I find it extremely ironic that the person I tried to cut off last year turned out to be one of the people I trust most.
Doubly ironic, even, because the person I tried my best to keep in touch with turned out to be quite the disappointment.
Judge not a book by its cover? Judge not a book by its first few chapters, I think.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Vow
One of the earliest vows that I've ever made was this:
I shall contribute something big to the world or else become a supervillain.
Well, there were other vows and pledges before that one. How I'd stop talking to my sisters or my father because I didn't get what I wanted. How I'd run away from home the next time Mom would scold me. But these were petty promises that were forgotten almost as soon as they are made.
The being a hero or a supervillain thing I made with such conviction that the same feelings stir in me in recalling as it did when I first made that vow. It had, and maybe has, weight.
I was a rather morbid child.
I remember sitting in the gray armchair in my grandfather's living room, planning to wear all black and get a hunch in my posture and have a bleak outlook on life when I grow up because evil scheming goths seemed cool to me back then.
More than a few times when I cried back then, whether from being denied of treats or scolded for something that was not my fault, I wished that I'd die just to see the regret on their faces.
There was no incident that preceded the vow, though. In hindsight, that's probably what made it memorable. It was the first time that I had an Original Thought. I remember that I was mulling over the thought over and over before deciding that I will contribute something big or become a supervillain. The promise was definitely made before I was 9, hell, maybe even before I became a schoolboy.
It was not until mere minutes earlier when I was finishing Tuesdays with Morrie that I realized the reason why I made that pledge.
I was, and am, afraid that after I die, nobody would remember me.
Not such a childish thought, isn't it, aspiring to be a supervillain?
I shall contribute something big to the world or else become a supervillain.
Well, there were other vows and pledges before that one. How I'd stop talking to my sisters or my father because I didn't get what I wanted. How I'd run away from home the next time Mom would scold me. But these were petty promises that were forgotten almost as soon as they are made.
The being a hero or a supervillain thing I made with such conviction that the same feelings stir in me in recalling as it did when I first made that vow. It had, and maybe has, weight.
I was a rather morbid child.
I remember sitting in the gray armchair in my grandfather's living room, planning to wear all black and get a hunch in my posture and have a bleak outlook on life when I grow up because evil scheming goths seemed cool to me back then.
More than a few times when I cried back then, whether from being denied of treats or scolded for something that was not my fault, I wished that I'd die just to see the regret on their faces.
There was no incident that preceded the vow, though. In hindsight, that's probably what made it memorable. It was the first time that I had an Original Thought. I remember that I was mulling over the thought over and over before deciding that I will contribute something big or become a supervillain. The promise was definitely made before I was 9, hell, maybe even before I became a schoolboy.
It was not until mere minutes earlier when I was finishing Tuesdays with Morrie that I realized the reason why I made that pledge.
I was, and am, afraid that after I die, nobody would remember me.
Not such a childish thought, isn't it, aspiring to be a supervillain?
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Windy Long-winding Windbag
I talk a lot.
No, seriously, a lot. I can see how some of you would roll your eyes and say, "Oh, I talk a lot too."
Sometimes, on our many trips back to Kelantan, I'd talk to my dad from the moment we leave Subang until we reach our destination. And this was back when such trips would take around 8 hours.
The only person I know who talks more than me would be Ms Aimi Syazana, who would silent Rory Gilmore with awe.
Some of the people I know would sometimes ejaculate, "GET TO THE POINT!" in the middle of narration.
One - that is very rude.
Two - Consider this:
GTTP version:
This morning I stumbled and fell when I was walking up the stairs.
Johan Ultimately and Infinitely Superior Version:
Eh, you know what happened or not? Walao weh. Damn bad luck one. This morning ah I was at the university la. I got Russian class. So, you know la the stairs at the university how, break here break there. I also bloody clumsy one what. To make matters worse, I woke up late this morning. Serious bad luck la. So, obviously I was running up the bloody stairs la. Thank god no one was around also. Ya la, so early where got people in uni what. If got also, near russian department there only innostranni students what. Who gives a damn about them ma. Anyway, on that last flight of stairs, I don't know what god I pissed off this morning la, got one part the stone loose one. Seriously la, I HAD to step on that bloody one. Jatuh lor... Hit my bloody knee, damn painful. I thought break my kneecap already or something. Seriously damn pain one. Nasib baik it's the 2nd or 3rd step only. Ma hai bad luck macam sial, man. Seriousla. Pay so much to this uni for what. To renovate bloody petrov's office only. The hell la...
