喜气洋洋

The end of Tiger year marked unpropitious by yet another unforseen kick in of government's sleight of hand in straggling every pennies out of the pocket of the honest working class. In less than a year, price of RON97 petrol went on a fluctuate swing from RM2.10 to remarkable new height RM 2.50. Just after the gory Tenang's electoral victory? We used to hear commentators from both the polarized political stands, and some insignificant neutral fellows sitting on the pinned couches, but with very unlikely spews.

Not Beer. F***

The claw had made their call, it would be wise just to stick to a more economical living plan than hoping a jade rabbit will somehow leap out of the magical hat. Keep your fingers crossed, and no more. But why let this ruin the prosperous festive atmosphere? We can always keep our hearts warm, pretentiously. ''Aiya, even though RM2.50, our petrol still way cheaper than Thailand and Singapore ma...! We got submarines, but cannot sink one only nevermine, then we still still still got that jet fighter. But without engine one la..where''s the engine huh? " Remarkable display of Asian's positivity, as the maxim sounds. '' at the nose of death , but still surprisingly jolly.'' A contentious remark, good.

A redden drape of Tang lung over the sky.

The jade hare most probably will bring a new page, since the previous tiger made quite terrible havoc to my life. I wish. Still, the prosperous festive frenzy can never wither, millions and millions are on way home, for the chinese new year eve dinner. A not to be missed opportunity to gather at dinner table, to share the delights on taste buds, and happiness at heart. This is my third Chinese New year at overseas, the grinding anguish far from beloved home, much like an exile in stranger land. Well, at least a home call can always make up the springful solace, you know they're always near at you heart and mind.  Too bad, I just gulped up every bottle of homemade cookies, mom's not around to heap my supply.


Chicken floss spring rolls, bee nest cookies, butter cookies, seaweed crackers, those butt crackling delicacies.. The moment you slide them into the boiling oil, you can see the crackers dancing pole dance in your fantasy, or crack your taste bud up in the oven with the pheromonic aroma of heated butter, and rubefact in golden chrome once the the timer ''ding'' right on. I need to hold my concupiscene, my droll, right now. Come to think of it, I was boustrophedon on deciding an early flight home, in the end, I found no empty slot in the damn schedule. Damn. Those cookies, papa will claim you.

 

My wish list....

Hey mom... I can foresee her expression, I will get it myself. 

Ok ok. Tomorrow will be the eve, I hereby wishing everyone of you a prosperous, simple and healthy year ahead. Light up the happiness with a chunk of your smile, that would be the biggest love to share.

Gong Hei Fatt Choi ! Happy Hare Year!Yum Seng!

P.S : Do you think it's possible if I asked my mom for down payment for the upcoming iPhone without getting slammed my phone?

The sarcastic Che Guevara that keeps your head above the world

Seriously one can easily got hooked by his heavy sarcasm and deliberate ultramundane on Malaysia's hottest, most sensitive mine fields, frequent over edged repertoire of caricatures, seemingly denigratory gestures which has made him lived up to his reputation as one of the most forefront think tank in modern social circumstances at the time. 

 

A fucking smoker, puffing sarcasm everywhere.

Artist, film-maker and former political prisoner, Hishamuddin Rais called himself NGI ( Non Governmental Individual), and who also the owner of Tukar Tiub, part comedy, part satire, part jokes, and part political commentary blog of one of a kind Hisahmuddin's experimental genre in manifestation. In less than two years the blog  had almost nine million unique hits. Certainly he got the perfect temperature on the nations's nerves. People worshipped him as the voice for the voiceless. Interesting enough, in mid-1970s, the 20 years old Hishamuddin Rais already cultivated an fetishsm of radicalism in anything coming near his brain, with a prominent and conscious decision he became active member of Kelab Socialis,UM.


He too underwent hectic Form6 period with readings Like Opinion featuring many opposition's leader articles and writings, Malcolm X and left wing writes like Dr.Tan Che Khoon. (Well, I have no idea how lefty he was but he is a noble figure of humanism.) Hishamuddin is certainly a champion in spewing excoriation on the face of wrongly veered society. Elected Secretary General of now banned University of Malaya Students Union (UMSU) in 1973. Left Malaysia in 1974 after a huge student demonstration now historically known as The Baling Peasant Protest 1974. This was when the Universities and University Colleges Act (UUCA) was amended again. Then he ran away from Malaysia to study French Language at University Catholic of Leuven la Neuve 1984. Studied Arts at Brixton College London. Graduated in film and video from University of Westminster London 1992. He returned to Malaysia in 1994 and became a freelance writer who was once again active in politics.


