Big Red Freakout....
the Big Red is known around RPI as one of the highlight annual hockey event since i dont know when. usually when a Big Red happens, it happens on the annual alumni gathering or sumthing. it's an ice hockey match. so far, i think RPI only lost once in a big red. some say we never lost, but you could actually go to the union dekat frontdesk, and see the big red freakouts records. we lost once IF i'm not mistaken. usually during the freakout, our opponents would be the rivals.. Clarkson. Sometimes, its not so rival... Brown.
It was my first big red freakout game, although i got pretty bad seats, but it was pretty close to the goal. and i must say, they put on quit a show. shouting everytime when the commentator says "Penalty for Brown 10" and the whole RPI replies "SUCKS!!" just makes it the crowd hype. then we would shout Brownie sucks a couple of times. And i dont know why, but some part of me feels sooo guilty to phatma. hahaha. sorry phatma. anyway... Brown leads in the 2nd Quarter 2-1 and the suspense was building. during half time... something happened that i have never thought that i would see it before i graduate. this woman got to go to half time to hit the puck into the goal... if it's the first time, she'll win a VERY nice convertible honda. she missed the first two. the third one was if she wins, the commentator went this way "IF SHE WINS, SHE WOULD GET A DINNER FOR TWO IN..." bla bla restaurant that i dont even know what was the name. and she got it. everyone soared. her boyfriend was there on the ice at the same time as well. the crowd soared, and suddenly this commentator said "Also, we have a word or two from you boyfriend", and suddenly her boyfriend bent on one knee, and proposed. the crowd just went wild. Its sweet... i like it because i've seen it only for the first time. so probably if i see a second time i'd say pretty corny. Can't imagine if she suddenly says NO in the public. hahaha. that'd be awesome.
Anyway, back to the game, the third period promises the tie goal around the last 10 mins if i'm not mistaken from RPI. The suspense was building that it burns my lungs off jumping up and down everytime Brownies attack. If this game gets a tie, it'll really suck because RPI never tied, and only lost like once a blue moon. if that happens i'd be a big spoiler. heh. anyway... it was the last minute of the match..."CLARKSON STILL SUCKS", and RPI somehow got their groove back and began bashing Brownies againts the glass, throwing them off guard, swinging their sticks like there's no tomorrow, trying to score each and every time they can. then 20 seconds left, Brown got the puck, attacking RPI to the max hoping to embarass RPI on their home game on the biggest night of the year for them. great save by the goalie and then the puck stop for on 16 seconds for a minute. probably time out. then the game started, RPI no 12 i think (wasnt really paying attention it was such a hype) got the puck, went screaming down to Browns goal with their wing coming down close behind trying to trip him with the stick, and RPI flip the puck, everything seemed in slow mo, pushed it up with the created momentum with added swing.... Brownie Goalie flipped up his hand... then.... HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!!! the horn screamed... RPI scored on 8.7 seconds!!!!!!! with a 99% win 3-2. DAMN!! THE GAME WAS PHENOMENAL!! the crowd went wild, screams, flags waving, men in painted body came running down the mirror and bashing it with a roar.... screaming out RPI's pride. damn... that was KICK ASS. a worth it game i must say. WORTH IT. sorry phatma... RPI kalahkan Brown. :P.
Friends....
friends... they make up roughly almost more than 80% in every person's living life. (hey, its a bullshit statistic... just to show that coming up with god knows statistic "could" make a writing seem cool. haha). Your friends would be composed with many personalities, many traits... some you may dislike and some may really click with you. they are there to entertain you when you're bored, someone to talk to when everything seems sucky, and there just because they are your friend. but most of all, what makes a friend... a true friend.... TRUST. everything is composed of trust. what you tell your trusting friend, must never be leaked to your friend's trusting friend, because then your friend's trusting friend would leak out to their trusting friend, then be leaked out to their trusting friend which will then eventually be the trusting friend of the whole world. no matter what the circumstances are, obvious, personal, discreet, questionable, a trusting friend would say to people with questions "hmm i dont know... try asking my trusting friend yourself". if it does happen... where's the friendship in that? if it happened to me, i'm sure like the rest of you, you would feel actually disrespected, feel of disappointment, or as silat says, menepuk minyak di tatang, terpercik di muka sendiri.
