Signs of 'Maturity'
I normally go to my mum's office on Saturdays to:1) accompany her as she does her work.
2) study.
And she doesn't really need company because she has a friend who almost always works as hard as her.
I'm not getting to the point yet, so I shall. We were talking about The Unforgettable Memories, otherwise known as Yi Nan Wang, otherwise known as the 4.30PM channel8 show.
My mum's friend made this comment: It's highly possible that it's because of novelty, like the 'Eh this was a hokkien show, let's watch it' kind of notion.
Then I thought--Yes, I agree.
I'm quite tired of Mediacorp plots, and if there's a good show there's probably..Elvin Ng(is that his name? I think it is. He's known as Dinosaur, if that rings any bells/balls). If I needed a reason to hate humanity, or feel disgraced being a man, it'd be him. So anyway, I'm tired of
1) sucky plots.
2) sucky actors/actresses.
Back to the point about novelty. So yea, Yi Nan Wang is seriously a very unique show. At least it's special, and isn't like other shitty mediacorp shows. It's unique because..it just is. You see a lot of action going on in any mediacorp show, and that one episode could be a few days 'in real life'. But in Yi Nan Wang, an episode could be about one day in the life of this family, and that character.
In short, draggy. But it's normally peppered with a lot of humour, albeit dry humour. But still it's fun. I like it.
But I didn't blog today to talk about Hokkien drama serials. I'm going to talk about what could be interpreted from my mum's friend's statement(not that she was trying to, but that I did the interpretation, and I have a very unique way of interpreting things).
Teenagers are always doing things to try to establish themselves as a person, and probably 'find themselves', y'know, like, through meditation and stuff. In the process of doing so, they normally want to be seen as 'more matured'. They take after the adults they see, because they think that emulating adults would make them more matured, or at least appear to be so.
A good example of this would be perusal of the newspapers. When I was young, I saw one of my uncles reading the newspapers. He looked majestic. No, I'm serious, I was that young at that time. So there I was, appreciating how he read the newspapers, and how he flipped the pages, and how the pages rustle when they are flipped.
If I were more physically matured, I might have JIMP-ed. OK I'm not gay, but that view was orgasmic. OK I'm thinking too much, carry on.
So after that, I wanted to emulate him, and I took an interest in reading the newspapers(which was short-lived--I was too lazy to keep checking the dictionary for words). I tried to make the pages rustle that way, but my hands and arm-span was too short. But yea, an attempt to emulate was made.
Which makes me wonder why I didn't react that much last time when my father reads the newspapers =.=
So anyway, I'm trying to study the mind of a teenager, and why teenagers behave the way they do. Not that I don't act like that, but sometimes it's good to know why I react in certain ways to stuff.
Then I tried to link this up with teenagers who like to booze. Of course, I enjoy alcohol. I don't think I can ever get drunk anymore, because the thought of a certain someone of this era would stop me from losing consciousness or at least moral clarity of thought, but that's something I haven't experimented with, because I haven't been drinking for a long time.
I keep wondering why teenagers would want to drink beer, or the 'high-classed' form of alcohol that is wine/whatever they choose to call it. I mean, like, OK, you drink, full-stop.
You don't have to drink in front of your friends, and I think I won't ever drink in front of my female friends because
1) they might drink too, and stuff could happen if I were drunk.
2) I might be too drunk to do a thing should stuff happen to the drunk girls.
You guys know me best, I am too manly for the above two scenarios to happen. Or maybe..hehehe. OK anyway, that's why I don't want to drink in front of female friends. I was drunk once and I don't want that to be seen by my female friends. It's rather similar to crying in front of females, and that is bad because
1) I don't cry.
2) at least not in front of females.
Another reason would be that I think that drinking alcohol in front of females is a form of acting manly. It is, after all, a manly thing to do, to be able to drink alcohol in place of your girlfriend. And the 'WOW he can drink a lot, and now I'm wet!' kind of thing. I cannot agree with that.
I don't do things to attract attention of women, if I were to do things to attract attention, I do things the bisexual way, which is to attract the attention of both sexes. I'm not a sexist anyway.
But that's beside the point. I just think that drinking, is
1) a manly thing, and should be kept between males.
2) should not be used as a sign of 'growing up', though it is recommended for fathers to train their son's alcoholic tanking skills when they're more matured.
3) should not be a means of attracting female attention.
Real men drink alone/with male friends. Responsibility can be easily shirked: 'Oh FUCK I was drunk! I'm sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry', but damage done cannot be taken back by mere apologies.
Here is a good reason why females should not drink:
http://www.funnymotivationalposters.net/poster/alcohol.html
I think that most youngsters just want to be seen as more matured.
See the number of 'plays, concerts, musicals, etc'. I have jiro/near jiro appreciation for the arts and music, but only for my friends who are able to master/semi-master them. It is more fun to see your friends semi-master instruments though, you can laugh when they screw up, which should happen quite often if they are only semi-master.
People just want to appear more sophisticated than they are. It is interesting to see how far they would go to keep up with this appearance.
It's like school choirs, they sing, or perform, whichever word they prefer, weird songs that nobody understands. Hello, I'm Singaporean, I understand
1) Singlish.
2) Chinese.
3) English.
4) Quite a bit of Teochew.
5) A bit of Hokkien.
6) NOTHING ABOUT ITALIAN/FRENCH/GERMAN.
OK, you've hit the notes, you've managed to get yourself heard by everyone....
but no one understands what the fuck are you singing.
From this I can infer that art is not something meant for humans to understand.
If I have to master a whole new language just to appreciate art/music from one country, I'd be so busy immersing my life in 'art' that I won't have toilet paper to shit with.
Please sing something comprehensible, thank you.
As there are people who wish to appear more sophisticated and 'artsey-fartsey', there are people who think that body-art is an art. They want tattoos, scars, stuff like that.
I don't know females well enough, but I think that for men, it's a sign of 'Ah Beng-ness', and they relish in the fact that they have something to attest to their manliness. This is probably what goes through a boy's mind when he tattoos:
'HAHA I now have a tattoo, that means I've endured all the pain Life could ever give me, so now all the women should suck my cock'.
