konichiwa
im pretty relaxed right now. especially this week. the lecture time table was incredibly easy going as im sure many will agree. skipping classes, late for school, not coming to school at all etc. all in a day's work. one of the reasons for the incredibly empty time table is was because of the marking of papers. and the other was "college day" that was looming at the end of the week. that's today(or rather yeaterday). for those aware of my annoyingly unenthusiastic outlook on school events, you can probably guess how it went. but it wasn't a completely barren day. i did have fun despite the constant urge to head on back home. for the most part, the anti-SA gang just congregated at the dark room and abused the glories of internet for our own nasty pleasures. we read a few of our own blogs, and i came to a revelation that my blog isn't as lonely as i thought it was. it seems there maybe actually be secret stalkerish lurkers out there, reading my verbal diarrhea uninvited. like you for instance. please la...leave a comment, i must know what to say and what not to say right? or maybe that's exactly why you aren't making yourselves known eh? hmm...peculiar.
all in all the highlight of the day was taking a grotesque pleasure in mocking a certain twig-like creature that came in a package of faded blue jeans, black emotive rock shirt, spiked wristband and gelled hair. come on, you know who im talking about! that thwart who took part in saints idol of course. you know...sang(or rather completely destroyed) a song by the fray, had an odd project superstar (asinine cheena reality show, probably inspired by american idol) air about him, awkward stance that made him look as constipated as he sounded, bent his knees looking ready to pounce on us...ah yes, that's him. mocking him was an absolute joy to my cruel but dormant humour. sajc has nothing on crescent or acjc when it comes to fun fairs and fests, but you do find the occasional wannabe type twerps mucking about, solely existing to be humiliated and made fun off by yours truly. to be fair, i may very well be one of those twerps...oh dear, where the fuck did i leave that rusty blade that im probably going to contract gangrene from?
a ton of things have happened since yesterday and today all you stalkerish lurkers have the privilege of reading about it, right here on Phantom Limb. yesterday when i skipped school because of a "migraine", i sat at my computer the whole day and spent it doing the most pleasing of things over the net(no, not porn arse fuckers). beta came online at 2 and we argued over religion, particularly christianity, until about 6.30. whenever we do this we never really come to an agreement, only an unsaid understanding that we've agreed to disagree. i like this arrangement well, where im not forced to see things her way, but still get to know the inner workings of other people's life style practices.
the human race is so completely unaware and purposely oblivious to alot of things. i totally love to know things, things that otherwise take up wasted space in my brain. it highly entertaining and amusing. sometimes i forget things i want to remember and remember things better of forgetting. [im aware that this sentence sounded a lot like i was cutting my wrist, gorging on chocolate fudge brownies and ice-cream and crying eyes out while listening to carrie underwood. im not, and let me finish before you form such a permanent picture in your mind] im referring to things like forgetting chem definitions during common test vs. remembering tiger wood's real name (which is Eldrick Tont Woods by the way). completely and utterly useless information taking up free space.
watching human behaviour is as intriguing as it is ugly. thought provoking and utter mind fuckery, i say. from what ive learnt so far (from up my judgmental high horse) is that there's never really a right answer but there's almost always a wrong one. what ive experienced so far in my 17 years is that the glass is never half empty. rather, its half full...of venom. you can probably see why some would attempt to kill me at first available opportunity[just so you know plonkers, i never go camping and lock my room door when i sleep. yeah...seriously deep seated trust issues shoved up my arse...]. im so fucking opinionated and hard to stop once i start. ive come to terms with that fact and you bloody well should.
beta got annoyed with me for having so many stereotypes of christians, but then again she knows that no one is spared from my merciless slander. she did a psychoanalysis on me and came to the conclusion that my longstanding feud with christianity has deeper meaning than simply because that i think religion's poppycock. she said i have painted a general picture of christians based on the extreme cases that i have witnessed (first hand, might i add). it made sense. and i agreed. coming to SA has made my stand on religion more ambiguous than before.
preaching and praying is becoming a daily routine. it stopped being an interesting culture shock after the first week. now it makes me totally want to break out the machine guns. and then there are those drifters on the street selling their religion and starting a brand new economy for it. you see...to me: if your religion sets you loose out on the streets with the purpose of finding new souls to "save" on a valuable sunday morning that you could be spending nursing a mug of milo with your family, your religion has some serious cult-like issues to deal with. i wouldn't want anything to do with that. i would rather have my head gnawed on by savage field of rats. then again, beta has led me to believe that its isn't their religion that's totally bonkers (well, it is, but which one isn't eh?), but rather the individual church/entity that's insane. it depends on whether your entity wants you to recruit souls, re-evaluate yourself or bomb buildings etc. the purpose of each church varies. while what i've experienced may have easily been the majority, it could very well represent a minority as well.