In his 20 years of exile, which took him through more then 30 countries! Lebanon was followed by stints in Jordan, Iraq, Australia and Pakistan – where he helped Iranian exiles out to topple the Shah. He was the runaway Che Guevara of Malaysia, making me wonder, at a robust age of 20, it would be wise to make adept of Sun Tzu's final resort. Nothing is wrong when you're under insane oppression of government's nuisance, it's getting your nose. ''Upon his return to the homeland after 20 years of exile, he was very much still a rebel at his heart.'', Andrew Sia. ( Here )

Interview : Hishamuddin Rais on ISA, Sex and Duck Rice. And wassup with that apparel of sorry tatterdemalion?

When asked how was it like to be in ISA detention upon his arrival in the embrace of the nation's arms, Hishamuddin Rais gave yet another sarcasm into the face of his incarceration in Kamunting camp, ''The thing I remember most about the time was looking at the lock on my cell and observing how small it was - and yet so impossible to overcome!''. Obviously his socialist mind has yet to amend from his budding age in tertiary institution, where about the passionate fighter explained '' I engaged my mind much more than what Lennon was doing with Yoko Ono.” Very charming quote, Mr Rais.


It might be a very interesting lightbulb to be light up when it comes to the question of W's. A spark to be embraced, what stoked his passion to the cause? And why?


“It was a combination of ideology and also the knowledge we had about what was going on. Corruption was rampant and poverty was widespread. In parts of the country like Baling, there was even starvation,” explains Bhaskaran Subramaniam, Hisham's comrade in the Socialist Club.
“Information on this was suppressed by politicians and the media. When we told other students about this, they were shocked and angry. They asked how this could happen in Malaysia,” adds the lecturer and management trainer. So could I make a simple assumption why most of the students too are in mirror of such stereotypical activism? Opps, the answer is too obvious. Need not me to add a little spicy metaphor, be clear with your mind, the answer is there all this long.


Certainly his writes worth a reading, and when it comes to the socio-political free mundane of life - Food!

A sangfroid Kolaj by the goat-man

In 2010, he penned his worthy affections for foods around Malaysia into a travel styled collection named Tapai, which stems more or less an par excellence to his socialist stature in general. RM40-50 is the price to share all the authentic Malaysian foods' hideouts from this ulam lover. Generally believed his is partly goat for his excessive crush for ulam.

According to Malaysian reader, the bad part of the book lies all in his ventripotence for alcohol. He drinks like a fish and is not ashamed about it. Well, I suppose we have to applaud him for his honesty. From Tiger Beer to Chateau  Whatever 1972, he’s gulped them all. He even had red wine when he stopped for a satay feast in Keramat and begrudgingly swallows boiled water while in Trengganu, which he calls a ‘dry state’.  A self confessed “born again agnostic”, Hishamuddin detests art exhibits that do not serve free alcohol. But he takes the Eid celebration seriously, though. Not for the religious significance but for the tapai which her sister makes for the occasion. ( Here )

Despite a mix of coprolalia and logorrhea in common, Hishamuddin Rais is a drastically maniloquent composure in the field with his one of a kind way to reach the nerves of society. He is an alternate alexipharmic, and not recommended for constant use by weak minds. But I wondered what would he says on the coming/ upcoming/ expected to come brady-gaited but certainly not on March 8th.   With his sense of humor, politics in Malaysia is getting a brush up, no yuppie pretentious and not too dry like Martini. Maybe I would say, if he isn't the most modernized caveman, he would be the most sophisticated Pak Lebai of all time.



12:39am , 1st of Jan 2011,  C!<

Doctor and dentist : To Be or not to be ?

Thoughts ripping ways out for career deciding?

Fun topic, career choosing. Tough job aint?

Fun to speak, I'm a Malaysian. To the much more conservative society of Chinese, they ought to scam their children into believing medicine (first on the list) , dentistry (unless you can't get medicine), accountancy (this is hottest course ever in Malaysia), economics , admin, business, biochemistry, engineering, anything that the old timers would think you're on the right track. Old terms are, ''good prospect, high income''. Maybe I was way too young the moment I first penned my ambition. And when screen turned to my parents' face, you can see how jolly asphyxiated they are. Chill, mom. I was 9.