I guess that is their definition of manliness. Like the 'If you don't have at least one tattoo, you are not fit to be a man' kind of definition.
Of course, the idea of beauty and manliness is subjective.
Or is it?
There's HK drama coming up soon on Channel U, 10PM. It is about a rather plump girl. I don't know the plot yet, so I can't say for sure, but the point here is that...
she might think of herself as beautiful, but others would tell her that she's wrong, because it's
1) wrong to be healthy, because thin, skinny, is the way to go. Fuck healthiness, it's pointless to live long if you can't live 'beautiful'.
2) wrong to eat food during meals, because food is unhealthy and makes one fat, and getting gastric, shortening one's lifespan just to be thin and skinny is the way to go. Once again, fuck healthiness, it's pointless to live long if you can't live 'beautiful'.
There are people who think that they are living their beautiful life their own way. But they aren't, because their definition of beauty is derived from the society's point of view, and their definition of beauty.
Take me for example. I think that my pubic hair is manly, and that I am manly, but others beg to differ, because 'hair is disgusting, ew'. But like I said, they beg to differ, so they can carry on begging.
Oh shit that's a negative example.
Um erase erase. That's a negative example because I already have my own paradigm of how a real man should look like, and what a real man should or should not do. I sometimes try to enforce that on my other male friends, but I always fail because I guess I'm too extreme. I mean like no one would really go learn from me and dig his nose in public and wipe it under the armpit right?
OK never mind that's TMI.
So anyway I was talking about how people's definition of beauty is decided by society itself.
Look at the number of girls out there who think that skinny+fair+revealing+perfume = fucking attractive, drop-dead gorgeous, and they therefore:
Warning: below is the formula for ill-health, and possible rape
wear less + put on perfume + lots of whitener + DON'T EAT.
Here's something to chew on:
http://www.funnymotivationalposters.net/poster/perception.html
What can you get up with sexing everything up besides my dick?
Keep your cleavage to yourself, just because you have it doesn't mean you have to show it.
It's the same with my armpit hair. I have it, but I don't show it all the time right? And if you want to see it you'd have to look for it. Don't make things so ready-made for us, I'd rather hunt down a cleavage than be presented with one.
I guess that's another sign of people wanting to appear mature, hence they wear less. Even kids these days are wearing lesser. It is disturbing. Or perhaps I'm too traditional.
I think this is what goes on in a teenager's mind:
Wearing less is a prerogative given to people who can protect themselves, and I can protect myself because right now I am a teenager, and I have the power to protect myself because I am a teenager, and because I need to show off that I'm a teenager, I wear stuff that shows that I am a teenager, and that comes in the form of revealing clothes.
Or perhaps the:
If I don't wear less I'd be laughed at because everyone else is wearing less =\
The world is, like everyone already knows, screwed.
But at least I get to injoy the show(and take part in the screwing).
-- 6/28/2009 09:12:00 PM
What's up with all that bullshit on H1N1?
What's up with all that bullshit on H1N1?(directly copied from title)I remember receiving a lot of SMS-es telling me to 'Vote for blahblahblah' in the whatever website.
It was just a poll. No one gives a fuck.
My intuition was right. No one gave a fuck. School's reopening as per usual.
That's not the end of the bullshit. I'm all for extended holidays, but I'm not desperate beyond measure.
I 'voted' anyway.
I think it's all-too-hyped up, news regarding H1N1. Sure, there has been many cases infected in Singapore, but how many has died?
I catch flu almost all the time when I go without sleep(or minimal sleep), but I'm never going 'WTF I GOT FLU'. If you really hink about it, 0.2% fatality is quite low.
Wait, it is 0.2% right?
Either way, it's just a more exaggerated form of flu. And I don't normally like exaggerated stuff. _|_
What's worse is the people hoping for H1N1 to mutate and spread, so that they can achieve their highly diabolical plans of having more holidays. Which isn't as diabolical as retarded it is.
I wonder if he's trying to be humorous, but judging from his past MSN nicknames, I can tell that his level of maturity and his type of humour doesn't click with mine. And judging from my own experience, I can tell that his level of maturit and his type of humour doesn't click with most other humans.
Oh wellz.
Oh yea I haven't been blogging for a long time. So there. Short post. Hia hia hia.
Back to reading a manga with a lot of boobs.
-- 6/23/2009 10:17:00 PM
Archived.
Was at the National Library just now. Just now meaning Friday night, with my tools.We wanted to search for school yearbooks, which would be great for stalking should the need call for it, when we realized that we don't know where the fuck are they. So I decided to search for 'Catholic High School' in one of those random computers around that helps facilitate your stalking.
It was at what, 373.something something something.
When we got there, we found a lot of random shit, like....
Rivervale Primary School magazines. It was interesting seeing Marilyn walking around as vice-head prefect interviewing people with the microphone.
It was interesting seeing myself dressed as the monk in Journey to the West(too embarrassing for me to type what I 'was' out). It was interesting to see WK walking around after his robotics competition. It was interesting to see THQ on the stage for being the top PSLE scorer.
It was basically a trip down memory lane.
I saw some Cat High yearbooks dating back to like many years ago. How quaint it was to see my 'seniors' walking around in camps.
But the really disturbing thing is the realization that whatever you do in school remains in school. However famous you are, you'd only be documented in a yearbook. Whatever you do, you'd just be archived after your decline.
And who really goes around digging archives of people long past?
If I were to busy myself with everything in the world, and get like damn fucking famous for some shit I did, so what? Who would care after I die? Look at whoever invented the light bulb. Do I really care about what Thomas Edison? I only care about what he did, and I don't really appreciate the way the light bulb is built. I only know that he impacted my life in this way because I'm using his invention.
What can he gain from this? Recognition? Can he feel this recognition in wherever he is lying in now?
I don't see a need do something as impactful as that. Not many of us can, anyway. We shouldn't strive for that either. Just enjoy life as it is, with all the shit thrown in at times. Because whatever you do, however hard you work,
you'd just be archived away. When we die, we simply get converted into ashes. Whatever achievements we made do not hold any value to us in our urns. Why be so ambitious? Why busy yourself that much when you should just relax? All these stands for nothing anyway. Archived, with no one giving a fuck to.
