Sunday, February 28, 2010
South Africa
Apartheid, until the 90s, when finally, the majority were given the right to rule their own country.
Friday, February 26, 2010
BLT
Let me tell you a story. A story of a man in love.
Driven by his longing, his life, his love, the man went and drank half a bottle of Jack Daniels in less than five minutes and went down on one knee and proclaimed a girl, to be a lesbian.
It was for love. Beauty, Love, Truth. Or Bacon, Lettuce, Tomato.
Driven by his longing, his life, his love, the man went and drank half a bottle of Jack Daniels in less than five minutes and went down on one knee and proclaimed a girl, to be a lesbian.
It was for love. Beauty, Love, Truth. Or Bacon, Lettuce, Tomato.
God's in His Heaven, All is Right with the World
I saw Evangelion 2.0 today. Reminds me of Goethe and Nit-Shit. But mostly, it reminds me of porn.
Evangelion porn. Oh, man. I want that thing.
Evangelion porn. Oh, man. I want that thing.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
DIalog Komik Paling Best
"Kau boleh serang aku dengan sepenuh kekuatan dalam tiga jurus. Aku takkan membalas. Kalau aku BERPELUH, aku lepaskan kau."
- Dewa Durjana, Komik Dewata Raya
"Kami menyerang tanpa senjata" - member Rico
"Tanpa senjata? Habis tu, pisau yang tercacak atas kepala aku ni, apa?"
- Pak Guard, dalam Pendekar II: Rico
"HIKMAT ANJING LAPAR MELAHAP TAHI!"
- Pendekar II: Rico
"Kuda menunggang monyet. Monyet jatuh sakit lalu demam selsema."
- Son Goku, Dragon Ball
Kogure: "Hari ni Akagi datang lambat untuk latihan, dia ada kelas tambahan fizik"
Sakuragi: "orang Utan belajar Fizik?"
- SlamDunk
"Pat pat siku lipat, sape lambat gigit jari."
- Pendekar Laut
"Tendangan Pemutus Zuriat!"
- Pendekar Laut
Dan banyak lagi, di: http://pergh.com/forum/index.php/topic,13672.60.html
- Dewa Durjana, Komik Dewata Raya
"Kami menyerang tanpa senjata" - member Rico
"Tanpa senjata? Habis tu, pisau yang tercacak atas kepala aku ni, apa?"
- Pak Guard, dalam Pendekar II: Rico
"HIKMAT ANJING LAPAR MELAHAP TAHI!"
- Pendekar II: Rico
"Kuda menunggang monyet. Monyet jatuh sakit lalu demam selsema."
- Son Goku, Dragon Ball
Kogure: "Hari ni Akagi datang lambat untuk latihan, dia ada kelas tambahan fizik"
Sakuragi: "orang Utan belajar Fizik?"
- SlamDunk
"Pat pat siku lipat, sape lambat gigit jari."
- Pendekar Laut
"Tendangan Pemutus Zuriat!"
- Pendekar Laut
Dan banyak lagi, di: http://pergh.com/forum/index.php/topic,13672.60.html
Master Humphrey's Cock
In 2001, I was doing my internship at a software company that writes security programmes for banks.
I wasn't allowed near the source codes, but was given a Pentium PC (100MHz processor!) with 16MB EDO RAM to do some bug-finding and compile a Help file. The Help file is animated and constructed using Macromedia Director.
Other applications I run on that old PC was Photoshop (!) and Flash.
Today, I use a netbook with a 1.7GHz processor and 2GB of RAM. For Word! And surfing.
Don't give me any of that bullshit how netbooks are slow, okay.
I used to run fucking Lightwave 3D on my old 833MHz Pentium III PC, with 256MB SD RAM.
It took three hours to render three seconds of crappy 3D animation, but there you go.
Today's people are spoiled. ANy machine with less than 1GB RAM is slow, when for years - YEARS - some publications use a Mac with 256MB RAM for Quark and InDesign.
And before that, graphic artists used to die from bromide poisoning from the fucking bromide shit they used.
Me? Whenever I use a new machine, I find the machine's rhythm. There's a beat that goes with any machine, and you may have to adapt to the thing.
What is data, but music and math? Wrote Jack McKinney.
I wasn't allowed near the source codes, but was given a Pentium PC (100MHz processor!) with 16MB EDO RAM to do some bug-finding and compile a Help file. The Help file is animated and constructed using Macromedia Director.
Other applications I run on that old PC was Photoshop (!) and Flash.
Today, I use a netbook with a 1.7GHz processor and 2GB of RAM. For Word! And surfing.
Don't give me any of that bullshit how netbooks are slow, okay.