However... sometimes, mistakes does happen, hopefully it never EVER happens again. hopefully. that's what a trusting friend of the "accidentally" leaked trusting friend would think about most of the time. sorry is everything, i've read once, friends make mistake you write it down on sand their mistake, and if they help you up whenever or whatever trouble hits you, you carve it in stone. why, because mistakes could usually be forgiven, and forgetten and in my case usually (lesson to filter all my stories), and carve it in stone to remember it forever. trust, respect, honesty is what i think friendship is all about.
Bengang
yes... bengang is what everyone usually feels... discomfort of certain indivudual's doing. sometimes the discomfort involves you, sometimes it doesnt. strangely, some people still feel discomfort with shit that's not even related to them. strange. another thing strange is, i know almost always everyone does it, they'd probably pray 5 times a day, read the quran, and bla bla.... but something that's never missing is talking shit about someone behind their back. BULLSHIT if anyone says they've never done it before. i've done it. so many times. frankly, i know i could burn in hell for doing that. but i kept doing it. why? kurang pegangan, kurang pedoman, ntah la. but its just not the way. i know. main reason why? i think mostly because you'd talk shit about them... "si anu nih kencing dlm seluar"... it could actually happen to you anytime in the future. could be right after you say it, or could be way way beyond, or could've happen in the past, which if these people say it... then they must be so fuckingly bloody ignorant. the chances of same thing happening to you when you talk about others are usually high. i dont know why, but it does. maybe its a way of Him saying to you, what goes around, comes around. cakap kat org lain boyfriend dier loser ke aper ntah.... kuar dgn pompuan lain... tup tup dier plak buat... org cakap awek dier nih whore laaa asyik flirt jekk dgn laki lain... tup tup mamat tuh pun gatal jugak. another amazing thing is... org yg mengutuk, but does not realize that the thing is actually happening to them as well. AMAZING. that thing is happenning to them at that time, at that moment, while they are talking about them. AMAZING. dalam sumer category aku cakap tadik, (akan jadi, jadi masa tuh gak right after cakap, or in the past) nih laa paling gajah gemuk terbalik tonggang (ferr, i pinjam you punya terbalik tonggang punya melatah) bloody ignorant!! serious. it does NOT hurt to open your eyes, and see, that it is also happening to YOU. does not hurt.
sometimes, i'm afraid, that talking shit about other people behind their backs, will just actually result you of having unhappy life, unhappy future... lonely. i've already felt some of it... i would want to say i care, but the fact is, i brought it to myself, my fault, and i respect myself for knowing that. remember... same shit could happen to you.... same shit... akan datang, sekarang jugak, or has happen (maybe forgotten), or yg paling bloody ignorant terbalik tonggang... right now is currently happening to you. what have we become. maybe its true... the sun will rise in the west soon.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Looking for a full time position....
Strange, just four years ago we were freshies, just still learning how to walk, how to live on campus. Now all that are just mere memories, and everyone seems to be fairly occupied updating their resumes, sharpening up their people skills, reading through career development center for job opportunities. I, myself am getting really swamped, with the career fair tomorrow, the mock interview this week, and Petronas interview coming right after in a month. The thought of stepping on the grounds of real world just makes me sad most of the times. no more games, no more play, no more fun.
I remember i had such strong affinity to work here in the US, and then come back to Malaysia to continue my obligation as a Petronas scholar. Now... its an issue that i cant seem to be sure of anymore. one of the biggest ambiguities i've ever faced and thought of.
Let's talk about benefits of working here, overseas. Wow, once you work here, and go back, people would look up to you, with you pelat english yo-yo. the possibilities of you going up faster than anyone else is wider. the technology and knowledge you bring back from overseas can never be better (is IT?). The life is somewhat lenient, you watch updated uncensored movies, you eat steaks instead of nasi lemak, you get to hang out with your white friends that seem to know almost everything, you get your 4 seasons instead of one rainy and one suffocating, people here are more educated, (as you can see i'm just throwing shit here), strip clubs are available after a hard day's work, and man, money talks. amazing isnt it?
