Answer: It's what you make out of it.
I've been listening to the Blueprint from Real Social Dynamics(RSD) and I say that it's brilliant. Apart from the common misconception that it's pick-up material and it's complete common sense, I would strongly recommend the Blueprint to everyone who feels that he lacks purpose, there is no meaning in Life or the other symptoms of having a uprooted self. Notice I don't recommend it to everyone, because some people don't feel that certain emptiness gnawing at them, and others think it's common sense. I don't trample on their beliefs and go all-egoistical, screaming about how they sleepwalk through life and how their realities are weak. It's good to be open-minded, and not everyone is the same. By the way, common sense isn't that common at all.
So I went to hang out with KJ around the void deck under his apartment. With the usual crap-talking about random topics that come to our minds, mostly revolving about games, girls and any other thing that interests guys. Then all of a sudden, this woman walks by, trips and almost falls flat on her face. She had a Husky along with her. I told her to be more careful and asked if I can touch the dog. This sparked into a long conversation.
She's in her 60's and she was born in Malaysia. It started from banal topics like where are we studying and it slowly progressed towards life and death. She shared her experiences in life and her inner demons, such as depression spirals and suicidal thoughts. In many ways, I thought she was like me. A nihilist of sorts and a easygoing person.
It's quite funny how a hang-out night can twist itself into a nice conversation with a complete stranger. All you need is a starter and it hits off so quickly. Sure, you need some balls and a sense of a rooted reality (which can be achieved rather easily), but having the confidence, the ability to open someone up and communicate feels like having a progressive knife to cut open the A.T. field. I would think pick-up routines is the knife, and natural game would be the neutralizing the opposite field with a stronger one.
If you don't get the references, go watch Neon Genesis Evangelion. It's shitfucking awesome, without the pointless deep cryptic fillers at the end.
October 25, 2009
October 18, 2009
Obey the law, because might is right.
So I read about activists protesting against capital punishment. Yawning Bread had a post on a teenager set for the noose for smuggling heroin. His argument was that a lot of countries have abolished capital punishment, thus we should too. Logically, the argument is flawed and it makes no sense to follow in the footsteps of the majority because everyone is doing it.
However, we humans have a very annoying set of rules called morals. Subjective and socially-influenced, morals leaves conflict and arguments in its wake. It's abstract nature is what makes it so cantankerous to deal with. Conflicting morals can never be resolved without one side compromising itself. Here's an example of what I have noticed.
Moral #1: It is immoral to kill.
Moral #2: It is right to execute those who kill others.
You see the dilemma already? To kill or not to kill, that is the question. More often than not, the murderer gets executed without hesitation. Hypocritical bullshit.
A groundless logical fallacy? Not. The pro-life murders happen all the time and they base their actions on the two morals stated above.
This is why I hate it when people pull in morals in arguments. All they have to do in win the crowd over and it's an instant good game, no matter how ludicrous or absurd that rule was in the first place (See rape in the Middle East, apparently it's the woman's fault for tempting the man when she's already wrapped up like a present).
Yawning Bread had his case revolving around a 19 year old drug trafficker, with the standard pity-seeking script of how difficult his life was and how his sick mother is unaware that her son is going to die. Fuck you all, all of you wouldn't even give a damn if he's two years older, and you all would even SUPPORT the idea if they told you that he beats his mother up for money. Seems like when teenagers get involved in a major offense, it is NEVER really his fault. It's either a broken childhood or abusive parents. He was old enough to understand the law, he broke it, he deserved punishment. Simple and direct. Case closed.
So if you want to break the law, don't get caught and when you do, don't make up any excuses because they already told you of the consequences.
However, we humans have a very annoying set of rules called morals. Subjective and socially-influenced, morals leaves conflict and arguments in its wake. It's abstract nature is what makes it so cantankerous to deal with. Conflicting morals can never be resolved without one side compromising itself. Here's an example of what I have noticed.
Moral #1: It is immoral to kill.
Moral #2: It is right to execute those who kill others.
