So much for keeping this blog ISSUE-free

"-You cannot be sexist toward men. Sexism is based on a system of oppression. You CAN be discriminatory, rude, inconsiderate, and/or prejudiced against men but you CANNOT be sexist toward them.

-You cannot be racist towards white people. Racism is based on a system of oppression. You CAN be discriminatory, rude, inconsiderate, and/or prejudiced against white people but you CANNOT be racist toward them.

This is not difficult."

Before the rant begins, let me just state that i think this is the biggest piece of rubbish i have read in a while. And im studying law, so rubbish is a daily thing. 

Racism is the belief that you are allowed to harbour prejudice, discrimination or antagonism towards someone of a different racial background because of some preconceived, idiotic, notion that each member of a race has characteristics or abilities specific to that race to make it inferior/superior to the rest.  It isn't exclusive for people of colour. If you are prejudiced towards white people, then wake up and smell the crazy, because you're racist. The amount of melanin in your skin isn't a get out of jail free card bro. 

The same goes for sexism. Its a prejudice, stereotyping or discriminatory on the basis of sex. Yes, TYPICALLY against women, but thats not part of the definition. If a woman in a place of power pays a man less, or refuses to employ men simply on the basis of gender, she's a sexist! THAT isn't difficult. 

I completely understand where people are coming from with the whole oppression thing. EVERYONE has racist/sexist tendencies that subconsciously trickles into your everyday stuff, it just so happens that white people took it a little too far, lit torches and donned white pointy hats. Russell Peters sums it up perfectly I think - we people of colour have made this such a big issue, that we've got whites running scared to mention anything that could even be remotely discriminatory. An English friend's parents have asked me if I find being labelled a 'Chindian' offensive. Or being called 'yellow'. And I laughed and said of course not. Thats like me calling you guys 'English' or 'white.' All I'm doing is describing who you are. And I get this A LOT. 

Also, 'banana', and 'nigger'. Are words like this okay so long as you're chinese, or black when you say it? Why is something less offensive if you're part of that race? It is either offensive, or it isnt. And if you think it is, then STOP USING IT, you asshats. It doesn't just magically become racist because someone of a different race uses it. Unless its obviously used offensively (BY ANYONE OF ANY COLOUR, MAY I JUST CLARIFY) then you punch that bigoted son of a bitch in the face. 

And another thing - with the whites (and this is quite analogous to the Malays back home), everyone else is all "Oh, you guys can't complain about anything - not education, not the economy, not unemployment - because to the rest of us, you guys are privileged motherfuckers."

What? 

If someone has worked hard, and cares about his/her future or country, i think they have a right to say something. No one is born on equal footing, and you look to your parents, and in some cases, outside factors like the government for this. But thats not a reason to diss on someone. I have friends who are intelligent as hell, but are shy to talk about their scholarships because they know that people will turn around and go 'Pfft. Bumiputera. Thats the only reason why."

That's the Government's fault you douchebags. 

And its all well and good complaining about it, but its not going to go anywhere if you don't do anything about it, is it? I've been lucky enough to reach a point with my friends back home where we don't even think about it anymore, and fortunate enough to find friends here who are cool enough to laugh about themselves. 

People just need to stop being such self-absorbed dicks and chill the fuck out. Everything starts with you. 

Vote Jish 2052*

nk
*dates subject to change

Nota Bene

If that stunning, currently in the works (and by in the works we both know we mean in your head without any hope of seeing the light of day till you actually start writing shit down) fantasy fiction trilogy of yours doesn't work out, take solace in the fact that you could probably crap out a novel based solely on sarcasm and tv tropes. We may not have many readers, but at least you'll be able to cross no. 4 off the bucket list.

Also, start writing things down. The rate you forget shit is faster than the rate at which you come up with good shit. We're losing a battle here.

nk

I will not make perfect sims I will not make perfect sims I will not make perfect sims I will not make perfect sims I will not make perfect sims I will not make perfect sims I will not make perfect sims I will not make perfect sims I will not make perfect sims I will not make perfect sims I will not make perfect sims I cant help it I cant help it I cant help it I cant heeeeeelp iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.

nk

I swear this is the last one.

I need to start turning some of this catharsis into a respectable legal essay sometime today anyway. I deserve an award in the ninja art of procrastination. 14 days turned into 6 days turned into fucking hell I've got 2 days to write six THOUSAND words. Which doesn't seem so bad in the sense that I can pull two thousand words out of my ass no sweat for the various misuses of the internet I subscribe to AND almost as easily manufacture page upon page of chapters of a book that, if I keep deleting the way I do, will never see light of day until I'm six feet under.

But cutting out the snark is potentially an issue. I'm 99 percent snark. Take that away and you most certainly do not have a billionaire genius playboy philanthropist.

Sorry. Excited for the Avengers.

And procrastinating, again.

There needs to be some sort of manufactured essence of motivation that can be bottled and sold to the hapless masses. I'd buy it.

Off to attempt work I suppose. Just felt oddly chatty today. For one way convo's with the internet anyway. Heaven help any one who tries to talk to me IRL.

Ja ne.

nk

Sidenote

Coffee and vitamins is a very bad idea.

Very bad.

nk

Desynchronisation

It's definitely the caffeine high.