But then, if you think about it, that's not everything. the fact that we struggled our ass off to get the scholarships to take us where we are now, we then have the guts to think that they probably cannot offer what we actually really want. obviously, working in petronas the probability of going up the ladder has a higher slope and takes way much more time. the fact that you'd probably burden your guarantor (i dont know how to spell the word) if you breach contract kills them because they had so much trust in you, (unless some back door is offered). the guarantors are also usually really close family, or family friend, that if any court involved, the relationship would probably start to deteriorate as well as their respect for you.
Not only that, quoting from my friend todi, no matter how you fit in the community of that particular country, you're still considered as an outsider. true? Plus... i dont know... it's just not... LIFE.
I want to work where i can LIVE. live as a person. where i hang out with my friends at night at a stall for tea or coffee. wake up on the weekend and decide if i would want roti canai or nasi lemak panas. Friends in overseas, aren't FRIENDS that i have. friends that you tell secrets to without being spilled. friends whod back you up when trouble is brewing, friends who'd take care of you if you suddenly end up without a home for a while, friends who'd listen and keep promises. something that i have rarely seen here.
I want to LIVE where families are there, Hari Raya you'd not be getting up late, and wear jeans or winter jacket during semayang Raya. LIVE where you know its not difficult. you could navigate through area easily, talk your way out of something without sweating, have normal easy conversations with pakcik2 kampung in cabs, no one smells like weed everywhere. Where you know, if your kids lived there, they'd be happy.
Work where if you misunderstand something, you'd still could whisper with your friends "aper dier ngarut tadik? story sket kat aku bleh?". Work where you drive back home with the beach on your side, fresh smell of the ocean, and knowing that you dont have to scrape ICE on your windshield. You're not an outsider, and most of all... its home. no matter which part of Malaysia you're in. it's still home. that's why i rarely get homesick when i'm in Malaysia. it's still home. it's still culture. it's great.
So... where do i want to work? I DONT KNOW.....
Strange, just four years ago we were freshies, just still learning how to walk, how to live on campus. Now all that are just mere memories, and everyone seems to be fairly occupied updating their resumes, sharpening up their people skills, reading through career development center for job opportunities. I, myself am getting really swamped, with the career fair tomorrow, the mock interview this week, and Petronas interview coming right after in a month. The thought of stepping on the grounds of real world just makes me sad most of the times. no more games, no more play, no more fun.
I remember i had such strong affinity to work here in the US, and then come back to Malaysia to continue my obligation as a Petronas scholar. Now... its an issue that i cant seem to be sure of anymore. one of the biggest ambiguities i've ever faced and thought of.
Let's talk about benefits of working here, overseas. Wow, once you work here, and go back, people would look up to you, with you pelat english yo-yo. the possibilities of you going up faster than anyone else is wider. the technology and knowledge you bring back from overseas can never be better (is IT?). The life is somewhat lenient, you watch updated uncensored movies, you eat steaks instead of nasi lemak, you get to hang out with your white friends that seem to know almost everything, you get your 4 seasons instead of one rainy and one suffocating, people here are more educated, (as you can see i'm just throwing shit here), strip clubs are available after a hard day's work, and man, money talks. amazing isnt it?
But then, if you think about it, that's not everything. the fact that we struggled our ass off to get the scholarships to take us where we are now, we then have the guts to think that they probably cannot offer what we actually really want. obviously, working in petronas the probability of going up the ladder has a higher slope and takes way much more time. the fact that you'd probably burden your guarantor (i dont know how to spell the word) if you breach contract kills them because they had so much trust in you, (unless some back door is offered). the guarantors are also usually really close family, or family friend, that if any court involved, the relationship would probably start to deteriorate as well as their respect for you.