You see the dilemma already? To kill or not to kill, that is the question. More often than not, the murderer gets executed without hesitation. Hypocritical bullshit.
A groundless logical fallacy? Not. The pro-life murders happen all the time and they base their actions on the two morals stated above.
This is why I hate it when people pull in morals in arguments. All they have to do in win the crowd over and it's an instant good game, no matter how ludicrous or absurd that rule was in the first place (See rape in the Middle East, apparently it's the woman's fault for tempting the man when she's already wrapped up like a present).
Yawning Bread had his case revolving around a 19 year old drug trafficker, with the standard pity-seeking script of how difficult his life was and how his sick mother is unaware that her son is going to die. Fuck you all, all of you wouldn't even give a damn if he's two years older, and you all would even SUPPORT the idea if they told you that he beats his mother up for money. Seems like when teenagers get involved in a major offense, it is NEVER really his fault. It's either a broken childhood or abusive parents. He was old enough to understand the law, he broke it, he deserved punishment. Simple and direct. Case closed.
So if you want to break the law, don't get caught and when you do, don't make up any excuses because they already told you of the consequences.
October 14, 2009
Dazed, but definately not confused
I haven't been starting on my plans. I blame it on myself and no one else. Instead of brooding over past mistakes, I'm going to forget about it and make it work the next time, trying again and again.
So after analyzing on mistakes, I realized that I get distracted easily and without a need, be it food, water or nicotine, I simply forget on my priorities and go back into a trance of unproductive daze. So here is the experimental solution: I cut back on giving myself satisfaction and only use it as a reward. The carrot on a stick works on both animals and humans, and we aren't much different anyway; we all aim to survive and replicate.
I need to constantly remind myself of my goals and my desires, primarily due to a spontaneous nature and bad memory (I don't remember being so forgetful when I was younger, that probably means I haven't been using my brain much). So I'm going to write it all on a piece of paper and stick it on the walls of my room, together with motivational quotes and images. I guess sticking a picture of a pretty female on the wall to use it as a motivational idol would most likely to be seen as an excuse, but I'll try it out anyway.
I see people allowing themselves to stop struggling and just remain the same way as they are. One year later, they would probably be the same. This is not okay. I see vast amounts of potential getting wasted, and I do not want to end up in the same state. I'll continue working myself while they waste away. Many have drowned in the waters of mediocrity while making their way across the seas of Life. I want to reach an island and climb to the top. Because winning feels great.
Time's a wastin', now catch up on the wasted years.
So after analyzing on mistakes, I realized that I get distracted easily and without a need, be it food, water or nicotine, I simply forget on my priorities and go back into a trance of unproductive daze. So here is the experimental solution: I cut back on giving myself satisfaction and only use it as a reward. The carrot on a stick works on both animals and humans, and we aren't much different anyway; we all aim to survive and replicate.
I need to constantly remind myself of my goals and my desires, primarily due to a spontaneous nature and bad memory (I don't remember being so forgetful when I was younger, that probably means I haven't been using my brain much). So I'm going to write it all on a piece of paper and stick it on the walls of my room, together with motivational quotes and images. I guess sticking a picture of a pretty female on the wall to use it as a motivational idol would most likely to be seen as an excuse, but I'll try it out anyway.
I see people allowing themselves to stop struggling and just remain the same way as they are. One year later, they would probably be the same. This is not okay. I see vast amounts of potential getting wasted, and I do not want to end up in the same state. I'll continue working myself while they waste away. Many have drowned in the waters of mediocrity while making their way across the seas of Life. I want to reach an island and climb to the top. Because winning feels great.
Time's a wastin', now catch up on the wasted years.
October 10, 2009
I'm in a Boomz mood right now
For all those who do not get the meme, youtube Ris Low and you will find the answer.
So apparently Boomz is our very own internet meme. Great, finally a refreshing change to Sparta calls, although I know it will become overused very soon and I would whine about it here.
Here's my two cents on this incident in general.