You know, I can't even spell caffeine without the spellchecker. But then again, I cant spell field, their, successfully, business, and a plethora of other ridiculously simple words without some sort of electronic thingamajiggy anyway. Or without scribbling a thousand variations into my desk to see which one 'looks kinda right'. And I have a cambridge certificate in Advanced English. HAH. I also can't spell a word verbally, bet you didn't know that. I have to write it down. It's so bad its not even funny. 

Anyway, being spell-challenged (of the English, not the Muggle variety) aside, I was just thinking...

I've changed a lot since the old days. Some of the ol'pallies have adamantly defended that it's for the better. Age and college have softened me up. 

Maybe thats the problem. The messing around with shit. I don't mean to get all deep and meaningful on your asses here, fates forbid that I go all hipster-darkside, but you have to consider the possibilities. What if its like tipping over the wrong domino in a carefully laid out sequence of a bajillion dominos? And instead of neatly tipping that last domino in a little pool of ketchup in your friendly neighbourhood McDonalds, the sequence gets jacked somewhere by the doors?

Not that I don't enjoy being slightly more chilled out, but tightly wound me had shit sorted. She probably wasn't very much liked, but she had shit in line, and being liked was never much of a concern anyway. Still not a concern. Maybe I just miss rules. Not that I followed them most of the time... I was always more a 'do as I say' than a 'do as I do' type leader anyway. Not the best course of action (dad would definitely disapprove) but hell, which one of us actually knew what we were doing at that age?

I wonder if admitting that gives me cosmic paragon points or something...

Maybe I just miss authority. Or responsibility.

I think I miss exceeding expectations with the minimal amount of effort on my part. Or meeting them, at the very least, instead of wondering if I'm flying wahahaaaaay below the radar. 

I wonder if I tipped over one too many wrong dominos.

I can't spell definitely or disapprove either apparently. 

How the hell did I ace those exams. 

nk

Caffeinated and Feeling Craptastic

I've never been an insomniac. Not involuntarily anyway. Though, I'm not sure if you can even be an insomniac voluntarily. Can you? Or is that just a casual self torture thing?

On second thought, don't answer that.

I haven't slept in at least 24 hours, I've had to dose my system with coffee for the first time since... ever. I don't even like the shit. And my inner health nut job is just dying to pop the vitamins, but I'm a not sure that if I take it with caffeine in the pipes, it wont explode my liver or something. Medication has too many If's and But's anyway. I'd turn to googling symptoms, but the last time I did that the fucking thing told me that I was bleeding in my stomach. When all that happened was I that I'd had some suspicious spring rolls. Yes, I was projectile vomiting my guts out, but I wasn't fucking dying. Had me all panicked for shits and giggles. And this was on the bloody NHS site as well.

Yeah. So, basically, I'm a no go on the sleep-o.

Gah.

Im not so ridiculously self absorbed to even begin to consider my life as 'messed up' in any way, as the more melodramatic in nature are wont to do, but I'm not so stubborn as not to acknowledge that something is definitely malfunctioning under the hood. I dish out advice to the little personality clone I call a brother with the speed normally associated with explaining to the listening world what my problem is with sparkely vampires, but the minute I turn head shrink on myself I draw perpetual blanks.

So it's 9 in the morning. And I'm listening to good old John Williams soundtracks because its the only thing i can realistically stomach. Lyrics have been a bit of a temper trigger recently, even the good ones. So to the wordless classics I turn. It helps that they're ridiculously good soundtracks to ridiculously good movies though.

Until Spotify decides to interrupt Dual Of The Fates with a Titanic advertisement. I'm not sure how bringing back this movie in 3D is going to make it any better. (Will they see the ice-berg in 3D?) I think my life was better off as a Titanic virgin, 'you haven't really lived until you've seen this movie' my hideously eye-bagged ass. And now they're sic-ing this -pardon the expression- shipwreck on a new generation? Not that this generation is untarnished by shit, ohhh no. Our paltry excuses for musical prodigies saw to that with frightening efficiency.

Anyway.

I think somewhere in my life there was a divergence in my little personalised version of Robert Frost's road in the woods. Only the options were never properly considered. I'm not sure when exactly I gave the finger to the road less taken, but I'm pretty sure it happened in the past couple of years or so. I've never been one for self doubt, I've never really been one for doubt if you think about it. So something has to have gone sideways for me to wake up and feel un-me, hasn't it? I'd be hard pressed to put a finger on it though. The last couple of years haven't exactly been a cake walk.

This is the part where I rue the fact that my life isn't a movie, and I cant have a tastefully done montage with some Bob Dylan music to timeskip over my seemingly tiny, yet dramatically accumulative problems to the part where Morgan Freeman tells me what to do to get this freakshow back on the road.

Movies are easier. Books are easier. Don't even get me started on the video games. Saving the world because only YOU can, with the wise sage guy who you latch onto as a parent figure because your [insert beloved family member here] died, with that snarky, roguish, sufficiently mysterious, fans-will-write-frustrated-fan-fiction-about-you sidekick, and your assorted band of lovable class-A nut jobs sounds a hell of a lot easier than trying to figure out some semblance of direction for the next two months.

Or maybe I just need a really good kick in the butt.

The references in this post are getting out of hand, anyway.

I think I can safely take my vitamins now. Over and out.

nk