''Sally, hammer!? Nevermine, sledgehammer will do''

Much to my concern, medicine and dentistry are not among the good prospect and high income job unless you strike your aims high and work like a underdog for 10-20 years non stop. The white robe guy you see strolling in hospital and back forth in the midst of emergency hours are no practitioner of modern art of humanities. Most of them were scammed since they were toddlers. Well, a job is a job. Loosely interpreted, I was supposed to be part of the medical community and I'm still partially do, but my focus is of human's oral region for now. My job is looking at people mouth and tell them jokes about the deconstruction and reconstruction of their oral structures. And how jolly sarcastic their face would be without a mandible attached.

 

Common misconceptions

A common mistake was these jobs earns millions. Doctors and dentists are inhuman fockers driving S-class Mercedes Benz with chrome rims? not every single of them. Are they all living in luxurious Semi-D? if you work hard, even a beggar can own a mansion. But certainly they are on higher societal hierachy than most human? What for climb so high, got prize? who cares? they serve you by inserting their hand and rolex into your anus. Whose the boss anyway?


People should have a closer look at most doctors (life).

Fictitious anti-hero.

Worn and torn, upon decades in between non- synchronized polarity of over dramatizing emergencies at peak time and sleeping time, and first hand death experiences. That's why most of the doctors are like lifeless effigies in their own clinics or work stations. Steadily in the chair, you say hi, he might reply you if he is sane. See if you would still be sane after working non-stop for 20-30 hours. Your social life is a muddling swamp of commune stagnation, in fact you soon realized you best friends are indeed Salmonella or even Bacteroides in cultivated petri. Between death and sex, you find no incoherence, both are equally fahrenheit heightening adrenaline rushing way to burn off stamina, and which you will go for? NONE, you like your king sized bed better. Just the bed, through the weekend without disturbance. Loosely speaking, never forget the oppressive guilt when you failed in saving the stroke ridden old lady, the young man with a pipe skewing his heart, the pregnant-soon-to-be-bride whose jugular vein deeply sliced by burglar, the 3 years old kid choked on peanuts. None is your fault, but can you take the pressure? This is only the beginning of your career.

Am I making the right choice? ''Heart'' has the say.

And if we shift earlier into their academic life, you will see the burden upon every soon-to-be-doctor and dentist are mirrored in a wider spectrum of varieties. Partially were wonderfully puzzled why were they in the field, perhaps it was their parents' will. These ought to kill someone on operation table, or sanction themselves out of blue soon enough. Some worked very hard to earn themselves a place in the local universities, and a few years after, realizing they aimed for something they never did like. Initially being something priceless regardless of one's true interest is not a credible motive to veer away from your true interest. Never victimize yourself because the world around you ''thinks'' it's the right choice. A clear scheme you must not subdue to is the draconian whispers of the meddling aunties syndicate, they will make sure your ass stuck to a doctor's seat. And politely and in rejoice, ''boy, treat my migraine once you become a doctor!'', observe the grinning smirk. ''Auntie, I'm afraid that would be unwise. You might possibly a dried corpse in 3 years, might as well dedicate your self to my anatomy practicum.''  A smart mocking riposte. Or, ''Boy, can Auntie help enlarge my breasts ah? Help me ah..discount..'', well, ''Auntie, get yourself C4 then. As big as you like. I'm premed. Barely graduated.''... There you go, real life scenarios.


Medicine is the holy grail for most aspired academician who suffers years and years of distorting torment by inhuman life in pure science field. A technically topicalized question would be, ''do you have what it takes to be one of us?''. Giggling in confabulations, I did asked ''So, what it takes?'' . Today, I'm not going to bloviate on this. In simple sentences, you will study for longest years like you never did before, over a decade is the basic if you aim to be specialist and higher.

What it takes?

1. Theory and clinic life ( in school)
• First 2-3 years - you will drown in the seas of heavy book learning.
  You will attend classes in anatomy, biochemistry, and physiology. Followed by study in pathology, medical ethics, and laws that govern medicine. Also learn about the human body and how it works. Then learn about disease and how the human immune system fights disease. By the way you will hit your brain in perfecting pharmacology esp medication and drugs dosage,which rules the life and death of patients. 
  

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  Dr, is that a dildo? I guess so. :)

  From 3rd- 5th/6th years - You will come to clinical rotations and work under doctors and other health care professionals' supervisions. You observe and assist internists, surgeons, and pediatricians, as well as radiologists, neurologists, family practice doctors, and ER doctors. This gives students an opportunity to experience a wide variety of medical specialties. It also allows you to work with many different patients. As you gain knowledge about the different areas of medicine, most students make decisions about which field they like best.
   
