Monday, December 31, 2012

Delhi Gang Rape Case

I guess some of you would have already seen this being passed around viral on Facebook and whatnot.

Moved by the story, I decided to look for the victim's name. At least like that, she'll be remembered as a real person. Not that Delhi Gang Rape victim.

She deserves at least that much for all this hype about her story. But maybe it's her family's decision to keep it ambiguous. So either way, I'd respect whatever they decide to do.

[edit] Her name is Jyoti Singh Pandey
And a Wikipage has been released in honour of her courage to stand against her perpetrators[/edit]

Her family's probably been through enough following her slow death. But if any of you out there know her name, let it be known, and God bless her soul.
The article about the last moments of her life really just made me shed a tear. Why of all people, this girl?

If you type Delhi Gang Rape Case on Google search, you should be able to find loads of hate threads dedicated to the motherfuckers who took her life. So I'll spare you all the additional links.

Just in case you haven't read the full story, here's the original article strip.

Anyways, this is what I posted on FB in response to hearing this dreadful news.

"Why must there always be stuck up men that ruin all us good men's reputation as a whole? Motherfuckers, is it so damned hard to treat a woman right? 

All you have to do it keep your thing in, stop looking at them as sexual objects and treat them like anyone you'd respect. Then, they'll just appear as a woman to you, not boob, not dat ass, not tapping whatever you might have in mind.

Just look at them as a person for God's sake. 

Fucking retards. 

You idiots don't get a boner when you look at something beautiful. Girls are always beautiful before sexy. If that doesn't happen to you, I donno, I guess your dick might as well be your only brain.

Boners only happens when you begin to think about what you shouldn't be thinking. Don't make up excuses with hormones and whatnot. It's all you all the way through.

Fuck rapists, fuck pedos, fuck killers and fuck everything that's wrong with this world. The world didn't end to give you spastic jokes more opportunities to destroy more innocent lives.

Why can't that poor lady end her journey in a Bollywood movie scene with 6 random men giving her a bouquet of roses each? Oh right, I guess you dickheads decided it was ok to overpower a girl with the might of 6 men, and then marvel at the eureka moment where you realized that a hole should be able to fit any rod, anyhow, anytime.

One day I tell you, one day, that same metal rod's gonna go through your only hole below and it's gonna exit through your mouth.

Whether you live or die after that is none of my concern. God save your soul.

Share it around with or without the text if you need be. Just don't ignore this.

But if you can't or don't have time, don't worry, I won't hold any grudges. It's not like I'm oblivious to all the other problems life poses to us.

If you're a girl, just be careful out there. It doesn't matter how prepared you are sometimes. If someone's intention is to gang rape you, even if you're with a gang of girls, you'll get raped. Don't try to be smart. Just follow your survival instincts.

And to guys out there, I guess the message I've sent above is pretty clear enough.

To everyone else out there, I know we live in an age where sleeping around and exchanging partners are common nowadays. But please do remember that every life is precious, and one should never cross the border to sexual insanity. If you're really into sex, don't let it get too much into your head, don't let it control you, and don't let it turn savage.

Treat people like how they should be treated. Treat them like how you want to be treated. If your clause at life is to violate other people's physical space, lets see what happens if someone chooses to violate your life instead.

Nobody asked to be rape, nobody asked to be murdered, nobody asked to be bullied, nobody asked to be etc. Stop the crap and just be nice.

Is it really so hard to be nice?

...Great way to greet a new year full of hope.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Ballpen Love

Yeap. Done in between whatever time I had at work.

And I guess my feet condition might be a possible fungal infection.
I mean, what else could it be? I guess you can see it a lot clearer
this time since I kinda soaked my feet in salt water earlier.

Yeap. Time to sleep. Got back at 1am just now. Zzz

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

High Beam eh.

Have you ever despised someone so much for doing something so incredulously stupid at the most annoying of times? I mean, just imagine yourself rushing to another location on bicycle in the middle of the night, and this idiot hobo had to do this from the oncoming direction.

image from this site.

original image form here


Yes. They really, fucking, hurt.

You assholes out there better watchout. One day, one day I tell you, I'm gonna put a mirror in front of my bicycle and then we'll see how it feels for your eyes to burn like mine did.

Do I look like I care if it'd cause you swerve to the corner and cause an accident? Guess not. I mean, I am putting that mirror to make your life miserable right

Dafuq, you expect people to be considerate for you, so why can't you do the same for others?