1. Looks: It's supposed to be a beauty pageant. Even if she knows pi to the millionth number, if she doesn't look pretty, she shouldn't win. (I hear the feminist militant jeep starting up). Yes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but there is a general standard regarding looks. Ris, by any standards, is not pretty nor cute, nowhere close. Her make-up skills are lacking too. Simply pick out a Japanese girl from Shibuya and she can easily win over the entire competition in a heartbeat.
2. English: Fine, her English is horrible. Despite the organizers claiming that her oral presentation skills were excellent (more like oral pleasing skills), I see a bunch of bullshit made up to cover up for her extra services. Not all Singaporeans suck at speaking English, contrary to popular belief. Pick someone else who can speak properly, dammit.
3. Fashion sense : I have close to none so I wouldn't comment on her choices. It's just the way she puts her ideas across that makes it sound extremely corny (hesitation and mispronunciation, combined with unnatural amounts of thinking time involved).
4. Kleptomaniacal tendencies : No one is a saint, no one really cares if she stole credit cards before. However what intrigues me is the amount of stories made up to explain this as well as the drama fabricated for entertainment purposes (Like the bipolar explanation and the Pokemon card stealing). The media is a disgusting scandalous tool.
5. Boomz : It's probably something muttered out in nervousness, or a bad attempt to be funny (I get that all the time). It's going to be really popular around TP (I feel it in my bones), and stupid bengs are going to use it three times in a single sentence. While I can, I'm going to use it for comedic effects, no more than 3 times a week. After that I'm going to get a new one to replace this.
Conclusion: Miss Universe is a lie, it's just an excuse for rich powerful men to pick a wife out of. The local organizers are corrupt, and no votes were taken into consideration. It's just how much the girls allowed the crew to touch them.
So apparently Boomz is our very own internet meme. Great, finally a refreshing change to Sparta calls, although I know it will become overused very soon and I would whine about it here.
Here's my two cents on this incident in general.
1. Looks: It's supposed to be a beauty pageant. Even if she knows pi to the millionth number, if she doesn't look pretty, she shouldn't win. (I hear the feminist militant jeep starting up). Yes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but there is a general standard regarding looks. Ris, by any standards, is not pretty nor cute, nowhere close. Her make-up skills are lacking too. Simply pick out a Japanese girl from Shibuya and she can easily win over the entire competition in a heartbeat.
2. English: Fine, her English is horrible. Despite the organizers claiming that her oral presentation skills were excellent (more like oral pleasing skills), I see a bunch of bullshit made up to cover up for her extra services. Not all Singaporeans suck at speaking English, contrary to popular belief. Pick someone else who can speak properly, dammit.
3. Fashion sense : I have close to none so I wouldn't comment on her choices. It's just the way she puts her ideas across that makes it sound extremely corny (hesitation and mispronunciation, combined with unnatural amounts of thinking time involved).
4. Kleptomaniacal tendencies : No one is a saint, no one really cares if she stole credit cards before. However what intrigues me is the amount of stories made up to explain this as well as the drama fabricated for entertainment purposes (Like the bipolar explanation and the Pokemon card stealing). The media is a disgusting scandalous tool.
5. Boomz : It's probably something muttered out in nervousness, or a bad attempt to be funny (I get that all the time). It's going to be really popular around TP (I feel it in my bones), and stupid bengs are going to use it three times in a single sentence. While I can, I'm going to use it for comedic effects, no more than 3 times a week. After that I'm going to get a new one to replace this.
Conclusion: Miss Universe is a lie, it's just an excuse for rich powerful men to pick a wife out of. The local organizers are corrupt, and no votes were taken into consideration. It's just how much the girls allowed the crew to touch them.
October 8, 2009
The conclusion of a trip gone wrong / Final day
Finally, this madness has come to a close. After 3 weeks of mental torment and ego-destroying attacks, I can now get away from relatives that I don't want to associate with and see all of you back home. Just a few more hours before I leave for the airport (better smoke up more, I wouldn't get to for the entire wait).