Not only that, quoting from my friend todi, no matter how you fit in the community of that particular country, you're still considered as an outsider. true? Plus... i dont know... it's just not... LIFE.
I want to work where i can LIVE. live as a person. where i hang out with my friends at night at a stall for tea or coffee. wake up on the weekend and decide if i would want roti canai or nasi lemak panas. Friends in overseas, aren't FRIENDS that i have. friends that you tell secrets to without being spilled. friends whod back you up when trouble is brewing, friends who'd take care of you if you suddenly end up without a home for a while, friends who'd listen and keep promises. something that i have rarely seen here.
I want to LIVE where families are there, Hari Raya you'd not be getting up late, and wear jeans or winter jacket during semayang Raya. LIVE where you know its not difficult. you could navigate through area easily, talk your way out of something without sweating, have normal easy conversations with pakcik2 kampung in cabs, no one smells like weed everywhere. Where you know, if your kids lived there, they'd be happy.
Work where if you misunderstand something, you'd still could whisper with your friends "aper dier ngarut tadik? story sket kat aku bleh?". Work where you drive back home with the beach on your side, fresh smell of the ocean, and knowing that you dont have to scrape ICE on your windshield. You're not an outsider, and most of all... its home. no matter which part of Malaysia you're in. it's still home. that's why i rarely get homesick when i'm in Malaysia. it's still home. it's still culture. it's great.
So... where do i want to work? I DONT KNOW.....
Friday, January 21, 2005
Money....
This is probably something we have always thought about since we could actually remember. and amazingly, our thoughts of money changes from time to time as we grow older. when we were kids seeing our dad swipe that credit card seems pretty cool as your getting stuff without needing to pay. now, swiping with a credit card just bums you out since you know you dont have cash in hand, or cash in your checking account. back then 1 ringgit seems a lot. now, 100 DOLLARS seems like nothing and something that could be spent in one whole day. back then money just seems like it grows on trees, that just kept coming whenever we wanted toys or fast food from our parents. being the loving parents they are, they kept giving the reasonable things (mainly food), just to see that smile in their childrens' face. now as we grow, money is to be earned, working your ass off for something. and when you get the cash, you feel awarded, and spending it gives you a sense of satisfaction.
but... have we ever thought, quoting from azizi ali's "millionaires are from different planet", is money working for us, or we're working for them? they could be your best friend when they're around, just making you smile knowing that tomorrow you'll still have that extra dough puffing in your pocket. they could be the worst enemy, when you suddenly face an emergency thus needing to spend it, is knowing that tomorrow means you have to sit down and probably work extra hard for it. when its around, spending jewelry, tshirts, DVDs, pair of jeans, shoes, and amazingly, all of them are ont from the reject shop, tj maxx, marshalls. most of the shopping goes on nikes, hollister, abercrombie, delia's, H&M and what ever human branded stuff that was injected into you as you were growing up. and the other amazing thing is... WE ALREADY HAVE ALL THESE SUFFICIENTLY IN THE CLOSET!!!! and when i say WE, i also include myself. i would not lie that i shop, especially for DVD's and at H&M, but of course most of my shopping is done almost two to three times a year. but then again, i do have a car and have to think about gas and insurance and all that shit. but then again, i know i shouldn't have spent some of on my guilty pleasure... sadly, H&M. (alright, they have nice looking shirts that looks like armani's but is WAAY cheaper).
funny thing is, we're all still in college. next thing we know, we'll be working with firms, companies, and working our sweats off to buy a nice house, nice car, nice future for a family. our pay off to the sponsors may seem like 8 years at first, but then it'll build up probably to 20 years finding out you have a house mortgage to pay off, good education for your kids, which, by then would cost waaaay more than our days in high school. stationaries, school clothing, and OH MY GOD TEXTBOOKS!! we complain now how expensive those things are, and it probably rarely crosses our minds that our parents were thinking about this when they were raising us.
