Saturday, March 24, 2012

When you are not sure whether you want Time to run or crawl

Time, as we all should already know by now, has its own pace. The scumbag likes to run when we need to take it slow and crawl when we wish it to be fast. So what does it do if one wants it to be fast and slow at the same time? Damn you know they don’t care, Time goes as it goes. It’s just fast sometimes because we are often too preoccupied with stuff (fun, stress, work, whatever) to notice it pass us. Then when we have nothing better to focus on, we do nothing but stare at the clock, making its agonizing slow pace seem to be so much slower than it would rightfully seem to be.

I want time to move slower because there are so many things I wanna do and just so many more hours I wanna sleep. Lol. Jk. But seriously, if time was a little slower, I could learn more things. Then again, chances would be higher if I just wish that my brain learns and absorbs things better. That’d probably work better than relying on time to walk the pace I want it to.

Then, I wish time would move faster because I’m anticipating the future arrival of many other things. Like the inevitable price reduction on ultrabooks for various brands so that I can afford to get one that is reasonably powered and updated, also a speed monster that will not eat up its own battery life. I’m being a tad bit unreasonable here, I know. XD

I’m also looking forward to the completion of the LRT rail that’s supposed to be done in a few years time. Reason being, once it’s completed I do not have to dread the jam on the way home every night, sparing me the agony of sharing road space with a thousand other equally irritated drivers that are unwillingly stuck in gridlock such as I. Then, I would be able to get back home earlier every night and leave home later since the I live (or should be living) in between two stations, saving me many hours each day. And WHEN that happens I can finally probably get a dog ^^




I can’t get one now cause I’m not home often enough and long enough to care for the little fella. I don’t want to end up being one of those human beings who gets a pet and ends up not knowing anything about it. When I was working before, I always have to control myself to not show my pissed off face when some “loving” pet owner comes in with their pampered pet complaining of some illness and knowing nothing about the symptoms and condition of the pet. And who actually does, you ask? Well, in most cases the maid. Then they go around saying that the animal belongs to them when the animals, for the most part, are closer to the maid compared to them.

Oh well. Getting off topic.

Means its time for me to stop. Haha.

Time was never meant to be controlled by humans. All we can do is to try to ignore its passage while making the most of it.

I will.

Friday, March 09, 2012

Cruelty to Animals

I dunno if how far this has been circulating, but recently there’s a lot of people posting this news about this wan tan mee stall owner splashing scalding hot water on some innocent dog (Well, on my FB wall anyway). o.O

I’m not gonna say that this is not an action of cruelty, NOOOO.

This guy is definitely being really cruel and unfair to that hapless dog that’s probably just attracted to his “famous” wan tan mee.

But what I’m trying to say is, we (society) is TOO focused on the people who directly do acts of cruelty toward these animals. How about those people that do it INDIRECTLY?

How can someone be cruel indirectly, you ask. Well, in my opinion, this title can be bestowed upon those humans that have done actions that led to this miserable ending (the dog – or whatever else – being tortured).

For one, if the dog has an owner, then the owner is at fault for letting his animal run free.

If the dog HAD an owner, then its the ex-owner’s fault for abandoning the poor thing without a proper means of survival other than to wander around, sniffing around “famous” wan tan mee stalls, and end up angering the owner of the place, causing the owner to be cruel to the animal, leading to some “helpful” civilian taking pictures to spread the news AFTER a kind person has rescued the dog, giving publicity to the evil owner, but not highlighting the fact that a REAL kind civilian had taken in the poor dog and help it for real (permanently or not, I’m not sure, cuz these “kind” civilians are more interested in getting people to boycott the stall than to ask people to ACTUALLY help the animals).

If the dog NEVER had an owner, then its parents probably had owners, if not, well, SOMEWHERE up in the doggy family tree, there exists this particular dog who HAD a human being who “released” it into the wild. Now then, I blame THIS human, for being the root of all animal cruelty that we find (mostly) in strays. Why, cause this genius set free a part of a breeding machine that will ensure the births of many unwanted animals in the world.

And, it is normal for such people to frown at people euthanizing strays, saying it is unhumane and whatnot, it can be adopted, but will never adopt one for themselves. Same goes to the people who are said to have watched the stall owner pour hot water on the above mentioned dog.

These people THINK they are not included in the equation, but in reality, they are already in the mist of it, guilty of the most common form of cruelty ever: APATHY.

To these sorry excuses of human beings, I sincerely pray that when their time comes (or ends, whatever), may whomever rule over hell make sure that they get to experience whatever they have done to these animals a thousand fold, and that they are reborn into such animals with the same fate for many cycles to come.

Remember, animals that are wanted, are “pets”. Animals that are not, are Strays, and that is where the S in “peSt” comes from.

PESTs should be eliminated for the greater good.

It sounds cruel, but it is a form of reluctant cruelty that is born from the unknowing and evil cruelty of others.

We should not give more chances to so called human beings to fall in to the temptation that is cruelty.

Have a pleasant existence, people of the world.

Tuesday, March 06, 2012

Holding. Finding. Letting go. Grabbing. Owning. Pretending.

Sometimes, when people tell you to let go, reality is, you KNOW you have to let go.

You KNOW that holding on is stupid.

That holding on so desperately so something that will not give you the time of day is utterly ridiculous. 

That holding on to that which you feel so dear to you will not bring you any results. At least, any results that you dream would happen if you held on for long enough.

You KNOW. You really do.

But you can’t let go.

To crap with whoever said “If you really want something, let it go. If it belongs to you, it will always come back. If it doesn’t come back to you, then it never belonged to you in the first place”

Because you know if you ever let go, you know it will never come back. And you can never fool yourself into pretending that it still belongs to you. Not ever again.

Like a kid and his favorite toy, the only way to ask the kid to let go of the toy is for the kid to realize he wants a better toy. Only then he will let go of the previous toy in an effort to own the new, better toy.

This has always been the condition for me to let go of anything.

I need to be obsessed with something better.

Thursday, March 01, 2012


Once upon a time there was a period where I would say that my ideal job was to be some rich guy’s driver. Know I know that I thought wrong. Haha. Why? Cause since then I’ve realized the real reason why I love driving so much. It’s not so much the act of driving itself, but what driving means to me. And this is why I do not enjoy driving in traffic jams, and why I (and most people, i assume) love driving on empty roads.

So I actually came to this realization after having to drive daily to and fro for work. See, in the early mornings when traffic is scarce, driving that 20 minutes to the LRT is so peaceful and enjoyable, it has become like a daily therapy session for me.

Driving, to me, represents the two things in life I value the most: Freedom and Pride. To give up these two things would be harder than selling off my soul to the devil, which, may I add, I almost did before some deity up there must have done some last minute systems check and realized that more people (me) are selling their souls to their competitor and hurriedly threw some chances down at these people in hopes of pulling them back from the edge.

I was SO close to falling in the pit, too. It might be abit later than I would have liked, but that chance was what I had been waiting for all this while. Better late than never, right? Heh. But I’m really pleased with the way things are going now. I’ve got a bit of routine set in to keep me from straying too far, and also just enough randomness to avoid myself from getting too bored (I have long suspected that I have a *cough*mild*cough* case of ADHD). Anyway, life is giving me stuff to do, things to learn, and others to… well, do something about.

Plus I get a daily dose of therapeutic driving session thrown in.

Yep. I like my life now.