I was
brushing my teeth, and something flew in through the open window. It circled
around a few times, and still brushing my teeth, I decided it was one of those
giant moths. It flew down and landed on my head. I looked in the mirror, still
brushing my teeth, and saw that it was a bird. I continued to brush my teeth,
and it stayed on my head for about five seconds. After it was satisfied with
its visit to the top of my head, it flew back out the window. I checked in the
mirror, and it didn’t poo on my head. I thought that was really great. It was a
fun experience for me, and I imagine the bird thought it was pretty cool too.
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Saturday, July 12, 2014
My Top Three
When I watch something with Keira Knightley, I say to myself, "she's my favourite celebrity crush". Every time I see Kerry Washington though, I decide that she is my absolute fave. Then, the fact that I think the exact same thing when I see Tina Fey, I realize that I am terribly fickle. A couple years back, Natalie Portman was a contender, but she has been outranked and removed from the competition.
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
The Strays
After having the kitten for a night, it learned that the kitty litter was the proper place to relieve himself and didn't even have a single accident. It was the next morning that I had heard a similar cry coming from outside while I was in our kitchen. I went to our balcony and looked down to the pool area, where I saw a heavy set woman kicking at a small kitten. I yelled down to the woman, "YO", in a very "fuck you" tone, several times. She did not look up, and continued kicking at the kitten who kept trying to approach her. I went down and the kitten was still there. I went and picked it up, and it did not try to evade, whatsoever.
We introduced our two new kittens and saw that this new one was a twin sister to the first one we found. Something must have come up that separated the kittens from their family. We were very pleased to have reunited them together, and the new sister did exactly as the first kitten, and used the kitty litter without a single accident in the house.
I had never thought I was a fan of cats before I had met my wife, but I now realize I love every friendly animal I encounter. That even includes Barry the goat, that I met in Kuantan.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Thirty & Over
I was in Langkawi, and a friend of a friend was having her birthday lunch at The Bayview Hotel. It is a high end hotel, and she was intending for it to be a classy event. To ensure she kept it classy, she placed an age requirement on all guests of thirty and over. She extended the invitation to me as well, and confirmed with me, "you're thirty, right"? I felt as if this age limit was conjured up specifically for me and my youthful appearance. If I told her the truth of how I was only twenty nine, I didn't really know if she would revoke my invitation. I had to claim that I was indeed thirty years old, and although this wasn't yet true, I felt that I was mentally mature enough for this event.
We got to the event, and it was a very nice place. We were brought to our table, and asked what we'll have to drink. We all said we would have green tea, except for the one fella', who was actually twenty nine as well, claiming he will get an iced lemon tea. I would never have made such a juvenile order because I was in deep secrecy of my age. He, however, was the owner of the coffee shop we all knew each other from, so he was allowed to be twenty nine.
Our green tea arrived, and I was quite looking forward to it. The lazy susan spun around to me and I poured my tea. I was feeling like I was sophisticated enough for this event, and didn't feel out of place at all. I grabbed my cup of tea, and for some reason forgot how hot freshly boiled water is. Without sipping at all, I took a large mouthful of tea. I realized right away that this tea was one hundred degrees Celsius, and without even thinking about, I just opened my mouth.
After I opened my mouth, the tea poured out onto my lap. I looked around at everyone else at the table, and no one was looking at me. My shorts absorbed the tea, and my mouth felt fine. I would love to have witnessed what had happened. Seeing myself, or anyone, just open their mouth after taking a drink is something I have never seen.
I was the only one at the table who got to laugh about what had happened, and it was a good thing that I was, because it would have really justified the age limit given. It showed that maybe in fact I was too young for this classy hotel luncheon, and that maybe something changes after thirty. Maybe people stop making silly mistakes such as that one, like drinking freshly boiled water. The truth is, though, now being thirty two years old, I make equivalent, if not exceedingly foolish mistakes.
We got to the event, and it was a very nice place. We were brought to our table, and asked what we'll have to drink. We all said we would have green tea, except for the one fella', who was actually twenty nine as well, claiming he will get an iced lemon tea. I would never have made such a juvenile order because I was in deep secrecy of my age. He, however, was the owner of the coffee shop we all knew each other from, so he was allowed to be twenty nine.
Our green tea arrived, and I was quite looking forward to it. The lazy susan spun around to me and I poured my tea. I was feeling like I was sophisticated enough for this event, and didn't feel out of place at all. I grabbed my cup of tea, and for some reason forgot how hot freshly boiled water is. Without sipping at all, I took a large mouthful of tea. I realized right away that this tea was one hundred degrees Celsius, and without even thinking about, I just opened my mouth.
After I opened my mouth, the tea poured out onto my lap. I looked around at everyone else at the table, and no one was looking at me. My shorts absorbed the tea, and my mouth felt fine. I would love to have witnessed what had happened. Seeing myself, or anyone, just open their mouth after taking a drink is something I have never seen.
I was the only one at the table who got to laugh about what had happened, and it was a good thing that I was, because it would have really justified the age limit given. It showed that maybe in fact I was too young for this classy hotel luncheon, and that maybe something changes after thirty. Maybe people stop making silly mistakes such as that one, like drinking freshly boiled water. The truth is, though, now being thirty two years old, I make equivalent, if not exceedingly foolish mistakes.
Friday, July 4, 2014
180
On the other side of the world in Malaysia, a lot of things are different than where I am from in Canada. The most noticeable, is that you have to drive on the left hand side of the road; and because of that, your steering wheel has to be on the right side of the car. With the steering wheel on the right hand side, the gear shift stick is on your left hand side. Oh, and for the light switches, down is on, up is off. Those all took me a bit longer to get used to than I expected.
Another thing that really stood out to me when I saw it, was regularly seeing a family of four or five on a moped. Cops will look the other way if they see this too, because the family has no other option to get around. Sure, none of them have helmets on either, but what is the cop going to do, give a ticket to this family who obviously does not have a lot of money?
It is something to get used to when I am immersed into a world so different than my homeland, but it is reassuring to discover that I am adaptable to change, which I hear is a very valuable survival quality.
Another thing that really stood out to me when I saw it, was regularly seeing a family of four or five on a moped. Cops will look the other way if they see this too, because the family has no other option to get around. Sure, none of them have helmets on either, but what is the cop going to do, give a ticket to this family who obviously does not have a lot of money?
It is something to get used to when I am immersed into a world so different than my homeland, but it is reassuring to discover that I am adaptable to change, which I hear is a very valuable survival quality.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
My Little Pony
When my nephew was six years old, we would sometimes play video games together. I tried to make sure he only played age appropriate games, like driving games. I hated that the best driving game ever was certainly not "age appropriate", because of the other things you could do in the game. That game, of course, was Grand Theft Auto. I realized that I could circumvent all of the inappropriate actions in the game, and just introduce him to the unmatched driving physics of the game. Physics so realistic, that you can actually perfect your real life sport driving from this game.
After some time of playing it, he asked what the game was called. I didn't want him to let it slip to the adults that I've been allowing him to play Grand Theft Auto, so I quickly replied "My Little Pony", thinking that would be a very acceptable game title for him to be playing, if he were to mention it to any adult. Also, My Little Pony was before his time, and he had never heard of it. For months after that, he would constantly talk about "My Little Pony", as it was the most fun driving game he had ever encountered. Every time my nephew would talk about My Little Pony, I would have a little chuckle.
