Archive for November, 2006

Boys will be boys will be boys

Nov 17, 2006 in Curse-spouter

Eric just called.

Eric: Dear, I bought something that you will enjoy tonight, very much.
Me: What? What izzit?
Eric: I bought something long, and thick.
Me: Heh? What is it???? TELLL!!!!
Eric: Well, it's long, its thick….
Me: …
Eric: And you can put it inside your body….
Me: Eh… what did you buy lah…
Eric: It's something for you… that you will enjoy very much…
Me: …
Eric: Do you know what is long, and thick and something that you can put inside you?
Me: Eh… don't tell me…
Eric: hmmm?
Me: EH YOU BOUGHT ME A DILDO?????
Eric: HAhahahahha… well….
Me: EH how can you buy me a dildo?
Eric: Why can't I buy you a dildo?
Me: Because… I cannot … and I don't… won't… don't want to….
Eric: Well, you never try, you never know… plus you will enjoy it very much lah…
Me: BUT I CANNOT!!! HOW CAN YOU BUY ME A DILDO?

Eric: Hahahahahahha no lah… not a dildo lah you hamsap… I bought you a Swiss Roll.

Me: -_-"

Absolute bollocks!

Nov 14, 2006 in God-worshipper

Its probably obvious that I absolutely hate idiotic statements that keep appearing in our major papers these days. It really does seem as if in recent months, there are so many more important, supposedly learned, educated LEADERS, mind you, who make their thought-out opinions open, and in the process, pulling down the rules and deeds required by their religious background as a basis for such idiosyncratic releases.

Encik Abu Bakar, your statement just means that you agree that men, in the presence of a woman, cannot be blamed if they start to think with their dicks instead of their heads, and in that sense, a deviation from their normal duty is perfectly normal, valid, and accounted for. 'He can't help it, it's the woman's fault.'

When you talk like that, you're also saying in other words, if you fail miserably in your job, you're probably distracted because there is the presence of a pretty lady… oh of course you'll blame it on the woman's leg, but what if she was covered, wearing normal slacks, and cover tops, and all.. but what if the guy instead of filming the council's precedings, was filming the lady's face instead?

Are you going to come back and say, 'Oh its because she'a pretty, her fault lah, should have covered up her face.'

And then so many of my friends have said its because he's so devout he goes blindly but such Islamic requirements of women covering up, and he applies it to all areas of his life.

Bullocks okay? Don't blame it on the religious rules. Technically such rules do not have to exist if we were really moving in a collective towards civilization.

The idea of a utopian society is that human beings will have so much love and adoration of all things, all human beings, all animals, that there will be no need for rules anymore because 'self-control' will not have to be induced or affected by the placement of regulations. Peace will exist in its natural state, not because there are rules to help ensure its existence. That's when we will call that Utopia 'Heaven' on Earth.

And all over the world, nations make and pass law after law in evolving efforts to mimick the existence of a local utopia. Unfortunately for us, mankind's penchant for sin is so uncontrollable that we turn our backs on the rules we have (some, God-sent, like the laws you read in the various holy books of the time), and make funny faces at them everytime something ridiculous happens, or is said. Like what our man in Penang Encik Abu Bakar had to say about the camera focusing on the woman's thighs instead of on the council's precedings. Or that idiot who likened an uncovered woman to that of a piece of meat to a cat.

I'm not saying that religious rules are bad. But obeying rules must come with total subservience, total understanding. A rule exists to ensure control, somewhat like jail bars to prevent the sinful nature of man from leaking into society. Because it is in man's nature to sin, there always will be people who will want do terrible things (rape, kill, plunder)… unless some kind of regulation is placed to hinder such Godless acts from happening.

In ancient days when civilization was in its dawn, man had problems struggling with the transition from barbaric conditions to orderly systems so innate lust had to be controlled. We were like animals, and when the idea of God came in, we started to yearn to be like God. But because we couldn't do it on our own, He helped us by placing laws and rules for rightful prayer, rightful living. First and foremost came the requirement that 'sinful thoughts and animalistic behaviour' be forbidden in places of worship, in public places and confined to the bedroom. As men evolved, control did not become 'control' anymore, because being a follower of 'God' means one becomes more and more-Godlike, and control comes NATURALLY, without the need for laws to place things in order.

But I stress that I do agree that laws should be there in the first place, because these laws ensured that humankind would briskly walk and evolve from their barbaric animalistic natures into a polished and gender-respecting, God fearing condition. All these, in the process of preparing us for God's kingdom, if you like.

