Suicide as a better alternative to life

So Dionne told me not to be such a pessimist today. It sort of got me into thinking out stuff. Well, its common knowledge that I’ve got this suicidal tendency for as long as I lived. But can you just assume that suicide’s supposed to be pessimistic? Well, don’t take it at face-value man. Suicide is just a better alternative to life. Since its a better path, why not take it? Why must the law condemn suicide? On what basis can they dictate our existence?

We all crave for better alternatives, like larger houses, branded automobiles, fatter paychecks and stuff. Why not extend it just a little further to better lives? Since we cannot deny that every step we intend to take in life is to better it, why not ending it be one of them? Why is death such a haunting prospect to others when one is willing?

In this case, what they’re proving is that life is a one-way thing. Your mom and dad brought you to life without your consent in the first place and what actually happens later on is that you can’t turn back. But are you even willing to enter this world in the first place? Well, at that point in time when you are conceived, you are in no position to decide. But now that you are mature enough to make decisions on your own, we should all agree that this better alternative to end life should be rightfully extended to you upon the coming of age. After all, we didn’t sign the bloody contracts to come into this place. We can’t violate the rights of life when we didn’t have the rights to decide whether to be conceived or not. But paradoxically speaking, we can’t make our decisions when we don’t have the ability to make it after all. So what I feel is that we should all be allowed to decide when we have the level of maturity and capability to do it.

And that’s that. Sorry if I’ve caused widespread depression upon you readers but that’s my take on the subject.

Disclaimer: I’m not suggesting that I’m turning on to end my life. So, don’t abduct me to a shrink the next time you see me.

Bye and have a nice day.

Big Brother is watching you

Went out with this bunch of friends days ago, not very advisable considering my blasted tuitions but as I’ve said, they are my bunch of friends and bunches are meant to be taken seriously! Well, weird things happen in bunches and that’s what happened to mine. For instance, I’ve just got enough sense to realize how MSN is revolutionizing us teens lives. You can don’t own a credit, or an automobile, or a spouse-oops, I mean bgr but you must, I repeat, you must have MSN! I mean, how ridiculous if you are an ordinary teen, living in the 21st century w/o a MSN account?! Well, back to us bunch, certain extremely worrying trends started showing up…

“You know why Fedex and UPS are upset at their merger?
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“Cos they are fed-up, get it?”

Whole group chorus in unison, “L-O-L” followed by the trademark three fingers running down the right temple…
However, this blasted guy Sam, became spastically slow, must be the accursed quake in Taiwan…

“Oi Sam! You damn lag leh!”
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“Oh, sorry, was AFK-ing just now. Is anything the matter?”

Whole group, “R-O-F-L-M-A-O”

See? We’re turning into a geek era! God save us! The Orwellian Newspeak—The MSN-speak! Gosh. Thanks to Bill Gates and his MSN, Steve Jobs and his Ipod, comrades, back at 1984! Big Brother is watching you! Hurhurhur…

Where the bloody hell are you?

We’ve got your shirt done!

We’ve got you weights for your schoolbag! [10 bloody kg!]

We’ve planned your suicide next year!

We’ve got mum to pen your suicide note!

We’ve got you looking forward to the 3rd!

SO WHERE THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU?!

On why we shouldn’t think too much

Was reading this book and didn’t know it was supposed to be partially-philo until page 20+, which is quite a lot, since it was quite a mouthful to swallow. Well anyway, it was nice, and actually made me a happier person. Haha, quite hard to take this fact eh? Its ‘The age of fallibility’ by George Soros, you know the guy who occasionally appears on CNN to comment on the Bush administration? Well, the book was supposed to be based on the consequences of the war on terror, mainly about Bush and the States if you ask me. But then again, its best to put it in a generalized manner to avoid possible law suits eh? Soros divided the book into two parts, one mainly about the philo stuff and the second is basically about “What’s wrong with America?”

He spoke about the relationship between thinking and reality. Knowledge is represented by true statements but the truth cannot be known because its based on what we think. So, our knowledge is incomplete and the imperfect understanding becomes part of reality which caused misconceptions to be internalized within us. And because we rely partially on our incomplete knowledge to make decisions, our decisions would be very much erred compared to the perhaps ideal decisions made if we possess all the relevant facts. But then again, we can’t possibly attain all the relevant facts because of the human uncertainty principle. Quote “The relationship between thinking and reality is not between two separate entities but between a part and a whole.” So what we think is never complete and can never actually corresponds fully with reality as we aren’t and never will be able to achieve the complete picture of reality in the first place. In short, what we think is distorted and perhaps, biased towards our selected and very much processed knowledge which might be very different from reality.

