Quotable quotes 3

Since the holidays, i got a job being a paid guardian for my friend by her parents, who supposedly think she is screwed up. I shall not take sides and be a biased arsewhole, but what is certain is that i have to accompany her to her college and make sure that she gets to college and back without any detours or fiasco. So the college, coincidentally, was previously called UCSI. Now it got fucked up and is called UCSI University. I mean WTF?? I guess they employed someone who was against the uni college or whatever you call that crappy place to come up with the name, coz now it is called University College Sedaya International UNIVERSITY. Idiots. Now back to the story, as i was walking along the college corridoors wandering around aimlessly and being disgusted by the infestation of gangstaz (you catch ma drift aiight homie? :P), i saw this rather useful, yet controversial quote by Robert Maynard Hutchins, iuno who he is, but it went something like this:

'The objective of education is to prepare the young to educate themselves throughout their lives'

Now the thing is, education today is, to put in a simplistic manner, fucked up. I have experienced firsthand the flaws of education. Here is a perfect example. Since i migrated to malaysia when i was 14, i went through two different education systems, and so came up with a definitive idea of what is what. And while in Singapore, i was studying its history, and when it came to the separation of Singapore and Malaysia, we were led to believe that Malaysia was an evil and lousy country, who were so biased and horrendously backward in its mindset. Whereas in Malaysia, upon studying history in the Malaysian perspective, we were then led to believe that it was Singapore that was evil, and it was too demanding for its own good, trying to spark animosity among races and stuff like that. Though both have valid and to an extent sound arguments, i am more inclined on the latter perspective. But the point here is that if you only lived in one place, you will only hear one side of the story, and you will be led by the nose into believing something that might not be wholly true. This shows the corrupting capabilities of education.

Another thing about education itself can be read in my blog post on society 'United we stand, divided we fall?' So good fer you if you read it, and thanks for your unending attention and time! for those who havent, dont be lazy swines and go before i smite you to the deepest darkest crevice of this earth.:P

So if education now is fucked up, then what does that saying mean? I guess it involves education on a basic, pure and undiluted manifestation. A form of education that does not involve taking sides and focuses more on the logic and critical aspect of the human brain, or just for the sake of gaining uncorrupted knowledge, things told as they are, and not through any form of censorship or body to make sure everything is 'properly told' to benefit the authorities. Seems like today we are running out of people who call a spade, a spade. (Instead, they call it a metal tip, sometimes pointed at the edge, or may be flat, joined to a wooden pole, and is used for digging holes.:P)

This therefore leaves me to conclude that the quote only applies to a basic and pure manifestation of education, and no matter what, the significance of education should never ever be downplayed. It also goes in line with the ancient adage 'give a man a fish and he feasts for a day, teach a man to fish (and perhaps if you are charitable enough, give him a rod) and he feasts for a lifetime (provided he knows how to use the knowledge n stuff he has gained). Ponder about it, HoMiEz.. FB out..

EzzE

Emotions

These past few days i've been around comforting and helping a number of people (client confidentiality, so no names shall be revealed :P) through their toughest times. One thought did come to me. Why were we humans created with emotions, and why are we so caught up and susceptible to it??

Emotions are, i guess, what makes us living beings. I think that on a basic level, all animals have emotions. As nat geo has pointed out once before, even elephants have mourning sessions if their member of the herd dies. If thats not emotions, then iuno what is. haha.. We humans build on that basic level of emotions, and just find it a hell of alot easier to express them (though i do know im not speaking for the majority, you must agree with me that even the majority have a simpler time revealing their emotions than, say, a cat?? if not then u dont deserve to live n should not read this blog, simpleton. BEGONE :P) anyways back to the topic, emotions exist in all of us, and we find various ways of letting them out and expressing them.

As we all know, emotions can be our best friend and worst enemy. Apart from the many benefits it can bring, it can help us become very artsy and can provide a constant income (e.g. most artists paint how they feel. Thats why they can fetch millions and garner such acclaim. They successfully managed to pen down their emotions for the perusal and appreciation of others.). It can also help us bond with those who we care about and foster closer ties between us and others. Now that is all well and good.