After some time of playing it, he asked what the game was called. I didn't want him to let it slip to the adults that I've been allowing him to play Grand Theft Auto, so I quickly replied "My Little Pony", thinking that would be a very acceptable game title for him to be playing, if he were to mention it to any adult. Also, My Little Pony was before his time, and he had never heard of it. For months after that, he would constantly talk about "My Little Pony", as it was the most fun driving game he had ever encountered. Every time my nephew would talk about My Little Pony, I would have a little chuckle.
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
The Last Racism
Racism is not accepted by society, at all, unless it is against white people. White people are the most privileged people on the planet, and that is undeniable. If a white person referred to a different ethnicity by their most common offensive racial title, then that white person will possibly get attacked, or face legal consequences, or at least disgust every other person who witnesses this. I am glad that this is the case, and hope it continues to gain such reaction. There is one case of racism that is socially acceptable, however, and is commonly used by the media. It seems that anyone, of any race, is permitted to degrade people with red hair; or as they're commonly referred to, gingers.
People seem to feel that people with red hair are so white, that they cannot be offended. I really feel that they are indeed as offended as much as any other race of humans though. If it is a matter of the claim that only "minorities" can be victimized by racism, then we should definitely look at the world population statistics of how many people have red hair. I am going to say that only 1% of the world have red hair, and I am going to now google this to find out for sure. It was actually 2%, according to this reputable seeming source: http://english.pravda.ru/science/tech/17-12-2007/102910-red_haired-0/ - that was totally close enough though.
Now, using this statistic, would it still seem socially acceptable to ridicule this minority? After asking this question, I am going to answer it myself, by saying no. There is no reason we should choose who it is acceptable to be racist against. Racism is unacceptable in all circumstances. Maybe an applicable example would be of a family I met in Langkawi, Malaysia, who were living on a boat. They were a white family, of British decent, who were from South Africa. They were an attractive bunch of people, with very friendly personalities. They were violently discriminated in South Africa by the natives though. The "natives", were very unkind to this family because of the history with South Africa. Because the British people occupied most of the country, the natives felt violated by all white settlers in their land. That is no different than white hillbillies in Alabama hating Mexicans for stealing their jobs. Or, when Italians came to Canada and offered to do labour jobs for less money than the original immigrants, the British.
This subject is so cluttered with examples, that it is very easy to digress into other things. The point I want to make with this post though, is that society should not view racism any differently, just because it is being applied to a race that has not previously had such hard times. We can so easily be blinded to subjects that matter, just because numerous other people make us feel that it's alright. Our media is the worst for that, because people rank it as an authority of the rules. Try not to think of media as that. It is not.
People seem to feel that people with red hair are so white, that they cannot be offended. I really feel that they are indeed as offended as much as any other race of humans though. If it is a matter of the claim that only "minorities" can be victimized by racism, then we should definitely look at the world population statistics of how many people have red hair. I am going to say that only 1% of the world have red hair, and I am going to now google this to find out for sure. It was actually 2%, according to this reputable seeming source: http://english.pravda.ru/science/tech/17-12-2007/102910-red_haired-0/ - that was totally close enough though.
Now, using this statistic, would it still seem socially acceptable to ridicule this minority? After asking this question, I am going to answer it myself, by saying no. There is no reason we should choose who it is acceptable to be racist against. Racism is unacceptable in all circumstances. Maybe an applicable example would be of a family I met in Langkawi, Malaysia, who were living on a boat. They were a white family, of British decent, who were from South Africa. They were an attractive bunch of people, with very friendly personalities. They were violently discriminated in South Africa by the natives though. The "natives", were very unkind to this family because of the history with South Africa. Because the British people occupied most of the country, the natives felt violated by all white settlers in their land. That is no different than white hillbillies in Alabama hating Mexicans for stealing their jobs. Or, when Italians came to Canada and offered to do labour jobs for less money than the original immigrants, the British.
This subject is so cluttered with examples, that it is very easy to digress into other things. The point I want to make with this post though, is that society should not view racism any differently, just because it is being applied to a race that has not previously had such hard times. We can so easily be blinded to subjects that matter, just because numerous other people make us feel that it's alright. Our media is the worst for that, because people rank it as an authority of the rules. Try not to think of media as that. It is not.
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Cupcakes Saved My Life
I once applied for a job that was situated in the town of Barrie, Ontario. I hate the town of Barrie, but I was living with a girl, at her house, in that town. She would consistently urge me to get a job, and living there, I would have to get one in that town. The job I applied for was a Group On like company, that was apparently more high end. You know, the type of company where they get a large group of people to buy your product at a discounted price. They catered to businesses that targeted the more affluent market. When I set up the interview, they booked me a Hilton Hotel in Toronto, of course, at their expense.
I went and spent the night at the Hilton, which was bloody nice, and then had my interview at nine, the next morning. I spoke with a few of the managers from the company before the interview, and they all gave me the impression that there was positive discussion about me. I had good experience and references, and I was very familiar with the nature of the business. Before I showered and got ready, I went out to the parking lot and smoked a joint, to calm my nerves. I was still a bit nervous, even though I was pretty confident I would nail the interview.
It was time for my interview and I went up to the conference room on the fourth floor. I noticed that out of all the other applicants, I was the best dressed. I had a suit and tie, where many of the others simply had casual clothing. My interview was with three people, two women and a man. They welcomed me as if they had been told of me. I was giving all the right answers to their questions, and they were occasionally glancing at each other with impressed looks. I knew what answers they were looking for every time because I had history in a prestigious marketing position, knowing what all the managers say "counted".
It was all going towards a positive final decision, until a moment in my "role playing" call to a customer. They gave me the three different business profiles of who I was going to call. One was a limo company, another was a helicopter rides company, and the third was a cupcake ad. I hated the trend of cupcakes that was happening in 2011, so I went with the helicopter rides company. They said okay, with their first hint of disappointment in me.
We did our cheesy role play call, and I still even said all the right things. They were impressed with everything I showed them in my cold calling style, but I made a mistake I could not compensate for. It was because of the cupcake trend, that they wanted me to choose that business to call. They were designed to cater to businesses exactly like the cupcake one. You end up selling 1,000 cupcakes for the little business, where you could really not do so much for a helicopter rides company.
Walking out of the interview I realized my mistake. I was not going to get the job, because I made the wrong role play call. I was really disappointed, but I couldn't take part in a trend that was created by the government to help the middle class deal with a financial collapse that works very well for the rich. I told my girlfriend that the interview went really well, and we'll see if I get the job. Even though I knew that I wouldn't, I still had to keep her satisfied that I wasn't a lost cause. For a few weeks I kept implying that they might give me a call. It wasn't until about a month later that I finally admitted that they must have found someone else.
I realized long after that disappointment, that my actions practically saved my life. That would have been a horrible disaster if I got that job. First of all, it would have tied me to the town of Barrie, which has always been one of my least favourite places I know. Secondly, it would have put me into a depressing trendy job that would have made me hate myself. Most importantly, it would have kept me in a relationship with that girl, who I wasn't interested in, and truthfully, that I had really started to dislike. I'm not going to say that I would have actually committed suicide if I got that job, but I would have occasionally wanted to.
