My blogging routine seems to have dwindled down to an average of two or three times a week from my daily postings of last year.
The finals are next week so rants and all that crap will be put off till 6th of May. I'm beginning to feel the pressure and stress but it's good stress as I can study better and concentrate more when I'm being pressured. I'm sure a lot of people probably operate like me or maybe I'm just a lazy bum. Whatever it is, I can't wait for next week to come. Just to get it over with.
A random thought sprang to my mind again (what else is new?) just yesterday. It's a hypocrisy that surrounds the use of swear words that we use everyday. Adults are presumably mature and old enough to know when and how to use foul language in our everyday life. However, we always discourage and punish children for using them.
Of course! You may very well say that. But what then gives the adults the right to swear all the same. It's not like there's an outright rule that says that teenagers at the age of 13 can use midly offensive words like 'damn', 'shit', and 'hell' and people reaching the age of 18 can use more crude words like fuck. (apologies for the rude language again) It's a bloody unwritten rule that just seems to discriminate once again. This war of the words seems very screwed up and just plain stupid. If you really don't want children learning the language then just don't use it. Just because you're an adult doesn't mean that you can freely use these words among your peers just because they are using it too. Children are bound to pick these words up anyway one day and when they do learn to use them, you can be sure that they're not going to waste any time not using them just to show that they are "adults" as well. Swear words should just be banned from dictionaries and vocabularies. Or we should make up less harsh words to say when we get pissed and angry.
Fark could replace fuck. Shit with shat. Heck with hell. And so on. Even among adults we criticise people for using foul language when we use them just as well. Once again the hypocrisy is dominating people. We are our own worst critics. I try not to use them but my efforts are really in vain. The words just spill out of your mouth before you even realise what you just said. It's horrible and yet no one is making an effort to try to curb this swearing habit of ours. Maybe we just don't want to. It's probably some ego thing that we habour in ourselves that using swear words would make us seem more "grown-up" or mature enough to talk anyway we like. In any case, as much as I hate to admit it, this is just another hypocrite talking to the hypocrites of the world.
Bear with me for a moment for it's another JL paragraph coming up here. I was watching the show yesterday and the story had all the seven members sort of bitching, arguing, and pissing each other off as individual superheroes would, what with their egos and stuff. And it dawned on me that they, as adults mind you, did not even use a single swear word. This was what started it all by the way. Technically JL is a children's show but in reality this would never happen. Batman would probably be going head to head with Flash, slashing out at each other verbally with words that even the Malaysian censorship board would be horrified to let the children of Malaysia hear. All the labelings of 'bitch', 'bastard', 'dumb-ass', 'm*th*r-f*ck*r', and all sorts of colourful language would be more suited to such verbal abuse that the JL members would use on each other rather than the kid-friendly language that cartoons are more attuned to. It was a reality check for me when I watched them battling out with each other that I just said aloud, "There's no way that they would get angry with each other like that. Where's all the swear words?"
This is probably just me but if we want to protect the children so much there should never have been any swear words to begin with. I wonder who was the bastard or bitch who started this long tapestry of words that eventually lead to the degradation of society today.
Phew. This ranting thing is wearing me down. It's up to you whether you want to swallow your pride and accept that fact or not but hey, it's not my place to preach my words.
Haven't been out in a long time so yesterday's expedition of sorts was as good as anytime to go out and let loose a bit.
The last time I saw Adelynn was a few months back during our New Year's party/get-together in my house, so it was good to see her again. And Alwin too. The three of us scoured and ronda-ed around in 1Utama for a few hours, just talking and gossiping and playing pool as well. It was my first time playing that game so I felt like a little girl learning everything all over again. Maybe a few more games will let me get used to it and play a lot better. I had cake again today. My guilty conscious is getting to me now. No more indulging for a long time now. I think I've put on a few pounds again since the beginning of this year already. Yikes. I can feel the pounds in my face and thighs. And arms. Eep. After that we hit Sharon's place to visit the sick-stricken girl. It seems the flu bug is hitting everyone these days. I've been suffering from sneezes and sniffs all week long. So, yes, it was fun too just relaxing and crapping about random stuff in the comforts of a friend's home.
My studying progress seems rather hindered for the moment. I can't seem to concentrate very well these days. Even though I seem to have all the time in the world to study and do revision I can't get myself to sit still for an hour or two and just concentrate on the work at hand. There're too many distractions in my room and house; namely tv and movies. I'm such a movie addict. I could probably sit down and just watch movies only for a few days straight. With the inclusion of a few hours sleep between movies here and there. No. Not good at all. Got to stay focused and leave all the movies for after the finals. My assignment results are not as good as I hoped they'd be. Yes, I can get very pissed when I don't expect things to happen as I expected them to be. And this is one of them. I honestly thought I did not a shabby job of my Marketing assignment but apparently the lecturer didn't agree with me. Grr. Whatever. I'm maddeningly pissed with the marks but I won't let him know about my anger and bitchiness by sulking in college. Just got to try harder and smarter. I officially hate Marketing now. But it's probably just my bitchiness side talking here.
I really don't hate everything as much as people like to think I do. Or don't.
There was this bugging and nagging rant at the top of my head for the past few days which I really have to let off now.
People, and I mean girls and ladies and women actually, feel that they have (must) to give birth to a baby boy or girl one day. I think that's quite extreme. It's not a case of must but why would you? Just because society dictates that we should. Or because of parents wanting a grandchild to preen and pamper day and night. Or for some other higher reasoning where it is our sacred duty to continue our family line and name or generation thing.
