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So basically, computer rosak d. Will be onlining using others' pc minimally. This blog is practically gonna die.
I sometimes feel like such a douche. Like right now, I'm listening to Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake Waltz. I question my enjoyment of it. Does every drum beat move me or do I have it in my collection because that's what people of taste have?
I've read some heavy stuff, comparatively. Take Plato's Lysis for example. Did I read it because I was curious on Plato's thoughts on friendship or so that I can tell people I've read Plato?
English as a language. Do I correct people wen dey tok lik dis because I can't stand it or is it because I want to show people that my English, at least in written form, is better than average?
In every situation the former and the latter arguments have it merit, or so it seems to me.
My disdain for Malaysian music acts is not a secret. Most of them sounds like they're ripping off western bands or worse, each other. There were a few with promise. Siti Nurhaliza immediately comes to mind but she went over to the pop-side and that was the decision that broke her career for me. And there are really good acts: Too Phat, Zainal Abidin, Saleem and so on... But these people have more of a Malaysian level of goodness, not an international one.
First Malaysian song that pleasantly surprised me [because I can't believe it's from Malaysia] was Crumbs by Disagree, though it was more than a little dark for me. I still remember that I was in the tuition van that I heard it the first time, the moonbeam reflecting on the driver's baldness.
Second was that song me and Barry heard at Battle of the Bands [or something like it] at Pyramid, 2, 3 years back. It had this Hawaiian/beach sound and we were very entertained. We actually turned to each other and said, "That's pretty good." Then, we realized the lyrics goes something like this: "Heavenly Father, drop your love from the sky." Now, it's not because of it's Christian or anything... well, I think it WAS because it's Christian. Me and GB walked away laughing at the lyrics and ourselves for getting hooked by the music.
Third - 3/4 of Butterfingers' Kembali album. I wrote a review about it for a local short-lived online newsblog and I remember saying that it set the bar pretty high for the Malaysian music scene. They proved that you don't need English to be musically awesome on the international level.
Tonight, I heard this:
She wears a tudung to boot. A lot of idiots call her a hypocrite for wearing a tudung and singing publicly, I say screw these dogs of defecating pus. God's gift isn't something to be hidden. On the other hand, she has that kind of headshape that wearing tudung looks really flat and funny.
Curse Yuna and her ability to make me have hopes for the Malaysian music scene!
You know what's the most annoying thing about being a med student? The perpetual feeling of not knowing anything medical almost cuts it but the title is held by MMS
That's right, kids. Medical Students' Syndrome. In Russia we call it the Third Year Disease. Third year of Russian medical school is when we start learning about the doctor-y stuff.
So, being a med student, all this bunch of new information pouring in creates a hypochondria of the worst degree. [Hypochondria - Excessive worry about having serious illness]
Whenever we pee more than normal, no, it's not the coffee we've been chugging: it's Diabetes.
Whenever we cough - Tuberculosis, Pneumonia
Headache - High blood pressure, Meningitis [!]
Sneeze - we check our motor-function, in case an aneurysm exploded.
Hell, if we feel hot, we check our damned thyroid! That's how much of a hypochondriac we are!
And worst of all, we know that this Syndrome exists. So, we don't want to go to the doctor but at the same time, we can't sit still. How fucked up is that?
A lecturer told me that doctors are usually admitted with the rarest or the worst forms of diseases. Well, duh! It's this bloody syndrome's fault!
I don't know why I feel this information is related to the post but what the hell, it's my blog:
During the Children's Diseases lecture on breastfeeding, I could hear myself think, "Damn, now I cannot just adopt a child!"[and thus remaining asexual]
If I die and I go to hell, which seems to be a very likely prospect, my Hell would be covered in half melted snow and I'd be running from something. Oh, and I'm wearing sneakers instead of winter boots. My socks'd be wet and my heart pumping, threatening to burst. It won't burst because the anticipation of the bursting is so much worse than the heart actually bursting. Daggers of pain would stab my chest as I go sloshing around the cold, cold melted snow.
No, I don't believe in a general hell for all. Vikings would be happy to spend eternity in a warm place. Everlasting torture would be paradise for masochists.
"This is Hell" Album cover by Dimension Zero
No, I believe, each person would get his own worst case scenario EVER as eternity.
I know a guy who believes that he'll dance in the glory of the Lord for eternity. That's fine and dandy if you love to dance more than life itself, but what if you hate it with all your guts? What if Ali was the model of human decency, nay, a metaphorical divine avatar and he goes to heaven and he has to do the boogie woogie for eternity? Only, unlike his parents, he was born in the 80s and disco, by his definition, is EVIL INCARNATE. That's rather fucked up, right?
How about you're okay with dancing but there's other things you'd much happier be doing? Spending eternity in the state of meh. That HAS to be a lesser level of Hell, just below but not quite Limbo.
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