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....
Tuesday, October 31
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.
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