[ramble continues onto how the university should allocate more funding to the betterment of the main building]
Come on, be honest. Which one do you prefer?
P.S. After reading that wall of text, I have to reward you guys with something, right? I wanted to post a picture of a cute girl but then I remembered that most of my readers are of the female kind and the only guy I know who actually reads this rather regularly can appreciate beauty in all its form, regardless of gender. So, enjoy.
No, seriously, a lot. I can see how some of you would roll your eyes and say, "Oh, I talk a lot too."
Sometimes, on our many trips back to Kelantan, I'd talk to my dad from the moment we leave Subang until we reach our destination. And this was back when such trips would take around 8 hours.
The only person I know who talks more than me would be Ms Aimi Syazana, who would silent Rory Gilmore with awe.
Some of the people I know would sometimes ejaculate, "GET TO THE POINT!" in the middle of narration.
One - that is very rude.
Two - Consider this:
GTTP version:
This morning I stumbled and fell when I was walking up the stairs.
Johan Ultimately and Infinitely Superior Version:
Eh, you know what happened or not? Walao weh. Damn bad luck one. This morning ah I was at the university la. I got Russian class. So, you know la the stairs at the university how, break here break there. I also bloody clumsy one what. To make matters worse, I woke up late this morning. Serious bad luck la. So, obviously I was running up the bloody stairs la. Thank god no one was around also. Ya la, so early where got people in uni what. If got also, near russian department there only innostranni students what. Who gives a damn about them ma. Anyway, on that last flight of stairs, I don't know what god I pissed off this morning la, got one part the stone loose one. Seriously la, I HAD to step on that bloody one. Jatuh lor... Hit my bloody knee, damn painful. I thought break my kneecap already or something. Seriously damn pain one. Nasib baik it's the 2nd or 3rd step only. Ma hai bad luck macam sial, man. Seriousla. Pay so much to this uni for what. To renovate bloody petrov's office only. The hell la...
[ramble continues onto how the university should allocate more funding to the betterment of the main building]
Come on, be honest. Which one do you prefer?
P.S. After reading that wall of text, I have to reward you guys with something, right? I wanted to post a picture of a cute girl but then I remembered that most of my readers are of the female kind and the only guy I know who actually reads this rather regularly can appreciate beauty in all its form, regardless of gender. So, enjoy.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Say
There are some things you say to your family but not to your friends.
There are some things you say to your friends but not to your family.
There are some things you say to your worst enemies and you don't say to no one else.
There are some things you don't even say to your worst enemies.
The simplest set of rules ever but why can't people follow them?
There are some things you say to your friends but not to your family.
There are some things you say to your worst enemies and you don't say to no one else.
There are some things you don't even say to your worst enemies.
The simplest set of rules ever but why can't people follow them?
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Air Asia
You know, Tony my dear, you should have changed your motto from the fake and cliche sounding 'Now Everyone Can Fly' to 'All Hope Abandon Ye Who Enter In'.
Seriously, take every single stewardess/airline personnel that you know and formed during your pleasant time with MAS and find the antonym to every single detail. That's your typical AA crew.
1. Stewardesses have to be pretty and attractive. While this is a discrimination to fugly people and really has no bearing to me, AA's personnel are usually fat, ugly and thickly made up. But again, it's not a real point but that's the first image conjured when one mentions stewardesses.
2. Airline crews are polite and good mannered. THIS is the thing that ticks me off as a passenger on AA. They are brash, angry, scold the passenger. Hell, they were calling for a late passenger and the announcer was so angry that she muddled up English and Malay. She actually began shouting with "Attention, ladies and gentlemen..." and ended with "...ke kaunter lima belas." And this, into the mic that went to the whole damn terminal.
3. Stewardesses are sluts. This is a bad, bad stereotype but hey, it's there. And I don't know whether that's true or not for AA stewardesses. Hell, with point #1, I DON'T want to know.
4. Airline crews are always smiling. Take one ride on AA and I dare you to have this perception.
5. Airline crews work like clockwork automatons. Yes, that's why the engineer checked on our wings and engines while passengers were for boarding rather than way before. If there was something wrong, the passengers would hear the orders barked into the mic and they would happily exit the aircraft in a calm and orderly fashion.
Bah! I have to go to Bandung now. Wait, I WANT to go to Bandung, wtf.
Behave while I'm gone.
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