I know you're supposed to use it when you see something coming at you in the oncoming direction. But didn't the road book specifically mention that you have to turn it off as you draw closer? In fact, you were only allowed to have it on like at least 500 feet away. Not IN MAH FUCKING FACE.

Please go reeducate yourself here and here and wherever else you can think of. Oh, it must be fucking stupid for someone to cycle on Malaysia roads. Well, whaddaya know, I'm just stuck with it for now. It's not like I can simply afford a better pecking vehicle to overpower your might anytime y'know.

If that can happen, I must either be filthy rich, or I'm just that great of a car thief.

And what the hell is wrong with drivers these days?

Tell me, tell me please for the love of god and guanyinpusa, what's the whole reason for having this nice lovely light installed at the side of the vehicle?

image taken from here.

So why the fuck is it so damned difficult for you dopehead drivers to just use that signal to show where you're going?

                        TURN RIGHT

Very big difference isn't it?

It's just that simple. Move that stick. Move that lever stick at the side of your steering wheel. YES, just move that muthafucka everytime you wanna turn or switch lanes. Is that so hard to do? 

Oh, it's hard? Realry? Wait till I make that lever go 20kg. And I'll make sure you're also handcuffed. Oh, and i'll duct tape both your entire hands. Now you tell me that's hard, maybe I'll believe you just a trifle bit.

Seriously man, are you deliberately trying to cause negligence on the road or challenging a lowly pedestrian who so happens to be coming in the opposite direction of your road to a road rage duel of death?

For fuck's sake man, driving ain't for lazy people. If you lazy, don't drive. You'll kill someone in the process man. Seriously, one day, it's gonna happen to you, and that irremovable memory will haunt you in an everlasting torment of darkness and guilt. 

Oh, don't want that?


Well, I'd love to use a mirror to threaten you, but that's gonna be useless for your case so...
Yeah. Just please kindly turn on your signal pretty please? Or i'm telling you, you might just end up like Bruno Mars over here.

Ok, enough #/infiniterage for today.

Anyways, on my side of the update, something weird's happening to my feet lately. I donno if it has something to do with my dad changing into a cheaper brand of soap for the socks. 

Either way, it's not like he throws in the socks to wash properly. You're actually supposed to soak them first, then wash them alone with just socks and nothing else. If you mix'em up with clothes, isn't it only natural for them to stink like the socks themselves after that right?

And socks retain lots of soap man. Period.

So much that if it's not properly rinsed, the soap can get absorbed into your skin and make them dry, flaky and blistery.

So yes, you need to rinse, and rinse, and rinse. AND FUCKING RINSE AGAIN.

You can't just expect socks to be clean with just once rinse, one wash, together with clothes, without soaking. If your socks don't smell after you do that, it's either the feet of your entire family never stink, or you're using miracle soap. Seriously, just let me know what product you use for your socks if they really don't reek of feet fungus and the like after one wash, with one rinse, together with other clothes and all. Just take my money already!

See those flakes and patches? It never existed a month or a few weeks back. In fact, I only started noticing them in the past 2 weeks. They just suddenly popped outta nowhere. And it's queer how I always find that my socks would be sticking to those parts of the skin as if they were matching pairs of velcro and cloth.

That's just fucking wrong y'know. It's like someone purposely hid double-sided tape into my socks to fool around with me. I donno how it works, but it really is just like that.

Anyhows, mom's asking me to go and rinse my feet in hot salt water twice a day to get rid of this piece of shit skin problem which name isn't known to me. As if time isn't scarce enough  already for me, and now I've gotta spend half an hour in the day and half an hour in the night to just do this shit.

I suppose I'm not in the position to complain since it's either I do it, or it just gets motherfucking-ly worse.

So, yeah. Life sucks today. Just hoping it's not a potential corn or callus, or I'd really be in deep shit. I mean, my mom got it before from my eldest brother, and I personally witnessed my mom apply acid to burn layers over layers over layers of her skin, slowly for a period of more than 6 months, twice a day.

Each burn session lasted at least for half an hour, and left to do it's work for the entire fucking day/night. I donno about you, but I'd never wanna put myself through that kinda misery.

Yeah. Ok, ranting out. Thanks for reading. -OC

Friday, December 14, 2012

An Eye for Another Eye.

