Education is a whore.
School is getting from boring to boring into my anus. It's pathetic that I feel so much relief for the weekends, it's like an inflated and heavily exaggerated form of PE.H1N1 can't kill--school can. Save us from the mass execution that takes place in schools everyday as our intelligence gets slowly eroded, I don't want to die of stupidity. =\
There's a public enemy. The weird thing is that he doesn't feel the animosity the class has against him?
This is actually a subtle nod to the two-facedness of my class, and it's amusing, and scary, how good my friends could be at politics in the near future.
I keep comparing what that guy does and what I do on a daily basis, and I realize that we aren't very different. Perhaps it's because I don't like people emulating me. Imitating is the highest form of flattery, but there's copyrights to follow.
And it's hard for me to tell him that his friends for a few months are starting to dislike him when I don't even know the source of this animosity.
And I really don't have anything else to update about, except that education is a whore.
And there's no point whining about it. =.=
-- 7/31/2009 09:03:00 PM
Hiiex.
I wanted to blog about how leadership roles in school counts for nothing in this day and age(not that it ever would), but I decided not to.Oh wait, I just did.
There are always people way out of your league. Not, it's not that you're below them, or above them. It's just different. Different? How so? Let's take education for example.
It is very hard for someone who is like say the brightest pupil in the level to talk to the dumbest one. It's not about discrimination, it's about inability to relate. This inability to relate may culminate into discrimination, but until then it's simply inability to relate.
It's a lack of exposure, the 2 are unlikely to be friends, not now, not ever. Simply because they are on the different ends of spectrum of education. Because they have different friends. Because they have different capabilities.
It's not that the dumbest one is dumb, it's just that he might be the dimmest in terms of academic brilliance. But people label him as dumb anyway, and that's understandable because academic brilliance is a lateral translation of intelligence.
Not wait, I'm sidetracking. I'm talking about how these 2 people are in different leagues.
Because they are in different classes, because of their different backgrounds and learning ability, they are sieved out and arranged in classes which are best suited for them. So they have different friends, they hang out with different people, and they turn out, for the better or worse, differently.
Life is full of differences. Why bother trying to cross this border, to change your league, to enter a league not known to you, simply because you think that that league is better than the one you're currently in? There is supposed to be a fixed ratio for all the leagues in the world. Leagues here would be like:
1) class
2) race
3) ability
4) pay
5) Justice
And by the league I mean like the friends of the person around the target. Let's say I want to get to know a Liverpool player. The player's friends would undoubtedly be rich, because the rich mixes with the rich. So how could I hope to join the rich? It is impossible, there is no common ground, there are no common topics, there are no mutual friends.
I should stop trying to cross-leagues.
Oh, which reminds me of Liverpool. I feel very sad for the Singapore team. It says a lot when you're playing at home, and you're not cheered on by your family members. Seriously, what happened to being patriotic around 3 weeks before National Day?
Is Liverpool, a football club, more important than a country, YOUR country?
To be fair I don't really watch football, nor do I really care about Liverpool or any other football clubs in general, but I have my national pride.
Speaking of which reminds me of the national song, the one they play before, and during the national day. It sucks. The lyrics blur into the music, there is no climax, there is no feeling of pride for the country. Not like the older ones, which I'd be playing a lot these few days.
Can they stop writing songs that suck? I have some nice ones, people can ask me for them:
1998- Kit Chan's 'Home', both English and Chinese*
1999- Evelyn Tan's 'Together'
2000- Evelyn Tan's '心连心‘
2000- Fann Wong's 'Moments of Magic'
2001- Tanya Chua's 'Where I belong', both English and Chinese*
2002- Stephanie Sun's 'We will get there', both English and Chinese*
2003- Stephanie Sun's 'One United People', both English and Chinese*
2006- Kaira Gong's 'My Island Home', both English and Chinese*
*each sold separately(joking, later have copyright law :c )
And there's 'Reach out for the skies' by Rui En and Taufik Batisah, but I forgot which year it came out on =.=
One more thing about Liverpool: There's no need to be crazy over them. You admire their soccer, you admire their game, but you don't have to admire their person.
You don't have to go around chasing them all over Singapore. There is no dignity in that. It's a one-sided experience. You chase them on your feet while they sit on their boat. You take your pictures, spamming your pixels and memory card space, while they sit around not bothered by you.
It's a one-sided experience--you are happy for them, and they are happy for themselves.