stereotypes are incredibly accurate sometimes. what we must realise (im saving my arse here) is that stereotypes are not entirely groundless, just exaggerations. they're made based on observations, study of regular patterns and behavioral similarities. admit it, chinese people speak as though they're chopping vegetables, the indian girl sitting next to smells like coconut oil, that malay guy probably belongs to a gang outside school, that jewish girl has a huge nose, that muslim guy probably thinks terrorisms just arise out of "misunderstandings" and christians totally don't see any reason that goes against the bible. come on! its one book. one book that you eat, sleep, live by. its accuracy and origins were awfully shady to begin with.
so that said, im not going to stop having them. its a way to learn and study life. its general assumptions made from first hand observations. alas, its also a way to understand an ever so complex world with a truckload of variables and unknowns, even constants evolve in the long run. nothing is permanent and this drives me wild, there's a never any room for a single set of logical rule. its like DNA, varied at every turn of the generation. hence, i feel compelled to watch, absorb and mock. try it. if for no other reason, try it for fun. because it jolly well is.
because of my never ending need to watch and study subjects, specimens and life, i was invited to church activities for a gander at the spectacle. the miniature mutated idiot stuck in my head tells me to tell my dad. for imaginative purposes, my father vaguely resembles santa clause, except he's brown and lacks a beard...fine, this is easier: he's fat with a beer belly. happy?
daddykins: WHAT?!
me: yeah, my friend asked me to come along since i apparently very ignorant about their teachings.
daddykins: WHAT?!
me: yeah, church. seemed like a fun idea. just to go and see the inner workings if for nothing else.
daddykins: CHURCH?!
me: yeah. church.
daddykins: CHURCH?!
me: you have to say something else for me to effectively continue this conversation, pa.
daddykins: WHY?!
me: its just to go look around. its more like a school trip, maybe learn something. i was invited and it could be highly amusing.
daddykins: (long pause, trying to phrase his words. his face contorts painfully trying to think of the best way to persuade me not to go. adorable.)
me: i wasn't going to go anyway, my other friend wouldn't accompany me see. (better put him out of misery before be bursts a vessel)
daddykins: (relief spreads across his face) oh is it? you know ah...this kind of thing ah...usually when they invite you ah..its to try to brainwash you and convert you. they're trying to soften you brain up and prey on you...only those people with a weak mind will be susceptible to their persuassion. (notice dad switched to singlish when he wants to get through to me or persuade me see his way, he thinks its less domineering and more relatable; he obviously doesn't realise i use the exact same trick on him...many more times before, apple doesn't fall far from the tree eh?)
me: do you think im so stupid that i would sign up for something so absolutely unfeasible until i see some proof? they're going to have to show me the sea part before i hand over my e mail address and phone number. what a dumbass thing to even suggest.
dadddykins: (ignores the vibrant language) i don't know mah you see...maybe you are weak (there's that word again) minded i never know...you see ah you are still young, your mind hasn't developed and fully formed yet...the brain ah is like that one...very easily bullied into thinking a certain way...especially at this age.
me: (smirk) oh really? you mean like what you're doing now?
daddykins: (flabbergasted, recovers, chuckles) so smart already ah? (slaps me on my back)
me: i hope you know, im agnostic atheist (i like to reaffirm my stand on religion with him so he doesn't force me to do anything i don't care for). i would faster become a doormat than christian.
daddykins: you know ah...(nibbles on chocolate cake) you want some?
me: (takes a bite)
daddykins: you know ah...hinduism is a lot like agnostic atheism?(you don't say...) you see ah many years ago, when hinduism first came about...(finishes of the last of his cake to keep his mouth clear of any obstacles and embarks on a very long (long) conversation involving more mind fuckery)
me: (patronises him by listening in for pauses and making the respective sounds; ironically i still gain some insight in my own way, even with all that agnostic atheism up my crack)
we walk out the kitchen and settle down on the sofa. he talks for the next hour. i don't bother explaining to him what agnostic atheism actually is. he doesn't really want to know and nor am in the mood to explain. one encounter with my dad and you'd realise where i get all my oratorical skills, where my warped views come from and how i got to be the very epitome of awesome. you should meet my sister.
and that, my dear internet stalkers, is the end to another long post. isn't the ipod thingy at the side cool?? i put in 30 songs, 29 work. the ones by feist are my current favourites, have a quick listen. coldplay album is still awaiting download. hope you guys had a good 4th of july and college day! i notice all my posts gravitate towards religion, christianity and government. oh well, too many out there supporting it, someone has to neutralise and bring in perspective...
