Broken Shield and Sword

Now how come we don’t hear more of this guy?

http://www.sun2surf.com/article.cfm?id=11885

1. Vivian and Tiara, I found the loveliest Faery organizer and calendar. Will post the links later when I get them from work, but who wants which one? I can afford both, but you’ll have to choose.

2. Kyle, will this be acceptable? It was the book I was telling you about.

3. Bee-chan! I’m giving you a calendar. Found one on daily psalms. Failing that, do you want a Fruits Basket or Yuyu Hakusho calendar? BTW, Have got job opportunity for you. Dad asking whether you interested.

4. Sam.. Uh… No idea yet. Heh. *Sweatdrop*

5. Phil and Barb… uh… same thing.

6. Um.. Leo? One book of Megatokyo?

7. Um… to the others… Who did I forget? *Rubs hand back of head sheepishly*

Found this one on Sashi’s blog. Now, here’s my two cents on it.

On one side, I can see why these people are alarmed. Here, according to the paper, you have this guy dispensing information, so to speak, on the best places to get drugs, why he gets drugs, and what kind of drugs (at least I think for the second two, I haven’t read his blog).

On the other, you have the Metro Ahad (which should tip you off if you’re a Malaysian. Any paper with the word Metro in the title tend to be a bit of community newspaper in a very tabloid-ish manner. Did I mention the many ads in it?) which looks like it’s trying to be a responsible newspaper, but for some reason, it looks like it’s failed.

The article seems to be painted, with long, broad strokes, of stereotypical-ness. According to it, people who were curious to try drugs will now try it, since such information has been made available to them. Oddly enough, for me at least, the more I read about these things, the more I get turned off by it. It seems not worth getting into a habit that’ll cost me hundreds of ringgit for a two minute high (or more or less).

The way the article was written though, more or less guarantees that people will want to go to that site and check it out for themselves. Way too much information was published, information that could have been kept until a further time when the authorities would like to clamp down on blogs.

The sad thing is, Malaysia has a policy of not policing the Internet. This is one instance where I agree that this was too much (the poster and information posted on his blog). However, might I also point out that they could have written it better? I suppose though, that to the tabloids, handling anything in a mature and adult manner without painting people in a stereotypical light is asking for too much.

My problem ain’t with the content. It’s the way of writing and the words used that irk me.

While chatting with Kyle, he passed me this.

I laughed my head off. Been a long time since then. Now, where did the Fangirl Uprising threads go?

Edit: Found one and another.  And now I write. ^_^

Beware my insanity. ^_^

Parents are away, so I binge.

Dinner was salty sausages (not enough sauce if you ask me) with chicken chop and Chinese tea for dinner.

I’ll write more later.

Simply this:

The greatest form of treachery you can do to your country is not leaving it for a better place, but staying in it, complaining about the government, and choosing not to vote, simply because you say it’s a futile exercise.

Then don’t complain when you don’t get the government you wanted, BAKA!

The things I do on Tarot.com

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Had a really peculiar dream two nights ago.

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There comes a time in everyone’s life that we realise that the people who raised us doesn’t have all the answers. That sadly, they are human and fallible. That knowledge is terrible and painful, but it is the realisation that hurts you the most. The worse that can happen is that you realise that your rock is not really a rock, but a quagmire (Been wanting to use that word for ages- Me), a quicksand that is dragging you down so slowly, you can’t even see it until you’re halfway down.

This disillusionment, though neccessary for us to grow up and accept ourselves as adults, does not come witout a price. The price is often paid by both sides, though with different coinage at times.

On one side, you may have the child who refuses to accept that their guardians don’t know everything. After a while, that child may either grow up to b cycnical, live under a coconut shell and refuse to come out, or they may choose to live their life their own way, leaving everything that they have gained, or everything that once brought them comfort behind.

For the parents, they either choose to let their child go, or they refuse to see that their child no longer needs wants to believe them. They try to play the role of the all-seeing one, despite the fact that their child sees through their acting and refuses to accept it. For their parents still wear a mask and yet have the gall to demand openess and honesty from them, but the child refuses to bow down to them.

Sometimes childhood illusions, should be left alone. Others, you have to shatter them. You may have 7 years bad luck if you do, but it’s better than living in a dream that isn’t yours and being pulled to do something that you don’t want to handle.

Reflections are something that we seem to take a lot of interest in. Mirrors, glass, shards, reflections… Are we really as narcisstic as we seem? We spend a lot of time looking at ourselves in the mirror, and at the same time, in finding pieces of ourselves reflected in others.We are drawn, some say, to people who complement us, who complete us. But doesn’t that seem to you that we just want to put our best foot forward? That we want to be seen as perfect?

There is an increaing tendency these days to go for those who are less than perfect. We go for the broken-hearted, for the people who have flaws, for those we know are not whole in mind or emotions. I don’t mean those who are deeply emotionally scarred, I mean the ones who have their hearts broken and are scared to live again.

Then again, it could just be me. It could just be that I’m attarcted to these shards of glass. I look at myself in the mirror and I think, “Damnit, I look good/bad.� When I see shards of glass though, I wonder, “Pretty. Hmm… I wonder what can I do with them?�

I find it is often harder to make something out of something perfect and unblemished. I feel relunctant to do so. Yet when I see a piece of paper that is discarded for the wrong size but is still fairly pretty, I wonder what I can make with it.

Then again, some could argue that this is my way of looking for perfection in imperfection. Doesn’t imperfection read as the abbreviated version of “I’m Perfection”?

Think about it.