getting this off my chest, yes... shamely enough, i am working for money right now, only hoping that money would work for me someday. insya allah, when i do have the sufficient money, probably i'll go into the real estate business which is pretty hot these days. and i think a lot of people, mostly my age are already thinking about their future. house, income, marriage and all that shit. already dedicated themselves to working exceptionally hard for a secured future. but the amazing thing is, some ungrateful bastards, who are already senang, and do not have a hint of these hardwork some people put through, just sometimes seems to be taken for granted of what they have. parents paying for their new home, new car, great incoming life. hey, look back once in a while, and look down, remember that not all your friends, and your past are as lucky as you are, our parents may not have connections to give us a lead to a nice scholarship, secured job, but our spirits and mentality are probably higher than yours. maybe not in terms of education, but in terms of street smarts. however, not all org yang dari family senang are ungrateful. i know some of them turns out to be really cool people who spends efficiently, have money listen to them instead of listening to money. help those less fortunate and see that they have feelings and needs much more than they do. and being friends with these type of individual earned so much respect from me.
so... are you working from money, or are they working for you? think about it.....
This is probably something we have always thought about since we could actually remember. and amazingly, our thoughts of money changes from time to time as we grow older. when we were kids seeing our dad swipe that credit card seems pretty cool as your getting stuff without needing to pay. now, swiping with a credit card just bums you out since you know you dont have cash in hand, or cash in your checking account. back then 1 ringgit seems a lot. now, 100 DOLLARS seems like nothing and something that could be spent in one whole day. back then money just seems like it grows on trees, that just kept coming whenever we wanted toys or fast food from our parents. being the loving parents they are, they kept giving the reasonable things (mainly food), just to see that smile in their childrens' face. now as we grow, money is to be earned, working your ass off for something. and when you get the cash, you feel awarded, and spending it gives you a sense of satisfaction.
but... have we ever thought, quoting from azizi ali's "millionaires are from different planet", is money working for us, or we're working for them? they could be your best friend when they're around, just making you smile knowing that tomorrow you'll still have that extra dough puffing in your pocket. they could be the worst enemy, when you suddenly face an emergency thus needing to spend it, is knowing that tomorrow means you have to sit down and probably work extra hard for it. when its around, spending jewelry, tshirts, DVDs, pair of jeans, shoes, and amazingly, all of them are ont from the reject shop, tj maxx, marshalls. most of the shopping goes on nikes, hollister, abercrombie, delia's, H&M and what ever human branded stuff that was injected into you as you were growing up. and the other amazing thing is... WE ALREADY HAVE ALL THESE SUFFICIENTLY IN THE CLOSET!!!! and when i say WE, i also include myself. i would not lie that i shop, especially for DVD's and at H&M, but of course most of my shopping is done almost two to three times a year. but then again, i do have a car and have to think about gas and insurance and all that shit. but then again, i know i shouldn't have spent some of on my guilty pleasure... sadly, H&M. (alright, they have nice looking shirts that looks like armani's but is WAAY cheaper).
funny thing is, we're all still in college. next thing we know, we'll be working with firms, companies, and working our sweats off to buy a nice house, nice car, nice future for a family. our pay off to the sponsors may seem like 8 years at first, but then it'll build up probably to 20 years finding out you have a house mortgage to pay off, good education for your kids, which, by then would cost waaaay more than our days in high school. stationaries, school clothing, and OH MY GOD TEXTBOOKS!! we complain now how expensive those things are, and it probably rarely crosses our minds that our parents were thinking about this when they were raising us.
getting this off my chest, yes... shamely enough, i am working for money right now, only hoping that money would work for me someday. insya allah, when i do have the sufficient money, probably i'll go into the real estate business which is pretty hot these days. and i think a lot of people, mostly my age are already thinking about their future. house, income, marriage and all that shit. already dedicated themselves to working exceptionally hard for a secured future. but the amazing thing is, some ungrateful bastards, who are already senang, and do not have a hint of these hardwork some people put through, just sometimes seems to be taken for granted of what they have. parents paying for their new home, new car, great incoming life. hey, look back once in a while, and look down, remember that not all your friends, and your past are as lucky as you are, our parents may not have connections to give us a lead to a nice scholarship, secured job, but our spirits and mentality are probably higher than yours. maybe not in terms of education, but in terms of street smarts. however, not all org yang dari family senang are ungrateful. i know some of them turns out to be really cool people who spends efficiently, have money listen to them instead of listening to money. help those less fortunate and see that they have feelings and needs much more than they do. and being friends with these type of individual earned so much respect from me.
so... are you working from money, or are they working for you? think about it.....