You have your own life, you have your own league to stick in with, you have your own social circle.
They are just humans with a lot of money on televisions.
They are still humans, and you are, too.
Everyone is great in his way. There's no need to idolize anyone.
Just realized that I just blogged random shit. But what's below won't be random--it happens only once every year(like all other annual occasions):
Happy birthday.
-- 7/26/2009 12:45:00 AM
400th post.
There are people who are just not liked. I remember coming across a Jap song with lyrics along the lines of how 'Everyone is born to be loved'. That is utter bullshit.Have you met someone in your life that you just isn't pleasing to your eye? Not that you even know him, but that seeing him just turns you off from speech--you just don't want to talk to him.
And why? Because there's 'something' about him that you don't like, even though you can't quite put a finger on what exactly it is that you don't like about that person.
It's not that that person is damn ugly, or appear to be damn stupid. This dislike stems from something that's intangible, and perhaps that's why you 'just don't like him'.
I'd attribute this to 'aura'. There are people that you simply like, not because they look good or smell good, but that there's something to them that just draws you to them.
It's not animal magnetism, it's just different from animal magnetism. I think that animal magnetism differs between people, ie A can like B, but C may not like B.
What I'm referring to is when everyone likes B.
OK it may be animal magnetism after all. Except that B has a lot of it.
I'd rather attribute it to 'aura' though. Not that it could be scientifically explained at all.
I had this experience with a guy whom I didn't like. It was very weird. It was just me stoning around doing nothing when he suddenly came up to me and started asking me random questions about my CCA.
I didn't like the experience at all. I disliked him, from his face to his paunch, and I didn't dare to venture below the waist.
When my friends asked me why I don't like him, I couldn't come up with an answer. I just made some vague reference to his 'aura' as I've mentioned several times earlier.
And not surprisingly, my friends agreed with me. We didn't like him one bit.
And because we didn't like him, we started exaggerating his stupidity. Face it, everyone has a bit of stupidity within themselves, like doing epic fail things, and missing out on stuff, being blur, doing stupid actions after doing well in a certain thing, almost as if it's a victory sign, and we laughed at that too.
It's not that he pissed us off, or intentionally pissed us off. It's just that we didn't like him in the first place. We didn't like him, we weren't receptive to him, we ostracized him, and we basically didn't allow him to enter the Men's corner. Or at least we were very averse to that idea, and when he did join we were turned off.
And whenever he cracks jokes, we don't bother recognizing his efforts to integrate with us. We laughed at him silently, and not at his jokes.
I'm not sure if the others went through this thought process, but I was like 'Eh I think I'd have done the same thing too'. Like, crack the same stupid jokes and do stupid stuff and things like that.
But why am I not ostracized? Is it because of my 'aura', or simply because of my own, more socially acceptable, disposition?
Or is it simply because I've known this group of friends for a longer period of time, and thus they are able to accept my weird behaviour?
It is interesting how the same person can react differently to the same thing done by other people.
One starts wondering 'why', and there's no definite answer. Or at least I've yet to find one. Perhaps charisma?
I don't really regard myself as a social animal. I stick out at times(quite often. OK most of the time), and I don't really see a need for me to stick to any particular groups. I don't have the 'sense of belonging' to people, but I won't attribute that to being a 'lone wolf', because I am a tiger.
It's more of a 'don't need' kinda mentality. And people who are like me, or at least act like me, try to attribute this to 'loneliness'.
They forget that they are only acting cool. I don't have to act cool--I am cool. But that's not the point.
Loneliness is being affected by a depressing feeling of being alone. Which means that the victim isn't actually enjoying his 'loneliness', because there's nothing to enjoy about being lonely.
No one can enjoy loneliness. It's either
1) A valiant attempt to look cool. But it can only remain an attempt because it's stupid.
2) A fatal misunderstanding of the word. Which ultimately converges on the point of 'stupidity'.
If you think you're enjoying 'loneliness', it's probably 'solitude' you're feeling--that you're independent of the world, that you are OK, and can live without, and perhaps enjoy living without, other people around your life when you're doing certain things.
Like, I like my peace and quiet on my way back home alone. I like doing certain things alone, and there are things that one can only do alone, ie wanking.
And it's not like solitude is a 'cool' thing to do, it's a normal thing to do. There are social animals who cannot live without others, and there are sociopaths who cannot live with other people around. We are considering the case of the average human.