im pretty relaxed right now. especially this week. the lecture time table was incredibly easy going as im sure many will agree. skipping classes, late for school, not coming to school at all etc. all in a day's work. one of the reasons for the incredibly empty time table is was because of the marking of papers. and the other was "college day" that was looming at the end of the week. that's today(or rather yeaterday). for those aware of my annoyingly unenthusiastic outlook on school events, you can probably guess how it went. but it wasn't a completely barren day. i did have fun despite the constant urge to head on back home. for the most part, the anti-SA gang just congregated at the dark room and abused the glories of internet for our own nasty pleasures. we read a few of our own blogs, and i came to a revelation that my blog isn't as lonely as i thought it was. it seems there maybe actually be secret stalkerish lurkers out there, reading my verbal diarrhea uninvited. like you for instance. please la...leave a comment, i must know what to say and what not to say right? or maybe that's exactly why you aren't making yourselves known eh? hmm...peculiar.
all in all the highlight of the day was taking a grotesque pleasure in mocking a certain twig-like creature that came in a package of faded blue jeans, black emotive rock shirt, spiked wristband and gelled hair. come on, you know who im talking about! that thwart who took part in saints idol of course. you know...sang(or rather completely destroyed) a song by the fray, had an odd project superstar (asinine cheena reality show, probably inspired by american idol) air about him, awkward stance that made him look as constipated as he sounded, bent his knees looking ready to pounce on us...ah yes, that's him. mocking him was an absolute joy to my cruel but dormant humour. sajc has nothing on crescent or acjc when it comes to fun fairs and fests, but you do find the occasional wannabe type twerps mucking about, solely existing to be humiliated and made fun off by yours truly. to be fair, i may very well be one of those twerps...oh dear, where the fuck did i leave that rusty blade that im probably going to contract gangrene from?
a ton of things have happened since yesterday and today all you stalkerish lurkers have the privilege of reading about it, right here on Phantom Limb. yesterday when i skipped school because of a "migraine", i sat at my computer the whole day and spent it doing the most pleasing of things over the net(no, not porn arse fuckers). beta came online at 2 and we argued over religion, particularly christianity, until about 6.30. whenever we do this we never really come to an agreement, only an unsaid understanding that we've agreed to disagree. i like this arrangement well, where im not forced to see things her way, but still get to know the inner workings of other people's life style practices.
the human race is so completely unaware and purposely oblivious to alot of things. i totally love to know things, things that otherwise take up wasted space in my brain. it highly entertaining and amusing. sometimes i forget things i want to remember and remember things better of forgetting. [im aware that this sentence sounded a lot like i was cutting my wrist, gorging on chocolate fudge brownies and ice-cream and crying eyes out while listening to carrie underwood. im not, and let me finish before you form such a permanent picture in your mind] im referring to things like forgetting chem definitions during common test vs. remembering tiger wood's real name (which is Eldrick Tont Woods by the way). completely and utterly useless information taking up free space.
watching human behaviour is as intriguing as it is ugly. thought provoking and utter mind fuckery, i say. from what ive learnt so far (from up my judgmental high horse) is that there's never really a right answer but there's almost always a wrong one. what ive experienced so far in my 17 years is that the glass is never half empty. rather, its half full...of venom. you can probably see why some would attempt to kill me at first available opportunity[just so you know plonkers, i never go camping and lock my room door when i sleep. yeah...seriously deep seated trust issues shoved up my arse...]. im so fucking opinionated and hard to stop once i start. ive come to terms with that fact and you bloody well should.
beta got annoyed with me for having so many stereotypes of christians, but then again she knows that no one is spared from my merciless slander. she did a psychoanalysis on me and came to the conclusion that my longstanding feud with christianity has deeper meaning than simply because that i think religion's poppycock. she said i have painted a general picture of christians based on the extreme cases that i have witnessed (first hand, might i add). it made sense. and i agreed. coming to SA has made my stand on religion more ambiguous than before.
preaching and praying is becoming a daily routine. it stopped being an interesting culture shock after the first week. now it makes me totally want to break out the machine guns. and then there are those drifters on the street selling their religion and starting a brand new economy for it. you see...to me: if your religion sets you loose out on the streets with the purpose of finding new souls to "save" on a valuable sunday morning that you could be spending nursing a mug of milo with your family, your religion has some serious cult-like issues to deal with. i wouldn't want anything to do with that. i would rather have my head gnawed on by savage field of rats. then again, beta has led me to believe that its isn't their religion that's totally bonkers (well, it is, but which one isn't eh?), but rather the individual church/entity that's insane. it depends on whether your entity wants you to recruit souls, re-evaluate yourself or bomb buildings etc. the purpose of each church varies. while what i've experienced may have easily been the majority, it could very well represent a minority as well.
