Look back and take a grand glorious view of the year bygone. Step back and pinpoint the nooks and crannies of the things that have happened and things that should have happened. Savour the nostalgia dipped in salty spheres, sugared highs, and cascading sour-tapes; flickering on a reel of a VHS technicoloured re-run. It's been strange. It's been rather sublime. Full of farcical instances.
Cut-off places. Lost sunshines. Rediscovered links. Reanimated intentions.
Not too shabby.
Not too lurid.
A pretty good year after all.
31 December, 2009
22 December, 2009
smile for a better world!
Find something in your life daily that makes you smile.
Could be that kitten that walked across your flower pots, or that oddly shaped cloud in the sky. Whatever it may be, smiling helps anyone and will give you plus,+, plus, +, plus points that would brighten up any day.
Could be that kitten that walked across your flower pots, or that oddly shaped cloud in the sky. Whatever it may be, smiling helps anyone and will give you plus,+, plus, +, plus points that would brighten up any day.
14 December, 2009
Disconnect! Rejoin the REAL WORLD
"Facebook is a fantasy land of goofy pictures and meaningless banter, and too many people are getting lost in that make-believe world. Too many people are under the illusion that on Facebook they actually are engaged in a community, when the truth is they are alone in a room and staring at a screen."
- Marc McAfee
Marc's views are true to every though and fact that people should realise about this ginornimous online phenomenon. Replying to a two-word post on your wall in Facebook does not qualify as a conversation. Soon enough we will be all losing touch with our inherent conversational skills and dissolve to sms-like yelps in reality. Stop stalking your so called 'friends' online and give them a phone call instead. Or even better, call them and ask them out for a drink. If you can't suck up the courage to do so you would have already been infected by the fear of facing people.
You will be surprised at how much more it means to others meeting up in real life rather than hiding behind a screen
- Marc McAfee
Marc's views are true to every though and fact that people should realise about this ginornimous online phenomenon. Replying to a two-word post on your wall in Facebook does not qualify as a conversation. Soon enough we will be all losing touch with our inherent conversational skills and dissolve to sms-like yelps in reality. Stop stalking your so called 'friends' online and give them a phone call instead. Or even better, call them and ask them out for a drink. If you can't suck up the courage to do so you would have already been infected by the fear of facing people.
You will be surprised at how much more it means to others meeting up in real life rather than hiding behind a screen
08 December, 2009
egnisrh
"Acocdrnig to an elgnsih unviesitry sutdy the oredr of letetrs in a wrod dosen’t mttaer, the olny thnig thta’s iopmrantt is that the frsit and lsat ltteer of eevry word is in the crcreot ptoision. The rset can be jmbueld and one is stlil able to raed the txet wiohtut dclftfuiiy."
- uokwnon weirtr
If you can't read this, it's time for English lessons.
- uokwnon weirtr
If you can't read this, it's time for English lessons.
running up that hill
...if only I could,
make a deal with God,
and get him to swap our places,
be running up that road,
be running up that hill,
be running up that building...
Whether its different, its still the same. tough.
make a deal with God,
and get him to swap our places,
be running up that road,
be running up that hill,
be running up that building...
Whether its different, its still the same. tough.
27 November, 2009
23 November, 2009
We are Robot
It's here. Though it may not resemble what the media feeds us in shades of 'The Matrix' and shapes of 'Minority Report', or even the dystopian future where 100% 'meatbags' (unaltered humans) are a rarity in 'Ghost in the Shell' - we have already reached the age of technological symbiosis.
Look around you. Eyes glued to laptops. Minds focused on their smartphones. These devices are gateways to the Internet. Ask most users of these mobile devices whether they can live without their nifty gadgets. 9 out of 10 will tell you that they can't and the last singular one can only remain 'disconnected' for about 3 days - max.
Unlike the anime Ghost in the Shell where human brains can be uploaded and downloaded due to alterations of the cerebral cortex with artificial enhancements (or in some cases the entire brain is replaced with an artifical one where memory and mind are digitised), the laptop and smartphone act just like that except that it is a remote device outside of our meatbag selfs which is regarded as an extension of one's brain; allowing one to connect wirelessly to the Internet wherever and whenever.
This is not necessarily bad in any way but it is not long before we start truly 'plugging' ourselves into the world wide web; which in turn will spell the end of that age-old line which divides what is real, and what is not.