Take life easy. It should be taken that way.
You know those Guinness World Records? There's this guy who sailed half the world alone, or something along those lines. Or possibly even longer.
But really, how does that impact my life? Impact enough for me to blog about it because I think it's not a very wise thing to do. You spend half a year alone, just to break a stupid world record and get archived and get your name down in history when you know that there's no point in getting your name down in history because no one would give a shit about it in years to come after your decline.
So the question here would be: Why bother?
How much can fame affect your quality of life? The 'Oh fuck I am famous and so I JIMP' kind? No, I don't think that's possible. If you can't feel comfortable with your life, and you aren't happy, then perhaps you've never lived before. All that glamour comes to naught.
Waste your time, waste your money, waste your life. Just chillax.
And jaywalking expressways is addictive >.<
-- 6/20/2009 02:43:00 AM
Hike in civilization.
We hear about people wanting to 'be himself' all the time. But how often can one be true to oneself?Society is run by, more or less, conformity, and it remains a fact that people who are not self-reliant and booze all day long are shunted by society. Like, who the fuck wants to go near somebody who reeks of stale beer and isn't employed and most probably unshaved and unkempt?
There is hardly space for 'individuality' in societies, so it is impossible to 'be yourself'. Who are you, really? And more importantly, who really cares about who are you? The way I see things, humans are judged by usefulness in interrelationships with other humans. The only currencies a human can have which attracts other humans to him are like 'Humour', 'Care and concern', and basically that's about it. Perhaps the 'Fun and adventurous' could kick in, too.
But people make friends for a reason. It could be that they don't want to appear to be antisocial, it could be that they don't want to feel lonely, it could be so many things. A friend is there just to satisfy the user's needs. In a way, 'Friends for sale' on Facebook makes sense here. Friends are bought and sold, and in a way it shows the choices of the person purchasing his friends--If I only had enough money to buy one, I'd buy my best friend instead.
There is a level of prioritisation in a human's social circle. Like, 'I want to talk to someone more than someone'. In Travian terms, it'd be like 'I want to protect this village more than this other village because it's of strategic importance/9c/15c'. Friendship, in a way, is very business-like. You talk to the people you deem more important to you, and the rest who are more of acquaintances are shunted.
I tend to have this fetish of saying stuff out loud even though it's more or less a social taboo. It's like people don't talk about this openly. And before I go on I must declare that my post isn't against anyone or anything, it's not sparked by any events in my life recently. It was just me musing on my thinking chair(toilet bowl) when I realized that there is no such thing as being yourself in this world.
As said, friends are only tools which are judged according to usefulness. As a child, I doubted my sight when I read the saying that goes 'A friend in need is a friend indeed'. Even then, I thought of the severe repercussions this would have on stupid people. Imagine the magnitude and frequency of swindling that were to occur if everyone believed in that.
The concept of 'Favour' is quite misleading too. It becomes more of a trade of emotional debt, and also a form of psychological warfare. You don't do things for others because you want to help him/her, you do it because you want the recipient of your 'kindness' to do something for you in the near future when you call for it/when you have any need for anything.
Should anyone blackmail you into doing anything for them simply because you owe him a 'favour', I have 2 words for you: Stay away.
But even if that someone doesn't blackmail you, you'd feel emotionally indebted to that person. Your mind would go like 'Hmm he helped me out of this before, so I should probably do this shit'.
The question here would be 'How many people are really true in helping out?'
There are no friends, only tools, and humans enjoy using each other. Because like I said, interdependency is what humans strive for. If I rely on you, I am a parasite, and no one wants emotional attachment, or in fact any form of attachment, to a parasite.
Like an old tool which has never failed you, you might feel the same way to your old friends, that you don't want to lose them. Because you know that you can rely on them and that feeling is mutual. I guess that's trust--that you know you can make them work for you, and that they could make you work for them. Trust lies in that interdependency between humans.
So..yea.
And like I said about 'being yourself', conformity is the basic rule of society. You conform to societal norms, and you are no longer 'being yourself'. If everyone yearns to be 'himself', we'd be seeing more intense public display of affections. People would be humping and getting all over each other on MRTs, which isn't that bad a thing actually because I'd get my free show.
I remember a case of a guy getting a blowjob from his girlfriend on the bus(and got caught, that's why it's called a case). I guess that guy is truly 'being himself', but it's not socially acceptable(nor legal), so in short...
he screwed up. Being yourself isn't that sought-after in society. This is proven in computers and systems as such. They don't have any deviations. They have a set norm. They work together to allow me to type out these pixels and upload them onto blogger. If they had any 'individuals', blogger might screw up on me, my keyboard could PMS all over me, and my mouse might be busy copulating to allow me to click.
To be able to be true to yourself in whatever you do? What constitutes being true to yourself?
Like, you do and say whatever you like? Or is there a deeper meaning to it? I'm not very sure either. Onoz, guess I've always been lying to myself.
Aiya, all in all, it's impossible to 'be yourself' because of social inhibitions and the ones you impose on yourself. You might inhibit yourself by thinking 'If I do this, my friends won't like me =\' when it's not true. A hypothetical form of social inhibition, and I'm thinking that this is what everyone tells everyone else to 'be yourself' about.
But one has to realize that should the preached change inherently because of the preacher, the preached isn't really acting on his own accord, is he? It just means that the preached has been, well, preached, and thus persuaded(goaded) into 'being himself'. How can a person persuaded to 'be himself' be himself then?
Which reminds me of those 'Be yourself Day' schools normally have to tell students that 'It's OK, we don't give a fuck about what you wear to school for one day, but don't reveal too much flesh and no tattoos and no miniskirts and no slippers and no...'
Face it, we're all students. To 'be ourselves' would be to be students. So just turn up for school in your own school uniform, why bother the fuck about such frivolous bullshit?
I'd just say that be comfortable with what you are and what you do. Or 'be natural' but that borders on being 'yourself'.
