomorrow. And just like tomorrow always creeps in to take today's place, the future will someday replace the present.
The day when we start working and living out our lives seems to faraway right now, it's almost like a mirage that fades away as you near it. But one day you will see the real thing, and you will walk up to it and touch it. There will come a day when what you see will no longer be a mirage.
How will I feel when that happens? Will I embrace it and live it as I am living my life now? Will I run away, refuse to grow up and reminisce about a yesterday that will never come back?
And So It Happens
We look at the adults around us right now and wonder who we'd grow up to be. Will I be responsible? Will I have regrets? Will I do things that will make the people I love proud? I will be a dissapointment to everyone? Most importantly, will I ever grow up?
And while we're going through all these thoughts, we often forget that 10 years ago, those adults had the same feelings we had. The doubts, the fears, the restlessness of youth and the immature habit of not letting go.
As we forget that adults were once kids, we also forget that we will one day become adults. 10 years later, the next generation of 18-year-olds will look at us and wonder all the things we're pondering through now. 10 years from now, the kids will forget that we were once just like them.
But can we really blame them for doing so? I wonder if when I'm 30, will I still remember what happened to me today... Or this year? Will I still think of the friends I have now with a warm and fuzzy feeling? Will we still be there in another 12 years?
Time is flowing like the sand in an hourglass. Never waiting for anyone, never stopping until our last breath leaves our body. Maybe in 15 years time, I won't even remember that I used to be a kid too.
Just Like A Butterfly
We all have dreams. And hopes. And wants. But I've never been brave enough to fight for it.
Standing back when given the opportunity to work for something I want, I let it go all because I didn't want to fight.
No. That is a lie. I let it go not because I don't want to fight. I let it go because I don't dare to fight.
Win said in one of her post about a girl dreaming of wearing a tiara and waving fluffy pom-poms in a cheerleader uniform but always feeling it will never happen to her. But she grew up and it DID happen to her, and she realized that although some things might seems improbable, all it takes is just the first step forward.
So what happens when you never take that small little step? What happens when someone extends his/her hand to crown you with a tiara and yet you push that well-meaning hand away? What happens when you're so blinded by fear of your own abilities that although it's just a small step on level ground, you see it as a free-falling plunge into eternal darkness and you shy away from what life gives you?
And how do you overcome that fear? Will I ever?
Hei Winnie, ain't it strange that you're only 6 months older than me and yet you're standing somewhere so far ahead that I can barely see you? I guess I'm still wondering if I'll ever grow up fast enough to be where you are right now, and at the same time resisting the forces that are pushing me there because I'm unwilling to stop being a useless bratty kid without the worries of adulthood.
I'm not saying you're an adult. I'm just saying that I admire your ability to grow up.
"I see. He has a dream and a goal, and he's working towards it without any fear or doubt. He's so mature, I guess he's already an adult."
Ayumi Yamada
Standing with reluctant feet, where the brook and river meet.
Rummer Godden in "The Greengage Summer"
PS: I advice anybody with free time to watch Honey & Clover because it's a really really good anime.
Wednesday, August 30
The Mysteries of The Soul
What is a soul, actually?
Is it an electrical charge that runs through our body? Is it a swirling energy matter that spins in our body and gives us constant headaches?
Did you know that before we found out how the respiratory system of the body works, our ancestors used to think that when we breathed, we were actually sucking in souls from our surrounding those souls travel through our bodies to keep us alive.
So now, every time we talk about the devil and our relationship to him, we would always say "He/She sold his/her soul to the devil for money and fame." or something like that.
What is a soul? How do you sell it? And why in his own name is the devil so obsessed about our souls?
I mean, what does he do with it after he "buys" it from us? Eat it? If he does then does that mean our souls are like something tasty, like a marshmallow maybe? Do all of us taste the same?
Does he use it to make a bed? Is it something soft and fluffy?
Is it some kind of soap or detergent that he uses to clean his lair a.k.a. Hell? Does it smell fragrant? Do all souls consist of the same chemicals because if they don't then there might be some kind of weird reaction that causes an explosion to happen, you know?