I used to run fucking Lightwave 3D on my old 833MHz Pentium III PC, with 256MB SD RAM.
It took three hours to render three seconds of crappy 3D animation, but there you go.
Today's people are spoiled. ANy machine with less than 1GB RAM is slow, when for years - YEARS - some publications use a Mac with 256MB RAM for Quark and InDesign.
And before that, graphic artists used to die from bromide poisoning from the fucking bromide shit they used.
Me? Whenever I use a new machine, I find the machine's rhythm. There's a beat that goes with any machine, and you may have to adapt to the thing.
What is data, but music and math? Wrote Jack McKinney.
Good Mooorning Malaysia!
Here's my schedule for today:
A movie screening at 11am.
An assignment at 3.30pm.
A theatrical play at 8.30pm.
Amidst all that, I need to fit in helping taking care of the entertainment and lifestyle pages, like I always do every day.
Plus any other thing that might come up.
How do I do it? One thing at a time.
And hey, it beats carrying sacks of cement. I tried that once, when I was 19. I got one sack of cement from the lorry to the ground, and I had to sit down for half an hour. It was a fucking 50kg sack.
The guy who lifted the sacks was 50 years old. I thought that being 19, I would have more strength.
Nope.
I'm glad I write for a living. Grateful, really.
And I think I'll just watch that play tomorrow la.
A movie screening at 11am.
An assignment at 3.30pm.
A theatrical play at 8.30pm.
Amidst all that, I need to fit in helping taking care of the entertainment and lifestyle pages, like I always do every day.
Plus any other thing that might come up.
How do I do it? One thing at a time.
And hey, it beats carrying sacks of cement. I tried that once, when I was 19. I got one sack of cement from the lorry to the ground, and I had to sit down for half an hour. It was a fucking 50kg sack.
The guy who lifted the sacks was 50 years old. I thought that being 19, I would have more strength.
Nope.
I'm glad I write for a living. Grateful, really.
And I think I'll just watch that play tomorrow la.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Simple Truths
1. There is no right way.
It doesn't exist.
There is no right way. You just make things up as you go along.
There are many ways to lose the oldest game, as Neil Gaiman (chaos be upon him) wrote. Failure to roll into a defensive shape, hesitation, lack of imagination...
Greatest people I know, they roll with the punches. You have a big picture sketch, at the most. You don't know what's going to happen.
And who is to say what is right, and what is wrong? Not me. Not you. Not anybody.
2. Happiness is a choice.
And so is misery.
Choose wisely.
3. Typing, while naked, is extremely sexy.
Yeahhhh...
It doesn't exist.
There is no right way. You just make things up as you go along.
There are many ways to lose the oldest game, as Neil Gaiman (chaos be upon him) wrote. Failure to roll into a defensive shape, hesitation, lack of imagination...
Greatest people I know, they roll with the punches. You have a big picture sketch, at the most. You don't know what's going to happen.
And who is to say what is right, and what is wrong? Not me. Not you. Not anybody.
2. Happiness is a choice.
And so is misery.
Choose wisely.
3. Typing, while naked, is extremely sexy.
Yeahhhh...
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Fairy Tales
When I was a young boy, I thought that a Japanese-Jewish Thai heiress would come one day, riding and fucking a white horse, naked, and take me away from my old life.
She would take me to a white castle, and suck my dick.
That was my happy ending, I guess.
She would take me to a white castle, and suck my dick.
That was my happy ending, I guess.
The Pickwickian Syndrome
In 2005, I suffered what could be described as Pickwickian Syndrome. I would wake up at night, interrupted by my shallow breathing.
It was sleep apnea. I had surgery to correct my deviated septum because for over 20 years, I had thought that humans breathe through their mouths and that the nose is only used for smelling things.
I did not have the urge to travel to coaching inns or meet crazy characters.
But there it is. Cost me an awful lot. The company insurance paid some of it, but I deem any company that only covers RM3,500 of medical expenses for each employee to be stupid, as full medical coverage insurance for companies are relatively cheap.
My surgery cost RM8,000++.
It was sleep apnea. I had surgery to correct my deviated septum because for over 20 years, I had thought that humans breathe through their mouths and that the nose is only used for smelling things.
I did not have the urge to travel to coaching inns or meet crazy characters.
But there it is. Cost me an awful lot. The company insurance paid some of it, but I deem any company that only covers RM3,500 of medical expenses for each employee to be stupid, as full medical coverage insurance for companies are relatively cheap.
My surgery cost RM8,000++.
David Copperfield
I was 12. Everyone who was anyone was 12. Michael Owen. Ronaldinho. Pablo Aimar. We were all 12.