Walked the long road out of Eden with 2 of my tools yesterday. Yesterday meaning 18.6.09. Long road meaning from Parkway to Suntec City. Was walking along the beach, then the park, then the road got cut off by a construction site. We, uh, forgot to take the bus 36, so we had to walk. And we got lost in the concrete jungle in the middle of nowhere, and there was a tunnel(used by cars, duh) which led to nowhere in sight.
Here's a picture:
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So yea. And then we ended up having to walk along the expressway, and that was scary because I was recently informed that I've been cursed, and that I'd die of a freak accident. I was also the lagging strand, meaning the tool that was the most behind. And the cars just whirred by like nobody's business(OK it is nobody's business indeed), and I could feel the wind the cars create as they whizz-jizz past me. Around 20minutes on the expressway before we found the pedestrian sidewalk.
It was scary. But sexhilarating all the same.
Yea so we got to Suntec after like 2hours of walking around. It was a great relief when we finally found civilization though. The concrete jungle was rather much like a normal jungle please, it's like there are cars, but cars don't talk. There are lampposts, but they don't converse. There are roads, but they are treacherous. Even though we were in civilization already, it's just a different form of a jungle.
The cold steel knows not to talk. Come to think of it, it can't anyway.
When we got to Suntec City, we marveled at the number of pedestrian rules we broke. We hunted for 7-11 it's a store and more before getting on the MRT ride home. It was tiring and time-consuming but..
fucking fun.
-- 6/19/2009 12:43:00 AM
Sentosa trip. 17.06.09
Went to AMK library to do Pointless Work on Tuesday.Needed a socket to charge the laptop, but there was(were or was?) none available. We sighted a handphone plugged in to charge though, and the 2 girls I was with just stood there and eyepower-ed the guy because they didn't (anatomically) have the balls to go up to him to prompt him to give up the socket
So being me, I worked my magic. And he was OK with it.
What can we conclude from this sexperience?
Guys who charge their phones in public areas =/= inconsiderate--they're just being streetwise. Why charge your phone at home, and pay more for your electricity bills, if you can charge in public and waste the library's resources instead?
If you're really in need of that socket, just ask and ye shall be given. Not that my 2 friends were cursing the guy or thinking of him in a bad light(not that I know of, at least), but we can always see people going home to bitch about how that 'inconsiderate bastard took up the socket and left me without anywhere for my laptop, which SHOULD BE PRIORITIZED!!!111!!! The library's resources shouldn't be wasted here!!!111!!!'
Really, just ask and you shall be given. If you aren't, just report to the librarians or something. Or threaten to report if he/she refuses to give up the socket.
You blogging about how much that shit sucks doesn't hurt the shit at all, maybe the shit doesn't even know its hated. I'd charge my phone in the library if I had the chance, but I'd give it up if requested.
Which is why I cannot stand those hypothetical bloggers/complaint queens.
If you don't ask, and if the charging person doesn't have a telekinetic link to your brain(which is most probable), how is he going to know that you want the socket?
Don't accuse others of being inconsiderate if they don't even know what are they supposed to do for you. It's not in Man to think for EVERYONE AROUND THEM. If you have views on someone's actions, talk to him about it. Doing stupid stuff like getting all angry doesn't help, he doesn't get the point, he's unaffected, and you're the only person with burst blood vessels. Not economically beneficial.
Which is why I always try to keep my cool. And more often than not I talk in a very calm way even when I'm agitated. Maybe you can hear the exasperation in my voice(like me about to climax when someone walks in and I have to cover up, and I have to convince the intruder that I'm going to sleep soon, thank you very much for your concern, now go away) at times, but even then I don't raise my voice. OK I still do at times, but I think I'm getting better at this. I am so zai.
Coz seriously, you angry also no one care. It's another form of self-mutilation. And I always try not to do stupid stuff like that.
I was on the MRT to Harbourfront earlier today(Wednesday) when I saw a man give up his seat for a lady with 2 kids.
So I was thinking about the many blog posts by others about how un-gracious Singapore society is. Sure, there are people who spit everywhere(I'm a mild case), but isn't it a bit stupid to judge an entire society by its minority so that the minority is seen as the majority?
I sometimes watch the Paris and Milan or something, the 2000hrs-2030hrs Thursday show on Channel8.
Sure, it's funny, but merely a show ridiculing the Singaporean 'culture' wouldn't change anything. It just makes Singapore seem like an uglier place to live in.
I blogged about the importance of being kiasu once, and I think I make perfect sense, as I always do.
Like in the case of, say, taking the bus, if you know that a lot of people would take the bus at a certain hour, you'd try to take it slightly before that time, right? And when others follow suit, you get up even earlier. And blah blah blah and you got the point.
So anyway, went to Sentosa. Um. Yea. End of story. It wasn't very exciting, and to be honest, I'd rather have went to study. That says quite a lot. It was quite pointless going all the way to Sentosa, paying 3bucks to enter the freaking place, only to laze around eating chips and playing the occasional Captain's Balls/random 'monkey' games and the Frisbee.
OK, so I went for a swim with Darren, and that's about it. The others didn't join in. I think it's more of a scam for them this time round. Watched bikini babes walking around, but the quality is so bad I'd rather go sggirls.com and wank to pictures. I don't wank to pictures by the way. I don't even watch porn(as in seriously =.=).
But oh well you can say that it's a novel experience.
Which reminds me of the number of kids walking around fleshing 4/5 of their thighs like as if they're on the beach. You see all those people wearing FBTs walking around the streets? No it's not that I'm against them I'm for them, because that means more flesh for me to feast my eyes on, but I just think that's unhealthy that other people, or rather everyone else, can feast their eyes on the person in question, who cannot be termed as a victim because she is asking for it.
OK, the weather is hot(must apologize here coz I contribute to global warming by being hot =\) but that doesn't mean they have to:
1) Walk around fleshing 4/5 of your thighs.
2) Walk around scantily-clad.
I wear my short pants everywhere.
I have leg hair covering my inner thighs. I have double their insulation.
So why are they fleshing when I haven't done so?
I am a leg-man and yea. So if them kids are trying to attract attention my attention, they're doing it fine.
But I know that it's a sight I'd have to get used to.
And I had a chance, but I blew it due to lack of information. But then again, so what even if it happened? Chances don't just appear because things happen.