Sure, there is always a silver lining to every cloud, but I feel like this was more than that. I feel like this was much more than that. It was really like dodging a bullet that was very close to hitting me. I feel like my hatred for the cupcake trend saved my life. Call me an optimist, call me what you will.
I went and spent the night at the Hilton, which was bloody nice, and then had my interview at nine, the next morning. I spoke with a few of the managers from the company before the interview, and they all gave me the impression that there was positive discussion about me. I had good experience and references, and I was very familiar with the nature of the business. Before I showered and got ready, I went out to the parking lot and smoked a joint, to calm my nerves. I was still a bit nervous, even though I was pretty confident I would nail the interview.
It was time for my interview and I went up to the conference room on the fourth floor. I noticed that out of all the other applicants, I was the best dressed. I had a suit and tie, where many of the others simply had casual clothing. My interview was with three people, two women and a man. They welcomed me as if they had been told of me. I was giving all the right answers to their questions, and they were occasionally glancing at each other with impressed looks. I knew what answers they were looking for every time because I had history in a prestigious marketing position, knowing what all the managers say "counted".
It was all going towards a positive final decision, until a moment in my "role playing" call to a customer. They gave me the three different business profiles of who I was going to call. One was a limo company, another was a helicopter rides company, and the third was a cupcake ad. I hated the trend of cupcakes that was happening in 2011, so I went with the helicopter rides company. They said okay, with their first hint of disappointment in me.
We did our cheesy role play call, and I still even said all the right things. They were impressed with everything I showed them in my cold calling style, but I made a mistake I could not compensate for. It was because of the cupcake trend, that they wanted me to choose that business to call. They were designed to cater to businesses exactly like the cupcake one. You end up selling 1,000 cupcakes for the little business, where you could really not do so much for a helicopter rides company.
Walking out of the interview I realized my mistake. I was not going to get the job, because I made the wrong role play call. I was really disappointed, but I couldn't take part in a trend that was created by the government to help the middle class deal with a financial collapse that works very well for the rich. I told my girlfriend that the interview went really well, and we'll see if I get the job. Even though I knew that I wouldn't, I still had to keep her satisfied that I wasn't a lost cause. For a few weeks I kept implying that they might give me a call. It wasn't until about a month later that I finally admitted that they must have found someone else.
I realized long after that disappointment, that my actions practically saved my life. That would have been a horrible disaster if I got that job. First of all, it would have tied me to the town of Barrie, which has always been one of my least favourite places I know. Secondly, it would have put me into a depressing trendy job that would have made me hate myself. Most importantly, it would have kept me in a relationship with that girl, who I wasn't interested in, and truthfully, that I had really started to dislike. I'm not going to say that I would have actually committed suicide if I got that job, but I would have occasionally wanted to.
Sure, there is always a silver lining to every cloud, but I feel like this was more than that. I feel like this was much more than that. It was really like dodging a bullet that was very close to hitting me. I feel like my hatred for the cupcake trend saved my life. Call me an optimist, call me what you will.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Getting to Know Them
I had a short list of people that I have never met, whom I despised. They are all performers who are worldly famous, and super rich. My reasons for hating them were more related to the nature of the media, than for who they are. Some of these people that I hated are Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, and Justin Bieber. I once saw a magazine cover that listed them as the top earning artists of the world, in the order stated, and that may be related to my decision of hatred. Later on, I heard of a performer named Kesha. She was added to my hate list; which is a very unnecessary list to have.
Here in Malaysia, I watch television again. I hate that about myself, but I cannot fight the urge to do so. In my television watching, I saw appearances of everyone on my list. Lady Gaga did an interview with someone...who I believe was named...Gautier. I saw her much differently after that interview, and thought she was very classy, and elegant, and even, to my surprise, attractive.
Then the next interview I saw was with Katy Perry, who I assumed I would just hate more. It turned out though, that I found her to be really innocent, and much more genuine than I had previously viewed her. I actually felt very sympathetic for her. She got mixed up in the whole jaded music industry because she is actually a genuine musician. After they got a hold of her though, they just exploited her to the full potential.
Then came Justin Bieber, on Ridiculousness, who I only hated for his music. After seeing his appearance, I saw that he is just a normal kid, who is also a genuine musician, that also got exploited to the extreme. The fact that he is also Canadian, and sparked his own discovery with youtube, also earns a little respect from me.
Finally came Kesha, and from my recent experience, I was expecting to hate her less after getting to know her a bit. It turned out that I actually hated her a lot more after seeing an interview. Seriously, the exact opposite happened to what had happened with all of my previous hate-list. I don't want her to be famous anymore. She is really dumb, and a shitty person.
I would like to now apologize to all of the mentioned people. I apologize to the first three for previously hating them, not knowing anything about them except for their popularity. I apologize to Kesha, because after getting to know her a bit better, I genuinely despise who she is as a person. There can be no greater insult than that, so I am truly sorry, Kesha.
Here in Malaysia, I watch television again. I hate that about myself, but I cannot fight the urge to do so. In my television watching, I saw appearances of everyone on my list. Lady Gaga did an interview with someone...who I believe was named...Gautier. I saw her much differently after that interview, and thought she was very classy, and elegant, and even, to my surprise, attractive.
Then the next interview I saw was with Katy Perry, who I assumed I would just hate more. It turned out though, that I found her to be really innocent, and much more genuine than I had previously viewed her. I actually felt very sympathetic for her. She got mixed up in the whole jaded music industry because she is actually a genuine musician. After they got a hold of her though, they just exploited her to the full potential.
Then came Justin Bieber, on Ridiculousness, who I only hated for his music. After seeing his appearance, I saw that he is just a normal kid, who is also a genuine musician, that also got exploited to the extreme. The fact that he is also Canadian, and sparked his own discovery with youtube, also earns a little respect from me.
Finally came Kesha, and from my recent experience, I was expecting to hate her less after getting to know her a bit. It turned out that I actually hated her a lot more after seeing an interview. Seriously, the exact opposite happened to what had happened with all of my previous hate-list. I don't want her to be famous anymore. She is really dumb, and a shitty person.
I would like to now apologize to all of the mentioned people. I apologize to the first three for previously hating them, not knowing anything about them except for their popularity. I apologize to Kesha, because after getting to know her a bit better, I genuinely despise who she is as a person. There can be no greater insult than that, so I am truly sorry, Kesha.
Friday, April 18, 2014
Hatred and Phobia
I have a theory that all of the "straight" people against homosexuality who declare it is a choice, are secretly bisexual. To even consider that it is a choice, suggests that they could choose either one. For a man who is completely heterosexual, he knows that he cannot choose to be attracted to other men. If it were a choice, then all the lonely men who cannot convince a woman to be with them, would simply get with another man while they are searching. In reality though, those lonely, heterosexual men just remain lonely, waiting for a woman.
If a man was able to choose which gender he is attracted to, he would most commonly choose the sexuality that is accepted by society. I don't believe that is a choice we make though. I believe that is something that is naturally occurring and I find it heartless for people to discriminate others for something that was determined from birth. It is the same thing as racism, which was a socially acceptable thing 100 years ago, and took a lot of development to overcome. There are still people who hate races outside of their own, and there will continue to be people who hate sexual preferences that are different than theirs. We just have to make sure societies as a whole don't share bigoted views.