A while back, a friend of mine decided it'd be a good idea to
publicly inform a certain group of students from my college to
stop openly dissing people, particularly the lecturers he knows,
respects and is affiliated with.

These are his exact queer words:

Guys, I know things are stressful for you students and some
of you might not like the way some things are run in the college,
but can I ask you guys, nicely, to not attack or insult your lecturers/tutors,
what's worse, on facebook? 

Say whatever you want behind our backs but can you not publicly
humiliate the people who are educating you? How would you like
it if we started posting up drawings of students we don't like, eh?
Yeah, you know who I'm talking about now, don't you?

I know it's the age of righteous stand-up-to-the-Man acts (Bersih,
anti-Lynas, take your pick) but there's a difference between proving
a point, and coming off as just plain whiny. 

If you see it as an act of retribution or just plain 'eye for an eye',
remember this: An eye for an eye means the whole world goes blind.

After thinking through for a bit, I replied with this:

Anyways, bro, I understand where you're coming from, but you shouldn't 
take it too seriously. There's a reason why majority of lecturers prefer not 
to FB with students. You have to know that the mentality of students nowadays 
are of different temperament, and sometimes, they are just quick to insult back. 
Sometimes they give those vents proper real names (like your case), and 
sometimes they create new titles for them so they can toss around insults 
about a particular person to save themselves from getting found out.

Either way, what you should do now, as a tutor/staff of TOA, is to filter out 
the crap they give, and see the available critics both you and them don't realize. 
A lot of artist tend to forget that their character themselves is an artwork and 
can be judged accordingly.

So if you see a point in what they tell say, take it in, improve, and prove them 
wrong. You gain something and they don't. For that, you should thank them for 
their honesty. But if all they're just giving you are empty blind shots, then just 
dodge all of them and pretend they don't exist.

People vent bro. Their all young. So let it slide. They don't know this yet, but 
some day, their gonna repost what you did here today when they finally get 
your point. It takes time. You can't change perception with a flick of a switch.

Perceptions and ideas come in the form of slow hunches. You need to go 
through a certain set of paradigm shifts before you can finally see the 
underlying meanings behind an idea.

So let it grow. Let them grow. Forgive and forget. We're all mature people, 
so lets be the bigger people and take two steps back until they finally see 
your point.

Because if I was put into your shoes, I'd probably just put up the words, 

"Thanks for sharing you feedback. We'll take them into heart and improve 
however we can. Keep them coming."

And who knows, maybe they might just open up to y'all. *shrugs*

*My original text never had any of the links. So.. yeah, now you'd get the picture in the very least.
Now that I look at it, I only really disagree on one thing about his
approach. It was when he said:

How would you like  it if we started posting up drawings of students 
we don't like, eh? Yeah, you know who I'm talking about now, don't you?

I can understand why he'd think that way. He's just trying to give the students
an idea of what to relate to and how their actions can affect others.

But what he might have missed is that, if he really did that, he'd just cause
a cycle of endless vendetta and more people's lives will get wrecked in
the process for no good reason, aside from the fact that he's hinting to
allow his personal emotions get in the way of his professional practice,
which is... not a good thing.

This is one of the main reasons why I don't really adore the idea of
advocating the how'd you feel if I did the same to you thing scenario.
I mean, it's always the most easily relatable context for people, but
when people take it the wrong way, it's just as easy as looking at it
as a threat, and when something as simple as this gets misunderstood,
a whole new level of shitbomb develops, and believe me when I say you
really don't want to see it explode.

Nope, it's not gonna be like a scene from Expendables. Maybe something
more like Final Destination going from 1 -5 and you don't get to die at all in
the process, but you'll live through the entire experience. Sounds like such
an adventure doesn't it?

So.. yes, I always try to avoid using such examples. Mainly because I don't
want to implant such ideas of havoc into people's minds, parasites that suck
up all the joy in their lives and replacing that void with anger, malice and discord.

I'd prefer peaceful resolutions that can make life easier for everyone.
It's a little utilitarian, and definitely takes a bit more effort to achieve
compared to the shitbomb idea earlier. I mean, if it conveys the message
clearer with less chance of it being misunderstood, all the better right?