   
2. Certain personal Traits (See if you possessed any)
• Radical bastard would be a alternate sine qua non of being one heck of outstanding physician (Rubic complex or Messiah complex? either will work.)  But not the kind like Dr.House, I mean he is fictitious anti-hero who survived soap empire but not in real life. Be real.
• Extroverts, likewise, started the program near the bottom but rose through the class as the years passed.
• Being open and agreeable didn't seem important through the first couple years of classroom training, but were invaluable traits in real-world patient interaction.
• Conscientiousness was critical to doing well in medical school.  
• Well being awareness and adequate care of other's life
• Never a book worm. You have to a robust mind to explore the errors that a book might included. 
• Creativity and quite an amount of arts. (defining traits in medicine and dentistry)
   

Then there comes housemanship which is defined as hell by most MO. But nothing is undeniably hellish, for example, according to a medical friend of mine, in HKL, 40 MO shared one same posting. It does makes perfect sense seeing young MO strolling at nearby cinema complex and window shopping, while who to blame? What can he do? 40 people serving a patient? Presidential suite service. And 3 do bandage? another 3 do sterilization? Haha.. Still, you have to learn as much your cranial cavity could absorb before you legalized yourself to practice privately or to ascend higher into the career.

In my case....

In my case (dentistry), ''boy ah, I need denture. Make one for me after you graduate.'', ''But Auntie, how the heck are you going to eat these few years?''. Just a few common fallacy to be exact. Alright, moving on. What if one is fully prepared? What if one is fully resisted to taunts like above? Hats off, lets talk about career and prospect.

Gotcha! Prank shot!

Before you plant the little hope in this career, you must stay clear on the pseudo imagery you always being implemented by society. S-class Mercedes, Triplet mansion in Damansara, Hermes and Royal Golf club membership are not yours. Cut your neocortex and thalamus as long you still a no name doctor. No imagination. Doctor and dentist are not license to goldmines, most of the time you have to sacrifice so much of personal elements, in the end you think you're a priest. No life. Clearly, you still have to put up with the stress to be in that vivid economical Myvi of yours after 20 winters. Just wondering, how the hell some of them going to pay back over 600k of tuition fees? Medicine and dentistry are unreachable apex in another aspect because it's freaking expensive unless you could catapult yourself a priceless seat in local institutions like UM and UKM. Not to mention, overseas. Does it worth paying a million to be a doctor? In between ambition and reality/ prospect, you make the call.


So what induced the frenzy into medicine and dentistry, respectively. In Malaysia, everyone was so kiasu. A striking tsunami of medical schools admissions ended the 20 years old under-supply/gap of medical work force in the region. Our medical work power to population ratio has tipped the optimal 1 : 4000 with corresponding light speed incremental in the production of medical work elites. Still fantasizing being a millionaire by being a physician or dentists? I will not stop you, I seen quite an amount (specialists) with BMW and shuffling chicks everyday. Rare case baby.


While in dentistry, the golden ratio (1 : 4000) while our current up to date ratio is 1 : 10451. Good news? Perfecta. Meaning there's still room for you. Cut the statistics, what about the nature of the course itself? Basically, you will be studying 99% of what a M.B.B.S. studies, but a M.B.B.S studied none of D.D.S. studies. In April 2010, Guinness's World Of Record delivered dentistry into Hall of Fame for one of toughest course in human history. Maybe you will bramble in front your 15 inch screen, ''32 teeth took you guys 5-6 years for a whole course and you said that is tough?". From tip to toe, an arduous carpeting journey to every single part of your physical body, by timid observation and excoriation of numerous possibilities to poise delicate insights by manipulating internal physical flaws and pathologies factors as the internuncio to the accurate diagnosis of mouth complications. Simply, medicine + specialization in oral pathologies. Anyway, you must not have fear for blood. Imagine plasma mixed drool extravasates out of labial commisure, bulging bluish warts carpeting the labium walls, or even sprinkling blood mixed with HIV virus. Those are work hazards, and are you ready for it? if yes, go on.

Sanguisugent or Hematemesis?

And you cannot be pococurante mannered even your patient are obstreperous and keeps on discombobulating your diagnosis, either you ruse them into sedation or veered them into silence by smart tricks. It's all of medical ethics. Can you take it? if yes ,welcome to dentistry.


