Tag: shite

shit happens

after a most agonising three hours trying to figure wtf is wrong with the computer, formatting, reinstalling, rebooting, i give up. what say you if you see the blue screen of the death every other minute. a beauty, isn’t she? inevitable as fuck.

in times like these i’ll usually throw a fit and start mumbling out quite useless incoherent epitaphs to the deceased one. and sing whatever words that seem to come out.
but whatever. i shall be a darling and study for the rest of the week, read whatever needs to be read, and write whatever that needs to be written.
shit happens. and it happens often.
atau kalau kamu kenal aku masa zaman ketahian masa form 5, aku akan cakap ini;
“tahi sungguh”.

MLM shittery

Beberapa minggu lalu, aku tiba tiba end up and tag along seseorang dalam sebuah talk yang mempromosi pakej pendidikan online dan kemudian mengajak orang-orang yang ‘mahu menjana pendapatan sambilan’ supaya join the crew. Fuckers. I knew this thing looked shady from the start. ‘Ceramah pendidikan’ was the only info i got before going into that hall.
Step inside you get a bunch of old men and women in their 30s and 40s waiting for the thing to start. All the while people working there clad in tuxedos and glittery initials pins smartly placed at their tuxs looking like smartasses and mamat berkerjaya. Macam hari kau nak pergi interview scholarship or something. making a presentation. bullshit gila aku beritahu kamu.
Guy comes and talks about how this thing works, opening with how ‘zaman sekarang zaman IT, dan semuanya online’ dan merepek pasal ‘semua orang nak anak dia pandai’, gives a few examples on how much money is poured by the goverment on how to realize 100% sekolah bestari. Siap bagi bajet rmk-10 lagi. Then goes on to how important it is to take action now and embrace this thing.
The thing is, I wasn’t even really listening to this sort of thing. the whole time, i was reading The Boy Who Looked at Clouds while listening to songs by The Kinks and the like .Only when the guy in front yelled (even with the microphone) something funny like, “Anda mahu jadi berjaya macam saya?” that I looked up and gave a dirty look. Interestingly though, all the other people, the audience, or moneygrubbers, were thoroughly excited everytime when the guy empasized on how much money you would earn if you did this and that. Very impressionable, perhaps.
Now, I don’t hold anything against this whole programme/package thingy, but what the fuck? How can something like an online buku kerja costs nearly Rm600? I’ve never paid anything online my whole life, and perhaps will never since I have piratebay.org to fullfill my downloading and leeching needs, except when ordering Kinokuniya books online. And those books are physical objects. But something, a product which is generated online, and costs not much maintainence, selling things exceedingly beyond what they worth, is full of shit. If one of these uh people manage to sell one package, they got a clean profit of nearly half the price. Smart fuckers, eyh?
But still, people go and buy this sorta stuff, believing that it will somehow menaikkan bilangan A dan markah dalam mata pelajaran. The same reason parents send their children to tuitions. Now, I never believed in tuitions. That sort of thing is fucked up. Why pay for something when you can learn it by yourself, and get free classes in school? I remember going for Maths and Biology classes when I was in Form 4 and I hated it. Quitted after two weeks. Perhaps I hated the fact the teachers were teaching in Bahasa, and mis-pronouncing a few English words. Heh jahat gila. But at least, it’s an honest labour by teachers, which makes paying for it worthwhile.
But anyway, the product aside, which already creates a large amount of moolah, this shady guy also promoted to everyone to join the crew and help find other interested people to join the crew. for a fee. Find a guy and you get some comission. More moolah. And then he goes yelling about how ‘saya berhenti kerja untuk menumpukan terhadap kerjaya ini yang nyata lebih menguntungkan’ and how he now earns more than his previous boss. Again, more orgasmic wows from the audience. Another dirty look from me.
After an agonizing two hours in that place, aku dan kawan aku pun pergi blah before those dudes ramble some more about some ‘kursus khas’. But of course, the one who initially asked her to come somewhat managed to stopped us to go minum minum dulu. Ugh. Nasib baik kena belanja. Dan of course we didn’t want anything to do with this.
You see, I don’t hold much against these kind of people. It’s their right to hoard all the wealth they can, because perhaps, they do have some needs and some family to feed and all that, but it’s all fucking materialistic. I’m sick of being tagged in Facebook by some stranger showing off loads of RM50 ringgit notes which he probably took from somewhere else, and some car in which he probably bought second-handed and paying in installments for ten years. I get it. You people love money.
Perhaps I’m not in a position to talk about it since I don’t have much need for it, at least for now. The only object I desire for now a is a pair of Dr Marten boots (sila usha sangat awesome) . I don’t believe in saving up for the future, and even investing. I don’t believe in easy money, no matter how halal you say it is. My own cousin owes my dad thousands of ringgit for getting into this shit.
Fuck you, MLM.

because i don’t care

This is out of boredom and eagerness to write something before actually going on a internet hiatus (mungkin) in order to indulge reading Trainspotting (Irvine Welsh) I’m only through the first twenty pages but I kept laughing every five minutes. It’s hilarious, and sad, in many different ways. In thick Scottish accent. It’s a kinda feeling you get when you read To Kill A Mockingbird. Except that it’s about doing heroin instead of childhood innocence and scary neighbours (they’re called cunts instead)

I’m in a good mood since morning, save for my lips are a little chapped, so what the heck.

It is September after all, the month of supremacy.

***

Sometimes, I could be the largest ignorant in the world when it comes to trivial things like ironing every inch of your shirt, or whether you should write properly for a submitted homework, or why people like to fuss over different styles of wearing tudung. It puzzles me, actually. Because I couldn’t be bothered.

I don’t see the point, really, whether people would care if you’d wear green or purple, whether you’d have different hairstyles, and so on, and so forth. They’d notice, yes, but they won’t care. Even if they do, it wouldn’t last more than a minute. Or only a friendly gesture like “Oh, cool shirt dude” and you’d go thinking about it for weeks. As if you’d get a fucking medal. Naturally, I don’t give an inkling.

This may, in effect, contribute to the fact that I get bored most of the time when surrounded by a lot of normal people, in classes, and hanging out with the same people (it doesn’t matter who). But I’m trying to be more decent. Every single effing day.

Perhaps I do, actually care, you know. But I shall always regard many things as unimportant, because what matters most is the idea, and not the presentation. But of course, a presentation/action of an idea/thought, must convey the greatness of an idea, in order for people to appreciate/understand what is to be conveyed, but in that aspect, I fail miserably.

This failure of mine, in return, results in such awkwardness, tactlessness, indifference, boorishness, incoherence, sarcasm, and all that shite.

Because I know, deep in my own consciousness, that I have a real different conception on morality, that it tortures me whenever I don’t feel guilt over anything I say, do, or think. Lack of remorse, they say. There’s an actual term for it, actuallyLike the stereotypical idiom goes, as we can imply here, I “see things in a different light”. Ugh.

So when you finally care, you don’t really look like it. You end up offending people, undermining them, confuse them, make them go wtf, and whatever comes next.