-- 6/17/2009 11:12:00 PM
Fuckbook.
It's tough to live in a pixellized world which is dominated by Facebook.It's weird when you see people adding you on facebook but not on MSN. I don't know what to say of such people. I mean like if you want to add me on facebook at least add me on MSN lah, it's more rounded this way and it's easier to talk if there's a need to.
If I didn't have facebook then you won't add me at all? Does this even begin to make sense?
I'd say that this is quite fucked up. You get an email address of your friend, and the first thing you do is check whether he/she has facebook or not. I think email addresses are meant for, as its name suggests, EMAILS.
Just because facebook is around doesn't mean that you have to prioritize adding your 'friend' on facebook rather than MSN first.
Also, it is very weird to be told that I am a friend of my friends only after 3months. When you add a friend, they put stuff like 'XXXXXXXX is now your friend'.
So XXXXXXX(I forgot how many X-es) was never my friend until facebook came along and helped us connect? Thanks for telling me who my friends are, facebook.
Not that I hate it, I play restaurant city there anyway. But that it is a bit weird to see people adding and talking to you through the facebook IM rather than through MSN.
I mean like, I KNOW MY FRIENDS. I know who they are, and I know who are 'friends' only in name in Facebook. I know it's taking over the lives of many, and intruding the lives of all users. If you clicked on the previous link you'd understand that stalkers on facebook can download the pictures of your camwhoring escapades and upload them as porn-like stuff on sites.
People don't know about cyber-wellness well enough. So much for being 'teenagers' and supposedly more matured.
I'm pedantic but I hope that that explains my post title. I only just named it after all, and wondered whether it fit in or not. Pardon me.
But I'm still waiting for that guy to add me on MSN.
I read the newspapers on Sunday. There was this article about a 4 year old boy who has his own laptop and spends hours on youtube and surfing the net and probably gaming.
And then I read about the other kids, their addiction, and how their parents 'control' their computer addiction(in a pussified way).
Look, parents(if any are reading in the first place), here's a good guide on how to teach your children.
You own them. They are your kids. I don't see how/why you can't stop them from playing the computer.
There are many ways to stop your kid from playing the computer.
1) Don't buy it. Even if you buy a computer, leave it in your room and keep it locked at all times. Business only.
2) Password protect it. Kids aren't entertained when they see a black screen at start-up with a small box requesting for a password when they don't have it.
3) Spike the chair. As in literally glue spikes onto the computer chair(make sure the chair isn't mobile and the computer can only be played there). This way the kid has to stand up and play, or sit down and play in pain. Either way, they'd be exercising and that's a plus.
I used to have dial-up connection, and we only get like 13hours of Internet connection every month. So whenever my sis/I wanted to play, we had to book-in(we had a small book for such registration purposes) and write down how many hours in total we played, if not we'd overshoot and have to pay extra.
Being taught frugality made me play less. And then broadband came along and screwed my life up.
But the moral of the story is, just deprive the kids of the computer and they will have to do stuff like play with marbles, watch TV, run around at the playground, and perhaps do homework.
I have a younger cousin who is addicted to the computer. His results(and him) are getting screwed. It's not like I didn't try stopping him, but that if the mother does weird stuff behind my back like telling him 'it's ok just carry on playing', there really is nothing I can do.
Sometimes I really want to beat him to whack some sense into him but I CAN'T. I love him a lot(as a cousin duh =.=) but I can't hit him because, well, he's my cousin. I don't have power over him. And speeches and scoldings doesn't work.
Which is why it pisses me off all over the place when the parents interviewed expressed in the article that 'they are grown up now, I can't control them, so the best I could do is limit them' or something along those lines. No shit? I told my mum that she can remove the computer if she really feels that I'm truly madly deeply addicted to the computer. But I also assured her that I'd probably go LAN or something.
But the kids in question are like primary school students, and a freaking 4 year old. Like wtf you can't control a 4 year old kid? You aren't fit to be a parent. Not that I am, but I'm pretty damn sure that I can at least stop my kids from playing the computer.
After all I'd rather my kids hate me than love the computer more than me.
I can't say I'm not addicted to gaming, but I can assure everyone that I'd rather go out and play than stay at home and stone in front of pixels just to wait for things to happen. I don't really enjoy going out, but it all depends on the company and the point in going out.
How does this all relate to the newspaper article? The article is bullshit. You, as a parent, can control your child. You have the rights to smack him/her whenever you want to. Don't say that you can't, you can, because we're not Canada(it's illegal to hit your children there).
Just whack, it brings the point across clearly. If you're looking for an example of a man with perfect moral fibre and character due to caning you're reading the blog of one such person.
You're born with hands to:
1) Write
2) Eat
3) Beat
4) Wank,
so why shortchange your hand when it can do so much more than to write and eat with?
Which reminds me, some of those kids are already using 'social networking sites'(ie paedophile haven), such as facebook. These are the people who'd grow up to be like the person I mentioned above--the kind that adds you only on facebook.
By the way the moral of the story regarding the facebook guy above is that he's not interested in friendship, he's interested in viewership and headcounts of how many 'friends' he has. So linking back to here, kids would grow up to learn more about this headcount shit. Tell me there's a point.
I know people are lazy and probably won't bother clicking the link above so I'd quote the ending of his post:
If you love your kids, love them enough to beat them so that they don't grow up to be idiots.
-- 6/16/2009 12:13:00 AM
Your life. Waste it.
This is the reason why I keep telling my women to cover up:That site has been around since I was Sec1(and perhaps way before that).
Given the way some of my women act, I won't be surprised to see them up there someday, labelled a slut or something along those lines.
Your life. Waste it.
I added a teacher I had when I was sec1 on facebook just today. Found that she was married yesterday. And her facebook account was flooded by a shitload of pictures of the wedding and stuff like that.
Then I looked around at all my friends who've already gotten themselves their 'other half'.
No comments. Maybe it's sour grapes anyway.
Which reminds me of pictures. I was at my grandmother's birthday dinner on Saturday night. This is my father's side, so I'm not close to my cousins at all. So anyway there was this cousin of mine who kept camwhoring with her brother. I don't know how to judge the looks of a boy, because the only male I have my eyes for is myself, but I never found him good-looking. All I know was that he was playing with his long fringe(a rather affirmative nod towards him being a 'metrosexual', and everyone knows what I think of them).