To me, dentistry was not my final pursuit. I was mentally polarized in my first year thinking I forged a dead end to my own life by going for a life long career which offers no initial affinity to. Day by day, months by months. Slowly I learned affinity is a factor, and you could alter any factors to any extent as long you wanted. And since I paid, and I can't possibly burden my parents with another expense for the sake of my dream. To be truth, I'm quite oblivious on this matter after 3 years in dentistry. My life is all about teeth, gum, root canal treatment, oral surgeries, flippers, implants, name it.

This is a full denture la Auntie.

So what change my course of interest? I see new light out of dim. You see, after all, despite delayed implementation and awareness of dental health in Asiatic region, dental health/ dental hygiene service is on emergence with definite innovations arising for dental technologies, effective prevention measures and dynamic techniques sorts. Come to see dentistry as a good prospect is on positive drive if you would dedicate large chunk of your life looking oral proportion of a human, which is a grandious stigma to stay flourish as one, to no regret. Still, out of the blue, dentists enjoy a much more flexible working schedule, which promptly initiates my life long dedication. Sounds ok, at least you can still be with your family without work intervention.

MO/ DO starting salary in Malaysia is around rm2500++.

What about those who would seriously dedicated their life to medicine or anything?

Good for them. Enough said. Just get a good result, go into local universities. Or unless you're financially eloquent, get yourself a place in private universities.

My fault? whose?

Nothing is entirely black or white in reality, learn to be inconsistent. Inconsistent in life. For me, dentistry seems like a pretty not bad thing after all. Recently a medical friend shared his blog, and more of his friend's. Going through pages of their life, in school, in hospital, OT, diagnosis. The tantrum of which descended cruelty in the midst emergencies, the primordial fear of losing life through saving life seems like a accursed hindrance, and many more includes law induced issues and sociological impregnated crises, molding these careers into a landmines to those who land onto the field. Those cries by near death situation in ICU, buzzing like a saw through your consciousness are unable to be abnegated. To make moral-ethically wise decision at split second when dealing with death possible circumstances can derange one's sanity. I've seen top scorer in medical field quitting her ample paid job because one simple reason, she can't take death making decision anymore.


So, being a doctor or dentist is not cool in any childish way your paradigm steered. If you don't like it, never dream about it, then place a ''no'' to it. If you don't even know what you will be dealing, consult experienced doctors and dentists, let them narrate their story into you. Never be hasty in career building.


I'm done with my part here. As a dental student, that little book hill is all I cave in in nychthemeron manner. Well, not quite as ''no life'' as described traditionally. A little remark, have you chosen this career, make it a life long dedication, for humanity, at least for your own wallet, work in conjunction with ethics and love.

With Love, from me.

21st Jan 2011, 5:51pm  C!<

Weapon Of Mass Destruction? (A Parody yet no joke)

After 9/11, the government legitimized toenail clippers as weapons. Millions were confiscated from airline passengers' carry-on luggage. When the file is extended, it can be used as a small knife to jab into the eye of an attacker or hold at a victim's throat near their jugular vein as a threat of lethal portions.

Albert Einstein once said , “Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe.” Now i can too, say the similar thing. Hi5, Einstein! From the very moment my toe nail clipper and dental plier are confiscated, the content of this world wide practiced anti- terrorist policy has discombobulates me.  If only Ancient Chinese martial masters would have regretted toenail clipper being deemed floccinaucinihilipilifacation, it would have throw modern westerners into catalepsy and fear for the equipotency of toe nail clipper to of a A-bomb. 

  An array of Robust Earth Nuclear Penetrator, readied in disguise of pentel oil pastels. A  terrible display of military power in a 7 years old kid competing against other kid's arsenal.

               

   A Japanese made Kamikaze bear-drone sighted with a RisingSunNeckCutter (code ToenailClipper).

     Note the capitalist smile which obviously make believe as a decoy during espionage operation.

 

  Rear view of the mass destruction weapon prototype NC-1.

 This is not a toy for display.

                                      

''Nobody move, or her cuticle gets it..''

                                                   

This is not subjected to any of the current existing policy, but a mere parody.

    What about the papaya launcher?  These babies

    carry thousand tons of pounding forces. Well it's all lies in imagination.

                                         

What about the voluptuous lady with 5 inch long katar-like nails?

                                   




Just for laugh, douchebags.

