Public Transportation

I normally don't blog two days in a row but I thought I make it as an exception this time. It has come to my attention that the people around me are in discontent. I can feel a disturbance in the force. Most of these problems I would say are self inflicted but we have to face the fact that hey, sometimes, we are just at the wrong place, doing the wrong thing, at the wrong time.

But then, just saying it is never enough, because now we have to face the forgiveness issue. True to ego, mankind (this is for genders btw) has always had a difficult time forgiving other people. It strikes me as strange how this could happen. Then I discovered why. Yesterday, on my way back from Lumut, I decided to not rely on my friends and take the 'reverred' Malaysian public form of transportation home - The LRT. I have always had this fear of everything public (toilets, busstops, police station, hospitals and the list goes on and on) but I wanted to see whether or not the 'Team building' training I did in Lumut had an impact on my self esteem. So I went to the ticket booth, inquired for a ticket to KL central and the guy behind the glass said in a cold voice "Return or one way" - so I said "one way" in a matter of-fact tone. Then, I went to the "ticket-inserting-and it will come out-so you can walk through-thing" and accidentally walked through the wrong way. Therefore, the sliding door thing won't open. Embarrassed, I went back to the ticket booth and told the guy the problem. In a stern face he instructed me; like a teacher would to a kindergarten student; to look at how other people did it and mentioned that that's what I had to do. My temper raged, and if it were not for the fact that I was too tired, I would have spitted in his face and say "This is how I'm gonna do it, so fuck you, you degenerate underachieving low-life!".

I took the ticket, said "Thank you, you've been very helpful" in a polite manner and walked away. I knew that there is no way that I could've done that and I immediately believe that I was not in character. The usual me would have come up with some sarcastic thing to say or at the very least, gave him a 'funny look'.

I could never forgive him of course, because he has not asked for forgiveness and therefore he wasn't looking for any. He did it on purpose and his whole intention was to hurt my feelings. So, what about the people who were "at the wrong place, doing the wrong things, at the wrong time"? They definitely did not do what they did it on purpose or to hurt other people's feelings. Yet, if you ask them, it would be the furthest thing from their mind. Like a boy breaking his mother's ming vase, or a girlfriend turning up late for a date, these things are not done conciously. So why do some people feel that forgiveness is a God given 'power' to them? They won't grant forgiveness until aa certain criteria is met, or until they actually feel like it. Forgiveness should be an unconcious reaction, something that you do in spite of whatever. It should be like eating when you're hungry, sleeping when you're sleepy and living because you're alive. If a forgiveness is asked, it should be granted. Its the only way for porblems to get themselves solved. Neh? :>

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But why do they name it Lumut?

I just came back from a short trip to a seaside resort in Lumut, Perak. I got on the bus on Saturday morning and got off it around 5 hours after. The first thing I realized was this amazing heat hitting my face and it nearly knocked me over. That was hen I started getting this extremely painful headaches in between my eyes. It must have been the heat, I thought. We all had lunch and a though a great one it was, I was slightly nervous to what those 'silly gooes' instructor were gonna ask us to do. No jumping through fiery hoops I hoped. But then the rest of the day when smoothly and there was not much complain from me. This must be the second time I actually liked things like this. The pain in my head started to subside and I actually had more fun than I expected.

'Fun' is a dangerous word to write about. My idea of fun might mean "you're going straight to HELL you infidel" to some. While I waspretty sure that I didn't do anything that would make the red guy reserve a chamber under my name, I did find staring at girls in wet t-shirts to be extremely ... "tranquil". Its not that I've never seen naked women before but the whole idea of a girl standing up waist deep in seawater, tossing her hair in the background of a georgeous sunset made me think "You did good, God".

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Strange thing, this way comes

Have you ever felt that all we do in life in just basically delaying the inevitable? We work untill we break our backs just to find out that the next fifteen years after we stopped working we'll be miserably sick and getting used to the idea that we're leaving this big rock on a holy jet plane, baby.

So what's the point?

There isn't any. There shouldn't be any and this whole idea of throwing our lives away for a few bucks to live for the next month is just plain ridiculous. I have recently been shocked by the news about something which I knew was going inevitably going to happen. The strange thing was, for the first time in my life I didn't feel any remorse or nervousness which should have accompanied the receiving of such news. This acceptance of the inevitable however has left me feeling angrier than I had expected. I was angry with myself because I knew I could have prevented it and yet when there was nothing more to prevent, I didn't really care. I've got to find out why. I'm losing control of myself.

I'm too Sexy for my love

Lets ponder now about the true definition of being 'sexy'. It has just come to my attention lately that viewing somebody as sexy has come through a totally different perspective for me. I know what 'sexy' is, the voice can be sexy; the figure can be sexy; the eyes can be sexy; and so on and so on.

What I'm having trouble with right now is epressing my acknowledgement of someone's sexiness. For example, lets say your hanging at the mall and you see a georgeous girl in a skimpy outfit, what do you do? Some may opt to wolfwhistle and immediately be labelled a lowlife. Some opt to do the gentleman thing and walk up to her and get his shameless ass introduced. Either way, its not what I wish to do. For me sexiness should just be let be. It doesn't need acknowledgement as far as I am conccerned because everytime you ask a girl why she's dressed so sexy, she'll answer: "If I wear something sexy I'll feel good about myself and more confident!".

Now to me women has and always will be the epitomy of hypocrasy. What they should do is realize that wearing sexy clothes does NOT improve self confidence yet it is simply a sexual impulse directed towards man. In the same way a female cat prancing around with her ass stuck up so high for all to see. You want honesty? Look at Cheetara from the thundercats. Now that woman exerts sexuality at full force. She was practically naked at the beginning of the series, and yet, she desnt need to wear sexy clothes just to feel 'sexy'

. P/S: Cheetara should technically have six nipples! That would've been a headache for the censoreship board hehe

Roll with it

Ok, seriously, what's the deal with music these days? I turned on the radio this morning and I can't listen to a single fekking station! You have hitz fm which plays bubblegum pop or hip hop, mix FM plays pretty much the same thing but last year's songs and X-Fresh whatever plays shitty local hip hop. I mean reaaally shitty local hip hop. We're not talking Ludacris shitty; we're talking Wlliam Shatner singing Beatles shitty here. Therefore, as a result, I am barely surviving on my CDs. I have probably reycled them like a million times and getting pretty tired of it honestly. There's a limit to how many times you can listen to Chris Martin belting out "Look at thesky.."

The other day I was listening to a local station right,(I wont disclose any names; but i can tell you that they play only Malaysian music) and heard the most disgusting Rap song I have ever heard in my life! Bloody bastard was talking about how 'gangsta' he was when he hadn't even seen a bleedin gun. What a wanker! And then he goes about yapping about how he rhymes better than Cindy fakin Crawford or something like that. Call me a pessimist or a freakin traitor to my country but John Lennon didn't take a bullet just so that some wannabe nigger can prance around on stage like he's "All That". I'm really angry now.

Masters of the Universe

Now He-Man was a really cool dude, and he taught me pretty much everything that I needed to know; and that is never screw around with a purple veil wearing skeleton; however sad his eyes may look. And never, ever gets involved with the freaky lady from the cave or whatever.

So last weekend I brought my girlfriend to the movies and as it turns out my parents were in town and wanted to see me. I couldn't just abandon my gf so I brought her along. She was sweating all over and was babbling nonsense aas she was exremely afraid hehe. Cant blame her cuz I was feeling pretty much the same thing. The meeting was fine and everything went ok. My parents gave their approval and everyody lives happily ever after.

What does that have to do with he-man? Absolutely nothing.