I really don't know what is he playing at. Get a life, get a haircut.
Which reminds me of such dinners where you sit at the table and stone for the entire proceeding. It is pointless, and rather hypocritical. The restaurant gives you like a 10 servings per dish they deal out, or around 10 servings. The table I was sitting at only has 9 people. The last serving is normally left alone, and everyone nods to each other, giving the go-ahead sign. It's like all the cars unmoving despite all the green lights--it doesn't make sense.
Just eat lah. Yet we all know the severe social repercussions we'd suffer, like being labelled greedy, inconsiderate, and possibly fat(by the people who were wishing that you'd give the food up to them, because petty cursing is the in thing).
I remember this story(again from a stupid Chinese comprehension text) about 10 people in such a setting, and there was one chicken wing left on the plate. They started pushing the chicken wing around because they wanted to be polite.
There was a blackout and as characteristic of blackouts, there is no light, and shortly after, there was a blood-curdling scream.
When the lights came back, it appeared that there was a 'thief' who wanted to eat the chicken wing(stuck her hand in to take the wing), while the other 10 people stabbed hard in the dark at the chicken wing with their forks.
Guess that spoke volumes of humans.
-- 6/15/2009 01:17:00 AM
Can't forget; still remember.
I heard this story of a very intelligent kid. Around 4years old I think.Its mother(not sure about its gender) showed it a video of children living in slums, searching for food in the rubbish dumps just to get past the day. The mother was trying to teach the kid about why it shouldn't waste food, because there are other kids out there suffering from poverty.
After thinking for awhile(yes, children do think, unlike most mindless teenagers), it replied:
But if I don't throw the food then the poor children can't find food in the rubbish dumps already =\
I can't see myself coming up with such an answer(and meaning it) when I was that young. Guess it'd grow up to be a very intelligent person, and hope it'd use its intelligence in the 'correct' way.
I went back for the NCC annual camp yesterday, for 2d1n of the 4d3n sexperience.
It turned out to be a welfare camp. The food was damn good, with meat > rice(I got to experience that first hand, for free). And there was supper in the form of Canadian pizza. They all had to pay more though, and it's quite interesting how their camp fees are around 3 times ours.
We ate shitty-vege-filled meals last time, for 3 years, and now they have delicious meat.
No wonder Cat High is getting more and more cats. The food thrown away is used to feed cats, and what do cats do when they are filled? They fill each other. Then they have more cats.
And no I'm not dissing you kids, there's a shitload of cats in Cat High. Walk around and you see them at night, everywhere. It's quite freaky when you're trying to do a solo nightwalk when the cats are prowling around. I mean like I'm a tiger but they should show me that respect and get the hell out of my way right? Rather than stone there and look into my eyes while I stare back and try to get my most murderous 'chi' to get it out of my way.
Somehow my tiger aura just doesn't show. The killing intent just isn't there. Guess I'm supposed to be a nice, gentle(but huge), reconciliatory guy.
Something I can live with.
It's quite scary how one expires systematically. I think I posted about this before after the P5 camp, but this concept is once again reinforced with this NCC camp. It's like I don't know what to do with the kids, with the people running the camp, and I don't want to get in the way of the people in-charge now, so I just stone around and point stuff out(if they can't see the stuff in the first place). And after next year, once again, expire, fade out, let others do this 'point-the-shit-out' job.
Expiring experiences is quite sad. I'm never one to regret stuff that I did, but now I begin to wonder whether I could've made my Cat High experience more valuable not, and whether I've made the best use of the past 4 months in AJC.
But there really is no point lamenting over shit like that, because the more one laments, the more time he wastes, and the more regrettable things he'd commit(by simply wasting time in the past).
Anyway there really is no point talking about how the annual camp is a leisure camp, but the school can be quite freaky.
I was walking alone on the track, and it's like damn dark, and damn far from civilization. It got quite freaky, and I was ready to jump at shadows. Sometimes I don't know why I force myself to do the things I do, but it's always an interesting sexperience to see myself at work.
The moon was beautiful though it isn't sexactly round. The darkness was unsettling, yet peacefully so. The sky was so dark that the moon illuminated the ground gently. It was a rather weird experience, but yea. I felt safe with the moon shining on me. =\
Should have done this long ago but oh well. Might have scared me out of my wits if Edward Becharas(did I even spell his name correctly =.=) appeared to play basketball with me, but that's a comical story anyway.
I didn't dare to walk into the primary school side though. The darkness there looks impenetrable, and definitely foreboding. The warm, gentle glow of the moon wouldn't reach the depths of darkness the primary school side harbour, and knowing my limits I knew it was best not to do the nearest thing to suicide.
I should probably stop missing the stuff that I should let go.
If you people don't already know, I'm quite a traditional man and I think that the reputation of a girl is like damn important. Which is why it's weird when I want to show someone that I care about her, but when people might think I'm interested in her or something. It is very weird when all you want to do is like show that you make a, y'know, big brother kind of feel so that you can give your women a sense of security.
Then people mistake that and shit gets around and you feel that you've harmed her instead.
No it's not that it's happened to me yet, but that I fear it would. It's not a good thing to be associated with a testosterone-charged male (;
-- 6/08/2009 12:56:00 AM
3 tits to becoming a happy person.
I like eyes. I just realized that I like them a lot, and my woman/women can not have eyes I cannot agree with, if not they won't be mine in the first place. There's something about eyes, and I trust them, and I believe that I won't get scammed by eye-owners when I am comfortable with their eyes.Or maybe it's just me, and that I screwed up there in the course of 'growing up' and forgot to be careful of everyone.
I should make an exception for a cute girl who has scary eyes. I should add her on MSN. I've got nothing to lose anyway, I've never really treasured/cherished anything and she doesn't seem capable of murder.