Keeping it simple : Other side of negativm and pessimism

A nasty night it is. Confusion overwhelmed my mind at this moment. A sudden jolt of inconceivable distress is keeping me in an insomniac state. The tranquilizing starry background of the night was brought in contrast of me reaching my tipping point. What mortal element has prompted such unimaginable amount of unease? 

A common worldly pursuit, which is money. And worse, I was thrown into negative state by a few incidents.

But I’m too tired to talk about money. So let’s talk about negativism. 

Firstly a common mistake is anything but money can prior the success of life and we blindly accept this at the same time we lived on assurance of others validity through a guarantee positivism of life. Basically someone would feel victorious once his opinion and doings are shared equally by others. This exerted a sense of positivism in the earlier mentioned because he or she has finally reached the apex of positivity which was always mentioned as the important element to gain success. A writer reiterated in revealing brilliance, ‘’if you give your negativities enough thought, you may discover that they are in fact the strongest assets in your professional development’’. Positivity is a mere slogan, most of time it appeared on superficial level and presented as annoyance more than inspiring infusion. You may have heard this in the vice versa version but rarely on the negative prior. (The Power of Positive Pessimism)

You need both.

And take your mind a ride in the cloud ‘’success has more equal vision and less prejudice than the positive thinking theory itself’’. Now ride down to earth ‘’your negativity does not possess as much of real destruction as your imagination told you!’’.  Why would one walk away from the harmless norm of positive thinking and take the risk of tapping into well of catastrophic negativism and wishing this would in fact provide the inconsistency for greater good? A short moment of private grief is all you need. Do not assume positive negativism as pessimism. But teacher at school told you not. Parents told you never befriend negativism. Society keeps on scandalizing eloquently on the eeriness such reversed thinking carries and put it on shelf to the likes of notorious Hannibal, Hitler and great evil Satan itself and to anything would end up in dumpsite, backyard, graveyard and Mars. Had you ever heard of Herd Mentality? Herd mentality is the tendency to adopt the opinions and follow the behaviors of the majority to feel safer and to avoid conflict. So if majority thinks positivism is the right way, you would follow because your cognition tells you negativism as oppositely would do you no good.

One, two,one,two,jump...

As we go through dozens of decades, our vulnerability resist the temptation of reversed thinking because we fear the butchery would thwart our soul if we unable to perform like others would, another example of herd mentality and thus a sort of very moderate pseudo positivism. At the same time, majorly of us can never take the burden of being believer of lesser believed belief because we like to follows what people do. We believed what most of people choose to look into.  

I would like you to be different. Not for the rest of your life because we’re not connected so I don’t care if you willing to change. And I dare to say, you’ve got no balls. But at this short moment, do open up your mind. 

What I appreciate most is the striking yet circumspect worldly delivering in the writing of late Chin-Ning Chu. One can easily find calmness and new strength in the midst of sentences in many self development books but not consistency of thinking in sum of everything in a regenerative balance. Traditional thinking stalks and had modern proposition arrested bitchy into total chaotic exhibition of non fruiting revolution. Many people were in greater grief on inability to exhibit pure positivism under any circumstances which lead them into believing themselves as inferior weaklings. The pressure of not being as optimistic like everyone else gradually deliberates them. Losers in term of this understanding find illogical conclusion in their so called inability in survival of modern life. ‘’I was a born loser’’. 

Before I proceed, I must say I’m logically pessimistic. In my reversed mindset, I exhibit positive pessimism because I dare to embrace a few taboos. Example, death is sin qua non of every livings thus I find no taboo in expressing the concept of death in public but many especially the conventional Eastern mindsets finds my thinking explained as erratic, immature, grey, and provocative. Human are prone to link darker elements of life to negative objects – pre-understanding jitters. Hunger, sickness, famine, and ultimately , the death of any kind. This doesn’t come in aberrant whisper hinting the trivial of these untimely events onto the survival and existence of human kind. But to accept these concepts will not shed off our empathies and positivism. Another simple example, a recoverable sickness prone to invoke strength and will of living in one’s than those who never suffer. Same goes to poorness. Famine delivers a deadly image of inseparable death but at very same time invoke the timely recovery if allowed conditions reached for new life to ascend. Death has multiple faces, and consistently brings dismay, disarray, discrepancy, and enfeeble the weak mind. Human must learn to embrace the natural law of the creator, has death being the harbinger in bringing many new pages in history. To accept all of above as inescapable procedures in life, we would understand better and walk closer to our maker in astral plane. Nothing is purely white or black, thus nothing is purely true or false.

Back to the earlier column.