I had finished my UPSR and was spending the remainder of my school days in the AV room of my primary school, watching videos the teachers would bring.
There was Power Rangers The Movie, Gremlins and Honey, I Blew Up The Kid or something. All kids' movies.
Then, one day, one teacher brought a video of David Copperfield's performance. David Copperfield, the magician. Not David Copperfield the beggar thief whatever British kid thingy. Or perhaps, with a twist, Artful Dodger. Cockney rhyming schemes and all that.
Nope. It was simply, David Copperfield, making a ship disappear. Going through the Great Wall of China, levitating above the Grand Canyons. Making the Statue of Liberty disappear. Poking a cigarette through a coin.
All the girls refused to watch the vieo. They upped and left. Because they said, and I remember this today, "Hmph! Pakai jin!" (Hmph! Illegal use of Djinn!)
I was pissed off at that, and realised that girls are raised and taught to cry out and wail in pain about their bleeding vaginas every time, because the more a woman is in pain, the higher their worth in the cattle market or whatever.
And so I watched David Copperfield and his duck. David Copperfield and his djinns, as the girls all boycotted the multi-million dollar tomfoolery of amazing tricks that never happened.
One day, I will make you disappear. And I'm not sure they will have a video of it either.
I had finished my UPSR and was spending the remainder of my school days in the AV room of my primary school, watching videos the teachers would bring.
There was Power Rangers The Movie, Gremlins and Honey, I Blew Up The Kid or something. All kids' movies.
Then, one day, one teacher brought a video of David Copperfield's performance. David Copperfield, the magician. Not David Copperfield the beggar thief whatever British kid thingy. Or perhaps, with a twist, Artful Dodger. Cockney rhyming schemes and all that.
Nope. It was simply, David Copperfield, making a ship disappear. Going through the Great Wall of China, levitating above the Grand Canyons. Making the Statue of Liberty disappear. Poking a cigarette through a coin.
All the girls refused to watch the vieo. They upped and left. Because they said, and I remember this today, "Hmph! Pakai jin!" (Hmph! Illegal use of Djinn!)
I was pissed off at that, and realised that girls are raised and taught to cry out and wail in pain about their bleeding vaginas every time, because the more a woman is in pain, the higher their worth in the cattle market or whatever.
And so I watched David Copperfield and his duck. David Copperfield and his djinns, as the girls all boycotted the multi-million dollar tomfoolery of amazing tricks that never happened.
One day, I will make you disappear. And I'm not sure they will have a video of it either.
Great Expectations
As I left my Kuantan home, my father asked me, "Do you have any expectations?"
I was perplexed. Stunned.
What?
"What?"
"Expectations. Do you have them?"
"What kind of expectations(and why the fuck are you using 'expectations' in a sentence)?"
"You know, you wanted to work in a foreign country and all that, last time. Any of those expectations?"
"Nope. No expectations at all."
And here there was a pause, as if my father was about to tell me to go to a house where an old lady lived, and for me to play with a girl. Where all the clocks stopped at a particular time. And rotting wedding cakes lie untouched for 30 years.
But none came. And I went back to KL.
Thus ends my Great Expectations.
I was perplexed. Stunned.
What?
"What?"
"Expectations. Do you have them?"
"What kind of expectations(and why the fuck are you using 'expectations' in a sentence)?"
"You know, you wanted to work in a foreign country and all that, last time. Any of those expectations?"
"Nope. No expectations at all."
And here there was a pause, as if my father was about to tell me to go to a house where an old lady lived, and for me to play with a girl. Where all the clocks stopped at a particular time. And rotting wedding cakes lie untouched for 30 years.
But none came. And I went back to KL.
Thus ends my Great Expectations.
Disrespecting Your Readers
In about five minutes, I am going to fall asleep. Cause of my taking benadryl again.
I just decided to post this bullshit nothing post so that you would waste your time reading a nothing.
It's all garbage.
I just decided to post this bullshit nothing post so that you would waste your time reading a nothing.
It's all garbage.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Raw Shark
By Allen Muir
Am home. Been home for some time. Took cough medicine. Regulating sleep.
Feel fine. Sleepy. But fine.
Some tricky things to navigate tomorrow. A few stories. A handful of words. When did it come to pass, that all of mankind managed to put all of worth on paper and ink?
Ammonium chloride taking its toll. Note to self: Never take cough mixture before writing.
I have seen humanity, and I have seen the cities. How dirty, corrupt, blablabla.
Only hope is for cities to kill humanity. That cities will rise. And kill people.
Will stand by and let it happen.
Watch the vermins scutter and skitter and scurry.
Will laugh to see such a sight.