But the past few days i have seen how emotions have affected others in such a way that i wonder why emotions have to be engrained in us.

Before we dig deeper on this issue, i do have to confess that i myself am a victim of my emotions, but i guess its gotten to a point when i can suffer for a bit, then turn out (almost) alright after that part of being sad. Its like a phoenix being reborn out of the ashes of its previous incarnation. Sounds corny yes, but its something like that..:) so although i have suffered so much shit in my life, i just cant force myself to dwell on them. But they do leave a bit of scars. I must say that one scar that refuses to go away is that my confidence levels have not been as high as i hoped, and though i can be ok with girls and talking to them as friends, the number of rejections and break ups i've endured have made me think twice (no actually hundreds of times) on trying to approach a girl i like. All i can do is give subtle hints, and if the girl can sense something, at least give a hint that she wont reject me before i pop the big question, and hope for the best. This is also after the passage of time, considering our compatibility and many other scientific factors such as climate, humidity, temperature, air pressure, distance from the sea, time of day, the cycle of the moon and most importantly the all elusive feng shui, coz such things should never be rushed..;)

Now back to the story, my friends have been through their fair share of problems, and it is all because of emotions. Dependence, solace, the overrated word LOVE.. And when they do reveal their emotions to someone whom they trust, it entitles the other person to become an ungrateful bastard and thus ending up destroying or betraying the emotions of the person who trusted them, filthy swines. Now that itself is another sucky thing. That there are humans, if we can call them that, who love playing with others emotions. They lure the person into a sense of trust, before crushing them and betraying their trust. (if u, dear reader, are one of them, GET LOST. i do not need your kind to come to my blog. BEGONE TO U TOO :P) these people are spineless bastards who deserve to be castrated or utterly destroyed, without leaving so much as a morsel of pity for their indignant and idiotic souls.

Another problem about being emotionally attached to someone is that you will be utterly dependent on them. And when that person is gone, it is so hard to get back on your feet, you have a feeling that your feet were (or was) your person who you confided in, and losing him or her is like losing your legs altogether. It just is that hard. I know this for i felt it many times before.

It now seems like emotions are more of a bane than a boon, and it really bugs me that we as humans are created with such a defect within ourselves. Its a sad fate to befall us. But in truth, emotions can be a boon to us. One only needs to control it, and on a darker note, sometimes let the rational and ruthless part of the human psyche take over, without the emotions cutting in.

One of these ways is through a theory called 'Thick Face, Black Heart'. It was from a book lent to me by my ex (for those who question my sexuality, its a SHE. :P), about how to succeed in life by being a ruthless person. It is a really good book, and it teaches you the dark art of blocking out your emotions. I was quite intrigued by it, yet was completely aghast and disgusted with what i read. The theory itself is divided into 2: firstly, is the thick face. One must know how to hide one's will from others, and helps conceal the black heart within us. Secondly is the black heart itself. One must know how to impose ones will on others. Basically the theory revolves around imposing your will on others in a subtle and unnoticable manner, and one of the most important ways to achieve this is by being able to block out your emotions, and compassion. Now this is another extreme taken. To block out ones emotions completely. This itself has many drastic and horrific side effects (this is evident with my ex, but shall remain confidential till further notice :) ), leaving you despised, feared, hated and shunned by other people, for emotions are what makes us human, and not having them just makes us seem less 'human', and we become distanced from the ones close to us before dabbling in this dark art.

It is evident now that having too much of emotions can lead to our eventual downfall, and yet not having any will impact us in a mentally drastic way too. We need emotions, but as with everything in life, there must be moderation. We must be able to combine both having emotions, and not having emotions, which is in line with one of my mottos in life, 'different faces for different places'. Of the many applications of this motto, one of them is that one has to know when to be full of emotion, and when the time comes, know when to be devoid of it, and once you have mastered this, you have the world in the palm of your hands, and you can rule it! MWAHAHAHAHAHA. Just dont forget where you got it from - this humble little blog mostly full of shyeat! To those who read this and if you have any questions or details that need to be divulged or rectified, im sure you know where to get me. And if you do not agree with me, i shall bid you EN GARDE again. But thanks for reading anyway. Fb out..