Please don't tell me he takes the soul and puts it in hell because the way I see it, there are enough crooks out there to become his slave when they die so he doesn't have to worry about running out of maids. And why, again, in his own name would he want to find more job for himself and overpopulate Hell? Because theoratically, if Hell exist then it would be a space in a different dimension and that dimension would definitely have a limited area so unless he plans on making a sardine box, I think it's a really bad idea to have so many souls down there.
Plus if the bad souls can become his slave, then that means souls are something that can do work which would also mean it is a physical entity. Oh please don't tell me they aren't physically there and they use their super mind power to get the job done or something.
Why does the devil want to buy souls so desperately?!?!
Oh, and another thing. How the hell do you buy it? Do they use barter system? Like the devil promises to give you instant fame and in exchange you give him your soul? Or maybe they go by cash and the currency is "ghost money", you know, the kind those Chinese people always burn. If we're talking in that currency then I don't know how exactly will the devil buy our souls because I believe those things are really really cheap so our souls are actually millionaires or something.
After careful thinking and scientifical analyzing, I would stick to the barter system.
But that still doesn't explain why the devil has this fetish for souls. My brother says he probably likes eating souls, but I think in truth, he's just buying old souls, reconfiguring them and putting them into new bodies to make sure our world never run out of crooks and dumb asses.
PS: When I refer to the devil as "he", I don't exactly meen "he" as a male because for all we know "he" might be asexual or something. I just used "he" cause it's shorter than "she". Damn it, I shold have used "it"!!
Is it an electrical charge that runs through our body? Is it a swirling energy matter that spins in our body and gives us constant headaches?
Did you know that before we found out how the respiratory system of the body works, our ancestors used to think that when we breathed, we were actually sucking in souls from our surrounding those souls travel through our bodies to keep us alive.
So now, every time we talk about the devil and our relationship to him, we would always say "He/She sold his/her soul to the devil for money and fame." or something like that.
What is a soul? How do you sell it? And why in his own name is the devil so obsessed about our souls?
I mean, what does he do with it after he "buys" it from us? Eat it? If he does then does that mean our souls are like something tasty, like a marshmallow maybe? Do all of us taste the same?
Does he use it to make a bed? Is it something soft and fluffy?
Is it some kind of soap or detergent that he uses to clean his lair a.k.a. Hell? Does it smell fragrant? Do all souls consist of the same chemicals because if they don't then there might be some kind of weird reaction that causes an explosion to happen, you know?
Please don't tell me he takes the soul and puts it in hell because the way I see it, there are enough crooks out there to become his slave when they die so he doesn't have to worry about running out of maids. And why, again, in his own name would he want to find more job for himself and overpopulate Hell? Because theoratically, if Hell exist then it would be a space in a different dimension and that dimension would definitely have a limited area so unless he plans on making a sardine box, I think it's a really bad idea to have so many souls down there.
Plus if the bad souls can become his slave, then that means souls are something that can do work which would also mean it is a physical entity. Oh please don't tell me they aren't physically there and they use their super mind power to get the job done or something.
Why does the devil want to buy souls so desperately?!?!
Oh, and another thing. How the hell do you buy it? Do they use barter system? Like the devil promises to give you instant fame and in exchange you give him your soul? Or maybe they go by cash and the currency is "ghost money", you know, the kind those Chinese people always burn. If we're talking in that currency then I don't know how exactly will the devil buy our souls because I believe those things are really really cheap so our souls are actually millionaires or something.
After careful thinking and scientifical analyzing, I would stick to the barter system.
But that still doesn't explain why the devil has this fetish for souls. My brother says he probably likes eating souls, but I think in truth, he's just buying old souls, reconfiguring them and putting them into new bodies to make sure our world never run out of crooks and dumb asses.
PS: When I refer to the devil as "he", I don't exactly meen "he" as a male because for all we know "he" might be asexual or something. I just used "he" cause it's shorter than "she". Damn it, I shold have used "it"!!
What Is And What Could Have Been.