Ladies, I understand how you can see an attractive woman, and feel that although you don't wish to marry her, you would enjoy kissing her. That is not the same as being able to choose your sexual preference though. Attractive women can be provocative even to the people who do not wish to have a life with a woman. I think it is because they are just that attractive. If aliens came to planet Earth, they would probably at least have urges to be sexual with women like Eva Mendez, or Keira Knightley, even though we're a primitive species that still resorts to reproduction by fornication. The aliens that are traveling throughout galaxies probably dismissed fornication as a necessity, and after moving beyond fornication, probably achieved intergalactic travel within the year.
I don't like the term homophobia, because it dismisses a bigot's hatred as fear. If a bigot legitimately fears homosexuals, then he must secretly have at least a mild case of bisexuality. What he fears is his secret desire to act on homosexual urges that he does not approve of. It is wrong to make a person's hatred sound less villainous. If people referred to racists as ethnicphobic, then people might have sympathy for them for being scared. We can't confuse hatred with fear, because fear is forgivable and hatred is not. They are two very different things that should not be related by common word trends.
I'm not saying gay haters have to come out of the closet and embrace their bisexuality, I just wish for these haters to be kind people, and stop having hate for anyone who just has a preference that differs from what is socially common.
If a man was able to choose which gender he is attracted to, he would most commonly choose the sexuality that is accepted by society. I don't believe that is a choice we make though. I believe that is something that is naturally occurring and I find it heartless for people to discriminate others for something that was determined from birth. It is the same thing as racism, which was a socially acceptable thing 100 years ago, and took a lot of development to overcome. There are still people who hate races outside of their own, and there will continue to be people who hate sexual preferences that are different than theirs. We just have to make sure societies as a whole don't share bigoted views.
Ladies, I understand how you can see an attractive woman, and feel that although you don't wish to marry her, you would enjoy kissing her. That is not the same as being able to choose your sexual preference though. Attractive women can be provocative even to the people who do not wish to have a life with a woman. I think it is because they are just that attractive. If aliens came to planet Earth, they would probably at least have urges to be sexual with women like Eva Mendez, or Keira Knightley, even though we're a primitive species that still resorts to reproduction by fornication. The aliens that are traveling throughout galaxies probably dismissed fornication as a necessity, and after moving beyond fornication, probably achieved intergalactic travel within the year.
I don't like the term homophobia, because it dismisses a bigot's hatred as fear. If a bigot legitimately fears homosexuals, then he must secretly have at least a mild case of bisexuality. What he fears is his secret desire to act on homosexual urges that he does not approve of. It is wrong to make a person's hatred sound less villainous. If people referred to racists as ethnicphobic, then people might have sympathy for them for being scared. We can't confuse hatred with fear, because fear is forgivable and hatred is not. They are two very different things that should not be related by common word trends.
I'm not saying gay haters have to come out of the closet and embrace their bisexuality, I just wish for these haters to be kind people, and stop having hate for anyone who just has a preference that differs from what is socially common.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Control
Some humans need to have control over other humans. The least powerful of these humans can only control their spouse, or their children, or the humans in their immediate surroundings. Some humans, however, make it a career of controlling as many other humans as they possibly can. These humans become police officers or politicians. Like all of the false things in life that humans think will bring them happiness, more and more is always required. As everyone in that situation finds, more money, more control, or more things, never brings them the happiness that they expect it will.
Sadly, there are more who want to be controlled. I think Annie Lennox said it best with that Eurythmics song, Sweet Dreams. It sounds like it really refers to the Sado Masochism mentality. Beyond the realm of sexual fetishes though, comes the people who need a more structured control over masses, not just one human. These humans have a disorder, but seeing how society views personalities now, I imagine we can't refer to that as a disorder. They are just..."different". If they crave the domination of humans, then we just have to accept that.
For politicians who want to control society simply for their own wealth, we can class that as a mental illness. We can group it with the addictions that are commonly treated. They only order people to be harmed and imprisoned to advance their careers and earn them money. For the police who are there to "serve and protect", it is a sign of very poor character to be harming the non-violent individuals just because they choose to.
Sadly, there are more who want to be controlled. I think Annie Lennox said it best with that Eurythmics song, Sweet Dreams. It sounds like it really refers to the Sado Masochism mentality. Beyond the realm of sexual fetishes though, comes the people who need a more structured control over masses, not just one human. These humans have a disorder, but seeing how society views personalities now, I imagine we can't refer to that as a disorder. They are just..."different". If they crave the domination of humans, then we just have to accept that.
For politicians who want to control society simply for their own wealth, we can class that as a mental illness. We can group it with the addictions that are commonly treated. They only order people to be harmed and imprisoned to advance their careers and earn them money. For the police who are there to "serve and protect", it is a sign of very poor character to be harming the non-violent individuals just because they choose to.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Don't ever...call me...crazy
I once had a girlfriend who I was having a discussion with, and she said something pretty zany. I don't remember what she said, but my response was playful in saying, "ha ha, you're crazy", as I would have said to any of my other friends or family if they uttered the same words. It was something as simple as, I don't like peanut butter, and because I love peanut butter so much, I would say, "you're crazy". Her follow up to that though, was a dead serious statement of, "Don't ever...call me...crazy". My instinctive, immediate response to that was "Only crazy people say that". After that was ten minutes of dead silence where neither of us could socially lubricate the situation.
For whatever reason I said "you're crazy", I did not mean it like, "you belong in an insane asylum", or even, "you're mentally ill". No, I meant it as every person says it to other people that they are comfortable with. After saying it though, neither of us felt anything close to comfort. If you have never thought of yourself as "crazy", whatever that means, then you would not mind at all if someone called you crazy. The same would go if you are a heterosexual, and someone calls you gay, it probably wouldn't bother you at all. The only people who would be seriously bothered by being called anything, are people who have personally questioned that previously.
I think the social label that has been created for "crazy" is just misunderstood. Someone who stands on the street corner and yells to strangers how the world is going to end soon, would be a very legitimate case of crazy. Sure, the world is going to end relatively soon, and everyone knows that deep down, but yelling it to strangers on the street is what classifies that person as crazy. If you have troubles with a legitimate mental illness, you might see the word "crazy" as an attack on you. Nine times out of ten though, it is a playful comment.
I would never call someone crazy if they had been admitted to a mental hospital. I wouldn't even use the term with someone who is having mild emotional issues. I don't use the word crazy to refer to any form of mental illness. I would only use the term when speaking with someone who I am close to, who I would assume is completely aware of the context. Somehow I didn't know the girl I was dating well enough to predict her reaction to a friendly comment. We rarely know people as well as we think we know them, and that is confirmed quite frequently for many people.
For whatever reason I said "you're crazy", I did not mean it like, "you belong in an insane asylum", or even, "you're mentally ill". No, I meant it as every person says it to other people that they are comfortable with. After saying it though, neither of us felt anything close to comfort. If you have never thought of yourself as "crazy", whatever that means, then you would not mind at all if someone called you crazy. The same would go if you are a heterosexual, and someone calls you gay, it probably wouldn't bother you at all. The only people who would be seriously bothered by being called anything, are people who have personally questioned that previously.