EzzE

The end of a chapter, The start of a new one..

The memories...

I do have to say that these past few days have been very very tiring. Had my hands tied from blogging coz they were too busy doing lots of other stuff (arrgh the agony!!). Finally after years of renting our apartment (which was infested with termites. and cockroaches. and ants. and every other creepy crawlie imaginable.. ugh.), we were given the keys to our new house! And after a spot of home improvement, i must say it looks utterly splendid!!

It all started a few days back when the plans to move were suddenly set into motion. Me being shocked at the rather impromptu plans, started panicking and began rummaging through my stuff, finding objects an little trinkets that i treasure most to bring along first, before gradually moving on to the less important stuff. I must say that i held the bed under such low esteem that i decided not to bring it first (an act which i regretted till now, having to roll around on the floor.. sigh.) the fascinating thing about moving is that you will be reunited with lotsa things u treasure, and that u thought were completely gone or lost, hiding under the most unassuming places and crevices (or crevasses? crap my english is deteriorating by the day!).

Its quite thrilling to begin a new phase of life, one with a proper sense of security an permanence, as compared to the feeling of temporariness we felt while living in a rented residence. The possibilities are endless, and so are the responsibilities involved in making ends meet. The fact that a new phase of life begins also makes me rather sad and down while thinking about the house that i used to live in.

The previous house was a small, and rather cozy condominium located within a stones throw from KL itself. It had 2 rooms and a hall, and its kitchen was partly attached to the hall (a design flaw which meant that every single time we cooked, the whole hall would be covered in dirt and grime). I still clearly remember the first time i set foot in that house from singapore, and i felt utterly betrayed by my dad, as by my standards, the house looked and felt like shit. On the first day my bro and i had a fight with my dad on the pure shittiness of that place, and cried ourselves to sleep. Initially it was so full of cockroaches i felt like i was being watched every time (try to imagine me singing 'Somebodys watching me by Michael Jackson!). But eventually the sheer coziness of the house began to grow on me, and i was won over by its charms. It is a cute and adorable little house that really served its purpose well. Though we kinda ruined it before we left, i do hope it will get a thorough makeover by the landlord to make it hospitable for the next tenant.



The one thing i love the most about the charming little condo was this: the rooftop. Its something i treasure till today, and a place i wouldnt mind visiting again and again, even after i have moved out. Its perhaps the thing i shall miss the most from that place. I remembered constantly going there just to release the bad chi from my body, coz the feng shui spot was perfect. Haha.. it was a place i spent lonely and depressing nights (usually after rejections, of which were many :P) just lying down and looking at the stars, and staring at the bright lights of the city, hoping and wishing that in the future i shall make it big and leave a lasting impact there that would benefit many. Thats one of my long term goals, and something i pray that i have the rezeki to achieve later on in life. The rooftop brought me many insightful moments on my reflections of my past, present and future life, and i owe quite a bit of my development to it (yes i know it sounds bloody weird, but if i do take any of u skeptics to that place, im sure u too will be won over by its charms! so now hush and dont ruin the effect! :P) All in all the house served me well and i shall miss it terribly. I actually hope to buy a unit there n rent it out in the future, just for the sake of it.:)


Now moving on to the new house, its a town house. It really is a huge step up from the old apartment which was only 2 rooms. This new one has 4 rooms, and 3 and a half levels. Its cosily situated in Kemensah, and actually has a resort-style kinda living to it, coz its so relaxing and kewl! Its been an awesome few days, albeit not as comfy coz of my sweet bed being left at home. Spent the past few days painting the house, and bonding with its eccentricities. The only bad thing i guess is that it is too big. A double edged sword. Though i appreciate the spaciousness, it is a bit too big for a family of 3. So i feel a sense of impending sadness coz i wont be able to be as close to my family as i used to. Sigh. I guess we shall have to wait and see how everything goes before i actually make my final verdict on how things are.