Am home. Been home for some time. Took cough medicine. Regulating sleep.
Feel fine. Sleepy. But fine.
Some tricky things to navigate tomorrow. A few stories. A handful of words. When did it come to pass, that all of mankind managed to put all of worth on paper and ink?
Ammonium chloride taking its toll. Note to self: Never take cough mixture before writing.
I have seen humanity, and I have seen the cities. How dirty, corrupt, blablabla.
Only hope is for cities to kill humanity. That cities will rise. And kill people.
Will stand by and let it happen.
Watch the vermins scutter and skitter and scurry.
Will laugh to see such a sight.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Good Hair
I just saw the Chris Rock documentary - Good Hair. It details of how obsessed black people - especially black women - are in having long, straight hair.
Weaves, relaxed hair, straightened hair, blablabla. All through painful, costly and sometimes dangerous processes.
Did you know that the chemical used to 'relax' hair can dissolve an aluminum can? Yep.
That 20% of the US population buy 80% of the hair products? And that 80% of hair products are manufactured for black people?
Personally, I just don't get it. Why would I want to fuck a woman, if I can't touch/lick everything on her body?
Anyone who can't take a shower with me can go fuck yourself.
What's wrong with an afro?
When I spoke to women about it, they started blaming men. When I talk to men about it, they start blaming women. That, or big corporations. Or the media.
What kind of ignorant bullshit is this?
When you talk about something that might seem wrong (I'm not saying it is), most people seem to need to start blaming other people.
Hm.
Whatever.
I'm finishing something. Be back later. Oh, I got an SMS today, saying that one of my movies is sold to 25 countries already. Cool beans!
Weaves, relaxed hair, straightened hair, blablabla. All through painful, costly and sometimes dangerous processes.
Did you know that the chemical used to 'relax' hair can dissolve an aluminum can? Yep.
That 20% of the US population buy 80% of the hair products? And that 80% of hair products are manufactured for black people?
Personally, I just don't get it. Why would I want to fuck a woman, if I can't touch/lick everything on her body?
Anyone who can't take a shower with me can go fuck yourself.
What's wrong with an afro?
When I spoke to women about it, they started blaming men. When I talk to men about it, they start blaming women. That, or big corporations. Or the media.
What kind of ignorant bullshit is this?
When you talk about something that might seem wrong (I'm not saying it is), most people seem to need to start blaming other people.
Hm.
Whatever.
I'm finishing something. Be back later. Oh, I got an SMS today, saying that one of my movies is sold to 25 countries already. Cool beans!
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Pengusaha Penternakan Hantu Raya Komersial
Just got back from Kuantan last night, coughing like crazy.
My mother suspects that I am a victim of black magic.
I thought it was just bronchitis, but she suggested (not accused, as she knows my stance in the whole supernatural thingy) that someone has sent me 'something' and that 'something' is santau - a supernatural poison.
I told her, "They can't send ghosts to me. I am the devil. I'll just eat them up."
To which she pooh-poohed and chastised me for being so arrogant.
I was more than a bit lethargic at Kuantan. As soon as I was in a horizintal position, I was out like a light. And then, even with just a couple of stocks of cigarettes throughout the entire week, I was still coughing like crazy.
My diagnosis was simple:
1. I fell asleep easily because I was sleep-deprived. Pulling 16-hour days, with side projects is no joke, and has never been a joke with me. Wait till you see my 20-hour work days.
2. The cough came from battle damage to my lungs, and possibly bronchitis.
3. My headahces, came from stress. My father's health is stable. He has not gotten worse, but he has not gotten better either. And he remains a stubborn old man as always. Tried to talk to him, but he is beyond reproach, so there is little else I could do.
Surprisingly, I did not lose my temper this time. Going home to Kuantan almost always resulted in at least one argument or verbal fight. My family members, including myself, are extremely righteous and individualistic. We see things in such different ways.
And though it is impossible to determine who is right and who is wrong, that is exactly what we strive to do.
Some things, though, drew us together.
And it was heartening to see my nephews, the next generation, growing as healthy as weeds.
The eldest has so much potential, but has learned only to give excuses for his failings. I confronted him almost every time I was back.
I see that my brother and my siblings have also done their work on the boy. He now has taken up chess. I play with him, to see how his mind works. Torture him through my ponderous, slow thinking process to decide on a move, to teach him patience.
It did not work, but I hope that in time, he will appreciate the art of waiting your turn. That there is a time to attack, feint and defend. To lay and spring a trap.
The middle child needs little work, being born with an almost natural empathy and a love for peace. With the right influence, he might do well as a happy person.
The youngest, is object-oriented. He is not a people-person. His PR sucks. That has to change. In time, with training.
