13.11.09

Stop walking.



Sometimes you stop walking.
And you realise how every day that goes by is not coming back.
That every rain drop that is trickling by is not the same.
That every choice you make starts to matter more.
That you don't have that much more time to stop walking anymore.

7.11.09

The origin of exams

I think I can consider myself an adept taker of exams (note it's 'taker of', not 'scorer in'). After more than a decade of codependency with these cursed things, I began to get a bit curious. How the monkey* did exams started?

1) Free time
Think wise old people. Other than making sure their beards grow JUST scruffy and long enough to reflect their wisdom whilst not looking like a bum, they sure have plenty of time to think. And it gets boring. And if history were to have thought us anything, it's that an idle mind is the devil's workshop.

Wisey 1: I wonder... What came first? The chicken or the egg?

Wisey 2: (points to the farmer) Ho. Ho. Why don't we ask those people over there? If he gets it, we'll give him some money!

It thus started.

2) Fetish
Think smart asses. I know some, you know some. Hey, you might think I am one too. And we all know, they're all so monkey* annoying.

How many days are there in a year?
365.
Well, technically it's 365.25. *grin*

12.01am.
So we going bakkutteh tomorrow morning kan?
Well, technically it's later today. *grin*

Monkey.
So, maybe one day this overpowering, overmonkeying, oversien smart ass thought, "why annoy only one person, when I can annoy a whole HALL of people?!"

It thus started.


Well, technically, it should be "thus, it started". *grin*


Tech your &)#&@*!!

3) For the sake of unbiased assessment of a student's intellectual capabilities
I know I know. This is what every preschool, primary school, high school, university and IELTS test centre will tell you. And, no, I don't doubt it at all. Because,

Imagine preschool without any arithmetic test....
Imagine primary school without any penjodoh bilangan test...
Imagine high school without PMR, SPM and UEC...
Imagine uni without any business finance final exam...




...You might as well imagine Liverpool being champions.

*monkey = fuck (profanities kill brain cells, research say. Srsly.)

5.11.09

Hail!

Something different happened.


Are YOU going to be that difference?

2.11.09

the Riddle



Birthdays are always perfect for one to put everything into perspective. Reflections are done on the year that passed so swiftly. Cursed frivolous flirtations, they are, on our minds.

Many questions are asked. What did I do? Did I do enough? Is 'enough' enough? What more is 'enough'?


When do I know if it's enough?

Enough is a funny word. Stare at it long enough, repeat it often enough, and it becomes weird. ee-NAF?

How about ee-NOUH?

This shows how simply our minds can be fooled. Cue the 'enough?' question. The more we ask ourselves that Question, the more confused we get. It starts with us questioning it, but it will soon overwhelm us, and it will question us instead.


It becomes a Riddle.

This Riddle, it mutates into an overpowering zealot, striking fear into our hearts, unrooting our dreams and devouring them. Ironically, the Question that were to strengthen our perspectives, manifests into a Riddle that threatens to blur the big picture.

Irateness overwhelms logic. The Answer to the Question, like a shiny beacon, is slowly tarnished. We compromisingly digress, and often we lose sight of it. We forget that it is there all along.


Realise the Answer, retort the Question, break the Riddle.

Bring it on, 20 years old!

27.10.09

11 degrees of separation



Torrents of visceral manifestations.
Gushing liquidly through the porous veil separating
Consciousness. Subtleness.

The three dimensions barricade them.
The fourth sneers.
Yet, they prove truculent.
Overlapping, compounding. They broke loose!

Eleven degrees, they conquered.
Brusquely.
Unintentionally.
Readily.
Indelibly.