During the moving process, i do realise a few things: one, moving itself is fucking tiring. It saps all the energy out of any living being involved in it. And second, moving is an emotionally taxing experience. It can make and break relations between family members, as evidently seen in my situation. I wont divulge in the details for i'd rather make it private-ish, but lets just say that there were some ugly and potentially disastrous moments where patience was at an all time thin. But im happy to say, that things are mending, and it will all be ok in due course. As the saying goes, time will heal all wounds, though the scars might remain. But im trying to be a half full kinda person as opposed to a half empty kinda guy, so at least the wounds are healed, i dont give a fuck about the scars. besides, scars on a guy is a kinda macho statement, if i do say so myself.:P


Anyways here's to a comfortable life at my new house, and i do hope readers and follower(s) of my blog can give me a silent prayer that this home will be da bomb, and that my familial ties will be stronger. And once all things r prepped and ready, i guess this home can finally accept visitors after years of solitude!! looking forward to an open house when i can invite my close friends to come and makan2!! :D FB out..


EzzE

Unite we stand, divided we fall?

Society. Something we are brought into, and conditioned into thinking from birth that it is something we cannot love without. Good ol wikipedia defines a society as an economic, social and industrial infrastructure, in which a varied multitue of people are a part of. Since the creation of Adam (no Darwinism nonsense here, u see. So NO NEANDERTHAL CRAP), man has shown extreme dependence towards each other, despite what most people claim in the modern world (try using this example as perspective: a supposedly inependent person is still dependent on his/her job, which is highly dependent on other people, especially demand. Geddit? If not, woe to you for your lack of intellect. Kidding.. :P). The dependence of man towards each other influenced them to form small communities, each individual with their own unique profession and uses which can be manipulated by each other, in exchange for the manipulation of skills of the other party. With the passage of time, ideals start to develop, and with the advent of technology, small communities soon develop into sprawling societies.

Now my grouse is not with the inustrial or economical aspect of society, well at least not now, for i am yet to comprehend the vast mechanics of economics and industrialization. It veers more towards the social aspect of societies. An inherent plague or flaw that i feel afflicts every society known to man. Before i begin condemning societal structures, i do admit that there are beneficial aspects of society too. Like for example racial tolerance, and the respecting of authorities, or those who are entrusted with authority. But as has been iterated before, there are some glaring faults.

The first grouse is something that stems from the haves of the society (as opposed to the have nots). I guess we are all too familiar with the word elitism, and elitists. With the vast accruement of wealth by the supposedly vastly capable people, they have started to develop a high and mighty stance, thinking that only they know whats best for the society, to the exception of the less well-heeled masses, just because they are under the impression that their wealth justifies their sudden rise to authority. This is one of the society's basic downfall, that the right of personal ownership and belongings makes people get balloon headed. This is where, i o believe, religion should come in, to help curb the rise of elitists. Im not quite sure about other religions, but Islam clearly promotes modesty as all supplements (known as rezeki) are from God, and are given to humans, either as a blessing, or as a test. But with so many people getting farther away from religion and God, its no wonder they start believing in humanism.

The second grouse is, in my opinion, that society itself has led to the degradation of human logic and intellect. Which is what i fear is happening. Society is a complex structure. Too complex to explain even in words. But i do feel like we share lots in common with the colonies of bees. Sadly though we initially have more freedom and intellect, we are slowly heading down the direction of the bees; where the lesser individuals become 'drones' and simply live to perform their functions to ensure the mechanisms of the society, in the fundamental and basic level, are well oiled. The higher individuals, on the other hand, get to bask in the glory of self awareness and intellect, or 'the finer things in life', and often make decisions (often wanton and brash) that would affect the whole mechanics of the society. You can see the similarities there already. To make this happen, those who are in the higher echelons of authority have implemented various methods of curbing intellect, in one way or another. Here are the following things ive noticed

1) The basic fact that segregation according to profession is one way that one's intellect is limited. Instead of the freedom of most subjects we used to study in primary and lower secondary levels, we are suddenly segregated into various professions, and will never learn what others in differing fields will. Granted that it may help the society at large, it is doing so at the expense of individual intellect and the downplaying of massive intellectual potential we humans have.

