well here's another day in IBP.
went for class this morning blah blah.
i kinda am starting to hate advert. again.

advert isnt about how smart you are.
its about the people.
as for my group...
i dont really like them too much.
but ah well.
can work with them.
and thats good enough i suppose.

anyway i dont really like most of mass com's people.
seriously.
if i knew what kinda people this course took i wouldnt be here.
i can literally count on my fingers (maybe 1 hand?) the number of people i enjoy being around.
but i suppose i'm stuck here for maybe slightly over half a year more.
so i should just fucking grin and bear it.

anyway...
heather's unhappy because i dont like havianas, which she wears most of the time.
so maybe i should state exactly why i dont like them, eh?

ok. here goes.
i dont like havianas because they're trendy.
they're just slippers.
they dont deserve to be sold to closet homosexual ah bengs at exhorbitant prices.
and i basically hate the overwhelming majority of the people who buy them.
and every single thing associated with them, actually.
crumpler bags.
(my bag costs 4.50. i DO NOT need an incredibly overpriced bag. nobody NEEDS a bag, k?)
that ugly fauxhawk they keep.
(FFS, grow some balls and get a real mohawk. you can diy it in 5 mins.)
that irritating way they swagger all over the place.
their scrawny chicken legs (because they think having a 6 pack is all that matters. well i've got news. william's got no 6 pack and he can hand them their asses anyday. hell, maybe even wilbur can do that.)

i know the traditional concept of masculinity may be outdated... but i still think that most men should keep their gender identities.
i mean... just take a look.
im quite sure THESE GUYS (go on. click. i know you want to.) are at least 10 times the men as any1 who steps into new urban male or any equivalent trendy fuckwad store.

lemme say that again.
TRENDY FUCKWADS.
ok that was slightly amusing.

Dystopia- Kreator
Welcome to the coldest age of darkness
Millenium deprivation, deception and deceit
Feared in presence, loathed within their absence
Feed the dogs of war
To keep a fragile peace

you ever wondered why people listen to music?
what is music anyway?
how can you... define an art form.
(sorry, i'm in a very surreal mood. bear with me.)
art, by its very nature, resists constraint.

imagine a.... toilet bowl in the middle of an office corridor.
is it art?
it depends.
it all depends on perspective.
you cannot define art universally.
art is whatever you make of it.
so in short, art is anything that inspires emotion or stimulates thinking.

hence for some people everything is art.
and for some people.
nay, troglodytes.
for them the concept of art is whatever people label as art.

back to the above concept.
toilet bowl in the middle of an office corridor.
how would you interpret it?
you could interpret it as a commentary on how people virtually live in their office cubicles.
the toilet would then represent a removal of the need to venture beyond it.
or you could interpret it as something else.
its really up to you.

ever stopped and peered really closely at a really mundane object?
try it.
stop and put your nose right to a wall.
enter a new world.
you'll notice details you've never noticed.
texture.
smells.
the way light falls across it at different angles.

of course, if i ever did this in front of people they'd think me crazy.
personally i don't mind, but it gets irritating.
anyway, think about this.
sanity, just like artistic value. is relative.
most people would think me crazy, just like i'd find myself perfectly sane and them the crazy ones.

i prefer to think of myself as having an expanded consciousness.
i open my mind.
to see.
to feel.
or not to see or feel.
to open my mind's door and fall into the dark abyss that is... everything. and nothing.

that, mein freund.
is the problem with people nowadays.
they see.
but they not perceive.
they hear.
but they do not listen.

listen to 4:33, by john cage.
just sit alone with your eyes shut for 4 minutes and 33 seconds.
keep quiet.
is that... music?
that is the sound of everything around you.
things you have never noticed before.
the whirring of machinery.
your breathing.
that too, is art.

these kind of noises tell us...
the impossibility of silence.
the impossibility of ever being truly alone.
we will never be... free.
whatever we wont be free of?
its up to you.

art is a mere medium.
the mona lisa (which i don't really like, anyway. nor understand.)
is but some oil on a wooden framed canvas.
the statue of david (which i like, on the other hand.) is a fucking block of stone.
(oh and btw i see the statue of david much like the vitruvian man. an expression of anatomical ideals. the ideal man. again the classical greek perception of virility and masculinity, but then i digress.)
you art the art.
art is only as big as you define it.

