The Lost Verse of the Book of Revelation

I just learnt something horrible today...

Something really horrible...

Something really, really horrible...

I just found out...

...that...

...the internet...

...is no longer safe...

I just found out...

...that...

...we are not alone...

I just found out...

...that...

...Mok Ken, a family friend who I'm much closer to than some, if not all, blood relatives other than my immediate family...

...and Papa, who is my father...

...[It is rather important to state that Papa is what I call my father because I have an Ibu, a Mama, an Umi and two Meks, all different individuals]...

...have...

...wait for it...

...very suspensful music...

...[anybody else bored of thinks I'm milking this too much?]...

BLOGS!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!

OH, LORD! WON'T SOMEBODY THINK OF THE CHILDREN?

Red Alert! 

The last frontier of privacy has been breached!

This is not a drill!

I repeat, this is NOT a drill!

But to be perfectly honest there's nothing wrong with that, isn't it? The parents being IT-savvy, I mean. I mean, they now can be updated with what's happening in your world, right? And they can read your musings and luahan perasaan on your blogs now... Reading... Knowing... Being shocked...

Excuse me, I hear the phone ringing!

*quickly shuffle off to censor past posts*

Rants!

Let me rant:

Sex in movies: 

If you want true love, you should have sex. Once you find your true love, find a flat surface and fuck each other brains out. 

This is what Hollywood teaching us. Non-platonic Love is non-existent without sex. Sometimes, even platonic love would be accented with sex.

I believe that making love is a good thing. Hell, humans literally cannot live without sex. The people who teach you that sex is dirty is demented. Sex is good. Fuck is entertaining. And ideally, love between to paramours should be complimented with sex.

By The Jader

I also believe, for myself, in post-marital sex. Men are sexual beings. Women take a lot of self-convincing and preparation to ready themselves for sex. Men, generally, just need a hole. Sometimes, not even that. And it's our natural instinct to lie, cheat, rape and pillage for sex. It is also our natural instinct to shun commitments. What sets the human males from animals is our ability to deny those particular instincts, though most of us do not exercise it. It's not a stereotype, gents, it's evolutionary biology. 

There's couples out there, who think they're so in love with their partners that they give in to the lust. In my personal secular opinion, there's nothing wrong with that. But are you sure that the man involved is really in love with you? 

Try this: a week after the next time you have sex, tell him that you missed your period and the home kit says you're pregnant, see how he reacts. 

90% of men who convince you to abort within minutes of the announcement is not thinking how the child would change your life, he's thinking of how it'd change HIS life. You're just his fuck toy. Yeah, maybe he has some attachment to you that can be called love but at that stage, the attachment is not strong enough and can be cut off in case of emergencies like this. 

Hell, I say 90% because I don't want to be proven wrong only. I believe it's 100%. I mean, if you do that, it's bloody obvious to the whole world that you're an asshole who's using the girl, even if the latter is too blinded by 'love' to see that simple fact. Sadly, that is usually the case, though.

Marriage is the ultimate commitment for the present-day society. If the man can freely choose to overcome every urge coded in every DNA in every cell of his body to commit to this, that man loves you. Unless he's doing it for the wrong reasons, that is. Humans are also different from animals in the sense that they'd lie, cheat, rape and pillage for any goal at all. 

That being said, I envy friends who do have sex because they found people they truly trust and the males are not taking advantage. Not because they get to do it... well, maybe a bit... but rather, because they find someone that is worthy of that trust... okay, a lot, jeez get off my back, already.  

Back to the movies: Yeah, virgins don't find true love in Hollywood. They used to, but after Titanic, the virgin population in Hollywood is 0. That's a bit sad, isn't it? This is a brainwashing that no one wants to raise an issue with for fear of being called a prude. 

I mean, watch Benjamin Button. The main plot is love. But watch that movie again. There's no real romance, there's a lot of rolling around naked. EVERY romantic scene in that movie involves sex in some kind. I bet you didn't realize that until I told you, didja? Hell, I didn't even realize that until I read Roger Ebert's review. That is how deeply embedded love=sex is in our minds. [Mr Ebert is as old as dinosaurs, that's why he managed to spot that fact]

Oh, and need I remind anyone of the long, long, long sex scene in 300? How many positions they fit in the single sex scene of the movie? Oh and how about Red Cliff part 1? I watched the censored version and I got it, they love each other. The sex scene was totally unnecessary! Last Samurai also like that, what the hell.

I wanted to post more one but malas la already... Need to begin my neurology case history and it's 12.13 a.m. already! It's due tomorrow, summore. Haih... 

Edit:

This quote is too good not to include it. 

"Definition: 'Love' is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope. Statement: This definition, I am told, is subject to interpretation. Obviously, love is a matter of odds. Not many meatbags could make such a shot, and fewer would derive love from it. Yet for me, love is knowing your target, putting them in your targeting reticle, and together, achieving a singular purpose, against statistically long odds."

- HK-47, Protocol/Assassin Droid

By Demetri Martin

Some people would blast me for this but I find this absolutely funny. 

I had the urge to write for a few days already but have no finished piece to publish. There's a few things I wanted to write about but I'm having the worst writer's block. 