There's nothing 'cool' about 'loneliness', nor 'solitude'. Everyone can have a solitary existence, and everyone has their private time alone when nature calls.
'oh...i was alone at home, facing the four walls, and then i realized that i am all alone in this world. what is this feeling..? is this loneliness..? it's supposed to hurt right..? why am i..enjoying this moment? have i gotten used to it? i am cool..'
That is utter bullshit.
'i was on my way home and i was alone. of course, i'm always alone. it's not like i need friends, because i'm too cool for friends. i don't need them. i enjoy my ride alone. i am cool...'
That too is utter bullshit.
Everyone can see how bullshitty those 2 statements are.
Bullshit reminds me of something epic that happened on Monday.
I was playing Travian in the school library when...
And I know that I can never see computers the same way again =\
Oh yea and as title suggests, this is my 400th post. Big deal(do)
-- 7/22/2009 07:32:00 PM
Dicknity pwns all.
What I looked for was a friendship. What you looked for was a conversation. Now that you've had your share of fun it's time for me to go back under my rock.Come to think of it I've been trying to write a new blog post for a long time now. Keep failing though, some stuff were..weird to write.
But anyway I'm really quite lost as to what to blog about. It's like there's so much I'd like to say but so much pride at stake.
Between my dicknity and my emotional state I choose my dicknity.
-- 7/13/2009 10:52:00 PM
Shoot the Skinny.
So we had GP on Friday and one bloody group decided to present on anorexia. I know I've blogged about anorexia before, but I've decided to take a softer stand towards anorexic people because they deserve help.Not.
There are people starving to death because they have no food, and you're talking about not eating food because you don't want to get fat?
There's always a choice about life. It's either live to eat, or eat to live.
If you don't eat at all, you're not choosing to live. Just die.
It's not even attractive. I was cringing with my balls shriveling up and me hating the group for that presentation because it killed my boner/potential boners in that day. OK that's an overstatement. But I can't stand skinny women.
It's like, I can't fuck them. Not that I see women in a 'fuckable' kind of light, but that I can't touch skinny women because I'm not a gentleman. It's just embarrassing to have to call the ambulance after one minute of action because she 'broke a bone'. Not to mention the exasperation of a deflating dick as you see your efforts in trying to get laid go up in smoke.
Not that I love fat women, but that I enjoy more meat than size-0. But I know I prefer eating lard than trying to find the bak in bak kut. It is disturbing how those freaks of nature walk around defiling the earth while thinking that they are perfect and sexy because they are skin-and-bones. There is only one perfect person, and she's not anorexic.
Seriously, just forcefeed these unhealthy people food. There is no need for 'human rights' here, because they are depriving themselves of the rights to eat food in the first place. If the government forces them to eat, and fatten up, it's just an act of restoring their rights. Isn't that good? You let them live again.
Also, cut the bullshit on all the psychotherapy. If it failed once it probably would fail again. I suggest genocide for repeat offenders. If they still choose to appear more 'beautiful' over their lives, just shoot them. It's only a matter of time before they die anyway. Better to kill them before they infect others with their pro-anorexic sentiments, and having a nation full of dying women.
Anorexic people are like cancer cells--cure quickly. Or remove the tumour ASAP. There's no need for the cancer to spread throughout the nation.
They are eyesores. 'Shape up or shape out.'
I was summoned to IMM on Friday to an autograph session. Being a keen observer, I observed that when the guy was performing his songs, everyone of his fans with a decent camera would wave their tool in the air hoping to capture him in a pixellized form.
So there I was, wondering whether such an experience is worth it or not. Being humans, you'd look at the thing you're taking through the tool you're taking the thing with, otherwise known as looking through the camera screen.
So here's my question: Why look through the pixellized screen when you can watch the performance live?
I mean it's quite cool to be able to capture your idol in performance with your own soul-capturing device, but is it really the soul of the performance you're catching? I mean like I have eyes, and I know my eyes have a higher resolution than any camera I can possess(take into consideration that I'm poor).
If I wanted videos of my idol, I'd go on Youtube to find them. Take for my own? Naw. I'd rather enjoy the whole performance with my own eyes and not through a screen.
Is that really what people call 'experiencing'? I'd rather not use bionic eyes, I prefer mine naked.
This is what I got from a person on my MSN:
Some atheists are so stupid they need to get their facts right before they start an arguement with a christian.
