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-The problems of a nation? OR Goddamned parents who brings 3 year olds to cinemas.-
Last night, i've got a free screening of The Hulk, thanks to my wonderful gf. The show started with an ominous screaming competition. I swear that somewhere there's a sickened mind with a wad of cash thinking stuff up just for the sake of his enjoyment. Basically, it's a competition to make people imitate the hulk "scream". When i have oodles of cash someday, i'd hold ridiculous competitions just for my enjoyment. Maybe something like asking people to use the corniest pickup line on women. I'd be the sole judge and the winner would be the one that gets the most creative backlash. LOL.
Back to the story, the screaming continued til our screening time. We went in to be greeted by another national past time - the hog-like stuffing of malaysian pie holes aka a buffet. Ignoring the masses, we went in to grab our seats after a short misunderstanding with uptight women that got their cinemas wrong. Then, the problem began.
Cue actress no 1 - tudung mother. Cue actor no 2 - 3 year old kid with large caramel popcorn pack. You know where this is heading. 5 minutes into the awesome trailers, the kid started yelling to his sister sitting about 20 rows somewhere in the cinema. Failing to spot his sister and father, he proceeded to whine to his mother, who answers him. Kid start clamoring all over his seat. To give a better mental picture, try to remember all those movies where they have a lot of monkeys locked up in a cages. Now imagine when a monster comes into the room. See the monkeys? They are clamoring all over their cages and shouting. Yes? Now imagine one of them with a large pack of caramel popcorn. 10 minutes into the movie, seat no K17 has a lovely new carpet of caramel coated popcorn. Kid stares at spilled popcorn and loudly exclaims that he no longer has anything to eat. The mother passes what is left in the pack to the kid and proceeds to shovel the mess to the lower tiered chair. At that point in time, i wanted to introduce the kid to the no 1 pastime of malaysians, that is shovelling mass amounts of food into his developing pie hole.
But the kid got bored of the show and is now climbing all over his mother who let him roam the aisles. I pity the poor souls who sat closest to the aisles, but i didn't care. I was happy that the waste of sperm wasn't around anymore so that i can enjoy the rest of the mediocre movie.
To conclude the sad tale, the progeny of idiocy came back, spilled the rest of the popcorn and both of them left the moment the lights came on. I've never understood the purpose of bringing kids to the cinema. I do not think that the mother understood the show at all in between calming the kid, worrying about the kid and cleaning popcorn out of her outfit. It seems that she's fulfilling the malaysian parental obligation to make the movie going experience of the unmarried a waste of time as well.
I would say that i wished they did not propagate, but they already did. The fuckers.
Which led me to another conversation. I've been chatting with the guys on a forum and we were talking about all the stereotypes that we hate in our different countries. In NZ, the chinese(from china, duh) are taking advantage of the semi honor-based rules in NZ. Take examples of student loans. A lot of chinese ANd asian students take loads of student loans then run back to their countries without even paying back. Kids use their parents' money and spend it on all manner of noisy upgrades for their cars and streak around town in the middle of the night. In one case, a father and a 6 year old daughter was run over by one of these kids. 6 year old was flung 30 feet into the air and died on the way to the hospital, dad dead on the spot. Which is good, i guess, since he doesn't have to live with the knowledge that the court sentenced the kid to 3 years of prison. I hope he becomes a male whore in there. In sydney, lebanons constantly seek trouble. They would send a scrawny member of their group to pick on someone. When the offended person gives chase to the scrawny kid, he runs smack into the entire group which beats the shit out of him. When trouble comes their way, the run back to their embassies and cite discrimination.
Well, i reminded them that in malaysia we live with MALAYSIANS. 'nuff said.
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Chrono Stamp - Wednesday, June 18, 2003
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Ravings of a sickened mind
Yet again, i'm back with my once in a blue moon update. No, i'm not dead. Just busy with stuff
Anyways, there's lotsa stuff to be said about things as it is. !st off, i'm finally moving away from the institute. Yup, i'm gonna be a part time lecturer working 10 hours a week and pulling about 1600 a month.
No, i don't have a job to back me up and neither do i have much of a plan. Basically, i'm hoping to start a shop up sometime in september/october. After 3 jobs, i know that i can't really work for other people so i might as well work for myself. Yes, i know it's trading one devil for another but hey, at least i can't blame anyone else for my wrongdoings. Working in a corporate environment just reinforces my belief that it's there for people that wants to be safe and move on with their lives. Wear a suit and try not to get fired.
I envy those who can live lives without a care. To be able to choose their own paths in life and not worry about what other people think of those actions. I know friends who can be so absorbed with what they are doing that they can just ignore societal pressures and live their lives. I guess starting my own company is my way of going about it.
In almost every class, i would have a session with my students to assist them in the overall look in life. I usually begin with the question, "If you could get any job you want, what would it be?". The most common answers are CEO and manager. Occasionally, i would get a creative answer like game tester, snowboarder and basketball player. TO this, i would usually ask them what obstacles they'd have to overcome in order to achieve it. Know it or not, the obstacles are almost always something to do with the individual. When i turned that question to myself, i don't know how to answer it.
