We live in a world where villains are not villains and heroes are not heroes. Our world is not either black or white. It isn’t definitive. Moral grey areas exist where we can’t seem to judge right from wrong. Thus, we question ourselves if such an idea even exist. And with that, we question justice, as the definition of justice is so different in different eyes. But then again, who are we to become judge, jury and persecutor. Who are we but anarchist of a revolution as every idea is a revolution from its predecessor.
You wanna know what I think about student loans?
It’s the government’s effort to ensure that lack of funding would not be an issue for students who wish to continue their studies in tertiary education.
Now, you wanna know what I think about people complaining about student loans?
It’s just a bunch of spoilt little kids who don’t understand the value of money when they have it in their hands and blaming the government for their lack of thriftiness.
Seriously, if you are given twenty fucking thousand on your education, don’t spend 80% of it to buy your smartphone or your Ipod or any other expensive shit that has nothing to do with your education. It is possible to use the money given to you by the loan to pay for the loan. The idea of having money to spend money just because you can is stupid because the money is not yours in the first place. It was given to you by the government to pursue your education, not to buy your fancy gizmo shit just so that you have something to play with. If you haven’t earned any money independently yet, my advice to you is to not spend the money you don’t own.
I don’t intentionally tell jokes. I just like to point out the irony in life. Irony is proof that God has a sense of humour so maybe that’s why it’s always funny and amusing when someone says or do something ironic.
Wouldn’t it be cool if Dungeons and Dragons were played in Bahasa Melayu Tradisional. For example, patik and tuan hamba to refer to oneself and the other person respectively. Would be a nice refreshing way to play while preserving the language.
You can’t really write an honest book about yourself if your mother is still alive. You have to wait until she pass away before you could write a good autobiography. If I were to write one now, it’s not a book, it’s a pamphlet.
p.s By the way, I’m not being narcissistic by saying I should write one, but a friend mentioned I should write one someday and if I ever did, it would be very interesting. It reminded me of something a comedian said in a podcast which was somewhere along the lines of the above statement.
p.p.s Why the fuck is the explanation longer than the actual statement? Bodoh eh..
In a conflict, at times you can’t help but choose a side which you feel is morally suited to you. But what disturbs me is the influences that made you choose. You can even hear arguments on both sides and still the possibility of choosing the wrong side is there since we are also easily influenced by what we see and hear. For example, the innocent could have been a bad debater who incidentally made them sound like they were the bad ones.. For example of course.
Arguably, there might not even be a good side and a bad side. It’s merely a fantasy we have from childhood that a good side and a bad side exist. The reality is that there would not even have a conflict in the first place if the both sides did not start it by doing their own “fair share” of sins and dirty deeds. People underestimate how much a simple action can accolade and cause moral conflict. And when this happens in both sides, they romanticise the idea that they are the martyr while the other is the spawn of satan. This idea will then wipe of any trace of guilt that they may have left and begin to attack the other. When both sides do this, well, imagine the damage it could cause. Just simply imagine.
Of course, it is impossible to remain neutral in a conflict like this. To remain neutral means that we allow both sides to destroy one another. So, instinctively we pick a side. This way, we could make an effort to only let one side be destroyed. So, there is no sitting on the fence with this one.
But all that is just bullshit because if people don’t lose touch with what humanity is, a sense of consideration should somehow be there deep inside their soul as God have implanted in their very DNA. Humanity is what makes us a “chosen” race. We lose that, then we lose everything.
It’s a baby tapir that looks like a watermelon. I rest my case.
I remember watching the cartoon As Told By Ginger as a kid. I remember how nice and kind Ginger was and I would use that as a moral compass growing up, though I may have strayed a lot since then. This one is my favourite episode and I still remember it till now because it’s the first cartoon that made me cry.