The Devilish Note

When i was younger, i knew what gift/s got bestowed on me. I was thankful for one and was equally curious about the second one. You see, the second gift god gave me was the ability to talk. ..... alot. In fact, i hate report card day because i know at the bottom of the page, there is a small note which states

Kenneth seorang pelajar yang bijak. Dia juga seorang pelajar yang sentiasa ceria. Tetapi terlampau banyak cakap. Sila ambil perhatian.

Translated:

Kenneth is a bright student. He is also a fun and cheerful child. However, there seems to be a lack of oral plug which can stop him from talking too much. Kindly invest in one.

When i was younger, i dread for this day as my parents will continuously nag, scold, remind me that i talk alot. I usually wonder, do i really talk that much or it was just a figment of imagination of my teacher/ teachers. I only talk during recess. and moral studies, and during language classes, and sometimes during maths and sciences class. I know i never talk in history class. I was too busy falling asleep. Yet, this gift was meant for greater things. I hoped.

Now looking back, i see that most employers are looking for people who are able to communicate well, both written and verbal. Well, most people are trained to write since they were toddlers. However, the skill of communication needs to be well honed either by talking to friends or strangers. It is a mastery of both the brain and tongue. The sharper your tongue, the more efficient information gets through.

Advertisers are now looking for more effective methods to pass on a message besides written signage beside the road. Here is an example, do you pay more attention on the billboards or on your speedometer when you are speeding down the highway. Interestingly, most people look forward to know how much they have clocked in on their mileage rather than looking at the passing boards.

However, most companies are investing in information networkers to pass on the message. You see this alot in malls, gas stations and other heavily congested areas. Because it is easier to listen than to read and memorize in a short period of time.

Moral of the story, talk more, listen more. Earn more! XD

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Now playing: Stereo Love (Edward Maya ft Alicia)

Gherao (The Finality)

This post was postponed for a few months due to lack of inspiration and commitments. ;P

On the horizon, a group of native aborigines was circling what appears to be a thin man sprawled on the ground. The natives were masked but they circled the accused with authority. There were no sticks brandished but their eyes mark with such intensity that the grounded one was not able to prop even his arms up. Dust were kicked up, such that it gives the crowd a light layer of protection from the baking rays of Ra.

It would have been honor and glory if the plans were made right. Such burden as too great for a man but he was the One. He was presented the golden seal from the Oracle. The All-seeing. Definitely they had seen something in him to present him with such authority. A plan that would mark this town as the next Athens. The stakes were high but he he was game. What is life without stakes. It would be like playing poker with the blind.

Fate however hid the aces. The town people was not supportive of the idea. That would bring destruction, one elder shouted. That is against our believe, our culture, another yelled. Yet he would not listen. We have what they need, his hand waved towards the lush surrounding. They promised to take just a part for their needs. One year, one year and everything will be fine. If only he had knew that the Oracle wanted him to save the town. If only.

The barren land was now a habitat for scavengers. Lifeforms disappeared as water frizzled into nothingness. It was dusty and thirsty for the man. He was not the One anymore. His eyes were wild. Sanity was driven out of him by scorching rays. He needs space. He needs air. Beyond the circling crowd was freedom. So sweet the smell.

He lost his judgement. With one frantic look, he dashes out from the encircling. Without warning, a hail of stones and pebbles rained down on him without mercy. No, mercy was gone with the purity of the land. He was stoned alive. Blinded and broken, he tried to run. To move. The torrent of gravel seems like an eternity. Battered he lay there.

Vultures swarmed down, claiming their reward on a broken soul.

Summer Post-Mortem

Qhen we are a child, we use to wonder what is our priorities in life. Life back then used to be homework and games with the usual test or assessment. Nothing else matters back then. We have friends and company. Money was not an issue as parents are there to fund us. As we grow, our materialistic behavior grows as well. We are exposed to media advertising which subjugate us into thinking material that we want as needs.

Our perspective towards our surrounding and society changes. When we are child, we care more about the environment. This behavior mutates as we grow older. We no longer care about the precarious and fragility of the nature to sate our hunger for money. We see the consequences in plenty of uncontrolled forest burning in Indonesia. Forest burning reduces waste disposition cost as well as the cost of purchasing fertilizer.