I think the social label that has been created for "crazy" is just misunderstood. Someone who stands on the street corner and yells to strangers how the world is going to end soon, would be a very legitimate case of crazy. Sure, the world is going to end relatively soon, and everyone knows that deep down, but yelling it to strangers on the street is what classifies that person as crazy. If you have troubles with a legitimate mental illness, you might see the word "crazy" as an attack on you. Nine times out of ten though, it is a playful comment.
I would never call someone crazy if they had been admitted to a mental hospital. I wouldn't even use the term with someone who is having mild emotional issues. I don't use the word crazy to refer to any form of mental illness. I would only use the term when speaking with someone who I am close to, who I would assume is completely aware of the context. Somehow I didn't know the girl I was dating well enough to predict her reaction to a friendly comment. We rarely know people as well as we think we know them, and that is confirmed quite frequently for many people.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
"Extensive" Grammar
I was once talking to someone I knew, and he said, "You have extensive grammar, I expect a lot from you." I can't actually remember the word he used for it. I don't think it was extensive, but it was a synonym for that. It was one of those things that could sound like a compliment coming from your grandma, but that would never be the intent of such a thing from a fella' you barely know at the sports bar. Plus, he was a life long parks employee, meaning he despised wordsmiths (just a theory of mine).
Anyway, when I heard him say that, I didn't take it as a compliment. I heard it like he expected me to be a liberal arts dropout who dies of a drug overdose. Although that would probably still make the town paper, I wouldn't classify it as a successful finish. I am not always suspicious of people having ulterior motives in what they say, but I didn't feel it was a fully genuine comment.
To show spite to the backhanded compliment, one could fight tooth and nail to become a University English professor, being that there are few other professions that offer great success to the "wordsmith" in North America. Truthfully though, fighting tooth and nail has never been one of my passions. That may actually be another reason that the really hard workers don't like me that much. Many hard workers would say you can't always find work you're "passionate" about, and they'd pronounce passionate in a very "nancy boy" fashion, maybe even doing the quotation marks with their fingers, but some people have to search for their passions.
Another way to spite the perceived backhandedness is not to become wealthy, but to disappear and live an awesome life where you're trying to prove nothing to anyone around your hometown. This method is much more suited to me, especially since I only recently discovered that I don't have the jewish passion for money, like the majority of humans do. That wasn't racist because I didn't capitalize the J. It changes the context of it.
I tried to post an ad on the internet and become an English tutor in Canada, assuming that immigrants may be interested in that. What actually happened though, is that a Canadian born kid got his dad to pay me to do his English homework so he could just focus on his math and science. I discovered quickly that this was not fulfilling at all, and would technically be a crime, so I had to end that arrangement. Now that I live in Southeast Asia, there is more demand for my language skills, and we'll see the results.
Anyway, when I heard him say that, I didn't take it as a compliment. I heard it like he expected me to be a liberal arts dropout who dies of a drug overdose. Although that would probably still make the town paper, I wouldn't classify it as a successful finish. I am not always suspicious of people having ulterior motives in what they say, but I didn't feel it was a fully genuine comment.
To show spite to the backhanded compliment, one could fight tooth and nail to become a University English professor, being that there are few other professions that offer great success to the "wordsmith" in North America. Truthfully though, fighting tooth and nail has never been one of my passions. That may actually be another reason that the really hard workers don't like me that much. Many hard workers would say you can't always find work you're "passionate" about, and they'd pronounce passionate in a very "nancy boy" fashion, maybe even doing the quotation marks with their fingers, but some people have to search for their passions.
Another way to spite the perceived backhandedness is not to become wealthy, but to disappear and live an awesome life where you're trying to prove nothing to anyone around your hometown. This method is much more suited to me, especially since I only recently discovered that I don't have the jewish passion for money, like the majority of humans do. That wasn't racist because I didn't capitalize the J. It changes the context of it.
I tried to post an ad on the internet and become an English tutor in Canada, assuming that immigrants may be interested in that. What actually happened though, is that a Canadian born kid got his dad to pay me to do his English homework so he could just focus on his math and science. I discovered quickly that this was not fulfilling at all, and would technically be a crime, so I had to end that arrangement. Now that I live in Southeast Asia, there is more demand for my language skills, and we'll see the results.
Tissue?
My nephew in Malaysia, who is like three years old, always tries to help teach me how to speak Malay. Every time he tells me a word, and then I repeat it, he says, "no no no", shaking his finger. Then he repeats exactly how we both said it, and does this a few times. Normally it is actually helpful to me, and if he's correct in what he's saying, it teaches me Malay at a very primary level.
We were at a wedding recently though, and we were eating lunch. I asked for him to pass me the napkins, and he said, "no no no, tissue". I said, "oh sorry, right, tissue", and he said "no no no, tissue". Emphasizing one syllable or the other. I again said, "ohhhh, tissue", then he repeatedly told me, "no no no, tissue". I cooperated with this lesson for quite a while until something else came up and interrupted it.
It was funny because he is so dedicated in his teaching, and pronouncing. It was especially funny because he obviously assumes tissue is a Malay word, and although it is how almost every Malaysian refers to a napkin, or serviette, it is an English word as far as I know. It is surprisingly fun to have a three old foreigner try to teach you how to pronounce English words, and that was the first English word I was taught by a three year old foreigner.
We were at a wedding recently though, and we were eating lunch. I asked for him to pass me the napkins, and he said, "no no no, tissue". I said, "oh sorry, right, tissue", and he said "no no no, tissue". Emphasizing one syllable or the other. I again said, "ohhhh, tissue", then he repeatedly told me, "no no no, tissue". I cooperated with this lesson for quite a while until something else came up and interrupted it.
It was funny because he is so dedicated in his teaching, and pronouncing. It was especially funny because he obviously assumes tissue is a Malay word, and although it is how almost every Malaysian refers to a napkin, or serviette, it is an English word as far as I know. It is surprisingly fun to have a three old foreigner try to teach you how to pronounce English words, and that was the first English word I was taught by a three year old foreigner.
Neighbour Rob
My neighbour and I were talking, and he felt that he should show me all his records. I agreed to sit in his garage and look at them. So he’s flipping page after page, showing me his Depeche Mode, New Order, Gary Numan, then he flips the page, and this guy’s awkward face on an album comes up, and Rob changes the page without saying anything. I was like, “Hey! I’m a Girl Watcher!” He didn’t say anything. I repeated myself. “That was the I’m a Girl Watcher guy”. Rob kind of mumbled “yeah”, and kept turning pages, showing me his cool music, and I left it alone.
He was not proud of his secret lust for "The Okaysions", and their voyeur styled music of watching girls.
A few days after that, a family member that I used to have, told me that neighbour Rob is really creepy. I was like, “Really? I didn’t notice”. She said “Yeah, have you heard him whistle?”
He is an incredible whistler.
I envy his whistle. I admire him for his ability to whistle better than the birds can. I had never noticed how being able to whistle so well is creepy. Yeah though, I guess it is super creepy, but I still wish I could whistle so well.
He really whistles better than anyone I’ve heard before.
My First Memory
I remember many things of my early childhood. My father also has a strangely sharp memory of his childhood. My very first memory though, was kind of emotionally scarring. It was my Nana and I, and we were outside in the warm, sunny weather, while she was probably gardening, and I was just being a two year old kid.