I've always held a belief that i'm destined for something greater than a cubicle rat. That i would not drink from the cup of mediocrity. But the cost of failure would often run me down when i think of it. What happens to my family? My friends? My girlfriend? Once again, societal pressures where i have to maintain an image forces my into a risk free path. I guess this is where i decide to jump away from that path.
Away from the cup of mediocrity.
I'm pretty sure that continual submission of work to a faceless corp would provide me ample amounts of security. I would never have to worry about major bills (the electricy bill for my institute's campus came up to rm 27,000 last month). I don't have to worry about employee morale, I don't have to worry about my business. But i'd disappear into the masses.
That, my dear readers, is when i decide to hand in my letter.
No sinfest this time round. Now it's megatokyo. Another online favorite of mine.
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Chrono Stamp - Monday, June 9, 2003
-Do not stand too close to a naked man, pt2-
Reading a other blogs have led me to see mine as having no direction. I don't know where this is supposed to be going or what it's supposed to be.
Well, i guess we'd just have to go back to talk about topics which i talk about again. Specifically, i seem to have lost the connection between work and life again. Generally, the answers to the question "Why do you work?" is quite dull and unimaginative. The whole 'i work to live vs i live to work" irony escapes me. What exactly IS the point of working? Are we all heading towards the same existence as a statistic? Where everyone has a house, a car, 2.3 kids and financial obligations? Be a hermit, the masses scream. Love it or leave it. Do they notice the irrelevance of their lives? Pushing paper around day after day, to no end. I really need to find a way outta this.
On to other news, am heading back to Bukit Tingi exactly today next week to load up on fresh air. The muck that is our everyday grind needs to be cleared out once in a while. Other than a cruise, this is probably the next best thing. Anyway, since we're planning this whole thing, it's going to be tough to please everybody. Here's to hope that everything'll turn out well and no one'll slip and smash their heads. When i was there last year, we stayed at a corner apartment which is only accessible by a 5 meter walkway. This very same walkway is extremely slippery in the mornings and after rain since someone had the insane idea of layering it with ceramic. So, when we first arrived, happily carting our oversized bags and walking on this bridge where we almost slipped and smashed our heads. And since i'm abnormally vertical, there're this 3 ft railings that separate me from a 20 meter freefall onto some rocks and turning into red paint. And for those of you who're on the trip, please do not expect anything exciting to happen there. It's supposed to be a relaxing holiday(other than the paintball) so most of the time would be spent staring out at the morning sky or wandering around. OK, at least that's what i'll be doing.
Lastly, this section will be all rants. Here we go:
I hate noisy motorcyclists.
I dislike loud smiley people, with some exceptions
I dislike most of my colleagues
Students are funny, i just wanted to say that
Never stand too close to a naked man - is a book which is quite funny
So yea, nothing much. Onward to the comics!!
That's all for today, folks. Til next time!
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Chrono Stamp - Thursday, April 24, 2003
-Crazies-
Dunno if it's just me or is it that the world is truly going bonkers. Recently, i've been bumping into a lot of crazy people on the streets of KL. These are not the beggar crazies but the screaming lunatics that just walk around and shout stuff out. Weird.
I'm not exactly sure where i'm gonna go with this blog so bear with me. This is one of the rare times this week that i've been able to sit on my desk undisturbed. Usually, there're a few students just lounging around the ..uh..lounge area, waiting for me. They interrupt my reading and usually derail me train of thought. All that and i have to sound credible when my mind is tuned to how an e-bomb works or laughing my head off at a student submitted website. How can i possibly be able to fend them off with witty and informative comments? But, somehow, i manage. Students, projects, subjects. Work.
Changing lanes.
Seems like it's that time of the year again when everyone switches jobs. Tonnes of people leaving the institute. Few friends quitting and going back to bumming. I wanna switch jobs but is unable to find anything appealing. The fun-ness of working is wearing off. I need something new.Siigh.
**To distract my readers, i'll post up some funnies so that they won't realise that there's no content here**
This is what i've been doing for the past few days whenever i have time to blow. Just a strip here and there to laugh my head off. It's got pretty good art and i love the jokes. It's pure evil.Hopefully, i get to find more of this when this one runs out.
Ok, you've probably guessed by now that i'm severely distracted. That's cos i'm writing this and chatting to two people AND trying to read the strips. I think i'll sign off now until i'm more coherent. Adios!
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Chrono Stamp - Friday, March 28, 2003
-Another day in the daily grind of things-
There's a sense of unrest that pervades the people i talk to nowadays. Sorta like a clenched fist withing their speech. It's in the topic which we choose. Most times its the racial divide, the atmospheric dissent in my company or just how everybody hates everybody else. It feels as though everyone is just waiting for some sorta violence to happen. Anywhere! To savor life, we must wager. We want death. That sorta thing. Then again, it could be because i just read a ranty 'blog' of sorts. He's ranty and borderline crazy but there's some sorta truth in his words.
