Saturday, April 13, 2013

In My Place

''Get off your lazy arse and study!!''

Best thing said and most sense made by Yusof. Amazing. 

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And, I thought about it. And spoke about it. And realised. Middle finger this shyt. Okay, not really. I don't wanna middle finger this or any sort of shit. But. Sigh. I can't attend to every itsy bitsy sensitive emotions and feelings people have. Though really, I wouldn't mind and I actually would, but it'll be great if people could confront me about those emotions. It's a two way street. Stop playing games. If you're mad/hurt/emotionally constipated, tell me la gawdarnit, and not ''drop hints''. 

Aaaaaaaand, just because I'm usually as happy as an ignorant idiot half(most) of the time, doesn't mean I don't have my own troubles too. So maybe it's worth a thought too.

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Random and irrelevant, but a quick shoutout to BertBert (sorry, said I'll try and stop calling you that but. I lied) ! (:
Thanks for checking up on me (and my blog) every once in a while.

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And now, back to panicking and yet not doing anything about exams.

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Think I might rather be this fat monkey right now. He's in Bali and he's got food and other fat happy friends and no exams and no expectations. I want that.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Man on Fire


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Nature study will show you how full of beautiful and wonderful things God has made the world for you to enjoy. Be contented with what you have got and make the best of it. Look on the bright side of things instead of the gloomy one.

But the real way to get happiness is by giving out happiness to other people. Try and leave this world a little better than you found it and when your turn comes to die, you can die happy in feeling that at any rate you have not wasted your time but have done your best. 'Be Prepared' in this way, to live happy and to die happy - stick to your Scout Promise always - even after you have ceased to be a boy - and God help you do it.

Your friend, 
Baden-Powell
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I'm a huge fan of quoted words/song lyrics, clearly shown by the hugely vandalized front cover of my Bio notebook and the inside of my pencil case. But this one, at the top, is probably my all time favourite. BP's last message to his fellow scouts. He's the founder of the Scout movement, not some creepy old guy who wrote letters to boys.

But the real way to get happiness is by giving out happiness to other people. Try and leave this world a little better than you found it and when your turn comes to die, you can die happy in feeling that at any rate you have not wasted your time but have done your best.

Ever since reading it, I try living by that those two lines. Especially the underlined parts. I wouldn't put in the effort to underline it for nothing. Hah, which reminds me, when I was younger (not by much, just a couple of years ago), I was almost convinced that I was going to die young. And every time I'm in a situation where I think I might die (eg. being in a car where the driver's being an idiot with the speed or being in a plane. Yes, I've got a knack for thinking of worst case scenarios), I kinda close my eyes and pray to whoever incharge and listening (let's call this person God) to not take my life away just yet. Cause I don't think I've made the world any better. Well, I wasn't exactly aiming to make the WHOLE world better. But at least someone's world. Or a few someones. Or a dog. A cat. Whatever. Though speaking of animals, this is why I don't kill ants. Cause this stupid kid inside me would like to believe that it's part of making a difference. A small microscopic piece of the ''big picture''. Cause if it was some other person instead of me, the ant's probably dead. Jyen the Ant Saver. Yeah. Not too glamorous huh. But I guess, in some silly way, it serves as a self-reminder that I shouldn't stop doing things that don't matter to other people, if it matters to me. Not sure if that made any sense now written in words..

Think I got slightly side tracked there. Let me steer myself back on track.

And I'm back. Cue long paragraph.

I think recently, over the past couple of months maybe (or longer?), I started to loose track of myself, forgetting those two lines that I've been holding on to. Perhaps maybe even on purpose. I started smoking weed and got slightly addicted to them cigs. It's pretty amusing, how easily accessible weed is in Penang. These things come in small packages too, which makes it easy to hide. Okay, I'm kidding. No weed, no cigs.  I sidetrack alot because I find it difficult to be expressive like this. But anyway. Here's the anti climax to the weed and cigs. I think I've always had the patience to handle my annoyance and frustration. And I don't know what triggered it, but in these few months, I started adapting this ''hands up and off'' attitude. And I have to admit, it felt pretty liberating cause I've never been like that. I kinda dismissed many things and stopped attending to things I've been attending to. Okay maybe I do know what triggered it. Maybe. Maybe because prior to this, I subconsciously felt emotionally responsible for a few people. It's not a bad thing, I guess, cause that's what happens when you build relationships, right? People sort of become emotionally dependent on one another. I'm like that too. But I felt kinda ''emotionally stressed'' cause I had to watch everything I say and do, and also what I DON'T say and do. And that just made me so itchy inside. It was annoying, cause pleasing one person seemed to displease another. Felt so bloody restricting. So I gave up trying. And that seemed to displease everyone. For once, I kept my hands off and I kicked my responsibility aside. Probably the most selfish thing I've ever done (other than the time I refused to share any of my chocolate with my baby cousin brother). But daaaaaaaaamn. It was nice for a while. But I think it caused some sort of chain reaction. So I continued being selfish, almost completely on a I-do-as-I-like basis with minimal effort on anything else. I adapted that with my studies too. Hardly did anything. Horrible timing for both, with the year coming to an end and my exams horrifyingly near.

So I guess. Not handling things is not a good way to handle things.

Think it's high time I collect myself and get my act together again. There must be some sort of compromise. It's gonna take alot of effort though. Here comes a whine. Nyeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Jyen the Ant Saver will find her way back. and hopefully learn how to cook on the way. Maybe. Okay I guess the cooking bit wasn't too realistic.

To try to leave this world a little better than I found it.

Right, okay. I've got this.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Run Around Sue

I'm hungry. And home alone. And..
...well I wrote that about an hour ago. Brain constipated with the words I needed. So I gave up and went and cook myself some maggi noodles instead. The feeling of knowing something for certain, but yet hoping for it to be different each time you try.. that's me with my cooking. It's amazing, how I'm always surprised when the food I cook tastes as bad as it does. I can't even handle cooking bloody noodles. If taken literally, bloody noodles would be pretty disgusting. But at least I'm not hungry anymore.

Speaking of disgusting, one other thing that never fail to surprise me is finding drops of pee around the toilet bowl when using the public washroom. I get that some people aren't too good with aiming, as I can relate to that when I try to put balls through fcking hoops, but, come on! The toilet seat hole thing isn't exactly microscopic. And really, all it takes is for you to sit your ass down, or squat, and release. Aiming isn't  even necessary. Unless gravity doesn't work with you and your pee. Then I stand corrected.

Third totally irrelevant thing, it's amazing how back then, music artists were able to sing about what we'd call today: sluts and whores, and make it sound almost respectable. Prime example ; Run around Sue by Dion. I wonder how it was like, living in such an era. People back then were probably much more able to aim when peeing too. Just saying.