Sunday, June 14, 2009

Loving it

I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I
Please help my people
The poor and downtrod
I thought we all were
The children of God
God help the outcasts
Children of God

Monday, May 18, 2009

THe 100th Post


Hey there people, been sometime since i last update *middle click on my blog and realize its been 1 month and 7 days* anyways!!!! Hi. K not sure it'll be a brief update or a long update but we'll see how things goes.

I don't really have a point of reference to begin with, so i'll just rant. A set of questions just came into play. "How does one draw the line between being phobia and just being cautious?" Putting it into today's context, we often get a lot of forwarded mails telling us of crimes done at broad daylight, so we ought to be cautious about it right? So here's the problem, when do you know you're phobic or just being cautious?

Lets say you read about a story of a man who faked his handicap and ask for your help, lets say borrow your phone? Then he called a number, said no one's at home and decides if you can lend him cash to take a cab home. While you were taking out your wallet and browsing through it, he saw that "Hey he have a lot of dark green/purple notes" and he robs you and runs away.

Then oddly the very next day, a handicap person ask you of the same. Would you help or would you not? Because if you did not help - then we can surely conclude that the morality or what ever we had learn (had we learn it in this case) in moral class is redundant. Yet, we justify it as being cautious and do not want to get into trouble. But the term "do not want to get into trouble" denotes that we are somehow afraid or fearful of the story we read the day before.

So was it just being cautious or phobic? I do know that being cautious can be the consequence of phobia, but how do you know that you're acting out with clear conscience of self defense and not a delusional idea that every single handicap person you see on the street is going to rob you?

Anyways, life hasn't been great for me i would say but I did enjoyed a great holiday break in Penang. Was sort of the best i had. Hardly had enough rest, but it was enjoyable. Started off with food tour ( yes I am 3 weeks late on this)!! Oh it was fun, and this time we went to a lot of places that I did not cover. Yes if you're thinking i've gain horizontaly *nods*. The very next day was wave challenge!! Aside from waking up early twice in a row, wave challenge was *thumbs up*

Then was the drive to the east coast of Malaysia, i.e Kelantan and Terengganu. *imitate Jeff Dunham and Peanut* The drive from the valley? Suck like hell. The drivers? Were slow as hell. The scene? Was bored as hell. So? We're in hell! Sorry for being condescending, but drivers are slow there and there isn't much delicacies - I had to ask the local tourist guide to tell me what are good food there. The reply came in "Tak ada yang heboh heboh, semua tu makanan biasa".

BUT! The beach was AWESOME! Crystal clear BLUE (not GREEN) waters! If i could combine Penang island, KL roads (not the traffic) and malls, and beaches in Kelantan and Terengganu - it'll be paradise. Sadly, good roads comes with development which in the end polutes the sea. A cycle that hasn't been proven wrong statistically.

And thank you to James, Josh, V, Cal, and Justin for making the BBQ night really special although was just the few of us, but it was fun and it was by the beach! So the next one, no chicken, just beef strips pizza and marsh mellows. And a special thank you to V for helping me to co-organized.

Oh yeah, thank you James and Josh for those late nights by the beach and mamak soon after. =)

Okay, picking up from "life hasn't been great" i would say i'm going through a moment where it dawned on me, "There would never be anymore fun in the coming future once i leave uni, with all the work and stress from it - it'll either turn me to a workaholic (because i have to stay back to compete with all the other kiasu-s, who don't understand the idea of 'ITS 8PM time to go home") or a person that suffers from too much stress from work."

And i'm fearful of it. Seriously, I'm up whole night thinking of it. All the what ifs and whats not.

Even so, here I am trying to muster the little ounce of faith and to put my thoughts in God's hands. I'm not sure where I'm headed, but since I exist and have one life to live, I trust God to hold my steering wheel and take me for a wonderful journey through my life.

I'm content. =)

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Ponders


Well, after been studying for the last few years in the field of psychology I shall talk over certain issues of needs vs wants, since i'm doing marketing psych. Today's topic, which was spark by my conversation with a friend of mine - Makeup

Lets traverse back to the beginning of 19th century, since the 17th and 18th had much to do with wigs, and more towards the hair part which isn't what I am going to discuss about. In the early 19th century, also known as the Victorian Era - Women in the 19th century liked to be thought of as fragile ladies.