Awright I shall. But it's been a long time since I last added anyone(I always wait for people to add me) so it'd be a bit weird. I mean, like, I expect people to add me instead, that's why I'm always sorely disappointed =\
Which reminds me, there really isn't a need to do exceptionally well in anything just to be proud of yourself. I don't think I've excelled in any aspects of life as of yet, like I don't do exceptionally well in school(nor do I fare too badly), I don't have the best of luck in gambling, I'm not well-loved(though I am well-liked (; ), I'm not as physically fit as the-boy-next-door, I'm not even the best in gaming.
But I like my life as it is.
How many people out there are the best in what they do? The best would mean being one of the select top few, and that's quite tough to be, and it comes with diligence(and a lot of that too). Why expect yourself to be the best in whatever you do when you can't, and be sorely disappointed? Just do your best, if you do well, good for you, if you don't do well, well, you can't do that badly anyway.
One doesn't need to have something BIG/HUGE to be proud of to lead a meaningful life/have confidence. One doesn't need to (s)excel in something to be happy.
So here are some tips from me, and why I'm almost always happy (;
1) Be a rubbish bin. Like, let my friends shit all over me because I tolerate shit well. It's good to make people feel good. It makes me JIMP(jizz in my pants).
2) Help random people. Like, yea. It makes me feel useful, like the 'oh I helped someone I did a good did and now I can JIMP' kind of useful.
3) Wank. AMAP(as much as possible).
I never bother thinking of myself. I like the stuff I do(maybe not Travian, but otherwise it's still OK), I like the way I was brought up and the way I'm carrying myself(though sometimes I'm bit sian-ed coz I scare kids away even when I tone down on the sexual innuendos), I like many things about myself, am proud to be the way I am, blah blah blah.
In short, contented.
So why not you? Simply because you have high expectations of yourself. It's the work-for-big-house-or-enjoy-cosiness-of-small-house kind of thing.
If you can't succeed then just change your mentality and you'd be one happy man.
I'm sure all of you noobs have heard of the story of the carrot, egg, and tea leaves. The part about throwing them into boiling water and observing their changes.
I don't see what's wrong with changing oneself to suit one's environments. There's this old stupid saying that goes 'In Rome, do as Romans do'. I say it's stupid because I'm teutonic. So anyway, here's the catch:
Not everyone can be tea leaves. Besides, if there are so many tea leaves around, the resultant mixture would not be fit for consumption. Like, I won't drink a mixture of tea, coffee(I'm not into coffee, nor yuanyangs), and whatnot.
Humans are similar, but not identical. The strength of the 'coffee' brewed by the human himself would be different too.
What I'm trying to say is that while you may try to change the environment to suit you, there would be others who are changing it to suit them.
Why so competitive? Chillax and sit down and observe as things happen. Who said anything about the inability of humans to just observe, and not be changed nor change things?
Ah see? That's an example of an overused story. Everyone just bothers about the moral of the story, but not what the moral of the story suggests. Again with the individuality(selfishness) of humans, the 'It applies to me so I should busy myself with the moral of the story', forgetting that some of the other people who heard this overused story might be doing the same thing too.
I remember this story too. The elders told me that I have to finish up my rice if not my future(hypothetical) wife would have pimples/acne all over her face.
And so I finished my rice. No single grain was left. And I still do that now, that's why you won't see any grains of rice left on my plate if I were eating rice in the first place.
OK actually there were no 'morals' of the story. It's not even a story, it's a warning. Was effective in making me eat up though. I shall keep this up with my kids too. It's a lie, but I haven't actually mastered the art of lying (;
OK the post is getting more and more random so I shall just end off now.
-- 6/07/2009 01:36:00 PM
Bowling ball.
Stop wearing such revealing clothings if you don't want your children to take after you.Stop plugging in your earphones when your children is talking if you don't want your children to plug-in when you speak.
Stop texting when your child is talking to you if you don't want them to multi-task back at you when you're trying to talk to them.
I was on the MRT to Bugis just now when I saw a young lady with her sis/daughter. I couldn't really tell because the lady looks quite young, like almost as if around my age, but she was wearing those supposedly more matured clothes. Which was like a short dress, and it's the kind that does not have any straps on the shoulders. Not sure what it's called, but whatever, I'm not tuned into fashion anyway.
So she was just talking to the child(a rather cute kid too), with her earphones plugged in.
If songs could talk she won't need the child around. So please, for fuck's sake, GIVE THE CHILD SOME RESPECT.
Look at her when you talk, and not at the pixels of your handphone. Listen to her, and not the songs you're playing.
I thought these stuff were common sense but apparently common sense is lacking in most humans these days.
And they wonder why their kids are talking to the songs and not them.
And stop sexing everything up. It's like everywhere I go, I see provocative advertisements in my face, and women walking around scantily-clad. No, seriously, I'd rather look into a girl's eyes and talk to her than talk to her boobs. And I'd rather do something else to boobs than just talking.
On age of humour:
I believe that people's definition of funny changes as he grows. I mean that much is obvious. I used to think that it's tickling to watch teletubbies running around chasing after that stupid vacuum cleaner because it ate some biscuits, or them running around finding Tinkie Winkie's purple handbag.
But not anymore. It's lame. It's stupid. I outgrew that stage.
So perhaps in years to come, I'd realize that my final countdown 'feat' isn't as funny as I thought it to be. See the difference maturity brings about? So what's funny today may become lame in years to come. It's like newspapers becoming oldspapers.
I don't think that I find clowns particularly funny, and I never enjoyed them when I was around 10, so I don't know why are they so tickled. I guess I have a relatively developed sense of humour even back then when I was 10. I'm guessing it has got to do with intelligence which I normally find myself to be in abundance with.
So much to say, yet can't be conveyed through public means. =\
Went to buy bowling ball just now. It is weird how it set me back by $250. But oh well. I never really thought of sports as something which costs, but really, that isn't the case now.
Remember me talking about how advertisers sex things up just to attract attention?
Look at all the sports shops around, they put hot girls, bikini babes, add a lot of water, make them look sexy, and do push-ups, and use them as posters for advertisements. Who do they claim their advertisement fees from? Customers of course.
A basketball player would need to buy sports shoes. The really hardcore kind would buy high-end, specialized shoes(if they exist in the first place) and that would definitely cost. Quality costs, after all.