Also because, two thousand years on, and in certain places where this animal-to-human transition is still taking place, such rules are just and suitable, reliable and necessary. But these rules CANNOT serve to be an excuse for us to walk back towards that kind of barbaric nature. In all our versions of God and Heaven, each religion preaches the inherent need for mankind to develop towards becoming Christlike, Buddhalike, HEAVEN is a civilization that doesn't need rules for human beings to love each other, to respect each other. You qualify when you do good because you want to do good, not because a law made by God requires you to do good.

And that is why I frown upon certain pastoral teachings that require its followers to dress a particular way in order to honor God. I had a discussion with a friend who goes to a traditional orthodox church that relies heavily on the requirements written in Deuteronomy. She told me about the senseless talk among Catholics, or people like me, who always talk about going to church in our Sunday Best.

'Sunday Best is wrong. Some women take it as the opportunity to wear new clothes, such sexy, tight clothing, necklaces deeping into their bosoms, earrings, God frowns upon all these things, this is all in the bible. The worst thing is, they are distracting and you affect the men from doing what they have to do. We as women must be humble and modest and chaste, cover up, says the Lord, you don't want the men to stare at you instead of praying. And you cannot blame the men for being such lustful beings, God made them like that, it's in their nature.'

Sounds familiar? It isn't only in Islam, you see, even Christianity has followers like this. You might have heard your Grandmother, or even your mother complain about you wearing Black on Chinese New Year… is there a rule that says you cannot wear black on CNY? It's just that black is such a sad, colour, and red is so joyous… so don't you think that 'law' that says wear red on CNY came in order to ensure that you wear bright happy colours to usher in such a joyous occasion?

My friend mentioned the 'sin' of wearing glittering jewellery in church. 'I was praying, and this sister in another pew, she had her hands up, welcoming and worshipping the Lord. Oh it's seemingly good, but do you know that I was so distracted by the shine in her diamond, I just couldn't worship Him anymore because I kept thinking about the diamond! So you see, we shouldn't wear such glamourous Sunday Best stuff to church. Or clothes that expose our breasts or our legs, like tight pants, and fitting tops… when we distract other people from praying, we affect their chances of being favoured by God.'

I disagreed. 'If your thoughts are unpure and distracted by another person, or what she/he wears during prayer, you cannot blame that person for distracting you. It's YOU. '

Let's say for instance, Tom Cruise decides to repent to come to church finally, and he chooses to come to your church to pray for repentence. Wouldn't you be staring at him all the time during worship while he prays? Wouldn't you be distracted? And if that did happen, are you going to blame Tom Cruise for being who he is, and blame him for distracting your pursuit of God? So now because he is Tom Cruise, and worth more than a stupid diamond on a finger, far more distracting because he's a multimillionaire handsome movie star, and you can't help but stare at him instead of worshipping God, you're robbed of your opportunity to Heaven because of Tom Cruise?

When you treat rules like those written in Deuteronomy as your clinging anchor to help you get close to God, think about this. Are you being rule-led or are you being God-led? Because if its the former, maybe it's time to stop preaching your version of the Good News.

Ponder this.

Nov 13, 2006 in God-worshipper

I once knew a person, now let's call her Jamie, for convenience's sake. (Jamie's of the world, don't be offended yeah, I'm just picking a name out of thin air…) Jamie was born, pretty privileged… and she was a good, good kid, I supposed. Loving parents, who promised her wonderful things at each point of time in her life. They allowed her to make requests where they could afford to fulfill her requests, they would provide for it. The mantra in the family was, 'That all you need to do is ask, and you shall receive.'

Of course, as like all normal families, Jamie's parents did set particular rules for her to have her 'wishes' granted per se. She had to be right with herself. She mustn't have done anything wrong. And she had to understand that if she made mistakes, big mistakes, small ones, never mind them, as long as she made mistakes, her parents had the right to punish her for the mistakes. And sometimes, the punishment came in the form of unrequited requests.

In the entirety of her life, Jamie was brought up with very simple rules as a living guideline. Her parents made these rules the cornerstone of her life with them, and they set up occasional goals for her to achieve in her entire life. For instance, during the UPSR, her parents said, 'If you scored straight As, I will give you a trip to the USA.'

For the PMR, her parents said, 'I WILL give you a trip to Europe if you score straight As during the PMR.'

There were many other conditional set-ups like this in Jamie's life, but none-so-more enticing than the most coveted triumph prize. 'Jamie, when you reach your 30th birthday, I WILL GIVE YOU OWNERSHIP OF MY COMPANY. YOU WILL SIT BESIDE ME AND GOVERN THE COMPANY TOGETHER,' said the father.