I really noticed her little statue of a naked woman. It was about my height, and quite seductive. It was probably a recreation of a Leonardo Da Vinci piece or something. Not knowing why, I approached the little statue and began to hump it. I couldn't give a logical explanation for doing this, and even if I did understand the biology of it, I could barely talk. It just felt right though. Shortly after engaging in this activity, my Nana yelled at me to stop. I couldn't understand why she would scold me for this even less than I understood why I was doing it.
Being my first emotional memory, it probably affected my thought process for the rest of my life onward. Subconsciously, I probably saw sexual behaviour as an improper action. I imagine I unknowingly classed it with crimes, or sins. I know I was much less comfortable with the activity of sexual interaction than most of my friends.
Maybe I can thank my Nana for making me too uncomfortable to close the deal with many girls I was attracted to. Maybe that minor scolding from the early eighties had nothing to do with my inability to make a move. Maybe I'm just such a wuss that I didn't have the courage to risk being turned down by the girls. That's actually much more likely the reality here. Sorry for the potential accusation Nana!
(reasonable facsimile from my memory)
I really noticed her little statue of a naked woman. It was about my height, and quite seductive. It was probably a recreation of a Leonardo Da Vinci piece or something. Not knowing why, I approached the little statue and began to hump it. I couldn't give a logical explanation for doing this, and even if I did understand the biology of it, I could barely talk. It just felt right though. Shortly after engaging in this activity, my Nana yelled at me to stop. I couldn't understand why she would scold me for this even less than I understood why I was doing it.
Being my first emotional memory, it probably affected my thought process for the rest of my life onward. Subconsciously, I probably saw sexual behaviour as an improper action. I imagine I unknowingly classed it with crimes, or sins. I know I was much less comfortable with the activity of sexual interaction than most of my friends.
Maybe I can thank my Nana for making me too uncomfortable to close the deal with many girls I was attracted to. Maybe that minor scolding from the early eighties had nothing to do with my inability to make a move. Maybe I'm just such a wuss that I didn't have the courage to risk being turned down by the girls. That's actually much more likely the reality here. Sorry for the potential accusation Nana!
(reasonable facsimile from my memory)
Class Warfare
People who land in the category of middle class despise the class just below them, and if that class just below middle ever requires government assisted survival, the middle class people see that as stealing from them. When people work for giant corporations and receive minimum wage, they require the government to help them afford food, and/or housing, or living expenses in general.
Middle class pays the government, and the government takes care of the lower class people. The giant corporations pass on the responsibility of wages to their government, and the government collects that money from the middle class, to then pass it on to the needy. The people high up in those corporations are filthy rich, because they have have citizens paying less fortunate citizens to work for their corporations.
Not to name names, but the Walton family, who owns Wal-Mart, is an example of the richest family in America. They each have a disgusting net worth, and their employees make minimum wage. When citizens ask for the minimum wage to be raised a bit, they are called greedy, and the government explains in a very complicated fashion of how that would not benefit anyone, because it would cause prices to go up, making everyone more poor.
The fact that a family who owns the company of Wal-Mart can be record settingly rich, shows that the money is being misdistributed. The rich want to avoid equality at all costs; and make sure that all those costs go to someone else. When anyone in the lower income bracket says, "Hey, this is fucked up", then the ultra rich, and even the government itself, declare, "That is class warfare!" When anyone utters the term "class warfare", everyone has to shut up, because it is categorized with racism. It is nothing like racism though.
America is set up like a sports match. You have the winners and the losers. The people who get expensive trophies, and the people who go hungry, and live in poverty. That may be a mixture of two examples there, but it can also be a suited combination of the two. It is nearly time for what some call, a "revolution", but that is probably a prohibited term like "equality". So, however you approach the situation, be cautious.
Middle class pays the government, and the government takes care of the lower class people. The giant corporations pass on the responsibility of wages to their government, and the government collects that money from the middle class, to then pass it on to the needy. The people high up in those corporations are filthy rich, because they have have citizens paying less fortunate citizens to work for their corporations.
Not to name names, but the Walton family, who owns Wal-Mart, is an example of the richest family in America. They each have a disgusting net worth, and their employees make minimum wage. When citizens ask for the minimum wage to be raised a bit, they are called greedy, and the government explains in a very complicated fashion of how that would not benefit anyone, because it would cause prices to go up, making everyone more poor.
The fact that a family who owns the company of Wal-Mart can be record settingly rich, shows that the money is being misdistributed. The rich want to avoid equality at all costs; and make sure that all those costs go to someone else. When anyone in the lower income bracket says, "Hey, this is fucked up", then the ultra rich, and even the government itself, declare, "That is class warfare!" When anyone utters the term "class warfare", everyone has to shut up, because it is categorized with racism. It is nothing like racism though.
America is set up like a sports match. You have the winners and the losers. The people who get expensive trophies, and the people who go hungry, and live in poverty. That may be a mixture of two examples there, but it can also be a suited combination of the two. It is nearly time for what some call, a "revolution", but that is probably a prohibited term like "equality". So, however you approach the situation, be cautious.
Bacon
I have another zany theory about a mass trend. We all noticed when bacon became more than popular. Something about the public view on bacon changed. It was something where you could just say, "BACON!", and people who were part of the movement would just laugh, or high five. People liked bacon just as much before this movement, but they almost created a sort of bacon community. It created a way for people without a sense of humour to say something that would get laughs from the entire new community of bacon. People started doing strange new things with bacon that were never considered before. They would mix bacon with things like...ice cream, or chocolate, and it would end up actually tasting good, because to mix sweet and savoury flavours actually works.
The fast food places were all over this bacon movement, and they may have even started it. People could see a funny commercial about bacon, and it would remind them of their passion for it. Then people could be so inspired by their love for this factory meat product, that they would pass on a funny message to all their social media contacts. Being that it was such a simple, common message that many could relate with, it would gather several people's agreement. Those people could then feel the same craving, and pass on a social message of their "own".
Nobody thought anything was weird about this wave of common interest; not even myself, who is one of the most neurotic, paranoid people I know. Recently though, I thought of something my father always told me. Every time the oil companies would want to do a hike in gas prices, they would drastically raise the price for a week or so, then lower it back down to a price that was still higher than what it previously was. If they raised it by twenty percent, then lowered it back down by ten percent, then people would just say how, "gas is cheap today, better fill up". The raise in price was forgotten, and no one was cranky anymore. He said that this was just like the bacon price hike in the seventies.
So, my theory is that the bacon industry is planning for a big hike in the price of bacon. They have to first use the power of media to get people so bacon crazy that they don't even care that the price goes up. People will say, "Bacon is twice the price, but I can't stop eating it". Then, the friends can pat each other on the back and laugh, as they walk with their bacon comrades to buy bacon. I imagine they will first raise the price by one hundred percent, then lower it by fifty percent. I know, it sounds a lot more extreme than the gas price hike, and that's why I think they are making sure that people "love" bacon as much as they can.
The fast food places were all over this bacon movement, and they may have even started it. People could see a funny commercial about bacon, and it would remind them of their passion for it. Then people could be so inspired by their love for this factory meat product, that they would pass on a funny message to all their social media contacts. Being that it was such a simple, common message that many could relate with, it would gather several people's agreement. Those people could then feel the same craving, and pass on a social message of their "own".