Just for that small little technological edge over your competitor, you're willing to spend thousands. Makes sense. Sports should be a hobby. It is not a job, and you're supposed to enjoy it. And enjoying something doesn't mean dominating in that field.
The world doesn't make sense, but that's the way the world is supposed to be.
Once again I'm musing at a late hour without much thoughts. It's just random and yea. Hope you found it a waste of time, but I'm always with a consolation stick for you to suck on if you feel that it has been a waste of time.
-- 6/05/2009 02:23:00 AM
P5 camp 09
It is very wrong for a guy to stare into your butt as you walk, or do cheers, or just basically be in a position which exposes your back of your pants. And I do very wrong stuff at times without the intention to be wrong, but it's something that can't be helped.Or maybe it could be, but it's not prioritized, which is why it still isn't 'helped'.
Went for P5 camp. I won't talk about how screwed up the kids and certain fellow facilitators were, but sentry duty was fun.
The teachers opened up the computer lab for the senior facilitators to play CS/do homework. So we all didn't get too much sleep, but we still functioned properly because we are senior facilitators.
And that's about how interesting it was. I really didn't do much, being in Saikhang Academy and that's about it. Running around here and there, trying to get junior facilitators to move, prep talks, stuff like that. =\
We've got to train new blood, because I expire next year. After J2 is NS, and it's weird to come back. It's like..weird. NCC Land makes us faint(pass out), so we should fade out here too. But there's no planning stages for us to 'step down' and 'pass on'.
I regret not joining when I was sec1/2. But on hindsight, even if I did, I won't know what to do when I'm in sec1. The sec1 facils are like..well let's just say they haven't unleashed their full potential and I can only hope that their potential is boundless.
I still get a bit depressed when I think about it. It's like we're growing up and we know that we are growing up and that we know that there are things we cannot do when we grow up because we're too senior for that.
If only we didn't have to expire. But that's wishful thinking, and I don't think I'd want to go back as a PE teacher just to run a P5 camp. I'm always a bit sad when camps end because it's the end of an experience, and whether good or bad it's still a memorable one because camps are meant to be memorable. And so are the experiences that comes along with camps.
But yea, one has to move on. I know it's impossible for us to keep staying and hogging up the place because yea, we'd just keep hogging and that is not good for obvious reasons. As mentioned, one has to move on.
But it's quite painful if you know that you're moving on. It's like you know when you are going to die. It is a bit weird to say the least. And definitely not healthy.
I can never say that I've done a good job for a camp, not because I didn't do well or participate enough, but because I know a lot of things could've been done better, and that I hardly judge my own performance myself.
Which is why I don't mark my homework myself.
But yea, this time was just saikhang all the way and I know no one really cares about my role in camps, much less P5 camps. :c
I don't know how to end off this rather meaningless post. So yea.
And when I don't know how to end stuff off, I throw youtube links.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3x4HvXTyGQ
But nothing ever happens;
and I wonder.
-- 6/03/2009 08:48:00 PM
Travian-Server4.
In Travian, there are many servers. Each server would last for around 13months, and it'd end.Before it ends, it gets to the endgame. Like chess like that. And during the endgame, one has to build the wonder of the world to level100 before he/she wins the server.
And while you build, another 12players are building. And they would attack you and destroy your world wonder/infrastructure to build the world wonder. So you have to defend yourself.
And once the level100 is reached, the game ends, you can't build or attack anyone else anymore, you can't move a shit.
And so ends your account. The account you've been playing for 13months.
Server 4 ended on Saturday. Server 4 was my first Travian server, and although I started late, it was still fun.
It accompanied me through some crazy shit. I started it at..I forgot when, but that was because Kai Sheng and Leonard were playing it. I thought it looked interesting and stuff so I joined in.
I played it before the O's. It was like running down to the library every break we had just to click and build, click and build, before resuming lessons. I guess I forced the 2 people mentioned above to do the same. I think I set my own account on 29.10.2008, 10.12PM. So yea, it's been around for quite some time.
I remember running to the library to play it after any O level paper. I remember playing it in the library at the end of the O's, where we started to slack and chill-out and deprive the China scholars of their porn-watching activities(it's true, the computer had traces of porn-watching) and making them go 'tsk!'-ing at us.
I remember waking up early everyday during the holidays just to check on the game. I normally sleep at 3 and wake up in the afternoon, but thanks to Travian, I sleep for around 6hours only. I'd just wake up normally at 9+ just to play. Addicted, yes.
I remember getting kicked by an alliance leader and getting attacked by 'her'. I felt sick. I stayed up till 6plus just to check. And I thought 22 attacking paladins was a strong force.
I remember getting defended by Kai Sheng in this saga and eventually surviving.
I remember getting home from a chalet, shacked, and still stayed up to train settlers to found my 15c village.
I remember dreaming about my villages getting attacked, and even seeing the exact timings of the attacks.
There's so much to mention, yet it's all about pixels.
S4,
you will be missed. =\
Travian reflects quite alot about life actually.
Like how I just can't chief you.
Like how there's a huge difference between people who are gold-users and people who are not.
Like how my defenses would just get raped by a large force.
Like how the distance between you and me are shown distinctly.
Like how 'impossible' is spelt in my face.
Will be away for 3d2n. Hope it helps.
EQ is defined as knowing the way of the world, and swaying with the wind. There is no room for backbone, as it'd just be broken. What's one to many millions? Nothing. You can only conform. You have no choice. And when you conform, you are well-liked because everyone likes people similar to them. The people with above-average intelligence is shunted, and the same is true for the people with below-average intelligence.
That's why it goes like 'birds of a feather'.
And everyone must learn how to strike a balance between personal opinions and public opinions, because personal opinions must give way to public ones. There is no room for individuals in all societies.
And as I said, EQ is about knowing how to deal with people. Backstabbing is a way of dealing with people, too.
I'm running out of steam. I need my sleep. I need to wake up early tomorrow. Oh well.
Oh and I redefined 'charisma'. I think that being charismatic equates to you having the ability to make people do your stuff for you.
I want to be charismatic (:
And I seriously don't want pixels to be my sole form of hairpenis =\
And I want to retain my dicknity.
-- 6/01/2009 12:25:00 AM