They compared themselves to delicate flowers and emphasised their delicacy and femininity. They aimed always to look pale and interesting. Paleness could be induced by drinking vinegar and avoiding fresh air. Sometimes ladies discreetly used a little rouge on the cheeks, but make-up was frowned upon in general especially during the 1870s when social etiquette became more rigid.

A pale skin was a mark of gentility. It meant that a lady could afford to not work outdoors getting suntanned which was then considered vulgar and coarse. Continuous work in sun and harsh weather coarsened the skin then, as it does now. Rooms were shuttered with dark heavy velvet curtains to keep out the sun's rays. Some effort was made keep the neckline in good condition as it was often exposed in evening dress. Fine blue lines would be painted on the skin to increase the appearance of delicate translucent skin showing veins.

Ahhh, that's not all. As the years past, lips and nails became more and more important to the extend, as every year passed the colors grew bolder. By 1960s with the emerging of color TV, make up was made important to portray everlasting beauty, which was, is, and always be the important aspect from a female perspective.

I know its a brief history of makeup and it doesn't do it justice, but what justice? Is make up necessary? At present time about 80% of urban females uses make up everyday, but does it even add an inch of beauty to them?

Marketers sells make up as attention catcher. The better the color, the easier the application, the convenience of making everyone beautiful, but is it necessary? Every year, beauty line make more than 30 billion from just selling make up. 30 billion poured into the faces of every female (some males too) only to be applied/used for a couple of hours and washed up the very night.

But, of course it doesn't stop people from buying - everyone knows the facts, but why? Has it become a mask to cover up every inch of 'social perception' of ugliness? Has it become a need to conveniently conform to social pressure to be 'beautiful'?

A note, the beauty everyone talks about is only decided by a group of minority, and you know who is that - Media. Out of 6,772,446,920 people on earth (as per 10th of April, 2009), did you know it only takes 8 people to decide the new 'in color', 4 people to decide the new 'look', 4 people to say 'Go for it', and 12 people enjoying the benefit of their 'marketing gimmick'.

There you have it, the minority decides, and we complain there's no democracy in this world. Heh. Thus, everyone's is living in the shadow of a small group of people, whom barely even reached 50 people. Judge every single person using these 50 people's judgement as point of reference.

Well, everyone buys it. So, yeah back to is make up a necessity. So now the arguement that is left would be - "because guys digs it, if we didn't do that would the guy even look our way." Ah, i love the foolishness of people at time. What to do, people follows what media tells them. Then again, what these small group of people tells them to.

Even the girl did not make up, a male hormonal level and survival instinct will kick in to fall in love with the girl, like it or not that's the fact. Oh yeah, guys are now into looks first. Well then who started to make it easy for the guys? I am not blaming, but stating a fact that instead of complain, stand up for it. But, oh well I do know this - you may complain now, but you will still fall back into opening that Mac make up kit, the Christian Dior mascara, the Elizabeth Arden foundation kit, the Maybeline Lip Stick.

At the same time know this. People never fall in love with the looks, people are attracted to it, but never an emotional attachment to the beauty. If beauty makes people fall in love, everyone would have been heart broken. Everyone falls in love differently, but never looks. Some fall in love because of words, some because of quality time spent, some because of gifts (and this group of people, don't go for fancy gifts, a cup or mug or chopstick - they'll keep it forever because they just love it to be given a gift), some by acts of service (action), and some through touch (as how a baby needs at times, just to feel secure) ... but never looks

I know there's another arguement - I want to look my best for the person I love, or I just want to look good. Then the question would be - where is your point of reference of 'looking good'? Through the media? Through the ideas of 50 people whom you don't know? And if its your reference, how did you have the schema of it? It has got to be build from a reference.

Yes, to look best for the person you love. Noble, genuine effort - but don't you think they have already loved you because of who you are and not because of the chemicals and powders that are on your face?

So with all the marketing gimmick, people still buy. And i find no reason to stop being a marketing psychologist because people will eventually buy, even it comes a day when i make the call and says, "Bald hair is the best hairstyle for females" because all I need to do, it to pay a few actress and models to be in magazines; lo and behold I have the world following what I want.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Never give up

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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people don't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates other

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Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Just at dawn

What happens when you text too much till you have nothing to text already?

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1 + 1 = 1





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We converse in numbers.

Hiatus

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Bee + Sleeping = ?





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Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Heading home


To the beach
To the beach
A relax day
Sunny day

Heading home
Heading home
Glorious food
So much food

I can't wait
I can't wait
Chendol here I come
Kayu here I come

To the drums
To the drums
Holiday's here
Joyous heart do you hear?