Nobody thought anything was weird about this wave of common interest; not even myself, who is one of the most neurotic, paranoid people I know. Recently though, I thought of something my father always told me. Every time the oil companies would want to do a hike in gas prices, they would drastically raise the price for a week or so, then lower it back down to a price that was still higher than what it previously was. If they raised it by twenty percent, then lowered it back down by ten percent, then people would just say how, "gas is cheap today, better fill up". The raise in price was forgotten, and no one was cranky anymore. He said that this was just like the bacon price hike in the seventies.
So, my theory is that the bacon industry is planning for a big hike in the price of bacon. They have to first use the power of media to get people so bacon crazy that they don't even care that the price goes up. People will say, "Bacon is twice the price, but I can't stop eating it". Then, the friends can pat each other on the back and laugh, as they walk with their bacon comrades to buy bacon. I imagine they will first raise the price by one hundred percent, then lower it by fifty percent. I know, it sounds a lot more extreme than the gas price hike, and that's why I think they are making sure that people "love" bacon as much as they can.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Land of the Free*
There was a time when everything could be done at no cost with a little work. If you wanted to eat, you could grow your food, and hunt for your food. If you wanted to blow your nose, you blew it in a rag, or "handkerchief" and then washed it. If you wanted to amuse yourself, you'd go outside and do things. If you had to take a shit, you could go in the hole, and then wash your ass. Getting into everything that hemp could do for you is a whole other issue, but it caters to many tasks, it's relatively easy to grow, and it is very resilient, or as the gardeners say, "hardy".
Then came a wave of people who decided that everything you do should cost you something. They felt that eating should only be available through corporations. If you wanted to eat, then they would give you the food, and you would give them money. If you wanted to blow your nose, then you use a Kleenex, which is a disposable tissue that costs money. If you want to be amused, you watch your television that you purchased. If you wanted to even take a shit, then you sit on your porcelain toilet, wipe your ass with purchased toilet paper, and flush away the excrement with water provided by the water services, that your government sets you up with.
Nothing is free anymore, and some people want to make sure it doesn't become that way again. Corporations grow your produce, and in many areas it is illegal to grow your own. Factories butcher your meat, and there is no way that you can have cattle in your manicured communities. There are corporations that cater to your every need, and forbid you to try to do these things independently. When I accuse America of this, I don't mean specifically the United States of that continent, I mean Canada too, and the UK as well, I am sure. Everyone is a customer.
Every "indigenous" tribe that is not dependent on the merchant society is a threat to this way of living. They are proof that the merchant society has never been necessary, and that people could choose to live without them. There are still aboriginals all over the world who may eventually show the consumer society how they could alternatively live. We know that merchant society would not encourage this on television though, and the majority of the customers would not like this idea, because they are lazy and hate the idea of more work just to live. They just want to be entertained, and spend money. Things probably won't steer away from this new way of living, because not enough people want that.
Then came a wave of people who decided that everything you do should cost you something. They felt that eating should only be available through corporations. If you wanted to eat, then they would give you the food, and you would give them money. If you wanted to blow your nose, then you use a Kleenex, which is a disposable tissue that costs money. If you want to be amused, you watch your television that you purchased. If you wanted to even take a shit, then you sit on your porcelain toilet, wipe your ass with purchased toilet paper, and flush away the excrement with water provided by the water services, that your government sets you up with.
Nothing is free anymore, and some people want to make sure it doesn't become that way again. Corporations grow your produce, and in many areas it is illegal to grow your own. Factories butcher your meat, and there is no way that you can have cattle in your manicured communities. There are corporations that cater to your every need, and forbid you to try to do these things independently. When I accuse America of this, I don't mean specifically the United States of that continent, I mean Canada too, and the UK as well, I am sure. Everyone is a customer.
Every "indigenous" tribe that is not dependent on the merchant society is a threat to this way of living. They are proof that the merchant society has never been necessary, and that people could choose to live without them. There are still aboriginals all over the world who may eventually show the consumer society how they could alternatively live. We know that merchant society would not encourage this on television though, and the majority of the customers would not like this idea, because they are lazy and hate the idea of more work just to live. They just want to be entertained, and spend money. Things probably won't steer away from this new way of living, because not enough people want that.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
America
The people of America (at least the U.S. and Canada) almost all have a strong passion for money. They mostly see themselves as being rich someday. They all support this idea of capitalism that they feel will bring them to riches. They think that capitalism is the opportunity for every individual to rise above all the others. In reality though, the majority of them who think like this don't even understand how their economy works. They just know that they want to be as far away from socialism as they can be, because their government convinces them of that; even though the majority of them also don't understand how socialism works either.
The truth behind it all, is that they are not even technically working under a capitalism model, and they are all working under corporatism. Very few of them are independent business owners, and they're just working for large corporations that are owned by rich people who despise the employees who, they feel, constantly ask for more. This model of living is closer to communism than capitalism. They have ultra rich leaders, who can easily manipulate any laws at their wish, and they all work for the same money, with no benefits, no vacation, and no hope for actual advancement in the company. The only difference from communism, is that they are responsible for finding their own food and shelter.
People in that large group, who are paid very little, wasting most of their lives on tedious work, have to be distracted and entertained to keep satisfied with their existence. So long they have their sports to watch, and their beer to drink, they will keep quiet; or loud, but satisfied. It would be disastrous if the majority of these workers understood how their owners operate. They would see that this type of world is not designed for them, and if they did understand that, then there is risk of an uprising. For the ones who don't like sports, the controllers have many pointless shows that they refer to as "reality". These shows give people ideas of what their frivolous lives could be like. Even if they don't act on it, the shallow fantasy of something makes the wretched reality of nothing, more bearable.
Very few of the American public realize that this is life. They see what life could be like, as they watch movies, or tv shows, but they don't see that they are actually spending their life, as they fantasize...about life. These people are not meant to be involved in the financial world that happens around them. They are not the rare, successful one percent who make decisions of what is going to change, and what is going to stay the same. These people are the majority, who are just meant to work for the people in control. If they decide to go against the big plan, then they have to be put away so that they cause no interference.
Majority doesn't rule, it never will. Majority likes to be controlled. It doesn't want to make decisions on how to be, it just wants to be.
The truth behind it all, is that they are not even technically working under a capitalism model, and they are all working under corporatism. Very few of them are independent business owners, and they're just working for large corporations that are owned by rich people who despise the employees who, they feel, constantly ask for more. This model of living is closer to communism than capitalism. They have ultra rich leaders, who can easily manipulate any laws at their wish, and they all work for the same money, with no benefits, no vacation, and no hope for actual advancement in the company. The only difference from communism, is that they are responsible for finding their own food and shelter.
People in that large group, who are paid very little, wasting most of their lives on tedious work, have to be distracted and entertained to keep satisfied with their existence. So long they have their sports to watch, and their beer to drink, they will keep quiet; or loud, but satisfied. It would be disastrous if the majority of these workers understood how their owners operate. They would see that this type of world is not designed for them, and if they did understand that, then there is risk of an uprising. For the ones who don't like sports, the controllers have many pointless shows that they refer to as "reality". These shows give people ideas of what their frivolous lives could be like. Even if they don't act on it, the shallow fantasy of something makes the wretched reality of nothing, more bearable.
Very few of the American public realize that this is life. They see what life could be like, as they watch movies, or tv shows, but they don't see that they are actually spending their life, as they fantasize...about life. These people are not meant to be involved in the financial world that happens around them. They are not the rare, successful one percent who make decisions of what is going to change, and what is going to stay the same. These people are the majority, who are just meant to work for the people in control. If they decide to go against the big plan, then they have to be put away so that they cause no interference.