My role in the family has also changed, somewhat. I am the youngest, the last son of whatever. So all these years, I was grateful as to my role in the background.
Circumstances have demanded a more active participation. I'm so fucking lazy. Why can't the cup pass to someone else?
Oh woe is me.
Blablabla.
Oh well.
I play my function. My aspect. Not the image of it, not the stupid hollow ego form, but the actual substance.
Reluctantly, of course. But when things are set in course, there is little time to look back, or even to look ahead. I am busy executing.
I am glad that my brother and sisters are smart people. We are not stupid, and for that, I am thankful.
We are not smart in that annoying Malaysian way of valuing 'outsmarting people', which is so fucking egotistical. We are intelligent in the sense that I do not have to go and kill any of them because they annoy me.
People say that ignorance is bliss. Well, they can keep their ignorance. We will be as aware as we are.
Which brings me back to black magic.
Well, if santaus or sembahyang hajats did work, then George W Bush would have died many years ago. So would all the Jews in Israel.
To me, black magic is a cop out. A crutch. An excuse. I will not run away. I am here. Still saying, fuck the free world.
And I am the devil.
My mother suspects that I am a victim of black magic.
I thought it was just bronchitis, but she suggested (not accused, as she knows my stance in the whole supernatural thingy) that someone has sent me 'something' and that 'something' is santau - a supernatural poison.
I told her, "They can't send ghosts to me. I am the devil. I'll just eat them up."
To which she pooh-poohed and chastised me for being so arrogant.
I was more than a bit lethargic at Kuantan. As soon as I was in a horizintal position, I was out like a light. And then, even with just a couple of stocks of cigarettes throughout the entire week, I was still coughing like crazy.
My diagnosis was simple:
1. I fell asleep easily because I was sleep-deprived. Pulling 16-hour days, with side projects is no joke, and has never been a joke with me. Wait till you see my 20-hour work days.
2. The cough came from battle damage to my lungs, and possibly bronchitis.
3. My headahces, came from stress. My father's health is stable. He has not gotten worse, but he has not gotten better either. And he remains a stubborn old man as always. Tried to talk to him, but he is beyond reproach, so there is little else I could do.
Surprisingly, I did not lose my temper this time. Going home to Kuantan almost always resulted in at least one argument or verbal fight. My family members, including myself, are extremely righteous and individualistic. We see things in such different ways.
And though it is impossible to determine who is right and who is wrong, that is exactly what we strive to do.
Some things, though, drew us together.
And it was heartening to see my nephews, the next generation, growing as healthy as weeds.
The eldest has so much potential, but has learned only to give excuses for his failings. I confronted him almost every time I was back.
I see that my brother and my siblings have also done their work on the boy. He now has taken up chess. I play with him, to see how his mind works. Torture him through my ponderous, slow thinking process to decide on a move, to teach him patience.
It did not work, but I hope that in time, he will appreciate the art of waiting your turn. That there is a time to attack, feint and defend. To lay and spring a trap.
The middle child needs little work, being born with an almost natural empathy and a love for peace. With the right influence, he might do well as a happy person.
The youngest, is object-oriented. He is not a people-person. His PR sucks. That has to change. In time, with training.
My role in the family has also changed, somewhat. I am the youngest, the last son of whatever. So all these years, I was grateful as to my role in the background.
Circumstances have demanded a more active participation. I'm so fucking lazy. Why can't the cup pass to someone else?
Oh woe is me.
Blablabla.
Oh well.
I play my function. My aspect. Not the image of it, not the stupid hollow ego form, but the actual substance.
Reluctantly, of course. But when things are set in course, there is little time to look back, or even to look ahead. I am busy executing.
I am glad that my brother and sisters are smart people. We are not stupid, and for that, I am thankful.
We are not smart in that annoying Malaysian way of valuing 'outsmarting people', which is so fucking egotistical. We are intelligent in the sense that I do not have to go and kill any of them because they annoy me.
People say that ignorance is bliss. Well, they can keep their ignorance. We will be as aware as we are.
Which brings me back to black magic.
Well, if santaus or sembahyang hajats did work, then George W Bush would have died many years ago. So would all the Jews in Israel.
To me, black magic is a cop out. A crutch. An excuse. I will not run away. I am here. Still saying, fuck the free world.
And I am the devil.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
The Gizzards of Oz
My oh my.
As I am attending to the drama of my family here on the East Side, I totally missed the protest against the 50 Australian lawmakers who are trying to tell us dirty little Asian monkeys how to run our dirty little Asian business.
Go read Rocky's Bru. He was there. Or Google.
Basically, I read last week that these Australian MPs decided to tell us Malaysians that we should drop all charges against Anwar Ibrahim.