Anyways, this is what I would have really said if I was him there and then
with a mind as clear as this today :

Hi people. I know you're all frustrated with your studies and everything.
And sometimes you just need to take it out on stuff and vent. But I need
to remind you that places like FB isn't such a safe place to do so, especially
when it involves people. I'm not sure if you know about cases like a dad 
shooting his daughter's laptop happening before. But yes, shits get out of
control sometimes. Why would you want to give a chance for things like
that to happen to you? Wouldn't it be the better, smarter choice to just
take the alternate route and save yourselves all the trouble of going through
what you could have always easily avoided?

Either way, FB is a place where literally everyone is connected, and people 
you are friends with might be friends with people you don't want to be friends 
with. Then, when you happen to be venting about those particular people and
the mutual in-between nice guys decided to just drop a lending ear for 
them, then tell them afterwards, well, just be prepared to brace yourself
for a shitstorm coming your way.

Sure, you may defend yourself calling it venting. But the way other's see it,
you're probably just asking for a lawsuit for defamatory content. I guess 
probably after that, you might actually get the gist of what I'm trying to tell you.

But of course, if your intention was to be heard and for it to somehow land
on the person you're dissing about anyways, and you don't especially mind
dealing with a lawsuit, then sure, go ahead.

You see, I'm under the impression that you're all adults now, and that you're 
responsible for your own actions. So if you're publicly posting stuff like that up, 
it must mean that you're absolutely fine with people coming after you for defamatory
lawsuits and the like. No really, if you have no issue with that, by all means, 
just do it more often. If that really is the kinda lifestyle you want to live, I can
 respect that. Who the fuck should tell you how to live your life right?

If not, well, private blogs and diaries exist for a reason y'know. If you're not 
in for something that you can't share with your friends, then why not just share 
with them directly? You can do it via pm or forums, or msn and the like. There's 
so many ways. Sometimes even a fake FB account would do.

It's probably too late if you just realized it now, but still, it's better than repeating
the same mistake twice don'tcha think?

Why choose the one that puts you into the most obvious redzone? I mean,
I too have my own frustrations and the like, and I vent too. But I do so in ways
that people can't trace me back with. Or in the very least, I don't deliberately go 
doing it at places where I know for sure a shitstorm's heading my way right after.

Anyways, this is just some food for thought. Just do whatever you want for as
long as you're clear with it lol. And make sure you don't drag your family or friends
along with your shitstorm. They've got their own lives to live. If you created a 
shitstorm, you solve it yourself and don't expect anyone else to do it for you.

So make sure you think twice before you post the next time. I might not be personally
attached to my emotions when it comes to work, but I can't necessarily say the
same for the many others who're also marking your papers. So if you're found out,
well, I reckon you'd know what to do next.

Of course, if they did that, it'd prove that what you said would be partially
accurate. But do you really wanna risk all that tuition for some spur of an
emotion you just simple can't control well enough?

Anyways, good luck have a nice day.

Sounds pretty different doesn't it? And you still get your message across.
You want them to stop being douches and stop doing the things that
don't benefit them. You wanna warn them about the things they would
want to avoid, not encouraging or suggesting ways for them to get creative
with any form of payback scheme.

You want them to know the repercussions of what their actions will do to
them, not a threat that suggests that their lifestyle is in greater jeopardy just
because someone found out. Going fire with fire is ol'skool, but really, is that
the only way one can think of approaching the said subject?

Well, anyways, I guess I'm just me in the end and this is how I'd do it if I
were put into his shoes.

An eye for an eye makes the world go blind right?


ok maybe not. The way I see it, both parties actually just need to get a better pair 
of glasses for themselves. And everything will be just fine...

Ok, thanks for reading. - OC

Monday, December 10, 2012

What I'd Rather Have

A cat at my backyard.

I've always had a habit of finishing up my food no matter what the portion, down to the very last drop of rice (I just can't finish meehoon because the last few thread are very hard to pick up). But this year, the habit slowly took a turn, and alas, I began to not mind a little wastage here and there. Mainly because I learned that

  1. time is more valuable than food
  2. your body is more valuable than the food you eat
  3. you shouldn't keep forcing yourself to do the things you don't want to do. Especially when you're at your limit.
I always pushed myself to finish up all the leftovers my family conveniently makes. There was a point where I was constantly overeating and I had to make up with constant exercise every post-meal or my body will feel like crap. After like, I donno, more than a gaziliion years living through that kinda shit, I just told myself to fuck it and start loving myself more. 