First, it isn't a very convincing statement if argument is spelt incorrectly:
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/arguement
But that aside, facts as in from the Bible? If I were an atheist I probably won't know much about the Bible, because if I were an atheist I'd think that the Bible is an over-popular storybook not worth wasting my time over.
Here's something to chew on:
http://www.funnymotivationalposters.net/poster/THE+BIBLE.html
So ends a relatively random post.
-- 7/11/2009 01:37:00 AM
What is she doing nao? =\
I am kept in the wake of her beauty, wondering where she is now and what is she doing.Is she be eating dinner now, seeing as they are behind us by one hour?
Is she be watching TV with her family?
Is she be studying or doing something now?
Oh wait she's definitely doing something now. It's just that I don't know what is she doing.
How quaint it is that we could all be looking at the same moon, experiencing the same sun, but leading such different lives and under such different skies and speaking in different tongues.
Now, seriously..what is she doing nao? =\
It is quite easy to lose yourself in this world, because everything you're exposed to can erode your guiding principles in life. I did mention about the clichéd story about the tea leaves shit, and how not everyone can be that.
It's like the 'harmful rays of the sun', it increases chances of mutation in your cellular level, which would change you, slowly but surely, into someone you were not originally.
But is that necessarily a bad thing? It's like getting a tan. There is no such thing as a healthy tan, as it just means that your skin cells mutated. But it makes you more heat-resistant in a way because you won't get sunburnt anymore/as often as others. Change isn't that bad a thing after all, it's the way you see it.
Some people like to be white and beautiful, but they miss out on the sun this way. The glorious sun that shines upon the goddess in Bangkok. I can never miss out on the chance to bask in the beauty of the sun, and hers.
OK no link. So those people do not want that change, but really, it's all about your own perception of the change you're undergoing.
No one wants cancer after all. That mutation isn't good.
But how you look at how you're being transformed would be how you react to it. I'm normally not bothered by things and people around me, or I try to be indifferent to people that I'm not related with and things that piss me off, because in my previous blog post I stated that I like, and go for, mutual experiences.
Yes that's the same for sex, I won't want to have sex and pull out after I'm spent without letting my woman experience small deaths.
Oh wait that's not the point.
I was talking about transformations. It's impossible to remain unchanged throughout your entire life. But as long as your principles are the same, you've more or less retained your sanity.
Also, definitions are definitive. Hold yourself to what you think you are, and hold it with pride. Stick to your own principles, and never allow others to shake them, not even your closest friends. As long as it's not morally wrong, it just needs tweaking/fine-tuning every here and there. How you execute your principles is the only thing you need to alter to suit the occasion and company.
And you can try to read between the lines, I'd be quite clear in this. Don't want to keep you guessing that you're the intended audience.
Which reminds me, sanity is subjective. A looney may find himself mentally sound, but we supposedly 'know better'. But who really is the winner?
'A casual walk down a lunatic asylum proves that faith does not prove anything.'
I think that everyone has his own forest, his own grasslands, his own plains, all in his mind. That's his real sanctuary, his inner world, where no one can penetrate. People hide in it from time to time, because as everyone probably already knows, the world is cruel, though how cruel the world is I have no experience yet. But either way there's always a protection mechanism in the brain which would make people retreat into this shell. It's like a bomb shelter, and I know I use it from time to time too. But we always are able to get out. Insane people don't.
But what's wrong with being stuck in this mechanism?
Insane would be the word to describe people who hide, heal, and come out just to get hurt again.
I mean like if I were caught in a crossfire I'd probably just lie low. Fear of death keeps me there, it's only common sense.
Doesn't that make us all 'sane' people insane then?
It's just a matter of will.
This is purely random shit.
-- 7/09/2009 09:02:00 PM
End of AYG 09
I don't let people bother me if I'm not bothering them. Don't take that at face level, what I mean is that I don't let what others do affect me(emotionally/spiritually at least), if what I do to them does not.Meaning I go for shared experience, otherwise known as feel together.
I don't like the idea of, y'know, one pining for the other while the other remains, or at least unaffected. Life isn't fair in this way, and I enjoy leveling this unfairness by being unaffected myself.
Like, I try to feel only when others feel, but if they don't, I'd probably try to shut my emotions down.
