Addiction

Another serious post.. what is with me? Too serious nowadays.. need to post some nonsense for the sake of it... just to stop the overwhelming gloom these days.

Just watched an anti-drug video.. and something just struck me. Hallelujah, I see the light! .......Yea right. People get addicted to many things, and they crave and crave for it excessively.. I'm talking about objects, like drugs, smoking, drinking, games... why exactly does it happen?

Popular opinion states the most obvious - cos they take too much of it, and it becomes part of their habit, and it becomes them. They are hooked onto the pleasure-inducing portion of it all, into the sense of satisfaction it gives them.. but why, in the first place, do they start?

Social pressure? Yes, one of the reasons is social pressure. Friends all smoke, I smoke. Friends take drugs, so it's cool to do it. Everyone is DoTAing, why not me? The need to fit into the crowd can be so great, it can be a pretty simple task to pressure an innocent child into murder. Sounds exaggerated, but it's much easier than it seems.

But I think the much bigger reason.. is escapism. We try to use these things as an avenue to escape from life, from our past, from bad memories or good ones that have left.. from ourselves. We use it to pretend the world is all about the smoke in the brain, all about the lovely colours you get when you take drugs, all about the next creep to kill, the next hero to gang. It may seem like a good refresh from the pressures of life, from the pain of loss and heartbreak, but in the end, it becomes a part of you, it consumes you more than the thing you try to escape.

That is addiction.. what I think of it. Not merely a small matter of taking too much of something.. it's even more complicated when you try to break it.. because to have the will to break it, the problem lies within the addict.. within what they are trying to escape from. If it is not resolved.. it may never go away.

Just a thought.

Bonds

When you make any relationship with people, romance or friendship or parenthood.. it cuts both ways.. every joy they have you might not share, and yet, wounds spread fast.. even when you cannot fully understand it or why you feel it.

Or is it only the ego that needs to be satisfied.. thinking you must be so great, as to be everyone's saviour? Like being God or something. Or being obsessed?

Odd. Anyway, back to work.

Top essay questions to answer

1. Philosophy 101 : " What is emptiness?"

Answer :
























2. Theology : " Pick one of the seven sins that applies most to your life, and describe how it disrupts your relationship with God"

Answer : Sloth ( underlining or 'zzzzzz's optional )



3. Psychology : " Define courage, and its relevance in the human psyche " *

Answer : THIS is courage!! ( write in BOLD, and immediately slam in front of marker's table for effect. )

* Alternate question - " Define madness, and its relevance.."

Just. Because.

Why am I doing this? It's so cruel, there are no words for how terrible it is.. it is undeniably, absolutely ruthless, evil, pure total carnage of literature.

What am I going to do?

PART 1 of : TiTaNiC Singlish Version!!

Warning : explicit content ahead


Ok lah, the story begin long long ago, in the Southern province of the Pacific Ocean. Or Atlantic. Dunno dun care.
What happening siah? Orhhh... got one treasure hunter hor, very kiasu one.. people go find Malaysia oil palm he look for Titanic. " Why ah? Because hor, Titanic got this big big diamond siahh.. then find can sell become damn rich !! Buy condo then drive Mercedes and everday enjoy life in Geylang siah!! SHIOK!"


So he look look look look look look all the way from Boon Lay to Pasir Ris then one day his khaki tell him " EH GOT SOMETHING!!! " Ehhhhhh it's a BOX siah!! He damn happy, cos box sure got treasure inside one! Except K Box lah.. that one different story. So he high oredy, call all de bhangra come together celebrate, then all go " YUUUUUMMMMM SEEEENGGG!!!!" then all go open!
" WAH BOSS!!! SIBEH HOU AH!!" " GOt the diamond???" " No leh.. but got 1702 FHM siah... instant nosebleed one!"

Hmm... wah, better go find this FHM babe siah... so he find then how? SI MI LAN... o ya, she by now old grandma oredy.. sian diaoooozzzZZz

But then he use his otak think then... eh, the diamond leh?? Maybe she keep somewhere siah.. so he ask her very very politely, cos that time still got the courtesy campaign..
" OY LAO ZHA BOR!! YOUR DIAMOND THROW WHERE SIAH??"

So how? Yah lah of course comprain to Gahmen lah... then he kena fine.. then he say sorry a lot then she say " Ok lahh.. gif u chance... I tell you story..."
" Si mi lann... need 2 heear grandmother story..." " You wan hear or dunwan hear?"

.....................................................................And sooooooOOoooOOoo.............................................



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Heroes~

This is for all of you heroes out there..

What does the word mean to you? An action figure? Soldiers who defend the country, Marvel characters, inspirational writers. Your icons of greatness and contribution, who help everyone else and achieve great recognition for their service.

But what of those.. that do not recieve this recognition?

Heroes, in actual fact, are far more human, and among us, than we might think. What is my definition of them? * ( it is, after all, MY blog, so you listen to my definition, haha)

To them..

You listen to people. You support them from the back, you give them time when they need it, your time, and their own. You sacrifice what you have to help them, to get them through their times of need.. You cheer them up with all you can , with what you have, and you bring their life back to them. But who really takes care of you? Who listens, who knows the turmoil that you have within? Who can see through the sunshine you try to create on yourself, and to pierce the emptiness within your soul, hidden within the flowers that make you look "normal", contented, strong? Or the brick wall, the castle that you are, sheltering them from the wind and rain, and you yourself wear out in time, cracks appear, pipes break, and nothing is left of you... except that which you protected.. Who will save the heroes.........?

Yet you continue to perservere, to hide the pain and the scars in yourself, to inspire everyone else, to try all you can to give aid where it is needed. The beautiful face without a name, the lovely veil to hide the shame.. You may be stronger than most of us can be, but always remember that even the strongest may need help. Do not be afraid to seek it, to ask for another person to share your woes, to lend you a hand, because you have given yours out many more times.

To all of you out there...

Thank you for being one.