Goodbye Saturday night meets at a friend's house for a game of cards, darts and beer
Hello virtual meets in cybespace over a game of kill me, kill you with digital swords and mana potions
Look around you. Eyes glued to laptops. Minds focused on their smartphones. These devices are gateways to the Internet. Ask most users of these mobile devices whether they can live without their nifty gadgets. 9 out of 10 will tell you that they can't and the last singular one can only remain 'disconnected' for about 3 days - max.
Unlike the anime Ghost in the Shell where human brains can be uploaded and downloaded due to alterations of the cerebral cortex with artificial enhancements (or in some cases the entire brain is replaced with an artifical one where memory and mind are digitised), the laptop and smartphone act just like that except that it is a remote device outside of our meatbag selfs which is regarded as an extension of one's brain; allowing one to connect wirelessly to the Internet wherever and whenever.
This is not necessarily bad in any way but it is not long before we start truly 'plugging' ourselves into the world wide web; which in turn will spell the end of that age-old line which divides what is real, and what is not.
Goodbye Saturday night meets at a friend's house for a game of cards, darts and beer
Hello virtual meets in cybespace over a game of kill me, kill you with digital swords and mana potions
20 November, 2009
Death of the child we once knew
Innocence murdered. Creativity bogged. The wonder of life, ceases to spiral like rainbows in child's minds.
Back date 40 years ago where the world was a much more simpler place; children grow up with a sense of wonder and question the world around them with as much cerebral and physical movement as possible. They question why nature works as it works, why the animals hibernate, why people behave the way they behave, how stick forts can repel monsters from the land Zerprok, and whether the boogie man under their beds may have a liking towards candy floss. They play with toys they make themselves; spearheading creative thought while they create and make a world of their own without a care of reality. This was only a few decades ago.
In actual fact, children of my era (the 80's and all of its big haired, electronica, multi-coloured lycra glory) were the last generation of children to experience life without much meddling of the adult world. We were born in the bridge of technology joining the new and old school ways of living - changed by a leap in telecommunicative technology. We saw the birth of the Internet and the death of snail mail. We witnessed the birth of one-touch communication and the death of the firm handshake.
Though one may argue that the world is increasingly becoming a more dangerous place to live in where greed, power, hunger, intolerance and ignorance constantly shifts the paradigms of human interaction; we must understand that over-protection is not protecting anything for future purposes. Adults cage their children like hamsters, teaching them that the world out there is a bad, bad, wicked place full of boogiemen that roam the streets not only under beds. They teach adult practices to ensure that their children are able to make cognitive actions for their own safety. They shadow their children with a cloak that is much less translucent, blinding imaginations and instilling fear under the guise of 'nurturing'.
The era of growing up, falling down, dusting one's self and running again is over. In fact, children now learn life's lessons through a LCD screen displaying pixelised characters toting guns bigger than refrigerators. They live out adventures and events of escapism through pre-made storylines made by adults. Never again will children make a world they can call their own.
These thoughts have been spurred by this song. This song speaks of the death of child-like imagination.
Back date 40 years ago where the world was a much more simpler place; children grow up with a sense of wonder and question the world around them with as much cerebral and physical movement as possible. They question why nature works as it works, why the animals hibernate, why people behave the way they behave, how stick forts can repel monsters from the land Zerprok, and whether the boogie man under their beds may have a liking towards candy floss. They play with toys they make themselves; spearheading creative thought while they create and make a world of their own without a care of reality. This was only a few decades ago.
In actual fact, children of my era (the 80's and all of its big haired, electronica, multi-coloured lycra glory) were the last generation of children to experience life without much meddling of the adult world. We were born in the bridge of technology joining the new and old school ways of living - changed by a leap in telecommunicative technology. We saw the birth of the Internet and the death of snail mail. We witnessed the birth of one-touch communication and the death of the firm handshake.
Though one may argue that the world is increasingly becoming a more dangerous place to live in where greed, power, hunger, intolerance and ignorance constantly shifts the paradigms of human interaction; we must understand that over-protection is not protecting anything for future purposes. Adults cage their children like hamsters, teaching them that the world out there is a bad, bad, wicked place full of boogiemen that roam the streets not only under beds. They teach adult practices to ensure that their children are able to make cognitive actions for their own safety. They shadow their children with a cloak that is much less translucent, blinding imaginations and instilling fear under the guise of 'nurturing'.
The era of growing up, falling down, dusting one's self and running again is over. In fact, children now learn life's lessons through a LCD screen displaying pixelised characters toting guns bigger than refrigerators. They live out adventures and events of escapism through pre-made storylines made by adults. Never again will children make a world they can call their own.