Take this flex for example

Counter your trepidation on flexible and creative application of negativity as hopping board to success. This is why positivism is not the only path to success. Negative traits such as jealousy, procrastination, envy and greed are ironically it is great engines to fuel one’s determination and rage in the midst of striking a final goal. Other than active negativism, the contemplation of passive negativism always guaranteed to generate a volley of emotional big bang, often enough to materialize your dream. For example, Alan, you’re a complete loser. Yes I am, and I don’t like what you just said. 90% of us tend to deposit the infernal tantrum instead of putting it on leash. They are either repugnant or they feel unwise to match these uncivilized beasts on verbal disputes or they enjoy the core of these repulsive motivation, a classical exhibition of positive negativism. 10% of humankind would rebuke in dynamically ¼ seconds as their emotions bellow. For those who driven by positive negativism, he or she will find these sarcasm and complications a great energy to unfold their great success. The greatest and sweetest revenge is to live ahead, better and more prosperous. Same goes to love matter, social complexes and many more uncharted issues. But still it is my personal thought, and not to be objected to any kind of situation. Be flexible. 

Often I said creative person are greatest manipulator of life. Successful people can be ironically creative, and creative people imbued with right dose of instinctive negativism to dazzle in brilliance prominence will instantly touch the zenith in their field of choice because negativism can initiate unpredicted bloom of energies fitly supported alternately by inconsistencies which will be discussed later on. Well multiple factors do affect, since life is not formulated linearly by a single core quantum perfection so why creativity can only be the offspring of positive mind? I’m breaking the depth which conventional education system dares not to surpass. Even life is a product of complete whacky accidents. Further, we hardly acknowledge our inadequacies and often we become our own law maker and lawbreaker! And we are the source of our own misery! So give ourselves a little room to fail. Being in a moderate grief to diverse degrees is equivalent to temporary mental hibernation because being positive all the time is quite exhausting. That if you know what I mean. 

Actions speak louder than words, and pen is sharper than sword. If action is equal to mighty sword and word is equal to elegant pen, then this sentence contained purely of ambivalence and inconsistencies. Even words can sublime into sarcastic intoxicated mist that would rip from innards with decaying impulse. A million moments but one, you may tend to have both – consistency and inconsistency, Ying and Yang in your action. 

Consistency is considered positive value in our current universe while inconsistency conquers the opposite. Inconsistency is a unique spectacle beholds the fundamental survival law in particular of wildest realm on earth. Inconsistent predatory is an effective primal mechanism which still and is practiced by human in their primordial wakes and particularly a common practice in business, trades and ultimately politics over ages to keep enemies on toes. The creation of all beings enjoyed a groundbreaking acceleration of diversity, at the hand of superb hardware named inconsistency and evolution or even adaptive radiation in work. Nature itself is an orchestra of critical ambivalence. The warm glow of ember chromed firefly, and the juggernaut body span of the gentle blue whales; eye catching patterns of intricately decorated monarch butterflies’ wings down to the ascending rainbow spectral plumage in thousand of thousands avian species marked the enormous variance to explore in different terrestrial wonders in every continents on earth realm which also a marvelous work of nature’s inconsistent mood .The simplicities and complicacies in the design of flora and fauna from anatomy to superficial configurations are greatest evidence of inconsistent chemical reaction which still perplex great minds in sciences in creation timeline. From Mother Nature behest, we extract the similar paradigm and apply these essences onto our designs,culture, politics and civilization. 

Now you see, originally inconsistency was a negative trait at moral’s ground zero but the shifting of point of view can somehow make believe nothing is purely black or white, as long we willing to accept the fact nothing is dominantly dominant although I had not burdened by the fact I’m being a positive negativist. Thus positivism can be alleged as the negative of the antithesis, and can be a great nuisance to thrive in pure positivism if the all great reason to be positive is of mass fallacies. 

Ok, what about insecurity? 

Fear is not an interpretation of inferiority, understand the dual nature

Borrowed from the late Ching-Ning Chu’s context, ‘only fools and saints are absolutely secure about themselves. The rest of the world is faking security to a certain degrees, and some are better fakers than the others’. Phew. She has the point. Realism points out this incredible truth. Many of us would agree nothing is more vital than to exhibit a sense of confidence in front of others. Somehow from a little loophole in this noble feature, I find a superimposed fraud in these ignored fools who make believe their blissful denials on a certain matter of truth are their savior. Knowing our own weakness and feel vulnerable makes us much more perceptive of current circumstances based on a simple fear theory in pediatric dentistry I studied lately. Child who understands and submits to their fear is subconsciously much more aware of true danger, and I dare to say these children are instinctively incremental on regard of wellbeing awareness. To escape fear by plasticize a fake security on top of the aspect of being positive noble has somehow met its dead end. 