Now, here's the thing. I do not give a shit whether it's right or wrong, but these Gizzards of Oz should stay the fuck away from our dirty little Asian business.
Yeah, yeah. We're Asians. We're barbarians. We don't know how to run our own affairs and our own country.
Who the fuck IZ YOU, to tell us what to do? What, our barbecues not so nice? We don't have pockets on our cows? What? What, motherfucker, what?
I mean, I like Hugh Jackman and Nicole Kidman, but Australia was not a good movie. That movie was so bad, if I don't have sleeping pills, I turn it on.
I don't care if Najib were to one day wake up and declare himself a Grand Inquisitor and that the world is flat, and anyone who believes otherwise, will be Inquisited. We handle our own business.
And people here, Malaysians, who go running to outside, foreign powers for help are:
1. Stupid.
2. Cowards.
3. Selfish.
4. Stupid.
5. Did I mention STUPID?
Because those people are not FOR you. They're for themselves. Justice my ass. It's 'what I get out of it', not a universal fight for truth, beauty and love.
These traitors' fates are sealed. Because no matter who wins, they are screwed.
If the locals win, they're screwed, cause they worshipped foreign Gods. If the Foreign Gods win, they're also screwed. You think they're gonna suck your dick? After you backstabbed your own people, what reason would these fuckers have for trusting you?
Oooh, you didn't think it through, did you? Well, allow me to congratulate you as the biggest loser I have ever met on this plane or the next.
No matter what, we should never allow other motherfuckers fuck with our shit. Because we have enough motherfuckers already. Throwing more motherfuckers into the mix would not solve anything - it just makes it worse.
But then again, to those traitorous bastards, I ask you to continue to sell yourself, your people and your country this way. Makes it easier for me to kill you later.
Cheers!
As I am attending to the drama of my family here on the East Side, I totally missed the protest against the 50 Australian lawmakers who are trying to tell us dirty little Asian monkeys how to run our dirty little Asian business.
Go read Rocky's Bru. He was there. Or Google.
Basically, I read last week that these Australian MPs decided to tell us Malaysians that we should drop all charges against Anwar Ibrahim.
Now, here's the thing. I do not give a shit whether it's right or wrong, but these Gizzards of Oz should stay the fuck away from our dirty little Asian business.
Yeah, yeah. We're Asians. We're barbarians. We don't know how to run our own affairs and our own country.
Who the fuck IZ YOU, to tell us what to do? What, our barbecues not so nice? We don't have pockets on our cows? What? What, motherfucker, what?
I mean, I like Hugh Jackman and Nicole Kidman, but Australia was not a good movie. That movie was so bad, if I don't have sleeping pills, I turn it on.
I don't care if Najib were to one day wake up and declare himself a Grand Inquisitor and that the world is flat, and anyone who believes otherwise, will be Inquisited. We handle our own business.
And people here, Malaysians, who go running to outside, foreign powers for help are:
1. Stupid.
2. Cowards.
3. Selfish.
4. Stupid.
5. Did I mention STUPID?
Because those people are not FOR you. They're for themselves. Justice my ass. It's 'what I get out of it', not a universal fight for truth, beauty and love.
These traitors' fates are sealed. Because no matter who wins, they are screwed.
If the locals win, they're screwed, cause they worshipped foreign Gods. If the Foreign Gods win, they're also screwed. You think they're gonna suck your dick? After you backstabbed your own people, what reason would these fuckers have for trusting you?
Oooh, you didn't think it through, did you? Well, allow me to congratulate you as the biggest loser I have ever met on this plane or the next.
No matter what, we should never allow other motherfuckers fuck with our shit. Because we have enough motherfuckers already. Throwing more motherfuckers into the mix would not solve anything - it just makes it worse.
But then again, to those traitorous bastards, I ask you to continue to sell yourself, your people and your country this way. Makes it easier for me to kill you later.
Cheers!
Family Guy: The Warm Up
I am at home, in Kuantan, taking care of some family matters as well as taking some time off... to do work.
I have stopped smoking, so whenever my head hits a pillow or when I find myself in a horizontal position, I tend to fall asleep rather quickly.
In almost one week, I have only had two sticks of cigarettes on the first day and none at all since then.
I still have coffee, though, and this current, sugarless batch is giving me headaches as I strive to finish one of three things I wanted to finish here.
I have hit a snag with one writing project, and am now writing this in an effort to unclog my brain.
Being with my family this past week reminded me why I never, ever, want to be part of any other family. One is enough, thank you.
We are fiercely individualistic. Almost solitary. And whenever we get together, we are reminded why.