As some of you would know, there's already a trip planned for May. A bunch of us would be heading out to Bukit Tinggi for some paintball action. To me, it's just an escape avenue to the daily grind. There's just no end to it. Just a occasional escape and then the warden decides that it's time to go back. But i digress. Planning this outing has sorta made me seen another aspect of humanity.
As a social group, we are considered very small(there's only 5 of us) and we're extremely self sufficient. The countless days of vegetating in my room has hardened us to even the most boring of companies. So it is with the same spirit that we take our outings. If something doesn't work out, we'd just take it and do something else. If it doesn't work out, shove it and move on. That kinda thing. Turns out that, in all my naivety, i assumed that everyone else was like that. Wrong. A lot of people out there are tourists. When the word vacation flashes across their minds, the equation is always the same: I pay you, you make me happy.
There're just no initiative from the part of the tourist. I paid the money so i'm just here for the ride. Entertain me. And so it is with great reluctance that i must shift my frame of mind again. We are all from the generation where entertainment is instant. If something bores us, flip the channel! There's always something somewhere that's worth more. And that's exactly why i find it so damned hard to work. Every minute of the day is spent searching for more entertainment. We're all doomed.
And lastly, i STILL hate growing up
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Chrono Stamp - Friday, February 28, 2003
-Fear The Notepad!-
It always seems as though my ideas for a decent blog entry flees whenever i open up notepad to write it down. It's as if my ideas do not want to take form. All they want to do is bug me at inconvenient times, like during a presentation.
The reason why i'm doing this is at the urging of my gf. My work Internet is down so i'm just firing up notepad to pen down whatever that comes to mind. It's like i'm sitting in front of a swimming pool, waiting for fishes to bite. So far, nothing
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I think i'll speak about my last post. From a cynical point of view, the idea of any supernatural entity is ridiculous. I've had a chat with one of the guys before he left and we were talking about how we see religion. As a whole, we both do not believe much in any of the conventional ones. Religion is a lot like a predefined pathway to avoid hell. Based on logical thinking, the moral behind every religion is to avoid hell, or a hell-like place. No religion ever discusses heaven ,where everyone is going. What is heaven? Every religious person strives towards heaven. They know that it is their final resting place, but what IS it? A place where all of one's wishes are fulfilled? Seems like a really dull place to me. Or more frighteningly, it destroys hope. Why hope for anything when you can just wish for it? How would one live life in heaven? Frolicking for an eternity? By nature, humans want to win. In order to win, there must be a loser. But, it's HEAVEN, for heaven's sake. There ARE no losers. So, how can you enjoy any games?
There was another theory where we discussed that heaven is just a state where your soul just goes through a constant state of euphoria. A state where you're constantly happy. But that's already here on earth. It's called the mental institution. Everyone is happy there.
In the end, we both agree that heaven and hell are pretty much the same. They both suffer from the technicality of the word eternity. You shall burn in hell for an eternity. If it's for an eternity, will it matter? Maybe for the 1st few years or so the pain would get me, but after that? Knowing me, i'd try many different ways of burning. It no longer matters that i burn, right? Up here, in the real world, pain and suffering is real. Not so much the pain and suffering itself but the effect of it upon my life. If i had suffered burns on my body, it would hamper the choices i can make in this life. And so it goes.
It's the same thing with heaven. Let's just say that the heaven is as how the crazy suicide bombers deem it. They go there and there're x number of virgin girls/legolas-es to service them. For an eternity. What the heck can you do with them for a WHOLE eternity? And wouldn't your actions in heaven condemn you to hell? And if it does condemn you to hell, what would you do with the said virgins/legolas-es? Stare at them for an eternity? *beep* lusty thoughts = bad, here comes hell. Even if you don't go to hell, staring at them for an ETERNITY is like hell. And where would the virgins come from? They magically appear from a purple mushroom? So yes dear readers, i cannot fathom the idea of a reality based on eternal reward or suffering. Simply because of the basic human ability to discount the value of things as time goes by.
In the end, i sorta came full circle. I went around looking at most of the major religions. To clarify things, i did not go full on into them. I've merely tried to understand what is done in spirit and what happened along the way. For that, i would subscribe to the simplest idealogy. That of Buddhism. What i garnered from it is that life sucks, accept it and move on with what you have. The best thing about Buddhism is that there're no obligations. Life is as you make it to be and all the religion does is give a sense of direction. No friday prayers, no sunday church, no temple worshipping, no body piercings, and no need to recognise the 1001 names for the angels and seraphims. It's a religion and a philosophy to live by. In short, it's just a manual to navigate through life. And there's no one to tell you how to read that manual.
And that as they say, is that
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Chrono Stamp - Friday, February 21, 2003