2) The other fact is that media, in itself, has become a massively powerful brainwashing and subliminal tool to curb the intellect. This in turn diminishes the capability to critically analyze and comprehend vastly confounding issues, which is a boon to those in authority, as authority, which has developed into law, should never be questioned. Pandemonium among the higher echelons of society would ensue if the lower levels of society start questioning the capabilities and decisions made by them on how the society itself is run.

3) The ultimate coup de grace (pronounced grah) supporting my theory regarding the flaws of the degradation of intellect is evident in the fact that in some countries (i do not need to name places promulgating such laws), freedom of speech is limited, and if one transgresses such 'freedoms' and 'liberties', massively severe sanctions would be imposed. See even in some other countries, as has been hotly debated, there is freedom of speech, but what the authorities giveth in one hand, they taketh with the other. As a retaliation of allowing freedom of speech, all speech itself is usually monitored and tracked to make sure someone still doesnt talk loadsa shit and gets away with it.

There are actually many more social issues, but those are more of the obvious that many people see (hedonism, promiscuous behaviour, animalistic behaviour, etc.). Hence I dont do obvious, and the DUH factor should be kept to an all time low, at least in this blog. Im just here bringing forth hidden issues for you, my dear reader, to be more informed and i do hope that this shall become an eye opener on issues that plague most of the societies that we live in. How we solve it is such a slow process that is perhaps irrepairable, at least during our generation. All we can do for now is to make more people realise, albeit in an indirect manner, and try go against the flow, and to not succumb to the subliminal brainwashing that we have been subjected to all this while, and to become the best and to fully utilise the potential that has been engrained within us as human beings.

So to conclude, in relation to the title being 'united we stand, divided we fall', take into account a stack of cards forming a house (again a lack of better example. apologies :P). If they are stacked together to form a house, some cards may bend under the weight of supporting the whole house, unable to be as straight as they used to be alone. But if alone, they will be straight, but will not be able to stand at all. So its a double edged sword. See all the things are fine and well on a basic level involving society, that we as humans cannot live without it. And yet i just firmly believe that society should not be limiting human potential and become a burden to the underprivileged just to provide luxuries for the more affluent individuals. Thats my two cents. Do tell me if u believe otherwise.

Damn i still feel as though im making my own fucking conspiracy theory. So i better end with an exemption clause, to prevent any ISA debauchery. My defence is plain and simple: there were no specific states, nations or countries outlined, and one only needs to ponder on the theories and apply them accordingly. Application of such theories to ones society is up to ones own discretion, and the writer shall not be held liable for inciting such thoughts on a specific level, nor influence anyone to take matters to a level higher than blogging and online ranting. Thank you. FB out.

EzzE

Happy Bday Poppa.. (Ok its Aba) :)

Umi & Aba :)

After suffering from an immense mental block earlier in the day, i decided to read my friend's blog today just for fun (u know who u r ;)), and was instantly touched and inspired to write about how i felt towards my parents too.



See as children, it seems as though over the passage of time, defective genetics and the contamination of our developing minds have been responsible for the utter degradation of moral values, and it thus brings forth an instinctive determination to always have to rebel and hurt the ones who care for us the most. More often than not, such people are our parents. (its seems like these deficiencies are also the ones responsible in destroying relations between others later on in life, but i shall not stray off topic for now..) See no matter how much insistence or persuasion from our parents on what should and should not be done, we as children almost find it an obligation to do the direct opposite, claiming that we know better, and that our lives should not be hindered by the rulings of those whose knowledge and experience most probably extends to, and yet remains traped in, ages and customs that have long came and gone.



Heck i can clearly remember the countless times ive let my parents down and disobeyed whatever they said and what they asked me to do, just because i could. I was supposed to be brought up well; with proper breeding. And that fact just made me absent mindedly rebel against anything that would lead me down that path to become a cultured person.