Family nurtures the ego. All the bad things in life - the posturing, the ignorance, the image, righteousness, the competition, the pride, blablabla - all nurtured by family surroundings.
The family mindset is like a virus of the soul. It makes you weak, soft, spiteful and defensive.
And also how I hate weddings. One of my extended family members held a wedding a few days ago. I didn't go, for fear of food poisoning. I did not know that family for their hygiene. So, no thank you.
My family? The family is fine. Fucked up as they will ever be, but they're fine.
My father is sick, and all the drama that comes with being old and being sick is making itself apparent.
Eckhart Tolle once quoted another person who said, "If you think you are enlightened, go spend a week with your family."
How very true. Our families test our patience, as we fight an unending war against them turning into monkeys and parameciums.
I find the 'letting go' approach to have worked wonders.
As in, "If you don't take this medication, you will die. But that's your life, so do with it as you will."
Man, I wish I had a cigarette now. The kind of pressure and stress I could potentially put on myself is astounding. Daunting, to be exact. For me.
The only difference with this trip home is the fact that I have let go of a lot of things already, and am prepared for most of whatever.
The problem with families is that sometimes, they want and need attention. I give attention as real as I can. In the sense that I do not emote mindless affection, but pragmatic stoicism, while being entirely on their side.
There is no running away from family. I can't really take a vacation and hide somewhere, from family. So whatever it is, I need and want to deal with it.
There are many things still to be done with the family. Several rescue operations. Defensive setups, safety nets, as well as some well-coordinated attacks.
Oh well. What to do?
I have stopped smoking, so whenever my head hits a pillow or when I find myself in a horizontal position, I tend to fall asleep rather quickly.
In almost one week, I have only had two sticks of cigarettes on the first day and none at all since then.
I still have coffee, though, and this current, sugarless batch is giving me headaches as I strive to finish one of three things I wanted to finish here.
I have hit a snag with one writing project, and am now writing this in an effort to unclog my brain.
Being with my family this past week reminded me why I never, ever, want to be part of any other family. One is enough, thank you.
We are fiercely individualistic. Almost solitary. And whenever we get together, we are reminded why.
Family nurtures the ego. All the bad things in life - the posturing, the ignorance, the image, righteousness, the competition, the pride, blablabla - all nurtured by family surroundings.
The family mindset is like a virus of the soul. It makes you weak, soft, spiteful and defensive.
And also how I hate weddings. One of my extended family members held a wedding a few days ago. I didn't go, for fear of food poisoning. I did not know that family for their hygiene. So, no thank you.
My family? The family is fine. Fucked up as they will ever be, but they're fine.
My father is sick, and all the drama that comes with being old and being sick is making itself apparent.
Eckhart Tolle once quoted another person who said, "If you think you are enlightened, go spend a week with your family."
How very true. Our families test our patience, as we fight an unending war against them turning into monkeys and parameciums.
I find the 'letting go' approach to have worked wonders.
As in, "If you don't take this medication, you will die. But that's your life, so do with it as you will."
Man, I wish I had a cigarette now. The kind of pressure and stress I could potentially put on myself is astounding. Daunting, to be exact. For me.
The only difference with this trip home is the fact that I have let go of a lot of things already, and am prepared for most of whatever.
The problem with families is that sometimes, they want and need attention. I give attention as real as I can. In the sense that I do not emote mindless affection, but pragmatic stoicism, while being entirely on their side.
There is no running away from family. I can't really take a vacation and hide somewhere, from family. So whatever it is, I need and want to deal with it.
There are many things still to be done with the family. Several rescue operations. Defensive setups, safety nets, as well as some well-coordinated attacks.
Oh well. What to do?
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Why People Should Not Get Married
Some people should not get married. Oops, let me rephrase that. MOST, if not ALL people, should not get married.
If you're poor, you shouldn't get married. If you're an idiot, you shouldn't get married. If you're not sure about anything in your life, you shouldn't get married.
Marriage is only for people with money. And breeding, having kids - each kid is RM1 million. If you don't have at least RM1 million to burn, don't even have a single kid.
I am telling you now. If you are poor, you should not have kids. The fuck are you gonna feed the stupid little stupids anyway?
And I am not so much against marriage as I am against weddings. Weddings are probably the stupidest thing ever invented by humans.
Weddings, historically, is just to let people know that these two people are fucking. So that there would not be any dispute. That's it. Ain't got nothing to do with God, throwing rice or throwing money at idiots.
In today's world, if the intention is only to inform people that you two are fucking you can:
1. Get a sex-tape out.
2. Put it on Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, blogs, forums, etc.
I am so fucking pissed with marriage and weddings, cause I am in Kuantan right now, seeing how my parents' marriage turned out as well as some relatives.