These thoughts have been spurred by this song. This song speaks of the death of child-like imagination.
17 November, 2009
Cocking
Question: Do any of you out there cock your head to one side whilst trying to understand a certain statement, or while you are watching a show intently? I do not know why I do it but I do it.
Weird.
Weird.
13 November, 2009
Facial expressions while reading
Do you sometimes find yourself making facial expressions when you read?
Like say when you read a book and you read a line "...smiled a warm smile across the room...", do you find yourself smirking or our lips breaking out into a small smile? Say you read a scenario in the book stating that something was amiss or a plot twist, do you find yourself making the 'squinting eyes' or 'raised eyebrows'?
peculiar
but funny nonetheless.
So do you do make facial expressions while reading?
Like say when you read a book and you read a line "...smiled a warm smile across the room...", do you find yourself smirking or our lips breaking out into a small smile? Say you read a scenario in the book stating that something was amiss or a plot twist, do you find yourself making the 'squinting eyes' or 'raised eyebrows'?
peculiar
but funny nonetheless.
So do you do make facial expressions while reading?
our daily papers = same shit, different day
Ever get the feeling that our daily papers just report local news which ONLY cover smiling overzealous politicians, gang raped girls, car accidents, angry politicians, sobbing cheated citizens, murderers and the murdered, motorcycle accidents, some mofo winning a prize, angry politicians getting angry at other angry politicians, husband kills wife kills son kills daughter kills husband, bus accidents, someone doing something insignificant which will be forgotten by the weekend, sobbing cheated citizens getting someone in their family murdered by other angry citizens which ride motorcycles or drive cars to accidents...
you see the trend here?
The news 'reports' are either negative, insignificant, or well......just plain negative. Yes, negative news does create more 'sensational' news due to the fact that "its always far more entertaining to laugh at the misery of others"
But then again, don't our reporters have anything else to report on in this country? Or could the reality be that our society is way closer to the aspects of these reports than we could ever imagine? If it is, we live in a sad sad world...
If it isn't, then i guess we just need to laugh harder.
you see the trend here?
The news 'reports' are either negative, insignificant, or well......just plain negative. Yes, negative news does create more 'sensational' news due to the fact that "its always far more entertaining to laugh at the misery of others"
But then again, don't our reporters have anything else to report on in this country? Or could the reality be that our society is way closer to the aspects of these reports than we could ever imagine? If it is, we live in a sad sad world...
If it isn't, then i guess we just need to laugh harder.
09 November, 2009
29 October, 2009
NAP = Nothing Actually Policy
On the recent NAP review that has been receiving much media buzz, I feel that its just another nonsense phase that will ultimately be just 'coffeeshop talk' and nothing more.
here is the document for your reading pleasure.
Nap Review
This, in my opinion, just can not happen as the people in our fair country has not enough buying power to purchase newer cars after their old and reliable set of wheel is deemed 'unfit for the road'. And the fact that cars above 15 years are subjected to inspections opens up a new can where corruption and more money to be raked from the people's already dry pockets.
The stupidest part is the 'Import of used parts to stop in 2011'. Ridiculous.
Where the hell are we going to find parts for our cars then? Where are our mechanics and workshops going to source for parts? How much would we have to pay for a European car's gearbox? An arm? A leg? A newborn baby? The used parts industry is a massive industry and I don't see this move actually working at all.
Yea....so my 'unreliable car' that sees more road than our fair country's favourite tin-can on wheels and sees less workshop time would have to be scrapped, forcing me to buy a 40,000+ ringgit piece of metal built with absolutely zero passion. The rich won't feel it. The people in the rural areas and smaller towns just got their asses handed to them.
again.
here is the document for your reading pleasure.
Nap Review
This, in my opinion, just can not happen as the people in our fair country has not enough buying power to purchase newer cars after their old and reliable set of wheel is deemed 'unfit for the road'. And the fact that cars above 15 years are subjected to inspections opens up a new can where corruption and more money to be raked from the people's already dry pockets.
The stupidest part is the 'Import of used parts to stop in 2011'. Ridiculous.
Where the hell are we going to find parts for our cars then? Where are our mechanics and workshops going to source for parts? How much would we have to pay for a European car's gearbox? An arm? A leg? A newborn baby? The used parts industry is a massive industry and I don't see this move actually working at all.
Yea....so my 'unreliable car' that sees more road than our fair country's favourite tin-can on wheels and sees less workshop time would have to be scrapped, forcing me to buy a 40,000+ ringgit piece of metal built with absolutely zero passion. The rich won't feel it. The people in the rural areas and smaller towns just got their asses handed to them.
again.