For my mom, though she has passed on for 7 years already and i miss her terribly, the thought of the number of times ive hurt her and made her disappointed really crumbles my heart and completely destroys my enthusiasm and will. Coz all those times, even during her last few months, i was led to believe, by those around me nonetheless, that my mom's cancer was minor, and that she would survive. And I clearly remembered our familial pact that the 4 of us, (my dad bro mom and myself) that we would go holidaying at Copenhagen when everything got better. Sigh.. Sadly those remained only in our dreams. Now back to the story, I was extremely rude to her and i really did loads of shitty stuff towards her, (taking her money to buy pokemon cards for example, during those days), taking advantage of the fact that she would be there forever. Oh how wrong i was. On the last day, i was called from school to head down to the hospital coz my mom was already in critical condition, and just as she was wheeled into the emergency ward, i remembered her lying in bed, raising her arm and waving at my bro and i, before the doors to the ward closed. That was the last time i ever saw her conscious. And what breaks my heart till this very day is that i never got the chance to really say im sorry to her, coz i said it while she was drawing her last gasps of breath. So if i could turn the hands of time back, this is one of the many moments id like to mend.



As for my dad, my friend's blog on her dad and his late dad reminded me of how my dad is to me. He is, amongst other things, my mentor, my mother, my friend, my confidante, and most importantly, my father. Yes ive hurt him many times too. Reduced him to tears loads of times, got myself disowned and condemned, even hit him once (smacked a book off his hand, an thats something i regret till this very day. May i burn in hell) and no matter how much i hurt him, he always had it in himself to forgive me and take me back in as his son. It left me trembling with fear, eyes welling up with tears just thinking of how i would feel if i was in my friend's dads shoes. It would be a certainty that i would be devastated. And i would then be thrusted into a situation where i would have to be the mom and dad of my brother. And it is wthout a doubt a daunting responsibility that i shall have to bear with; something i dread with each passing day. Although time and time i do apologize and realise all this, sometimes the flaring of emotions can bring forth irrational bouts that can turn really ugly. But i really do hope his patience with me lasts, and that he will always be there to forgive me. I do intend to make this blog a secret so he does not know about this till the time is right, and if things ever go bad beyond repair, this blog might be the last safe haven for my actual feelings to be shown to, and read by him, to see how sorry i am, and how much i love him and respect him for being everything that he is.

And since 19th of November marks my dad's birthday (the big 5-5 yawwz) i do really hope he has a happy birthday, and that he will have the strength and will to carry on to see both his sons through, and hopefully rise to success, without forgetting that it is him who got us there in the first place, after the passing of my mom.

Aba, Umi, i do love u both really much, and u both will forever be in my heart. Thanks for those who actually heard me out on this. Feeling totally relieved after letting out my thoughts. Thanks to anyone for bearing with me on this post. FB out..


EzzE

Bet you didnt expect THIS.. :P

Ok i guess ive been writing too much, so here are some visual stuff instead. Not many people know this, but i actually love to draw. Often its about patterns, or buff people (gives me motivation to become like one of them). But since ive been so busy, ive never got to really take my drawing pens (or pencils) out for so long.. anyways here are my prized possessions for all and sundry to see.. But for those all and sundry who see this post, do realise that these are all PRIVILEGED info.. :P

This is my zodiac sign. Pisces. Notice the E and Z on both fishes

This was a guy made entirely by patterns. No outline actually..

This one is simply called 'my heart' forgive the cliches

This one is called 'flawed rose'

I guess now u have seen my pics, i have no choice but to take out my drawing pens again to continue posting pics to feed the demand.. haha. But i really do hope my skills havent leached away, and r just lying in dormant. Pray for the latter, and not the former, or i shall smite u, and wishmilak alrightey? Good day!