So its a kinda chicken-and-egg cycle if you ask me. First we think, but we realize that what we think does not fully correspond to the reality cos of the incomplete knowledge which then again might not be true cos its partially based on what we think and so here we go round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush…

Poof, I think I’m done. That was pretty much a mouthful, eh? I don’t think I’m really coherent so pardon me if you find that confusing. So all in all, we shouldn’t worry about our woes cos we will never be able to find a sound reason behind it. Perhaps, we all should avoid mind-reading and get started with some real effective communications. Haha, now I know why Soros said in his Intro that the philosophy featured in this book veers towards the positive side.

Night of Santa woes and failed assassinations

You traveled back in time to kill your granddad/ma [in this case], only to find that you can’t kill him/her as you will not come into existence without him/her.

There’s the grandfather paradox for you.

Okay, don’t laugh, it killed me alright.

So my cranky kid who lived in Future decided that his grandma was too much of an old ass. Like, *why the hell did she have sex with granddad to get my f-ing parents out to bother me?!* Its all your fault grandma, now that I’ve been so pissed by mum. You shall pay for it someday, time for bloodlust and revenge. Hurhurhur…

However, as it goes, my poor kid cannot kill me—for it’s another paradox if he managed to succeed. So what did he do? That ingenious brat bribed Santa to be his accomplice. As we all know, the morbidly-obese-guy-with-silver-hair is timeless, so he decided to give it a shot, cos I as a kid, dissed him in the exact same way by taunting him to lose weight, cut beard and dye hair. Not a lot to ask eh?

Ah, just look at him, sliding down the chimn—oops, I don’t have one do I? Oh gosh, this just ain’t gonna work man! Modernisation doesn’t really help to our assassins much eh? So that explains the stoic disbelief in getting presents from Santa. Well, I say the Singapore weather does no justice to him and his reindeer crew, saw ‘em masquerading outside my door, fanning in desperation. Ooh, rather pathetic for a celebrated ol’ soul uh? Yeeks and the sicklesome Ruldoph is destroying my beautiful cacti! Oh, or rather its destroying him, I think. Pretty lil’ needles stuck onto his nose, some nice new embellishment! Mind me, I’m not talking sense, for there’s no sense in this in the first place. Well, lets get on…

But I wasn’t gonna let him go, not after owing me 14 years of x’mas presents! No way man. Aha, so I did the obvious, I robbed him! Of his great big sack full o’ candy canes and choco mints that guarantee you Santa’s figure after stomaching them all! Anyone? Or maybe I’ll leave it in my will for my darling kid as a momento, eh? Any of you guys got this Santa-turned-assassin last night? Hohoho, unless you have such sense to live under a chimney? Well, I’m sure he’ll get this terrible terrible phobia of metal grilles and stuff. And there’s this granddad to deal with I think!! Oops.

Some heated feminist

So my HCL teacher who is a die-hard feminist came today. She didn’t say much but it only confirmed that feminists are not nice people to mix with. Okay, don’t take my words at face value cos I’m sure I’ll get sued one day.

Been following the news lately? Well, basically there’s this new law stating how wives can refuse to have sex with their husbands. Correct me if I’m wrong cos I’ve been under the influence of a heated feminist. In short, 80% of what you would be reading would be junk.

Here’s how the conversation [or rather monologue] went:

“What exactly do they think of us women?! As if we can’t even defend ourselves from our damned husbands? How can you be so biased? Nonsense.”

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Okay, I give up trying to translate and stuff. Its frustrating cos I can only think of that one liner even though she ranted on for more than half an hour. FYI, I added the swear words to show how heated she was. Forgive me if I failed. You can’t imagine the intensity man, she just lifted up a random object that turned out to be my phone and went smashing it on the table. No no, I don’t feel good.

Ironically, this feminist wasn’t too happy with the law inclining to her sex. Rather ridiculous don’t you think so? Gender discrimination and stuff, now it turned out to be the flip side. Either way, she isn’t gonna be satisfied. So what’s she to do? Happily go prancing to my house and whine? Ah, she should have given me a lesson outline, like next week we are going to talk about the mistreatment of sex slaves in the blah blah and the next… so that I could have ample preparations to feign sick. Ugh, this sucks. Gonna get more assessment books cos mum says they won’t last me for the next year. *But I say they are gonna last me for a life time*