I would honestly say that this trip wasn't enjoyable at all. Apart from the long arcade trips and the solo exploration trips, it was pretty much going through shit, such as getting forced into boring tourist spots (flower appreciation wtf) and having to follow princess window shop. It felt more like a spiritual training pilgrimage. If there is one thing I hate, it's my freedom getting restricted.
Right now I'm staying awake as usual, hoping to sleep pass the boring flight. Bitch is forcing me off the com soon. What a cunt.
I thought about life in general while I was here. No deep revelations, but I learnt that my life is pretty decent. I don't have to drive trucks late into the night, nor do I have to brave the rain and deliver newspapers at 4am. Also, I realised that all I want out of life is to do whatever I want. Fuck the Singaporean dream, fuck everyone else's expectations. I live the way I want, don't push your shattered aspirations on me.
I also discovered how important people are to me. No, not people in general (misanthrope Boon still lives), but those who are close to me. Fuck, getting saperated from them actually hurts. No, I don't cry myself to sleep, but I miss the fun hanging out with them. Here's a bunch of dedicated thanks I want to give to.
To Anthony : You are one person who made the largest impact in my life. Since Sec 3 onwards, you have been putting up with my bullshit and convincing me that there is a brighter side to life, that is to fuck it and be happy. Emo Boon wouldn't have dissapeared without you, nor would Christian Boon without your diabolic influence (I'm smoking now thanks to you, haha). You taught me to enjoy what I can and to appreciate people. Thanks dude, I wouldn't have been the way I am without you. I know I have let you down, and I'm trying to improve now. We are going to rock the world!
To Jun: You are pretty much a jerk for shooting me all the time, but you are still important to me with your tough-love bullshit. I'll beat you in sparing by the end of the year, just you wait, Dong Li Jiao Che.
To Xavier : You unleashed Tinker Boon. Now he's all deep and cryptic. Haha, you are definitely another pillar of strength of mine. You are not weird, because I'm the definition of weird. Thank you for all the shit you taught me, I'll beat you in arm-wrestling on last day of the year. I haven't forgotten the agreement. Stop watching all the horrible anime Kok recommends, because it sucks serious balls.
To Kok : You are horrible at dota, your taste in anime sucks and a nub in general, but you still put up with my shit. Free BB credits at your place too. Thanks.
To CS,Gan,Jie,XQ and the rest : You guys are the only ones who probably appreciate my sense of humor. True smoking buddies as well. I'll play harder with you guys when I get back.
So the trip has ended. Holidays would be ending soon. I have been in a daze for way too long. I shall not falter and continue being chained into a stasis, for tomorrow's harvest depends on today's efforts. Gotta' constantly be active, gotta' make my own way into the world.
Time to get this shit started.
I would honestly say that this trip wasn't enjoyable at all. Apart from the long arcade trips and the solo exploration trips, it was pretty much going through shit, such as getting forced into boring tourist spots (flower appreciation wtf) and having to follow princess window shop. It felt more like a spiritual training pilgrimage. If there is one thing I hate, it's my freedom getting restricted.
Right now I'm staying awake as usual, hoping to sleep pass the boring flight. Bitch is forcing me off the com soon. What a cunt.
I thought about life in general while I was here. No deep revelations, but I learnt that my life is pretty decent. I don't have to drive trucks late into the night, nor do I have to brave the rain and deliver newspapers at 4am. Also, I realised that all I want out of life is to do whatever I want. Fuck the Singaporean dream, fuck everyone else's expectations. I live the way I want, don't push your shattered aspirations on me.
I also discovered how important people are to me. No, not people in general (misanthrope Boon still lives), but those who are close to me. Fuck, getting saperated from them actually hurts. No, I don't cry myself to sleep, but I miss the fun hanging out with them. Here's a bunch of dedicated thanks I want to give to.