EzzE

Quotable quotes 2

Was eating at burger king the other day, by myself, as per normal (show me no pity, for i enjoy the solitude. Best excuse i can think of :P) when i had an epiphany. A gastronomic epiphany to be exact, one that came to me while i was actually chomping down on my food.. You see, most burger kings have this bloody annoying television that shows all sorts of advertisements from desperate companies. Typically it can drive a person insane, and would actually force them to fling or throw something towards the direction of the tv just to destroy it. I was on the verge of cursing and verbally abusing it, but my patience came into fruition, when like a glimmering halo, there was a quote shining from the television which i hated so, which went something like this:

'When a person (or company) believes that success has been achieved, then progress stops.'

Now that left me pondering: what itself is success? how can one gauge that he or she has succeeded? of course its an intangible thing, but who determines success? is it from past generations? is it from the elites? or is it from some divine source? i guess some people believe it stems from society itself. Success is engrained from the various fragments of peoples opinions, culminating into something of a collected opinion. Like for example the fact that success almost always has to involve money and a good job is one of the examples of collective thoughts of the society culminating into one entity. One more fact is that success, in itself, is a very playful and deceptive thing; one moment u think u almost have it in ur grasp, then u find out that u just missed it, and it flutters away, getting that bit farther and requiring more effort to get close to, and thus, the whole savage cycle begins all over again. And so i started getting scared, and thinking, (still munching my food actually) what if success itself is an illusion engrained in our minds?? what if its just a fallacy? a fucking FARCE?? like the oft cited, overused, and overrated word Love?? (my fear of that word shall be elaborated in one of my future blogs. Thou shalt be rewarded with mine story if thou stay tuned :P) Then after much consideration (And while gulpng down on coke. Must be a caffeine intoxicated mind :P), i understood something, and came up with a conclusion: you see, many people consider success as how they are viewed in the eyes of many, or in other words, other people. There is where the root of all problems relating to success begin. Success has to be a personal goal. Something one creates with his own logic and intellect, in relation to his own capabilities and skills. In other words, success has to be a personal magnitude of how far one has to go, and has come in life, and achievements that have been gained. I do believe the moment one can look back and say 'whoa, ive actually succeeded,' is when one is lyng on one's deathbed, awaiting death's cold embrace. Success can never be attained until every morsel of ones energy and will is spent to get to that point. Therefore the striving for success must always be a lifelong endeavour.. That is my two cents.

Now talking about endeavours, i guess the basic lesson of the quote was to never ever be complacent, and that complacency is an ultimate dream and wish killer. Complacency puts a person in a false sense of pride and security, before ultimately revealing the inadequacies and flaws, often in a brutal and savage way, and usually bringing devastating results. For a lack of better examples, its like a sheep being led into a building, believing that it shall be laudered and prized, only to find out once inside, that the building was actually an abbatoir (Yes i know, i know, im a brutal and evil bugger. But then again its my blog. FOLLOW THE COMMANDMENTS. I CAN DO WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT. Helps to paint a better picture anyways :P) So complacency is a dangerous trait that shall ultimately lead to a persons downfall, luring them into a false thought of success, only to reveal that they are as far away from success as before. So my personal advice is if u see a cocksure n complacent person, try to advise them of their shortcomings, and if the advice falls on deaf ears, smile knowingly at them, and try to imagine them being sheep who are unbeknowingly trotting (is that what sound a sheep makes? i thought it was a horse :P) into the abbatoir. Cheer urself up on the processes that happen in the abbatoir itself. lol. So just stick around n enjoy the show! haha..

Ultimately for those too lazy to read the whole story and my rantings, success should be individually defined, and one should never ever be complacent, or else be reminded of an abbatoir :P. For those who read the whole thing, i applaud ur perseverance and persistence, and if u dont agree with any of my points, all i can say is 'EN GARDE' :P FB out..

EzzE

Quotable quotes

Was reading some local newspaper (nst i think or was it star??? argh i fucking forgot. Bear with me on this one :P) and the quote was actually quite a good one. It went something like this:

'With history being made all the time, every day now seems to be the first anniversary of something awful.'

Something i totally agree with.. Kinda reflects on how bad our times are, especially since its gonna be the anniversary of something awful almost every day..