I also kinda get stressed because I feel like I HAVE to write about something controversial to get comments. I NEED COMMENTS I NEED COMMENTS I NEED COMMENTSTNOSCSOJDOSDOASKSODKOSFJOSFOSGHGUIWURYUIFY!!dkjaskjd29398da

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That's my attention-whoring middle-child-syndrome talking. 

Oh well.

Let the Stormy Cloud Chase Everyone from the Place

Saw this in a friend's post and just had to finish it but Zazanazi always sets her comments off when posting interesting pieces.

"Death, is much like the dark stormy skies. You kinda always knew that the rain will come pouring down, but it isn't until the beading drops wet your face will you realise the full extent of such possibility."

Extension: 

There are pretty much two options when that happens.

Would you drop everything and start dancing in the rain? 

Would you start running in the futile attempt to stay dry?

I despairingly hope for the former but who could know? Until those metaphorical drops drench one's face, one couldn't know. Will the drops be cold and painful? Will the tears of heaven be cool and refreshing? Will one smile in the face of death or stand petrified?

Oh well, since I can't know these things, why bother thinking about it, eh?

Except that I can't help it.

OMGOMGOMGOGMOGMOGMGOMGOGMOGMOGMGOMGOGMOG

Excuse me while I squeal like a little girl

SQUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

WTF Pt 2

I actually saw this on the intertubes yesterday but reseeing it again made me feel like blogging. 

Now, tell me what's wrong with it?

No, it's not the fact that I did see Lennon instead of Potter. 

No, it's not the atrocious misusage of 'your'

It's the comparison of a persona who took part in resculpting the shape of modern music to a fictional character that wasn't even written very well. 

This is the future, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls: Our children will turn to us and ask, "Daddy/Mommy, who was Harry Potter?"

The sadder thing is that 75% of us will say, "Well, dear... Harry Potter was..."

The saddest thing is that 69% of our children will go on reading Miss Rowling's books and claim that their life changed from that moment!

Oh my...

Soon, nobody that was alive during Lennon's time will walk this Earth. I fear not for the Beatles will be immortalize, no, scratch that; The Beatles is immortal like Beethoven and Mona Lisa and perhaps, Marilyn Monroe. 

But I suppose nobody could predict the future. We can't really look to the past to catch a glimpse of what's coming. Nobody had reliable recordings those day and now they do. We're listening to dead people's voice as clear as a medium would. When I close my eyes: it's like Croce's performing on a stage with the audience of one; like I'm with the crowd listening to Cobain's same old mistake in his rendition of the Man Who Sold the World; like I'm worshipping with Harrison through the song My Sweet Lord.

I once thought the world of Star Wars and Transmetropolitan are just bullshit with their predictions of the future. [I know, I know - long time ago in a galaxy far far away and all]

Actually being through the process of data-transfering from those literally floppy disks to DVDs to External Hard Disks the size of your palm with more memory of events than your own brain can remember really gave me some perspective.

I think about these kinds of things and I shudder. Who would've thought back when I was 7 that a thing as thick as your finger can hold 4 GB? Hell, back then, the computer in my house had 2GBs and 1 was used for Windows. 

Or a phone could be as mobile as a notepad?

Or a camera could capture pictures clearer than life?

The price: The most important things in life - Relationships, Memories, Remarkability of Talents, the Importance of Being at the Right Place at the Right Time and more - The significance of these things lessen, whittled down to, when the moment comes, nothingness. The meaning of being human would be gone. 

The wonders of technology? The horrors of technology is more like it. Saying this, I've been spending the better part of my 24-hour day in front of a computer. I'm lost. Save yourself! Go out! Be human!

WTF

In my exam month of January '09, I blogged a total of 8 posts and 3 drafts. During my holidays of two weeks: Zero, 零, nul, zéro, null, kosong, μηδέν, ゼロ, ноль, cero. And 2 half-hearted drafts.

So, I'll write the things I hate because I have a neverending flow of that.

Things that I don't really but get irked so much:

1. Malay holier-than-thou couples. We don't touch each other, why others hold each other like they're giving us live porn shows? Seriously, people, we find your standing so far apart in photos super funny. SUPER. I mean, I'm okay with people who do this per se. Just those who drop the line: tengok couple lain, diorang semua pegang pegang sana sini. Pseudo-religious people. Eww. Reminds me the time when Ujang went all pseudo-religious and shit.

2. People who change their name to western [English/Italian/Spanish etc.] sounding ones. You're not Sherry, you're Sharifah. You're not Rob, you're Rubinathan anak lelaki Muthusamy. I mean, I'm totally okay with people who are born with western names or those whose nickname is given to them by friends/family but those who choose their own nickname burn me up. 

3. Blonde/Red hair on Asians. You're pushing it with brown but going blonde? Not streaks, summore, whole head yellow as hay hair. Yes, people are going to say, "Is this your natural hair color?" Hell, I think I'm gonna start asking people that.

4. In the same vein: People with so-far-from-natural colored contact lenses. Lesser known fact: Malays and Chinese don't get light brown/hazel eyes. Don't get me started with blue.

That's enough of hate-fest.