Friday 25 May 2007

Rant 057 / Batman was bitten by a radioactive bat, and shoots guano from his wrists

Inner peace.

Introduction

Inner peace is commonly achieved through a harmless and simple process known as Death.

This is widely used by the common Man as a cure for a huge array of illnesses that are, left untreated, rather annoying, like cancer, schizophrenia and workaholism.


History


Inner peace was invented during the Stone Age by Tugg son of Fugg son of Yugg. An inventor, among many things, like his father Fugg (also known as the inventor of the wheel), he spent most of his time contemplating creative ideas while clubbing his wives. While most of his ideas were discarded after a few unsuccessful attempts (including 2nd-hand car trades, real estate investments, and insurance sales), some certainly caught the eyes of his fellow clubbers.

Inner peace was a concept that was so radically new during that period, almost no one understood the benefits. Certainly not Tugg, who was really trying to find a cure for cancer. A entrepreneur by nature, he understood that the best achievers do not just make full use of the first opportunity they see, they also create opportunities for themselves.

Though no one needed inner peace, he saw that such a pointless concept shouldn't be wasted, and set about creating a demand for this knowledge. It was not easy, convincing everyone that all their problems was caused by the turmoil in their souls. It was completely false, due to the fact that all they did was hunting and clubbing.

But in the end, everyone was convinced by his words, which were clearly carved into the 80-pound spiked club he always held in his hand. By hook or by crook, he had all his tribesmen sitting still for hours on end, and staring into a peaceful nothingness.






Inner peace.

Rediscovering yourself.

It is easy to say the words, but do you really understand what they mean?

Will you use them as an excuse to do what you have always wanted to do but never dared?

Or will you contemplate your actions, and figure out the best way to change yourself?

There are shortcuts. There are always shortcuts. You pay some guy with your blood, and he will tell you another way to live. He will have dozens of certificates you could have bought at $50 dollars apiece like he did if only you have the right connections.

Everything he tells you, you could have figured out if you had just sit down and thought about it.
Everything he tells you, you could have thought of but never dared to try.


Inner peace is a faraway idea that dwells in the depths of Mordor near the northern edge of Neverland. He flies with Peter Pan all day long and whispers sweet nothings into the ears of Cinderella.



One way to find inner peace is to let go.

Because there is a price of everything, and because it is the price of everything that causes most troubles in life.

But if you can only stop yourself from buying anything, you will be able to stop paying for everything.

And when you no longer have to pay as much, there is peace.

Thus, purge yourself of Desire.



Now what is desire?

Friday 18 May 2007

Rant 056 / Pls Make A Sequel For Eureka Seven!!!

I have learnt not to watch any series of animes that I have not watched before. I shall be sticking only with those series I have watched before, namely Naruto, Bleach, Code Geass, and Eureka Seven.

Well, Eureka Seven probably won't be having new seasons anymore, but I am very much hoping that the studio behind it will change its mind. It was definitely very memorable, and the ending left me wishing for more.

Not that its ending at ep. 50 was bad; it was almost perfect. It wrapped up almost all loose ends nicely and left little room for a sequel. Even the director stated that there is nothing to say about the main characters anymore, and that there is no plan to create a new story around them.

This certainly shows in the fact that even though there are 3 games created from this series, 2 of them do not touch the main storyline, and the third is only about the first half of the main series. A fourth is coming out, but it, too, is about some other guy.

THIS SUCKS!! I WANT MORE!!!! 50 episodes are too few for a story as good as this!!!

Eureka Seven also taught me not to go for more animes. I do not pretend to understand why this happened, but after watching all 50 episodes, I felt depressed whenever I thought of this anime. This actually lasted almost a week! Maybe I miss it, or I felt really sad about the end. But I truly do not understand this.

I have little experience in feeling as sad as this. That is precisely why I should stop watching anime: I cannot handle excessive amounts of sadness from sources I do not comprehend.

But I cannot stop myself from watching new seasons of the 4 anime series I mentioned, if they are released. I am hooked!

Therefore, I will have to limit myself to these four, and no more.

But I want them to make a sequel for Eureka Seven!!!! RAWR!! I simply cannot accept the fact that they aren't even mentioning any plans for an OVA!!! WTH!!! Even an OVA would be nice...