Veering partly off topic for a while, and talking about history being written and rewritten, it seems like today people are so hell bent on trying to write and rewrite history and outdo each other, its getting quite old hearing about how someone has managed to go down in history only for him to be sandblasted and outdone by another person not too long afterwards. The people of yesteryears went down in history for discovering things by chance, and they really helped out and benefitted future generations. Which cannot be said for the current crop of people trying to create history by filling every niche available. Thus i find things promoting such stupidity an utter waste of time and effort. Something, if u havent guessed, like guinness world records.. I do find it an utter waste of time and money to reward records and people going down in history for doing redundant and stupid things (putting the most sausages in one's mouth anyone? sheesh)..

Ok so back to the topic, i guess from now onwards, since it is gonna be the first anniversary of something awful on a daily basis, this blog shall be (partly) dedicated to marking out all these anniversaries of awful days!! haha.. So check this space for more updates!

FB Out!

My dear..

For the uninitiated, i love my car very much, and i hold it very dear to me, though it sips petrol like its severely parched (also due to my driving actually :P). Just so happens the past 2 days have seen me get into 2 fucking fender benders within a span of a few fucking hours..

1) first accident happened the night i got back from johore (yesterday, ie sunday). was reversing, and all of a sudden, my mind went blank and lets just say all that happened next was the car had an intimate moment with the back wall. All i heard was a sickening thud.. Was pretty loud actually. And it scared a small girl nearby.. HOHOHO.. The sound still haunts me till this very moment.. Sigh. And so i went out to diagnose the damage, and thankfully there wasnt any breakage or cracks, though the rear bumper was slightly misaligned at the left rear wheel arch. My dad and bro were there, and all they could do was laugh. Phillistines..

2) second one happened when i was sending my friends granny back home. Again it involved, u guessed it, REVERSING. So this time i reversed straight into the side kerb full of sharp stones.. The sound wasn't too sickening, but the marks that were left almost reduced me to tears.. Now to avoid any further heartache, i have not informed my traitorous family yet, and i dont intend to..

So i plan to just go spray paint the shit up myself and just keep my fingers crossed on the outcome. Gonna try a bit of nip/tuck, and a spot of cosmetic surgery. Wishmilak!! :P

The Commandments of Ezze

Ok so i see u have persevered. So far.. MWAHAHA.. So here are some rules that shall be laid down, i.e. THE COMMANDMENTS OF EzzE. These are the basic rules u must adhere to before u so much as read any more of my blog posts. Proceed, and read with caution:

Firstly, thou shalt be aware that there shall be alot of swearing coz its my blog n i can do whatever the hell i want.

Secondly it shall be rather disorganised and quite full of random nonsense coz thats how screwed up my mind is. But if u actually persevere u might find some nuggets of info that might be of use, and some interesting points to ponder about.

Thirdly, THOU SHALT NOT COMPLAIN ABOUT HOW CRAPPY MY BLOG IS. If u so much as whimper or groan, i shalt smite u, or find someone to do it, or pray to god to do it for me, and make u very sad and miserable, hopefully for the rest of ur life.

Fourthly, this blog is an intermittent avenue for releasing my thoughts, and shall at times, be updated like crazy, and at other times, be inactive. And if anyone so much as complains about this, the same effect of the third commandment shall apply.

Fifthly, though i ramble on and on and on at times, it would be appreciated if people can help make it seem less of a monologue, and that im not so much as a psycho. So THOU SHALT POST COMMENTS. Being shy would mean u r a wuss or a completely useless person who just drains the gross national product of wherever u stay in. Kidding. Or maybe not. :P

Im quite lazy to think of other rules as of now, and ill update it as i shall see fit. So as of now, BEHOLD THE 5 COMMANDMENTS OF EZZE.

Fuzzehdeen out..

Welcome welcome!

Aiight so for the fortunate (or unfortunate) few who have managed to stumble upon this blog, welcome! Its gonna b a hell of a ride (i hope). And ive got a shitload of things to talk about. So hit back if u wanna chat, or even if u wanna have a 'friendly' debate on anything i post.. Ok then, till next time, adieu!


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