And voila, no more tummy aches, no more constipation, no more extra gases and I can sleep earlier without having to fret on whether I need to work my butt off on the following day. My abs are also starting to show up more defined too with my constant workout, which is a good sign.

On another note, I also follow this superstitious rule to not sleep within the next 2 hours after eating as it is believed to be bad for your digestive system and whatnot. Worst case scenario is something like appendix. I mean, it has never happened to me, and I slept after eating before. But just because it hasn't happened to me yet doesn't mean I should continue doing it despite the widespread caution I know about it that's been passed down from my family lineage.

Yes, I still workout of course. But now I'm not working out not to maintain anymore, but to build up bulk. So it's a different set of mentality I'm dealing with here, which is good I suppose.

Anyways, with that being said, I'm still me, the guy who doesn't really adore the idea of wastage. Just because I can't finish the food doesn't mean I'm just gonna toss'em outta the window. I mean, sometimes I do, but that's just because I know something else is gonna eat it when I do.

I know because I check the backyard periodically. There's always no traces of food. Which means the scavengers back there really do whack whatever I throw.

So on the occasional days where I just simply can't toss things out, I'd just open the door and pour out the food for them. That's how I met this guy. (upclose)

looks gruesome doesn't it?
This cat... if this cat was a man, I'd be giving it all my respect. Y'know what, even if it isn't, I'd still give it my respect. Everyday this cat's been treated like crap from all its communial peers. It's shunned and always given last when it comes to the chain of priorities.

Sometimes, it just gets so hungry that he can't help but to fight for survival. Thus explaining that deformity on his face. The wound turned septic roughly about 2 months back. Back then, the pus was so thick that the eye was blinded from the thick layer of green slime. Now that it's gone, it looks even more terrible. The black dot there is basically the eyeball without any layer of flesh above it.

It really just made me weep inside when I saw the photo. It's such a cruel life to live. Why still live?

That's when it dawned to me in a greater epiphany that life really just is a choice. You can always choose to live it out well, or you can always choose not to. These two decisions always bounce back and forth at the back of our minds according to the circumstances we're in and where our emotional balance lies. But either way, I'm not here today to urge you to switch to either side.

I just want you to ponder on the following 2 questions:

  1. which'd you rather have, living or dying?
  2. which feels stronger to you, life or death?
You sort out for yourself which one is more important for you after you think hard.

In truth, we're all somehow guided by a natural sense of survival instinct. It's usually our greater desires that lead us to feeling incomplete and miserably unwhole because we always can't seem to get things out way. So if you're feeling pretty down with pretty much everything, it might be a good idea to just drop all those worldly desires for a moment and think about

what you already have and what you'd rather have now vs what you want to have and what you can't get.

Remember the post about me getting what I needed instead of what I wanted?

I guess you could say it's the same thing. Only that it's not about relationships, but about your material life. Try to concentrate more on what you would rather have. More often that not, you would be surprised with the amount of things you can improve by just looking at things that way.

Nobody's asking you to drop your dreams though. Just a thought that sometimes it's refreshing to call a timeout for yourself. Seriously, you are not even living the kinda life the cat at my backyard is. So I probably can't comprehend as to why you'd toss yourself into such a viciously miserable cycle of melancholy like being negative all the time.

Death may appear to be always an option, but one can only feel happiness when one stays alive right?

Okok, enough of that. Just a quick update about myself. As you all might have known, time is pretty limited once you start working. I've always had plans for my free time, but I'm beginning to get torn between my workout plans and my personal assignments, which to me, are actually equally as important. One makes me healthier and more confident with my looks. The other gives me a career prospect and hones my skill in the arts.

So after weighing them down, I've finally decided to prioritize more on my personal assignments rather than doing it for my workouts. Seems as though I can always workout at small paces at different points of broken down times for as long as I do my workouts properly, but once I neglect my personal assignments, I'll never get to keep up with them and my techniques always jetlag and reset. I mean, I yearn for a dream body, but I guess I can slow down on that one. My career though, it has a shorter expiration date. Might as well prepare myself the best I can first. And I'd do anything to be able to have the ability to put down my imagination onto paper again. Being able to do that makes me feel like I'm a superhero lol.

So yes, I'd rather be able to keep my techniques up to par whenever the need arises for me to use my creative juices once more instead of having a ripped and badass body (I still really want that though T____T)

Life can be tough. But I wanna be like that cat. It chooses to live and never gives up. What's about you?