You see, Jamie's father was rich, he was VERY RICH, and just like any other dad, he loved his daughter to bits. He wanted to leave everything to her, so from the very start, he promised her the gift of his company, his kingdom, an inheritance so precious. He told her from the very start, that for her entire life she was to be the good daughter and prove her worthiness… and when the time came, when the time was right, he would give the company to her.

Many many years passed, and Jamie was a great person, a wonderful daughter, in everyone's eyes. You see, her parent's methods of rules and regulations worked, to a certain extent. Our Jamie, lived by her parents rules for the entirety of her life… but she never did understand the reason why they loved her so much, she never did grasp the love that her dad had for her was that of a father's love. To her, that her father loved her was all shown in his promise to her since youth. Her obedience to her parent's requirements were important steps she had to fulfill in her duty as a good daughter, because she needed to prove herself WORTHY of such an important inheritance 30 years on.

The sad thing is, in all her 30 years, living with these conditional requirements turned Jamie into a rigid woman with an overzealous respect for regulated controls. Despite her wonderful temperament and her seeming respect for older people, our Jamie was incapable of holding a deep, loving conversation with her parents. And don't get me wrong, it wasn't that they were never around, her parents were always there… but everytime Jamie spoke to her parents, she would first start her conversations with, 'Dear Father, I just want to thank you for being such a great father… and I know you have great hopes in me. I know you are waiting for the day that I will take over the company, and I am working all my life to make sure I am qualified for that day… Thank you Dad, I love you… really, now Dad, will you give me another task so that I may perform to my best to please you… I want to make it right before you, so that YOu will see I'm qualified to inherit your gift.'

And her dad, and her mother, they always obliged… and things were wonderfully peaceful for 30, whole years.

In the year 2006, Jamie would turn 30 on the 20th of April (I'm just picking a date at random, this is a fictional story of course)). Days before the important day, the signing of the papers, she went to her father, a man so close to her, and yet so far away from her because of the seriousness of their father-child relationship. She knew the 30 years was coming to a close, and soon it would be time for her to confront her father and he would be obliged to grant her that promise he had made to her from birth (her mother told her that he promised the company to her from birth you see).

'Father, I love you. I know I'm almost 30, and I know that my entire life… I have worked very hard, to prove to you my worthiness. Dad, I just want you to know, that I love you very much… And that I gladly receive your gift from you, when the time comes. And I CANNOT WAIT till the time comes, because I will finally understand the full magnitude of this kingdom.'

The kingdom was marvellous, because her family was freaking rich, can?

Anyway, soon, her birthday arrived… and you'd think she'd be the heir already. Well, hardly. Apparently, Jamie's Mom, suddenly found out that she was pregnant again (accidents do happen), and Jamie's Dad, instead of giving the entire company to Jamie, called her into his room.

'My dear Jamie, Oh I love you so much. It is so wonderful that on this birthday, your mother comes to me to tell us that she's already 2 months expecting. This is such joyous news!'

'Yes, dad… well… its my birthday.'

'I KNOW… HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR GIRL… and I WANT YOU TO KNOW, that now we are expecting another sibling in our family after so many years, I will keep this gift I promise you for another few more years… and when the time comes, I will give it to both you and the baby, whether it is your brother or your sister, you will SHARE IT and REJOICE IN THIS GIFT that I HAVE LEFT for my children.'

***

You know what happened after that?

THIS JAMIE I KNOW, sat in front of her dad for a whole of five minutes, stared at him like a shocked bitch, and then stood up, glared at him, and screamed 'YOU LIED. YOU SAID YOUR KINGDOM WAS FOR ME. I SPENT MY ENTIRE LIFE FOLLOWING YOUR RULES. TELLING YOU I LOVE YOU… ALL FOR THIS, THIS LIE. INSTEAD OF GIVING ME THE COMPANY, YOU'RE ASKING ME TO SHARE IT? HEY! At least tell me earlier, would you? I'm YOUR DAUGHTER! I expected HEAVEN, and NOW YOU PUT ME IN HELL!'

She stormed out. And that was the last her parents ever saw of her.

***

You know I put this story in the spanking new category 'religion' for a reason. So ponder the reason.

Only bloggers do this.

Nov 13, 2006 in Web-logger

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Sometimes it gets so embarassing you wish you could turn into a beetle and scurry away…

Life goes on.

Nov 13, 2006 in General

Hi folks. It's Monday. I'm back.

Just a post to tell you folks that the contest for the Pink Chocolate will continue until the 1st of December. Postings will go on as usual, and all you need to do to gain access to the contest page is click on the contest banner!

In the meantime, life shall go on!

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