I remembered way back when I actually thought of how many kids I wanted to have. A boy and a girl. That was my ideal. I would have the best of both worlds; a boy and a girl. One of each. And the number two was also my favourite number then too. Now, I'm thinking again. Why would I want kids? Just to fulfill some inner self itching to experience the painful childbirth process. Or just to be another mom. I really don't know yet but when it comes, it comes.
There're over 6 billion people in the world as of 2000. It's five years since then so it's probably a little over 6.5 billion at the least, I should think. We don't need to increase the world's population any more than we should. It's selfish to think that we have to have a baby just because we want to. Just because we want to experience the "joys" of childbirth. There're so many orphans in the world today that could easily fill in that joy of having a child without birthing another baby. It's also much less painful than having to go through pregnancy and those baby weening years. Unless you opt to adopt a baby then that's fine as well. I think I would adopt a kid if I could. Why go through childbirth and waste your body, unless you happen to have access to a personal trainer to get back to your original shape in two months or less? You'd be doing that kid and yourself a favour. You'd be giving the kid a chance to live again and you get to fulfill that empty void of parenting that one day most of us would probably feel.
Most people would probably don't agree with my thoughts but I'm not here to advocate them and push it into their brains. This is just another one of those random and slight insightful thoughts that most people won't normally talk about much less think about.
I hope I've given you something to think about today. Cheers.
I've abandoned that long ranty post on Superman now since I can't mould my thoughts into somewhat concrete points and ideas that would even sound mildly convincing for this blog.
I think my attention span on vampires and the like has shifted to reading about the death of a poodle and a genius of a fifteen year old boy in "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time". I'm halfway through the book already and am hoping that I can write a review about it tomorrow about the same time as now.
On to the rant of the day. Or night.
Everyone is a hypocrite. It's a fact. It's just how much and how far a hypocrite are you. We do things that may seem right to others but we might not feel about it the same way. One person goes along with the crowd, everyone goes along with that one person. And the cycle never ends.
Following the recent event in the news about the Pope passing on, I can't honestly say that I am absolutely sad or even remotely feel anything about this loss to millions of people all over the world. It affects every single person differently but I don't think that it's a solid reason to take the chance to "feel" sad when you really don't. It's like riding the wave of another just to get the "feel" of it. It's just plain despicable. You simply force yourself to feel sad and mournful when you clearly don't just because other people are doing it. It returns to following the "crowd" just to feel wanted. Bullshit.
I'm outrightly saying this that I don't feel sad nor intend to mourn about it for a whole week. However, I will respect those who genuinely feel bereaved and sorrowful about this tragic incident and will not intrude in it. That's life and we move on.
People will take any opportunity to make something out of someone. Whether it be someone's loss or gain, there will be someone out to make a profit from it. A tragic event is a profitable one. The evil geniuses know how to take advantage of a tragic incident, hence that Princess Diana thing and the recent Pope thing being so similar. The dark side will turn out one day when there'll be mugs, cups, placemats, spoons, forks, sporks, plates, tupperwares and all consumer-durable things being emblazoned with his face boldly without shame. Souvenir stands' owners will be the richest people behind Gates or Rowling as they cash in on that sole tragic event and milk it for all it's worth. And the worst part is, that most of these people will probably not be actual mourners but just want to "fit in" and "mourn" together with the truly bereaved.
Sometimes, people question me about why I can be so indifferent and distant about things and events that affect most people. The answer is that I simply don't feel the same way. Why should I pretend to feel sad about a person I know nothing of nor knew him or her? I don't need to go all sad and lament about how terrible that event was or cry crocodile tears over certain people's fate. I'll save my energy to do all the mourning and crying I want to do when it really affects me. So, yes it might be sad and horrible that people lost their homes and treasures, but what's the point of moaning about it when you don't bother to do something about it. You're just wasting the earth's precious resources of oxygen as you talk more and more about it but don't contribute a shit.
It's just like people telling you not to waste food when other people are starving in some African country. What will eating up every morsel of food do for them? It's not like all the food that we don't eat will fill their malnourished bellies. I think it's better if we actually toss food that we don't and can't eat away as stray animals will benefit it more from us than under-nourished children will as they are really far away and getting food to them would involve too much trouble for me or anyone else to handle. At least, decomposition is better for the earth too as waste will be converted back into the soil and feed the earth more. I know I read this somewhere in the newspaper one of those days but can't find it now.
If you really feel sad about something and feel so strongly about it, then do something. Go volunteer for MERCY Malaysia or the Red Cross but don't sit on your ass and just talk about it like you're a damned politician whose "work" is never done. All your work has to be delegated to someone lower than you while you relax in a lavishly furnished home and drive low-mileage and gas-consuming vehicles. I'm sorry that I don't feel so strongly about it even though I wish I could help. The least I can do is donate and hope that my money makes their way into the hands of someone who could really use an extra blanket or a sack of rice. Maybe one day when I do feel strongly about it I will volunteer and do something about it. But not today.
That felt good.
I'm done with my self-indulgent ranting for the night and my sincere apologies if I've offended anyone reading this wasted space of memory. I promise to try to keep my rants shorter than this but it seems to be getting longer everytime I do. God bless all.
The sheer joy and ecstasy after I've printed it all out cannot be described articulately in mere words here.
I've never appreciated sleep and rest so much till now.
I was going to wait till the next morning, that is April Fool's Day, tomorrow to post but I don't think my eyes can wait any longer.
Do you really expect a long and conspicously politically incorrect rant from me after that horrible ordeal I just hurdled over called an "assignment"?
The competitiveness and nitpicking in me will probably lead me to more scrutinising and maybe some minor
major editing tomorrow morning before I hand it up at the office.
Goodnight all. Blogging should resume to normal tomorrow.