The New Year.

Without an S.

THIS BLOG POST IS ONLY HERE BECAUSE OF YOU LALA :P BE THANKFUL.

Because this is such a monumental occasion, and pretty much the first year of my life that I'm not bound to a school, I guess I'll post.. MY NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS?! Lol, you really owe me Lala.

1. Stay healthy - Who the fuck doesn't want to stay healthy?

2. Be happy - Look at my previous posts

3. Post blog entries just a wee bit more - Because I promised Lala :P
4. Survive. [Weird how the 4th one is the most ironic one][Jon-Holyshat my name is in red, watch out Chinese people]

5. Get my license - Then I can go rayau2 in KL

6. Be a better boyfriend - *sighs* ]= I do love her, very very much.

7. BE OWNAGE PRO 1337 BBQSAUCE - I just can't have a semi decent post. Ever.

8. Be a better cuber. XD

This girl is awesome!

Save Me

And all my dreams are on the ground.

Insanity. What is insanity actually? Can you measure it in a beaker, or with a meter rule? It is a material substance we can avoid by eye? Can we avoid it, by heart? Subjective to our own minds, insanity slowly manifests itself inside of us. No matter what we do, we all slowly turn insane. Each tick of the clock wipes away the last bits of our sanity. Not that we ever were sane. The meaning of sanity, is realizing that there is no such thing as sanity. Sanity is accepting our insanity and accepting ourself for who we are.

I am neither insane nor sane, I am as always, caught in the middle of things, never belonging anywhere truly. I am the only black sheep in a world of grey balls. The stares, the laughs, the noises, all as alien to me as I am to them. I have no home. I have no heart. And I can seek solace in no one. And no one will every seek solace in me.

I am alone. And I am afraid.

Fuck you all

Every single on of you bitches(yes, that includes bastards). Go and burn your organs on a grill then serve it to the fucking dead-beat lying down next to you.

I fucking hate humanity. I fucking hate the illusion called humanity. I fucking hate the illusion that is you.

Liberation

There is no such thing in the sense that life continuously throws shit at us. No matter how you put it-emancipation, freedom, independence, it doesn't exist. We're always hanging onto something else, someone else. Every single one of us is attached to another person, in mind and in spirit. And thats why I need you next to me.

I'm a Chingstah

This is as deep down as it goes.

Earphones were designed to keep noise out

That's why I wear them. Time and time again, its the only invention that saves me from my very own insanity. As I don them reality vanishes and I am sucked into a world dark, ruthless and void of people. There I listen to the words of others, as though they were teachings of my very own private religion. I just wish they would go on forever, and I'd never leave the cruel world inside my own.

Unwillingly, I was forced into a birthday dinner, my half-granduncle's. Walking into his grandeur of a home, my family was greeted one-by-one, till the welcoming committee reached me. There and then, they commented on my earphones, reminding themselves of how disrespectful that is. I merely smiled back, as little did they know I had yet to play any songs, and heard them.

The moment I sat down I started the spiritual trance of songs entering my ears. Along with that I had my trusty A3, thus the blind-solving commenced. It was rather good, 2/3 attempts succeeded, although I had not timed myself. Yet that wasn't enough to shield my eyes.

Shock. Disbelief. Disgust. The expressions varied so little as to those 3 whenever a relative passed by. I sat quietly without saying a word and stared at my hands, my achy-breaky hands. Everytime, without fail, when they discovered of my lack of Chinese blood they gave the "wtf" face. Certain to say, they had already lost the little respect for me.

I don't like to talk to them, I don't speak their language, I'm young. That's a goldmine of "Chinese Disgrace" right there. If only they knew about her, then they'd ostracize me from the family. That would be a win-win situation actually, I despise them all. Throughout the dinner I heard jokes about race, and color. At least I know where my racism comes from. And the smoke. The whole mansion might as well have been on fire. Fucking retards.

In the end, I barely ate, I barely spoke, my only companions were the words in my ears and the puzzle in my hand. Sad to say, I don't have much of a life. I'm only propped up by the hope that it will continue. But shall it stop, the world shall disappear, and I again, will be left out in the dark, this time without the prayers of my earphones.

Heres a question:

For whichever unlucky soul who passes by this blog:

Should a person of stature go together with an idiot, even because of love?

Answer in the comments.

Being Smart = Being Intelligent?

Two totally different words, or are they one in the same?

Generally society regards the two phrases as equals, both bringing around the same meaning, only that the term "smart" is used more than "intelligent" because... 1 syllable beats 4, doesn't it now ;)

After breaking the two down and analyzing, are they really that much the same anymore?

Being smart

After a good 45 seconds of Google-ing, I have come to realize that the internet has no definite explanation for the word "smart". Maybe I'm not smart enough to look for it, or maybe it just doesn't exist. Whatever the case, I think everyone here is of a well-off enough background to understand it.

What is being smart exactly? Its not about being knowledgeable. Its just knowing about EVERYTHING isn't it. I mean, you can only be considered smart when you score top of your class, of your school, of your whole fucking country right? So as the majority would have it, being smart is knowing everything your teachers teach, from the bell curve of normal distribution to the conditions of WW-II to the grammatical errors made by Obama during his inauguration speech(by the way there are none of).

But how do you get smart? No, you don't sit under a Bodhi tree like Buddha did. Nor do you attempt to steal Einsteins brain so you can eat it. There are only two ways to get smart; by book or by crook. Obviously hitting the books is the more noble of the choices, turning you into a four-eyed(results may vary) paper demon, loved by the students, adored by the teachers, hated by me. Well not exactly, but I don't like smart people. They're just so like, err... smart. Thing is, studying is hard, and gives people backaches, and headaches, and diarrhea, and AIDS. Lol. So thieving your way into the good books of exams is the more obvious choice isn't it? DUH, you know you want to open up that leaked exam paper. Thats the culture over here, probably the culture everywhere else.

Be smart, or get smart.

Being intelligent

After my failure to locate a good definition for the term "smart" I'm not even going to try searching for a four syllable word. Oh my god, even typing it takes so much energy. In..te..lli..gen...t.*sweats*

Intelligent. Comes from the term intelligence. Which came from the word cat(ily nigahiga).

Me: Whats intelligence?

Him: KNOWING EVERYTHING DUHHHH LIKE OMG HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW

Me: Fuck you.

See the difference between me and him? He's an idiot. I hope people like you die in a fire. That your spouse creates.

Anywayyy, you can be smart. Its easy. Study. But can you be intelligent like you are smart? Maybe, its not definite. I know straight A students that don't know how to solve a puzzle while the people backlogged in the stupid register are going around starting businesses. Not that I have anything against the smart people *I hate you*, but I prefer intelligent beings. They might not know how to answer that Biology question you just gave them, but they sure as hell would learn faster than you. Perhaps its linked to having a high IQ value. Read: Intelligence Quota.

I guess you can't become intelligent, you just are. Its a sense of being, the sharpness of the brain, processing data. Using more than 3% of your brain? I for one think that we evolved to be really stupid animals, using less than 10% of the noggin throughout our entire lifespan. I used to think I was intelligent. I loved thinking that. But in the end, I had to accept the truth. Oh well, might as well be a John Doe than an Albert Einstein. But I'm glad, and proud to say that I know many intelligent people, one of which is someone special to me. Maybe too special?

I'll leave the smart to the smart, and the intelligent to the intelligent. Hell, they might start mingling and have little smintelligent babies. Then they'll rule the world. Fuck yeah.

And the award goes to..

boyan punya gambar

Malik Hisyam b. Zaihan

for his amazing contribution to...