I WANT A SEQUEL!!! I CANNOT STAND THIS ANYMORE!!!!




NTU admin is t3h P\/\/N5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!@#!(#$%^&*(?"}?!!!!!!

It sucks so much, I have to wait days after I have started school before my course list in the uni website includes my maths module!

My phy lecturer forgot to upload the latest notes for us, causing him to waste 30mins of precious lecture time by releasing us early. The bad thing about this is that he will have to go even faster than he already is.



I want a sequel for Eureka Seven!!!!! GAH!




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Everyone wants happiness. That is what all humans really want. Not money. Not concubines. Not power. Not success. It is the happiness that they bring that matters. These things, and the countless others like them, are merely different means to the same goal, separate paths to the one dream.

But there are those who do not understand why they are doing what they are doing, and conclude, with the little comprehension that they have, that they really want what they're trying to work for.

Part of me feels sympathy for these misguided souls. The rest of me understands that this is natural evolution in action.

Evolution works this way. It's not as if the chicken became a chicken overnight with feathers all over, wings and drumsticks(LOL!) and all, from the prehistoric bird they descended from. Even if that did happen, it was most likely an isolated incident, with the chicken dying soon after birth.
And that doesn't count.

What really happened was a tiny change at first. Maybe the prehistoric chimp that Man once was found it necessary to stretch a little higher to find food, when they shifted from the vast savannas of the post-Ice-Age era, to the forests and jungles of the later times. Soon, most of the taller monkeys with the straighter pose seems to fare better, and one by one, the more primitive monkeys find it more difficult to adapt and died out.

Then a few of the taller monkeys find it better to move on two feet at times, especially when travelling long distances. Soon, those who can walk on two legs for longer periods are able to survive better, and so on...

And so it is still, today. Everyone does what they do, different from anyone else. Those with the better qualities survive better, and those with too many undesirable traits eventually go extinct.

It doesn't matter that there are those who would do unthinkable acts, obscene deeds that will shatter the innocence of the regular Singaporean. These people will be stopped, by other people or by Time, and they will become a negligible minority.

And there are those who become obsessed with the means of achieving happiness, to such an extent that they work for these mere tools solely for the sake of getting them. These people, too, will shrink into a forgotten group if their ways of thinking prove to be unhealthy.

But if someday the world turns out to need people who would do inhuman things, such people will be there, somewhere. That is how Man survive. The extreme diversity of each person allows some to survive every calamity that hits Him, given enough time to rest between each.

But that doesn't mean I have to like it. That doesn't mean a lot of things, but most of them don't matter to me.

What matters to me is that


What matters to me is that you do not know what really matters to me.

You may deduce what you may, you may conclude what you think. Perception is the truth, but not the absolute truth.

Friday 4 May 2007

Rant 055 / Effective Absurd Metaphors

Being rational is not something everyone is capable of. Emotions become a burden because they listen to their hearts too much. Hearts are not always working together with the mind, therefore emotions can often be in conflict with logic.

But being logical all the time makes the world boring. No one likes a straight line. And being logical makes you predictable, which is taboo for me. In fact, it is antithetical to some of my personal principles in life.

In life, lies are often necessary. Most are small lies, lies so seemingly harmless that no one notices the weight that accumulates as the years go by. Therefore, if I become predictable, the lies I tell will become less effective, forcing me to tell more lies than is necessary for me now.

But lies are all the same - as long as they are not broken, as long as the truth they cover is not revealed to anyone else, they add weight to the accumulating burden of the mind.

Keep lies simple. This reduces the weight that each lie has.

Keep lies to the minimum. This reduces the number of lies I accumulate as I go on.

Tell the truth. This is the best option, and is widely practiced by leaders worldwide. My favourite option, since it keeps life from getting complicated.

But do not mistake the practice of "telling the truth" from what you usually see it as. The whole truth is always the simplest, but half-truths are more effective.

Even better is twisting the truth with lies, which can be presented as a lie, a truth, a lie that seems obviously to be the truth, and a truth that seems obviously to be a lie.