I believe that my parents should not have married, and in fact even if they did, should not have had any children. Cause they couldn't afford children. Fucked up their finances big time. And now they're old, with no insurance coverage.
When we grew up, some of us only had like, two shirts. I was lucky, cause I'm the last one. SO I got a lot of hand-me-downs.
I just asked my father, "Why did you have kids?"
His answer? "I don't know. I never thought about that."
Yeah, that's right. My reason for being, is... nothing! Muahahahaha.
I never asked to be born, but I was. Boo fucking hoo. Here I am.
The thing about breeding that gets to me is the not just the finances, which are dreadful.
I mean, consider that 10 years ago, a decent LOCAL tertiary education may set you back 30-50 thousand. If you have kids now, when he/she/it matures in 20 years, how much do you think a degree would cost?
My estimate? RM350-750K at the LOW END. So if you just had kids, congratulations, LOSER!
It's okay if you're rich, or going to be rich. But that's not all of us. Most of us, 10.4 million of us make less than 3K per month. So fuck you.
But the thing about breeding that gets to me is the responsibility.
I mean, you bring one life to this world, and you know that:
1. That kid will one day die.
2. The journey towards dying may not be so pleasant.
The way I see it, anyone who bred, but has never thought about these, the monumental responsibility that comes with causing death, are selfish fucktards.
Making children just so you could show off to other idiots is an extremely selfish thing to do.
And don't get me started on the cheating and spousal abuse and all the other bullshit. And it's not just men who do it. Some women are also gatal puki (has an itch in their vagina) that needs to scratched.
Most people go into these things unprepared, conned for years by chocolate makers and mak andams and wedding planners and Hallmark and other bullshit motherfuckers.
I believe that humans should just stop breeding and focus on waging nuclear war and pollute on a catastrophic scale.
Make bombs, not babies.
If you're poor, you shouldn't get married. If you're an idiot, you shouldn't get married. If you're not sure about anything in your life, you shouldn't get married.
Marriage is only for people with money. And breeding, having kids - each kid is RM1 million. If you don't have at least RM1 million to burn, don't even have a single kid.
I am telling you now. If you are poor, you should not have kids. The fuck are you gonna feed the stupid little stupids anyway?
And I am not so much against marriage as I am against weddings. Weddings are probably the stupidest thing ever invented by humans.
Weddings, historically, is just to let people know that these two people are fucking. So that there would not be any dispute. That's it. Ain't got nothing to do with God, throwing rice or throwing money at idiots.
In today's world, if the intention is only to inform people that you two are fucking you can:
1. Get a sex-tape out.
2. Put it on Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, blogs, forums, etc.
I am so fucking pissed with marriage and weddings, cause I am in Kuantan right now, seeing how my parents' marriage turned out as well as some relatives.
I believe that my parents should not have married, and in fact even if they did, should not have had any children. Cause they couldn't afford children. Fucked up their finances big time. And now they're old, with no insurance coverage.
When we grew up, some of us only had like, two shirts. I was lucky, cause I'm the last one. SO I got a lot of hand-me-downs.
I just asked my father, "Why did you have kids?"
His answer? "I don't know. I never thought about that."
Yeah, that's right. My reason for being, is... nothing! Muahahahaha.
I never asked to be born, but I was. Boo fucking hoo. Here I am.
The thing about breeding that gets to me is the not just the finances, which are dreadful.
I mean, consider that 10 years ago, a decent LOCAL tertiary education may set you back 30-50 thousand. If you have kids now, when he/she/it matures in 20 years, how much do you think a degree would cost?
My estimate? RM350-750K at the LOW END. So if you just had kids, congratulations, LOSER!
It's okay if you're rich, or going to be rich. But that's not all of us. Most of us, 10.4 million of us make less than 3K per month. So fuck you.
But the thing about breeding that gets to me is the responsibility.
I mean, you bring one life to this world, and you know that:
1. That kid will one day die.
2. The journey towards dying may not be so pleasant.
The way I see it, anyone who bred, but has never thought about these, the monumental responsibility that comes with causing death, are selfish fucktards.
Making children just so you could show off to other idiots is an extremely selfish thing to do.
And don't get me started on the cheating and spousal abuse and all the other bullshit. And it's not just men who do it. Some women are also gatal puki (has an itch in their vagina) that needs to scratched.
Most people go into these things unprepared, conned for years by chocolate makers and mak andams and wedding planners and Hallmark and other bullshit motherfuckers.
I believe that humans should just stop breeding and focus on waging nuclear war and pollute on a catastrophic scale.
Make bombs, not babies.
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