stereotypes are incredibly accurate sometimes. what we must realise (im saving my arse here) is that stereotypes are not entirely groundless, just exaggerations. they're made based on observations, study of regular patterns and behavioral similarities. admit it, chinese people speak as though they're chopping vegetables, the indian girl sitting next to smells like coconut oil, that malay guy probably belongs to a gang outside school, that jewish girl has a huge nose, that muslim guy probably thinks terrorisms just arise out of "misunderstandings" and christians totally don't see any reason that goes against the bible. come on! its one book. one book that you eat, sleep, live by. its accuracy and origins were awfully shady to begin with.
so that said, im not going to stop having them. its a way to learn and study life. its general assumptions made from first hand observations. alas, its also a way to understand an ever so complex world with a truckload of variables and unknowns, even constants evolve in the long run. nothing is permanent and this drives me wild, there's a never any room for a single set of logical rule. its like DNA, varied at every turn of the generation. hence, i feel compelled to watch, absorb and mock. try it. if for no other reason, try it for fun. because it jolly well is.
because of my never ending need to watch and study subjects, specimens and life, i was invited to church activities for a gander at the spectacle. the miniature mutated idiot stuck in my head tells me to tell my dad. for imaginative purposes, my father vaguely resembles santa clause, except he's brown and lacks a beard...fine, this is easier: he's fat with a beer belly. happy?
daddykins: WHAT?!
me: yeah, my friend asked me to come along since i apparently very ignorant about their teachings.
daddykins: WHAT?!
me: yeah, church. seemed like a fun idea. just to go and see the inner workings if for nothing else.
daddykins: CHURCH?!
me: yeah. church.
daddykins: CHURCH?!
me: you have to say something else for me to effectively continue this conversation, pa.
daddykins: WHY?!
me: its just to go look around. its more like a school trip, maybe learn something. i was invited and it could be highly amusing.
daddykins: (long pause, trying to phrase his words. his face contorts painfully trying to think of the best way to persuade me not to go. adorable.)
me: i wasn't going to go anyway, my other friend wouldn't accompany me see. (better put him out of misery before be bursts a vessel)
daddykins: (relief spreads across his face) oh is it? you know ah...this kind of thing ah...usually when they invite you ah..its to try to brainwash you and convert you. they're trying to soften you brain up and prey on you...only those people with a weak mind will be susceptible to their persuassion. (notice dad switched to singlish when he wants to get through to me or persuade me see his way, he thinks its less domineering and more relatable; he obviously doesn't realise i use the exact same trick on him...many more times before, apple doesn't fall far from the tree eh?)
me: do you think im so stupid that i would sign up for something so absolutely unfeasible until i see some proof? they're going to have to show me the sea part before i hand over my e mail address and phone number. what a dumbass thing to even suggest.
dadddykins: (ignores the vibrant language) i don't know mah you see...maybe you are weak (there's that word again) minded i never know...you see ah you are still young, your mind hasn't developed and fully formed yet...the brain ah is like that one...very easily bullied into thinking a certain way...especially at this age.
me: (smirk) oh really? you mean like what you're doing now?
daddykins: (flabbergasted, recovers, chuckles) so smart already ah? (slaps me on my back)
me: i hope you know, im agnostic atheist (i like to reaffirm my stand on religion with him so he doesn't force me to do anything i don't care for). i would faster become a doormat than christian.
daddykins: you know ah...(nibbles on chocolate cake) you want some?
me: (takes a bite)
daddykins: you know ah...hinduism is a lot like agnostic atheism?(you don't say...) you see ah many years ago, when hinduism first came about...(finishes of the last of his cake to keep his mouth clear of any obstacles and embarks on a very long (long) conversation involving more mind fuckery)
me: (patronises him by listening in for pauses and making the respective sounds; ironically i still gain some insight in my own way, even with all that agnostic atheism up my crack)
we walk out the kitchen and settle down on the sofa. he talks for the next hour. i don't bother explaining to him what agnostic atheism actually is. he doesn't really want to know and nor am in the mood to explain. one encounter with my dad and you'd realise where i get all my oratorical skills, where my warped views come from and how i got to be the very epitome of awesome. you should meet my sister.
and that, my dear internet stalkers, is the end to another long post. isn't the ipod thingy at the side cool?? i put in 30 songs, 29 work. the ones by feist are my current favourites, have a quick listen. coldplay album is still awaiting download. hope you guys had a good 4th of july and college day! i notice all my posts gravitate towards religion, christianity and government. oh well, too many out there supporting it, someone has to neutralise and bring in perspective...