Our perception on society changes. Everything is a crazy rat race to the top. Our vision on society status is based on the monetary part rather than their sincere personalities. You might be thinking oh no i am not as superficial as you think I am but i can tell you, there are inkling that this happens. Especially in urban areas where money is what makes the world spins.

Peace is no longer about equality but more on who has the bigger stick than the other person (quote Ironman). Help is given when a reward is expected. A person may have a thousand friends but he /she would not know whether there is a knife behind their back.

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Now playing: Thinking of Me (Olly Murs)

Don't hold back.

I figured out that i am old since i crossed the 21 threshold. Yea, that is the limit guys, not some fabled 25 or 30 as the cut off line. I learnt that my patience level grew lower when my age heightens.

I do get pissed off and get a little quirky at small things. Usually, these things don't go my way either. However what i would like to say is that we are right to feel angry and pissed. It is human nature and instinct. What I would suggest is not to hold back your feelings but do let others know what you are feeling so they can either 1) help you get back on your feet or 2) stay away from you to avoid further pissation. Just saying.

Uh my summer days are mundane as i filled my twilight nights with reruns of movies and chocolates. Yea i get what it means being a couch potato. Lethargy washes over you like a tide of procrastination. I just got a set of 6 books at a good price of 30 bucks. It is an array of books ranging from water technology to marketing strategies. It was a good buy considering one book costs around 5 bucks.

Now i spend my time browsing through some of the books. Hahahaha, kind of like a consolation that i am doing something productive :)

How is your summer going on?

Back to the Blogosphere (Bersih 2.0 9th July 2011)

Sometimes, i wonder why i seldom blog. Maybe it is due to my laziness. Maybe it is the inspiration. Or maybe it is my it is my inability to come up with a cool blog title.

It has been near to months into summer and i am still kinda in a haze on what is going on. I know things are happening around me but i seem to shrug them off my shoulders. Today, I would like to highlight on Bersih 2.0 which took place on the 9th of July 2011. Well, GLC newspapers such as the News Straits Time (NST) kindly reminded the public that it was clearly a sham event. The newspapers portrayed the masses of protestants during the event as barbarians.

Naturally, each protest has their cause. Who would dedicate time and money on something if they do not worth anything. So Bersih 2.0 is here to start a peaceful rally for a better, more just election. Is there anything wrong?

So what the government thought was that this rally might "educate" the public on the tyranny which is happening as we speak. Well, only a retard or a child might not know this but the general public of Malaysia do know what is going on.

Although I personally think that bringing a rally down the road isn't a really good idea, but what choices does Dr Ambiga has? Yes the Gov suggested that she can organize the event/ rally in a stadium. And yes she can apply for a licence to do the rally in the stadium. But FYI, MOST STADIUMS are owned by the Gov. And the in the end, the "stadiums" rejected her application.

Yes the Dr Ambiga played all her cards, but the Gov holds the ace/aces.

Next, media played their cards. By effective spreading of rumors and news, the peaceful event turned into a horrific war with tear gases and water cannon. Well how did it happened? Easy, the Gov feed GLC media board with misled information and loads of cash. I would like to highlight in particular the NST did a particular good job in superimposing a fake picture of a dude (so called Bersih supporter) throwing what appeared to be a homemade bomb to the Federal Reserve Unit (FRU). This picture appeared as the front cover of the paper on 10th July 2011 (Date is vague, i forgotten). Come on, child ply much?

Everywhere around the globe, protests and rallies do happen. Only in China and Malaysia, rallies are purposed as something that we should not do. I do understand that China is a communist country. Freedom of voicing out your opinions are not exactly legal. But in Malaysia, we do practice this thing called the Monarchy Democracy similar to that in England. Yea we do have our King. But by democracy we also have the freedom to voice out what is right. Since the government did not provide us with the right media to feed our opinions, yea i agree now that we should bring it to the streets.

With corrupted medias, the public voices are stifled by the masses of rubbish the gov feed to us daily. Do you believe what you read on the paper or do you filter out the truth yourselves. Stand up for what you believe in although the others might nudge you to do otherwise. It is you, your voice your country. You decide.

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