I can see this doctrine of mine failing. I'm pining for her. I used to think that it is fucking far to travel from Sengkang to Boon Lay, but I realized that's a fucking short distance when compared to the distance between Sengkang and Bangkok.
FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK.
Somebody shoot me already.
She walked by me twice. Once with her friends, and I was filled with excitement, so much that it petrified me and rendered me tongue-thaied. I simply couldn't move as perfection walked by me. Even my eyeballs couldn't swivel. She had that much power over me, which is quite a lot because as stated above, I don't enjoy self-destruction.
That was the first time.
Then her mother appeared, and started talking to her. She just got a watch with the Thailand flag colours on it. Which was quite unique, but the watch wasn't the subject. I heard her sweet voice, and I was arrested speechless by her beauty.
Then she went to the toilet the second time. Alone this time, but her mother has already made her appearance. That's not the point. When she came back, I tried to catch her eye by looking at her. What I felt this time wasn't excitement, but resignation.
She just isn't meant to be mine. I keep telling myself that I don't have to have her to love her, but I know this is just a random infatuation, and that I'd go back to the 'main pain course' soon, but I didn't expect this brief respite to hurt this intensely.
After that I was more or less just floating around. I was supposed to only get to Orchid Country Club at 6PM, but I got there with Gang Hao at around 2PM so that I could experience perfection for the last day. For the next 3.5hours I was just stoning around watching her cheer the Thailand team on in her perfect way.
New rule: Girls cheering while standing on chairs are perfect.
No there's seriously no sarcasm intended. She was doing it, and she was cute. OK she's cute in everything she does, perfect indeed, but..yea.
Anyway, all the teams went to rest at around 4.30PM. I went to stone outside the place they were resting in, and I saw as the teams came out. Saw familiar faces and..yea.
And the heartbreak came when the Thai team went to the porch instead. That means they're going back. The Thai girls got to ride the buggy driven by a random dude, and I was very depressed at that time, because:
1) She's going off. I'd never get the chance to see her again.
2) She's made happy by another guy. If only I were the person driving the buggy.
As I watched her scream in joy, I was playing 知足 in my head. It was the song that best fits the occasion. Quite..no wait, very, sad.
Went to the porch staircase to watch as they leave. The sense of bereavement was there, even though it's not a funeral hearse. Choy ah touch wood. She'd live for many years to come. And probably a better life I'd have.
Took a video of the bus leaving. Waved at them, and I think she waved back.
Farewell, perfection. Farewell, Sathean Tanaprang. =\
Went back with a heavy heart to watch the rest of the stepladder matches. Cheered the Korean girl as she fought New Huifen and Krishna to get Gold. Really, experience told me to cheer the humble Korean girl on.
I like watching people's faces as they concentrate/fail in the game they are playing in. It is epic. I remember watching the beach volleyball Thai boys playing. They were damn relaxed, even when they only had a one point lead. They just took things easy, screwed up here and there and laughed about it, and enjoyed the game.
Not like how somebody missed pin10(it's humiliating to miss it if you're in the national team) and gave a FML face.
The Korean girl just kept smiling, and gave a blur smile when she didn't strike, almost as if it's a friendly match. Like the 'Oh shit ahahahahahaahahahahahaha' kind of face. Sheepish, yes, that's the word.
Isn't that what the games is about? To have fun?
Oh yea, here's something interesting I observed when the athletes were sitting at the athletes-viewing area. The different countries were mixing around and hitting each other with those blown-up-sticks-which-comes-in-pairs, which you use to whack each other to make noise. Didn't know they mixed so well. It was interesting, really. Wonder where Singapore was though. A cut above the rest maybe?
Oh yea and the Koreans are really nice. One of the girls accidentally brushed me with one of those provocative sticks, and I turned around. She just started apologizing and upon recognizing my face, she made some interesting movements gesticulating at her hair and shouting 'cut?!' because I just cut my hair and she noticed the difference. I'm quite proud of the fact that she remembered me, which might fulfill the first part of this post about shared experiences.
And Park Ji Soo remembered too! 'You cut hair?'
(:
I used to have a bad impression of Koreans, because I thought the guys were all metrosexuals and you know my impression of metrosexuals, and I didn't like them much because of Korean drama, but I guess my perception of them has changed. They are really nice people.
Which reminds me. We presented the boys their medals first, and Singapore got Gold for boys stepladder. So someone fucking threw the Singapore flag at Basil.
Being in uniformed group tells me that that is grossly humiliating to the Singapore flag.