27 October, 2009
SONG: Nujabes - Luv Sic part 2 & part 3
Hope you have listened to the previous song that was posted awhile ago. That was the remix version which the lyrics basically talks about a relationship between two people. You can listen to it back here.
These two other songs are also by Nujabes which are 2 other mixes of the underlying tune of the 'luv sic' series. Part 2 is a narration about one and God, Part 3 is about life's ups and downs (this one is really very nice).
Just sit back and give it a listen. Make sure u have a drink in hand and a window to look out to the sky.
Luv Sic Part 2
Luv Sic Part 3
Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it.
These two other songs are also by Nujabes which are 2 other mixes of the underlying tune of the 'luv sic' series. Part 2 is a narration about one and God, Part 3 is about life's ups and downs (this one is really very nice).
Just sit back and give it a listen. Make sure u have a drink in hand and a window to look out to the sky.
Luv Sic Part 2
Luv Sic Part 3
Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it.
Some like it hot, some like it cold
People who defend themselves too much are actually more insecure than those who just don't give a damn.
Every human has ideals and it is good to champions those ideals if so you think its right. But going out on a whim and imposing a 'personal ideal' on every corner is a sign that the ideal is not so ideal after all. If it were ideal most people would be on the same page.
Unfortunately, it seems by far the society I live in today is champions mediocrity and superfluous ideals over the greater good, and the big picture. While the rest of the world moves over to answer questions on greenhouse effects and the amount of grains that can feed hungry mouths, we are still puzzled over the fact that some people like chillies and some don't. We still wonder why some people have one, two, three, or no Gods to pray to. We still harbour over the premise that children are as dumb as bars of soap and can't grasp meticulous ideas.
It will be long till our fair lands finally grow up. But till then, we all just need to exercise a little understanding and compromising.
Every human has ideals and it is good to champions those ideals if so you think its right. But going out on a whim and imposing a 'personal ideal' on every corner is a sign that the ideal is not so ideal after all. If it were ideal most people would be on the same page.
Unfortunately, it seems by far the society I live in today is champions mediocrity and superfluous ideals over the greater good, and the big picture. While the rest of the world moves over to answer questions on greenhouse effects and the amount of grains that can feed hungry mouths, we are still puzzled over the fact that some people like chillies and some don't. We still wonder why some people have one, two, three, or no Gods to pray to. We still harbour over the premise that children are as dumb as bars of soap and can't grasp meticulous ideas.
It will be long till our fair lands finally grow up. But till then, we all just need to exercise a little understanding and compromising.
22 October, 2009
Known for the wrong things
Within this 2 years alone our fair country had an amazing streak of negative attention. Awesome isn't it?
From weirded-out political party pooping thats better than any drama on telly, superb hypocritical statements that puzzle the minds of society, murders at most high degree, ailing reforms which would probably never see the light of day, and superb lying of the tongue which makes our countrymen look like the worst bunch of people on this side of the planet.
How are we going to dance on the world stage? How are we going to be a country of progress? The only thing we achieved in these years is being the laughing stock of people at coffeeshops and dinner tables.
Sad is our country. Sad sad sad.
From weirded-out political party pooping thats better than any drama on telly, superb hypocritical statements that puzzle the minds of society, murders at most high degree, ailing reforms which would probably never see the light of day, and superb lying of the tongue which makes our countrymen look like the worst bunch of people on this side of the planet.
How are we going to dance on the world stage? How are we going to be a country of progress? The only thing we achieved in these years is being the laughing stock of people at coffeeshops and dinner tables.
Sad is our country. Sad sad sad.
21 October, 2009
08 October, 2009
Just because
If one can explain why they did something with general, factual, and logical reasons; it is not based on true emotions. Emotions are never based on logic, sense, and practicality. Emotions are withdrawn, intangible, whimsical, raw.
"I don't know why I did it, I did it 'just because'...."
Somethings are better left unexplained, unthoughtout, unpondered.
"I don't know why I did it, I did it 'just because'...."
Somethings are better left unexplained, unthoughtout, unpondered.
06 October, 2009
SONG: Smoke and Mirrors
Love this line from this song.
"Who knows what tomorrow will bring
Maybe sunshine or maybe the rain"
29 September, 2009
SONG: Nujabes feat Shing02 - Luv sic (Modal Soul Remix)
By far to me.
One of the best tunes ever.
"cause the beat plus the melody makes me speak of L.O.V.E eloquently so evidently"
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