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Classes...
classes finally starts... but i dont really have classes today, no classes on tuesday and friday. muahah. anyway.... last time went snowboarding. funniest thing happened. well actually it wasnt funny when it happened, but when you think about it now... it kinda is. we were driving along a countryside road heading to the ski peak, when suddenly, you know, in small roads, there's a wire kinda divider between the streets and the forest, so suddenly while i was driving, we saw this nice little deering prancing around happily, and hey, we thought it was cute. yes... it was... until it suddenly jumped into the middle of the road making us screaming and literally having my front end of the car with its head about 2 feet away. bambi left my heart pounding for days. moral... not everything cute is nice. some of them could be fatal....
here are some new pics. there are of course more if you just click at pics link. have fun. kalau nak yg besar sket, email/msg me. chowsin
Born to be wild...
On the way to san fran
on the way to hoover dam
me and mickey
Pendekar Laut
Capoeira at Golden Gate
masterpiece... i like this pic... looks poisonous. something i found in the desert
classes finally starts... but i dont really have classes today, no classes on tuesday and friday. muahah. anyway.... last time went snowboarding. funniest thing happened. well actually it wasnt funny when it happened, but when you think about it now... it kinda is. we were driving along a countryside road heading to the ski peak, when suddenly, you know, in small roads, there's a wire kinda divider between the streets and the forest, so suddenly while i was driving, we saw this nice little deering prancing around happily, and hey, we thought it was cute. yes... it was... until it suddenly jumped into the middle of the road making us screaming and literally having my front end of the car with its head about 2 feet away. bambi left my heart pounding for days. moral... not everything cute is nice. some of them could be fatal....
here are some new pics. there are of course more if you just click at pics link. have fun. kalau nak yg besar sket, email/msg me. chowsin
Born to be wild...
On the way to san fran
on the way to hoover dam
me and mickey
Pendekar Laut
Capoeira at Golden Gate
masterpiece... i like this pic... looks poisonous. something i found in the desert
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Holiday....
Just go back from holidays... ada sedih, ada marah, ada tersilap bahasa, tapi semua tuh bleh di maafkan.... yang penting... most of the trip... was kick ass BEST!!!! i think one of the best part has to be driving down the desert heading towards grand canyon with born to be wild soundtrack playing at the back. again... kalau ada terkasar, terdisrespect... beribu maaf saya pohonkan.
Human Standards....
One of my friend has already pointed this point... i wanted to point it earlier heh... but she got to it first. anyway... what are human standards? somehow i was thinking about this for a long time. technically most of us are living our whole lives to reach that human standards. goals. some of them are ridiculous, some probably benefit us, some we really need to reach. but do we really need to follow most of the standards? standards that'll make us a stereotype of what others want, what other think is the best, and only the best could achieve. medias, our friends, and our parents themselves gave us a mindset of what the best could be.
but if everyone already has the same stereotype of... the BEST... and everyone is going in that direction, than, no one could be unique. TV giving us countdowns of the best top 40 songs, where everyone listens to avril and her being in the top 20 (i dont know which number she actually is but i dont really care coz i think she's not punk and tries to --> my standard), giving us worst 40 songs... if it was worst 40 songs... then why'd they like it the first time? tv shows like mtv cribs, or "it's good to be...", gives us a view how so called life should be. lavish, rich, big house, chrome rims. the swan, biggest loser, gives us a standard of what our image should be... if ur slightly buncit, you are ugly, if you have stretch marks, you're hideous, if you have to much pimple, girls are not going to like you, if you have big heads, men arent going to go out with you... all standards. should we be consumed by all the injection of the media, trying to make us all brad pitt look alike, and those who doesnt, will be damned to the side of the ugly gollum for all eternity until they evolve.