Common sense tells me that that is just wrong. You do not treat the flag with such utter disdain.
Anyway, what the media did was quite fucked up. They made Mr. Silver from Korea and Mr. Bronze from Philippines wait while they took pictures of Mr. Gold from Singapore holding the Singapore flag.
Don't they have the common sense to let the ceremony move on? I mean like I want to get home and finish up this blog post early so I can go to sleep earlier, right? Jamming the ceremony there and making the other 2 winners wait like stupid fucks just isn't 'civic-minded'.
I don't know whether China did when they hosted the Olympics, but y'know what? My guess is no. So don't suan China people for being uncivilized when you're all just barbarians wearing suits.
Oh yea another interesting thing to note is that at the end of all the Korean cheers, there'd be one random guy who is supporting Singapore who would shout 'YEAHH' with guttural sounds. I really wonder what's his fucking point. Is he trying to be funny? If I were the Koreans I'd be damn pissed with this guy's apparent lack of sportsmanship. And the weird thing is that many Singaporeans think that's funny. One of them even took pictures of the guy who did that.
It's never funny. It's supposed to be more of a jeer in this case. He is destroying Singapore's reputation and you guys find it funny? The Singaporean sense of humour is disgusting.
And even if it's funny, repeated humour just don't go well with most occasions, especially this.
I'm just glad that the Koreans took is as an added cheer for them, so they YEAAAAH-ed back at that guy and was all smiles.
Doesn't stop me from cursing that idiot though.
On my way home, I got quite sad. It's like, ended. They'd be flying home to wherever they belong to. They'd probably forget the stuff that happened here as they move on to experience even more things. Stuff like that always happens. People move on. I find it hard to but I force myself to, but every time I do that I feel that I've left a part of me behind.
'Within a mile Ennis felt like someone was pulling his guts out hand over hand a yard at a time. He stopped at the side of the road and, in the whirling new snow, tried to puke but nothing came up. He felt about as bad as he ever had and it took a long time for the feeling to wear off.'
--Close Range, Brokeback Mountain.
That's what I felt. That's what I feel, and I hope it doesn't last. I do want to see her again =\
-- 7/06/2009 11:23:00 PM
DIgnity would be gone.
There can never be an equilibrium between Love and Dignity.Um. I don't know what to say to make it right, possibly because I can't say anything to make it right, or perhaps that I do not have the power to make it right. Actually it's all 3. I'm not good at cheering people up either so I guess I should leave this as it is. But yea, in case you were wondering, this part was meant for you. But I'm not good with words.
So I shall just go watch anime. Escapism.
I mentioned about how an equilibrium between Love and Dignity is impossible right?
I shall throw away all my dignity later and ask my goddess for contact details.
-- 7/06/2009 12:02:00 AM
Just because you got yourself a medal doesn't mean you're smart.
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If perfection has a form, she would be it.
I hope she remains this way though. Winning too many medals can dilute ones' sense of accomplishment in the game. Like 'Just another medal..'
Which reminds me of an incident.
Look, we do not have that many resources. Think before you speak. There are 45 countries taking part in AYG. Not all of them are going to take part in bowling, but at least 10 different languages would be used. It is not fucking possible for an interpreter for every language to be present at every venue.
I hate it when people tell me how to do my job. I know my job well enough. Suggestions are OK, but saying stupid stuff like 'Why don't you get an interpreter?' is just stupidity to an epic level. Does the game take brains away from you, or were you never born with them in the first place?
Don't think about rebutting that with 'But some of the teams would obviously lose, because they are so noob, you don't have to get interpreters for them, blahblahblah...' Just accept it. You have no brains.
Think before you speak. Just because you got yourself a medal doesn't mean you're smart.
Let's talk about humility. And why being humble is good.
This is what I arrived at this afternoon.
Being humble is part of EQ. It gives people the background to relate to other people.
Let's say that I am from kampong A, and you're from kampong B. And there are many other people in other kampongs, but they don't make it to the top because they are not clever enough.
But because I need to win their votes, I have to present to them my humble background, so that they know that 'Ah, this guy was one of us, we should vote for him even if he's useless trash'.
Not everyone has the chance to get into a rich and influential family. Most are in the middle-classed, and lower. So if you were a politician you'd have to appear humble, and practise humility because it's the way to get votes.