On top of everything, human are prone to conduct common faults in our thought. Earlier I mentioned Herd Mentality, and I relate it to my arguments. Positivism is off massive crowd cry, not because it is of natures intend. To invoke one’s self true nature can be a much more realistic assistance to one’s victor in life.  And the mentioned true nature consisted of both an adequate dosage of positivism and negativism to assist a healthy and comprehensive mental growth because life is not a linear graph. 

Herd Mentality

I’m keeping my point of view as simple (seriously I don’t think I’ve written in simplicity) as possible. So I shall stop here.  

After all the standard of judging negativity are of artificial human prejudice and instinct. 90% of population obsessed with optimism often live in world of made believe. Negativism is metaphoric identity to of Christianity betrayer Judas, in invoke of true Jesus, Judas draped the mantle of martyrdom and lay in the flame of all wrongdoings in the eyes over pages in history. It is perfectly wrong to have either in complete dominance in the turbulent personal growth span but indeed both are of equal importance.

Further reading :

The positive side of being pessimistic

A Pessimist's Guide To Positive Thinking

 

11.34pm, 5^th Jan 2011. C!<

Pilot flight

Since the beginning of 2011, I have seduced myself with writing, and prone to produce excessively critical articles on world events, politics, and weird enough, economy. God knows what happened to the old husk of mine, but certainly time gave me another new flight. 

Realizing I'm just a mere mortal, perhaps the least I can do other than dedicated my effort quaquaversally, I could still eloquently refresh the obligation and memory of authority and society , through simple words. Happy 2011 !!

So what fascinates me the most in year 2010?

Politics is the oldest ****ing joke on earth. In love, we played a lot of politics. If totally corrupted flawed government is AIDS caries to humanity, then Malaysian politics need kickass Root canal treatments. Prophylaxis is out of the league. (I'm trying to be less vituperative ) ..and the people seriously don't need the tower.

  

 

Is human more superior than other animals? This covers a very superlative spectrum of topics from origins of human down to creation of MTV.  I tend to write on this, and still writing though I had the header prepared, only. 

       

I'm broke.

Smashing cashes during hard time will not ease your pain, a nap can do better job. I spent rm300 on karaoke, rm300 on foods, and rm300 on beer. Uncanny expenses! Break ups sure did great boost up in economy growth.

 

1Malaysia is the biggest prank after Vision 2020. So far, the biggest circus consisted of a circus version Hitler and bunch of mannequin- like SS officials. 

Wonderful children regardless of race, but what future awaits them under such governance ?

      

Whisky is not delicious unless you need truth potion. Yes, very true.











 Open verdict means idiopathic. 
Authority : Reluctantly, it's open verdict.
Teoh Family : Open verdict? Means how he died? 
Authority : We not sure. Maybe alien abduction.
What say you?
The picture says a thousand emotions, I rest my case.  R.I.P Teoh Beng Hock.

Erm.....

The most CONFUSED song in 2010 is Kenya West’s ‘’Runaway’’. Repetitively, I watched it for 3 times. Perhaps the interpretation is way ultramundane artistically, I deciphered nothing from it. Blame me not. let's see a full explanation from here.  

Though, I like the chorus. Like seriously,a  toast to the douche bags in my life too! 

Touch me and you're dead

Optimism is another avatar of placebo.  While optimism is always hailed the mother of success, I will put you through a new aspect on why  bipolar duality of pessimism and positivism could somehow make your life different. Nothing is of total monopoly by one nature. (Keeping it simple : Other side of negativism and pessimism)

Complete deflation after a 8 hours long popping singing dual.

Singing until you chest deflated is the best way to taunt your enemy and same time, contributing to lesser suicidal rates. (?)
As shown in the picture . :')

So what am I going to fulfill in 2011?

1.   

• Get a new chick! For sure.
• Write as much as possible.
• Buy guitar if I could squeeze a few hundred bugs from my critical budget.
• Learn guitar
• Land on higher ground in study.
• Get all the whiteheads out of my face!
• Swimming. Unless you consider a drown frog a qualified swimmer.

Speak less, more on action. Happy Chinese new year in advance.

I like this. Do you?