Majority doesn't rule, it never will. Majority likes to be controlled. It doesn't want to make decisions on how to be, it just wants to be.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Three Travel Stories I don't Want My Mom to Know
The three stories I don’t want my mom to know about on my
travels to different countries:
1. The time when I was snorkeling in the Atlantic ocean, around a coral reef just off the coast of Holguin, Cuba, and a current suddenly came and moved me 6 feet to the left almost instantly. I was stopped by the jagged coral reef, and it felt like a knife in my ankle. I kept treading water and dealt with the pain. After about a minute I put my head back under the water to look at my ankle. It was covered in blood. I didn’t think much of it until something I’d heard years ago flashed into my mind. A shark can smell blood from like a mile away. My heart immediately started pounding, and I thought how this is just going to speed up the bleeding. I turned toward the shore and started swimming faster than I ever have before. It was about a hundred meters to swim and I was pumping my arms and legs, non-stop, at full Stephen velocity.
I finally got close enough that I could touch bottom on my hands and knees, I frantically crawled from the water and looked down at my ankle. It was covered in blood. It looked like a serious wound. Even though I safely made it back to shore, I still refer to that as the time I was attacked by a shark in Cuba. That is the first experience I will probably never tell my mom about. I don’t need her to worry about me any more than she currently does while I travel.
1. The time when I was snorkeling in the Atlantic ocean, around a coral reef just off the coast of Holguin, Cuba, and a current suddenly came and moved me 6 feet to the left almost instantly. I was stopped by the jagged coral reef, and it felt like a knife in my ankle. I kept treading water and dealt with the pain. After about a minute I put my head back under the water to look at my ankle. It was covered in blood. I didn’t think much of it until something I’d heard years ago flashed into my mind. A shark can smell blood from like a mile away. My heart immediately started pounding, and I thought how this is just going to speed up the bleeding. I turned toward the shore and started swimming faster than I ever have before. It was about a hundred meters to swim and I was pumping my arms and legs, non-stop, at full Stephen velocity.
I finally got close enough that I could touch bottom on my hands and knees, I frantically crawled from the water and looked down at my ankle. It was covered in blood. It looked like a serious wound. Even though I safely made it back to shore, I still refer to that as the time I was attacked by a shark in Cuba. That is the first experience I will probably never tell my mom about. I don’t need her to worry about me any more than she currently does while I travel.
2. I was living on the island of Langkawi, Malaysia, for a few months. A friend of mine there invited me to come out to the music studio that was in his friend’s house. It was at the edge of a jungle, near the ocean. It was a beautiful view, and very relaxing. I was relaxed until the friend told us of how the day before, a cobra snake slithered right into his house. They called the animal control people who deal with cobra snakes, and it was picked up. It was no big deal for everyone there, but I could not get my mind off it while sitting on the floor in the studio. I thought, a cobra snake bite is something I probably wouldn’t survive. It is probably the most deadly bite you can get. I can’t ever tell my mom about that.
3. Just this morning, on February 3rd, 2014, in Bentong, Malaysia, my wife was working on her cat house she is building for the several cats that kind of live on the property. I was out there to help her a bit, and get bitten by some mosquitoes. That is my mom’s biggest fear with me being in Malaysia, the disease carrying mosquitoes. She assumes malaria is the problem with mosquitoes here, but it’s actually dengue fever; which isn’t quite as bad as malaria. After we came in, my wife told me how she found these four scorpions under one of the blocks she picked up. To ease the look of terror on my face, she mentioned how they were just little ones. I said to her how little ones are more deadly! That was just a Man vs Wild fact I had heard, but I really trust it. I am such a wussy when it comes to scorpions, but I feel like that is a logical fear. I definitely won’t tell my mom about that story, ever.
My mom worries a lot when I go to countries outside of
Canada, so I try to make her feel like it’s no big deal. Telling her any of
these stories would conflict with the comfort I try to give to her.
Friday, January 17, 2014
Visa Runs
The duration of the permitted visit to Malaysia for a Canadian is 90 days. After your 90 days are up, you have to do something that is actually quite simple, and enjoyable. You have to leave the country for three days, and when you return, your visa has another 90 days on it. I discovered that after several times of doing this, immigration will say, "Hey, c'mon, this is not right. You can't keep doing this". I have really enjoyed my visa runs though.
On the first visa run, we went to Singapore, which actually used to be a part of Malaysia. It is an island and it is very Americanized. Their currency is at par with the American dollar, and because I was in Southeast Asia, I spent like I was still in Malaysia. To stay in a grubby hotel in "Little India" for four days, drove me - no, flew me to the "poor house". We weren't really on a vacation though, we were simply on a visa run. We didn't do anything like tourists should do, we just walked around like locals.
On my next visa run, we went to Hatyai, Thailand. We took a twelve hour train there, and now, like long flights, I am sick of long train rides. In Thailand, the currency rate is much more comparable to Malaysia, but we stayed in an even cheaper place. Again, we treated this like a visa run, and not a vacation, so the only touristy thing we did was take a recreational ride on a tuktuk. It may actually be called a tuk tuk. One word or two though, it is just a tiny truck where you sit in the back in a roofed pick up bed, with bench seating.
My next visa run was a vacation. We went to Bali, Indonesia, and loved it. We were in a nice hotel,a walk from the beach, and we ate very well. On our first night we were wondering where we could go to eat, and the hotel manager was trying to help us with suggestions. He then remembered there is a little family restaurant right in the same parking lot as the hotel. We ended up going there every day we were in Bali. The owners were very courteous to us, and even gave a departing gift of their local chili peppers that we told her we were quite fond of.
So thanks to my visa runs, I have seen more of Southeast Asia than I have seen of Canada, where I am from.
On the first visa run, we went to Singapore, which actually used to be a part of Malaysia. It is an island and it is very Americanized. Their currency is at par with the American dollar, and because I was in Southeast Asia, I spent like I was still in Malaysia. To stay in a grubby hotel in "Little India" for four days, drove me - no, flew me to the "poor house". We weren't really on a vacation though, we were simply on a visa run. We didn't do anything like tourists should do, we just walked around like locals.
On my next visa run, we went to Hatyai, Thailand. We took a twelve hour train there, and now, like long flights, I am sick of long train rides. In Thailand, the currency rate is much more comparable to Malaysia, but we stayed in an even cheaper place. Again, we treated this like a visa run, and not a vacation, so the only touristy thing we did was take a recreational ride on a tuktuk. It may actually be called a tuk tuk. One word or two though, it is just a tiny truck where you sit in the back in a roofed pick up bed, with bench seating.
My next visa run was a vacation. We went to Bali, Indonesia, and loved it. We were in a nice hotel,a walk from the beach, and we ate very well. On our first night we were wondering where we could go to eat, and the hotel manager was trying to help us with suggestions. He then remembered there is a little family restaurant right in the same parking lot as the hotel. We ended up going there every day we were in Bali. The owners were very courteous to us, and even gave a departing gift of their local chili peppers that we told her we were quite fond of.
So thanks to my visa runs, I have seen more of Southeast Asia than I have seen of Canada, where I am from.
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