In schools, rich snobs don't get friends. I don't consider prostitutes as friends(ie the people who suck up just for free lunch), because I appreciate being able to save up on lunch money, but I'd just finish the meal ASAP and zao. Like..yea. So anyway I don't consider myself a 'friend' of my 'victim'. It's a trade-off in this case, I'm trading my company for his free lunch.
But that's not the point. I'm talking about rich snobs not getting friends.
That's because they are snobbish. If they walk with their nose in the air they'd suffer from blocked nose when it rains, but once again that's not the point.
People just do not like people who are different, or who practice that distinction in an obvious way. Like for example, the royal snobs(in this case the Celestial dragons) wears a bubble-like headgear so that he doesn't breathe in the same air as the commoners.
Obviously the commoners are not happy with this, like the 'We are all created when our fathers' sperm fused with our mothers' eggs, and we are all anatomically the same, so why this distinction?! Life is not fair!'
Q: But what can the lower-classed people do?
A: Accuse the snob of being a snob, of not being modest. That is why being modest is much-celebrated by the poorer community, because they want to appear morally superior(which isn't really modest at all). That's the only ammunition the poor have against the rich.
And seriously, I just realized that birds of a feather indeed flock together. The stars are with the moon, and the mud with stones.
Even Facebook exhibits this human quality.
-- 7/02/2009 11:10:00 PM
Thai 205!
Volunteering for AYG has been an eye-opener so far.I realized that:
1) Jap girls are not that chio. Seriously, they are not very palatable(or at least the bowling ones). But got action cute cute one, and that's about it. No wait, that's it.
2) Thai and Taiwan girls are cute. Especially number 205 from Thailand and 195 from Taiwan.
Miss 205 was asked by Mr. Chua for a picture, and she spontaneously put up her fingers in a victory sign, and shied away from the camera for awhile before smiling meekly. That scene was not boner-inducing, probably because I um find that a cute action and not a wank-action, but she was damn cute. I really want to meet her again. Her mother was around though =.=
I want her email address! I want to get to know her. I want to tell her that it's ok even if she loses in the tournament. I want to tell her that I'd be whatever she needs whenever she needs whenever I can.
But I can't because:
2.1) I don't know her at all. She's Thai, and I'm Singaporean.
2.2) Long-distance relationships are not realistic.
2.3) I can't speak Thai in the first place.
So I guess I could AT MOST settle for an email address, and I can see that she'd probably get a lot of requests for that because she's cute and friendly. Which means a no-go for me =\
I hope to see her again later, because even if I can't help her in what she's doing, at least I could be there for her giving her my moral/emotional/spiritual support.
Let's not talk so much about the Taiwan girl, I didn't really get to observe her.
3) Make-up is disgusting. We all had to put that on, and I felt like I've lost one of my two family jewels. It is disgusting, the mere thought of having to put foreign object on my face. It made my balls shrink, but it didn't stop one of them from dropping. This is a huge damage to my manliness. But as they say,
大丈夫能屈能伸
So I guess I just had to suffer with that humiliation =\
But still..
4) This point should be brought across with subtlety. If you don't get a medal, you'd probably sulk and stuff like that, because you worked hard, you did your best, but you didn't get what you think you deserved. That's why you go around sulking, or at least, you aren't in the best of moods. Which is why I cannot understand why she didn't smile. She was just sitting there, with a glum face, stoning around with a disinterested air, as if she didn't give a fuck about getting a medal.
Compare and contrast with the Thai team: The coach cheers his people on even when they miss a spare, which is critical in such bowling competitions(duh). There's always a ritual thingy, clapping and slapping each others' hands, thanking people, even if they do not strike. It's like every throw, every result, is a surprise. They do not have such high expectations of themselves that a gold medal is a must, and that getting it should not be celebrated, because they were supposed to get it in the first place. <--I realized that that sentence could be quite confusing. Read as 'They don't that way'.
Which is why they are always happy for themselves no matter what they get, or at least they appear that way which makes me think that they are. Which isn't a bad thing at all. There's something about humility that makes it desired, and although I can't quite put a finger on why this human attribute is much-celebrated, I appreciate it.
Which is why I can safely say that I support the Thai bowling team. They just seem so bonded and stuff like that. Really nice. I simply enjoy watching them bowl. Maybe because of 205 =.=
Seriously, if you don't appreciate your medal because 'It's just another medal', go away.
-- 7/02/2009 01:37:00 AM