To Anthony : You are one person who made the largest impact in my life. Since Sec 3 onwards, you have been putting up with my bullshit and convincing me that there is a brighter side to life, that is to fuck it and be happy. Emo Boon wouldn't have dissapeared without you, nor would Christian Boon without your diabolic influence (I'm smoking now thanks to you, haha). You taught me to enjoy what I can and to appreciate people. Thanks dude, I wouldn't have been the way I am without you. I know I have let you down, and I'm trying to improve now. We are going to rock the world!
To Jun: You are pretty much a jerk for shooting me all the time, but you are still important to me with your tough-love bullshit. I'll beat you in sparing by the end of the year, just you wait, Dong Li Jiao Che.
To Xavier : You unleashed Tinker Boon. Now he's all deep and cryptic. Haha, you are definitely another pillar of strength of mine. You are not weird, because I'm the definition of weird. Thank you for all the shit you taught me, I'll beat you in arm-wrestling on last day of the year. I haven't forgotten the agreement. Stop watching all the horrible anime Kok recommends, because it sucks serious balls.
To Kok : You are horrible at dota, your taste in anime sucks and a nub in general, but you still put up with my shit. Free BB credits at your place too. Thanks.
To CS,Gan,Jie,XQ and the rest : You guys are the only ones who probably appreciate my sense of humor. True smoking buddies as well. I'll play harder with you guys when I get back.
So the trip has ended. Holidays would be ending soon. I have been in a daze for way too long. I shall not falter and continue being chained into a stasis, for tomorrow's harvest depends on today's efforts. Gotta' constantly be active, gotta' make my own way into the world.
Time to get this shit started.
October 3, 2009
Japanese girls FTW / Day ??? (I lost count)
Yes, that's right. I got sent to some resort that is hawaii-themed, got forced to play in a water-downed version of wild wild wet (pun intended) and watch hula girls dance. Don't give me the crap that it's supposed to be hot. It's not. Srsly.
Now, the only rewarding thing was watching Japanese girls run around and play in the water slides. All my life, I have never seen such an amazing sight. The feminine form baring as little covering as possible in water. It's like watching a volcanic eruption, a tsunami, a sunrise and a sunset on top of a mountian, a tornado and a rainbow conbined, multiplied by the power of a million. No words can really express the scene. I am DEFINATELY coming in summer. Fuck yeah.
Another lesson learnt in Japan : Never judge a woman's figure under loose clothes. I saw this pair check in at the hotel. Nothing to catch my attention, until I saw them again at the pool. Even Jesus would have wept. Once again, words cannot discribe, so I'm leaving it to your imagination.
So CA isn't here to bitch at me (went for some stupid overnight chanting session), AC and princess are both out at some 24 hours supermarket. I'm alone, with no one to disturb me and internet access. I finally feel at home. Tomorrow would be shopping day and last chance for anyone to ask for anything, so if you suddenly remember you want something, drop Boon a Facebook message by 4th October, midnight latest. I'm going on my first and largest shopping spree. I'll report again once I shock CA into cardiac arrest with my purchases.
Now, the only rewarding thing was watching Japanese girls run around and play in the water slides. All my life, I have never seen such an amazing sight. The feminine form baring as little covering as possible in water. It's like watching a volcanic eruption, a tsunami, a sunrise and a sunset on top of a mountian, a tornado and a rainbow conbined, multiplied by the power of a million. No words can really express the scene. I am DEFINATELY coming in summer. Fuck yeah.
Another lesson learnt in Japan : Never judge a woman's figure under loose clothes. I saw this pair check in at the hotel. Nothing to catch my attention, until I saw them again at the pool. Even Jesus would have wept. Once again, words cannot discribe, so I'm leaving it to your imagination.
So CA isn't here to bitch at me (went for some stupid overnight chanting session), AC and princess are both out at some 24 hours supermarket. I'm alone, with no one to disturb me and internet access. I finally feel at home. Tomorrow would be shopping day and last chance for anyone to ask for anything, so if you suddenly remember you want something, drop Boon a Facebook message by 4th October, midnight latest. I'm going on my first and largest shopping spree. I'll report again once I shock CA into cardiac arrest with my purchases.
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