When you're 16, you rarely think that anything could go wrong in life.
I had these dreams for every one of my close friends. I made plans on what would happen to us as we grew older. Our self-organized reunion in the year 2008. How we would meet again one day and all just laugh about how much we've changed and yet we're still the same people we were when we first met each other. Who would get into a serious relationship first. Who would get a high-flying career. Who would be the first person to spot me wearing a skirt. We made fun of each other. How all of them would laugh their head off if they ever saw me in a skirt and holding the arms of my boyfriend or something. Life didn't seem so complicated at that time.
I made plans, and I didn't think anything could go wrong.
2 years later, not that much time have passed but already I see my dream crumbling before me. I didn't think any of us would be forced to quit basketball because of health reasons, neither did I imagine she would start to shun us. I didn't think any of us wouldn't be able to continue her studies and start working. Most of all, I didn't think any of us would screw their life up so badly that she would get married.
What is and what could have been.
After graduation, we grew apart. Well, some of us did. They went to college and lost all contact with us. One made new friends and no longer wants to keep in touch with people of the past. One left to find a job because of her uncertainty on what to study. Some found lovers and decided to become jack-asses. One got pregnant and got married. The juniors no longer have the dicipline to keep on fighting. The seniors are either wasting their life away still being immature and not taking control of their lives or are too busy trying to make something out of their lives.
Just one year from graduation and already, the prospects of a reunion seem so unlikely.
Why did I write this post?
I guess it saddens me to see that not everybody made the right path for their future, and a lot more is going to fall into the depths of despair. What happened to having a backbone? What happened to having your own life philosophies and not compromising it for anything?
We all said we won't mess up and look at us now. You smoke, you drink... What else are you willing to do just to fit in with people who don't even deserve to be your friends? And the seniors who can't seem to mature even though you're older than us, aren't you supposed to take care of us and guide us? Why are you pulling these kids into all the mess that you got into? How could you possibly have the heart to mess up their lives? You made the wrong choice, it doesn't mean they have to make it too.
Stop breaking my heart and grow up mentally for a moment here.
I had these dreams for every one of my close friends. I made plans on what would happen to us as we grew older. Our self-organized reunion in the year 2008. How we would meet again one day and all just laugh about how much we've changed and yet we're still the same people we were when we first met each other. Who would get into a serious relationship first. Who would get a high-flying career. Who would be the first person to spot me wearing a skirt. We made fun of each other. How all of them would laugh their head off if they ever saw me in a skirt and holding the arms of my boyfriend or something. Life didn't seem so complicated at that time.
I made plans, and I didn't think anything could go wrong.
2 years later, not that much time have passed but already I see my dream crumbling before me. I didn't think any of us would be forced to quit basketball because of health reasons, neither did I imagine she would start to shun us. I didn't think any of us wouldn't be able to continue her studies and start working. Most of all, I didn't think any of us would screw their life up so badly that she would get married.
What is and what could have been.
After graduation, we grew apart. Well, some of us did. They went to college and lost all contact with us. One made new friends and no longer wants to keep in touch with people of the past. One left to find a job because of her uncertainty on what to study. Some found lovers and decided to become jack-asses. One got pregnant and got married. The juniors no longer have the dicipline to keep on fighting. The seniors are either wasting their life away still being immature and not taking control of their lives or are too busy trying to make something out of their lives.
Just one year from graduation and already, the prospects of a reunion seem so unlikely.
Why did I write this post?
I guess it saddens me to see that not everybody made the right path for their future, and a lot more is going to fall into the depths of despair. What happened to having a backbone? What happened to having your own life philosophies and not compromising it for anything?
We all said we won't mess up and look at us now. You smoke, you drink... What else are you willing to do just to fit in with people who don't even deserve to be your friends? And the seniors who can't seem to mature even though you're older than us, aren't you supposed to take care of us and guide us? Why are you pulling these kids into all the mess that you got into? How could you possibly have the heart to mess up their lives? You made the wrong choice, it doesn't mean they have to make it too.
Stop breaking my heart and grow up mentally for a moment here.
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