scholarships, peers view and comments, GRADES, SPM, SCHOLARSHIP, standards.... if you get higher than 10 aggregate, you're bound to Malaysia's ground forever, if you study here in OVERSEAS, you're better than studying in UKM, UM, UiTM. all standards... standards that everyone think how the best should be. being a petronas scholar would take you to the top. being in JPA would probably wind you up in debt for eternity. news from ear to ear, comments from heart to heart. but is it really something that all of us need to pursue? does it benefit everyone. bill gates defied harvard, now he is in microsoft, eminem defies the stereotypical of hiphop and becomes a music genius, mahathir defies the west and take the east and brought our country to such a far stretch, so is standard everything?
We could probably be the best if we do not follow the crowd... but instead, making the crowd follow you. then, it makes you the best. bukan jadik kepala gangster semua org ikut, abis samseng aa ingat. nak carik gaduh, belasah sorang, ajak geng korok dier. berani one on one laa. wont it be great if you could be one of these leaders. wont it be great if I was.... defying standards... its up to ourselves... and what's inside......
Just go back from holidays... ada sedih, ada marah, ada tersilap bahasa, tapi semua tuh bleh di maafkan.... yang penting... most of the trip... was kick ass BEST!!!! i think one of the best part has to be driving down the desert heading towards grand canyon with born to be wild soundtrack playing at the back. again... kalau ada terkasar, terdisrespect... beribu maaf saya pohonkan.
Human Standards....
One of my friend has already pointed this point... i wanted to point it earlier heh... but she got to it first. anyway... what are human standards? somehow i was thinking about this for a long time. technically most of us are living our whole lives to reach that human standards. goals. some of them are ridiculous, some probably benefit us, some we really need to reach. but do we really need to follow most of the standards? standards that'll make us a stereotype of what others want, what other think is the best, and only the best could achieve. medias, our friends, and our parents themselves gave us a mindset of what the best could be.
but if everyone already has the same stereotype of... the BEST... and everyone is going in that direction, than, no one could be unique. TV giving us countdowns of the best top 40 songs, where everyone listens to avril and her being in the top 20 (i dont know which number she actually is but i dont really care coz i think she's not punk and tries to --> my standard), giving us worst 40 songs... if it was worst 40 songs... then why'd they like it the first time? tv shows like mtv cribs, or "it's good to be...", gives us a view how so called life should be. lavish, rich, big house, chrome rims. the swan, biggest loser, gives us a standard of what our image should be... if ur slightly buncit, you are ugly, if you have stretch marks, you're hideous, if you have to much pimple, girls are not going to like you, if you have big heads, men arent going to go out with you... all standards. should we be consumed by all the injection of the media, trying to make us all brad pitt look alike, and those who doesnt, will be damned to the side of the ugly gollum for all eternity until they evolve.
scholarships, peers view and comments, GRADES, SPM, SCHOLARSHIP, standards.... if you get higher than 10 aggregate, you're bound to Malaysia's ground forever, if you study here in OVERSEAS, you're better than studying in UKM, UM, UiTM. all standards... standards that everyone think how the best should be. being a petronas scholar would take you to the top. being in JPA would probably wind you up in debt for eternity. news from ear to ear, comments from heart to heart. but is it really something that all of us need to pursue? does it benefit everyone. bill gates defied harvard, now he is in microsoft, eminem defies the stereotypical of hiphop and becomes a music genius, mahathir defies the west and take the east and brought our country to such a far stretch, so is standard everything?
We could probably be the best if we do not follow the crowd... but instead, making the crowd follow you. then, it makes you the best. bukan jadik kepala gangster semua org ikut, abis samseng aa ingat. nak carik gaduh, belasah sorang, ajak geng korok dier. berani one on one laa. wont it be great if you could be one of these leaders. wont it be great if I was.... defying standards... its up to ourselves... and what's inside......
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