For example, when some guy tells you he masturbates everyday with a hole he drilled into a wall in his bedroom, would you believe it?

What if it is partly true, that he masturbates everyday, just not with the hole?

Or that he doesn't do it daily, but when he does...?

The perfect lie is the truth, because the best lies become the truth. And when you keep the lie intact forever, it turns into the truth. Which basically makes you an honest person.

Honesty is the best way to keep life easy. And if you lie like there's no tomorrow, and none of the truth you cover is revealed even after you're dead and buried, then you have always been telling the truth.

But this is not the only reason that motivates me to stay unpredictable. The fact is that seeing a person's face filled with confusion, surprise or shock is absolutely enjoyable. Maybe I should learn some magic tricks...

I already know some magic. Life is magic. So much of life's basic mechanics are so hard to comprehend, and/or causes such great emotions that to us, they're magic. Like how our brains work. Like how a baby is created. Like how the body creates so much strange chemicals from that chicken you ate this afternoon.

Magic.

Magic tricks are simply actions are not what they appear to be, designed to please the viewer. Whenever you do something that is not what it appears to be, it is a trick. If it produces a positive effect, it is a magic trick.

If a guy gets a girlfriend who is really a guy, it is a trick. If the parents are happy because they are ignorant of that fact, it is a magic trick. See?

Going back to lies, I always preferred to keep lies to the bare minimum, and tell half-truths when needed. When it is possible, I reveal the truth so that there are few lies in my life.

I don't lie often. In fact, I despise liars who lie out of whim. Lies break trusts, and trust is the cement of civilization. People form the breaks, and by sticking together with trust, they form societies.

Lying out of necessity to make life temporarily easier is understandable. Sometimes, there are situations when a person cannot handle the actual conditions he has received and desires to change them to a more acceptable level.

But maintaining a lie requires more lies and/or half-truths. The more complex the lie, the more supporting lies it require. Makes it look like a drug, because when a person tells enough lies, lying all the time will become the only way to maintain a "normal" life. And sooner or later, someone will manage to dig up the truth when the rate of increase of the necessary lies exceeds what one can handle.

Lying is not only something a person does to another. It can also be something a person does to oneself. In fact, I believe some people try to lie to themselves more than they try to lie to others.

There will be those who find this ridiculous, but honestly, how often do people reflect on the little things they do? How often do they think about what they have done, and figure out whether they were really lying to themselves about their motives behind their actions?

Are all philanthropists really doing what they do to help others? Or are they trying to improve their image, for one reason or another?

Think about it. Personally, that'd be one of my favoured options when I want to appear nicer than the logical eugenicist in me.

Motives. That is what most lies cover. That is the reason why most lies exist. To cover the actual motive behind actions.

There are more lies out there than most would believe exist. Everyone is really filled with lies, small lies like "I'm not balding", "that baby is mine", "I love you" and etc...

The number of lies, in truth, easily overwhelms the number of truths out there. We are all living lies, but we lie to ourselves that we are not. You are balding, that baby isn't yours and you don't love her- you just love her vagina.

You don't love your President, you go to church not because you love God, you greet your neighbours not because you like them, you work not because you need the money.

Think of why you're believing all that, and look beneath the surface. See the currents that flow beneath the waves, and you will find a whole new world appearing before you.

It may be too harsh for many, but as you become more honest with yourself, life seems clearer.



I don't believe I will go for any karaoke outing with most people.

First of all, I don't sing. I make noise.

Second, I don't usually listen to music I am able sing.

Third, I am gradually becoming antisocial again, making me desire less for social gatherings with people I do not know well. Which needs a solution that I hope to find when school starts.

Fourth, there is no fourth.

I don't feel like going, though I think I should. I don't like the deafening chinese music in there, and I don't think there is anything for me to do there but yawn.

3 : 1, Not Going wins the round.

There, I'm not going. And that's the honest explanation.

But since none of them reads this, I will need to lie again. :(

Perhaps I will tell them I'm allergic to my own singing, and that it causes strong responses in my central nervous system, often causing temporary shutdowns lasting up to an hour. So I don't sing at all. So there's not really any good reason for me to go.

A lie, fresh from the oven, served with a sprinkle of truth on top.