music is...
not dictated by society's mores.
indeed much of the most interesting art has been made not to make money, but for artistic value.
jimi hendrix's improvised guitar solos.
didn't make it to the top of the pops. but great nonetheless.
the whole genres of ambient music.
drone music.
you get my drift, i hope.
if not i pray for the future of art.

self expression isn't dead.
its just regularly sold in uniform sizes and labels.
"i'm different, so i dress just like every1 else."
alternative culture is the new oxymoron.
its alternative, just like every1 else.
so i'd like to end with a quote instead, by a street artist.
and no, street art isn't just graffiti.
contrary to what our dear mtv generation believes.

If you have a statue in the city centre you could go past it every day on your way to school and never even notice it, right. But as soon as someone puts a traffic cone on its head, you've made your own sculpture.
—Banksy

... and i feel that the time is here for me to comment on the debate currently raging about singapore.
are shorts and slippers appropriate?
are singaporeans too casual?

(note: here by slippers i mean flip flops and their ilk. yes, those hideous and trend-whorish havianas count too. as do birkenstock types. i swear i fucking hate those.)

personally, i don't see a problem with the IDEA of dressing casually.
i mean...
there isn't really a reason to dress up for me, and im sure that goes for most people.
im a student without much of a social life...
don't go out too much.
dont have occasions requiring me to actually dress up.
i know, i know.
i actually look better dressed up (or so i hear.)
every1 tells me that.

but going out in shorts and slippers is a whole new hog.
i wouldnt be seen more than 15 minutes travel away from my house in that kinda crap.

anyway,
i personally think its a matter of aesthetics.
that shorts and slippers thing is associated with slovenliness.
for me its not a matter of respect, a concept i hardly seem to understand.
but i just dont think that it looks nice.
it looks like you just woke up and are picking up breakfast.

or maybe thats the whole point.
i just dont really understand young people nowadays.
any1 can lemme a time machine so i can go home?

Ghost Opera- Kamelot.

Welcome all to curtain call
At the opera
Raging voices in my mind
Rise above the orchestra
Like a crescendo of gratitude

i'm thinking about buying bellbottoms.
it'll be quite interesting.
and i dont think i'll look that bad in it actually.
i've always looked... different.
so why not?
any thoughts?

and i saw this band the other day.
MuddyBanks.
they're named after a nirvana cd, from the muddy banks of the wishkah.

and anyway, i WAS thinking of getting a myspace page.
to download music.
but i found out a way to download music from myspace, even if its not up for dl.
:)
i'm a genius.

Heart Shaped Box- Nirvana

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on Angel Hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back

Disclaimer.
I am NOT a malay, muslim or a girl
(hi dee lol.)
i am an extremely idealistic idiot with no respect for most people.

so... yeah.

it is true that the malay community is constantly plagued with bullshit like druggies, unwanted pregnancies and such.

a quick aside,
i dont think anything's wrong with taking drugs IN ITSELF.
it's a choice, like alcohol or cigarettes.
its just that people should be educated about and prepared to be responsible for the consequences of their drug habit.
often its too heavy to bear.
but still, drug use is a choice.
not my choice, nor do i support it.
but still i'm not in their shoes so i shouldnt judge.

anyway, the malay community.
yeah i agree with dee's point.
you cant kick back and whine for people to help you (did i just shoot myself in the foot? :D)
you've to help yourself too.

but this kinda bullshit people dee mentioned arent just found in the malay community.
there are plenty of bullshit, fucked up people all over the world.
and i dont really respect most of them, if i say so now.

life's about choice, in a way.
there are always consequences for those choices.
like if you ink 1488 aryan power or some BULLSHIT like that on your face, be prepared for a (probably short) life without legal employment.

(btw the 14 words i talked about that day, han fen?
this's it.
i just looked it up.
We must secure the existence of our people and a future for White children.
yep. that's it.)

anyway, i don't have the right judge people's choice (though i sometimes do, and i regret it.)
but i dont agree with them sometimes, so maybe i dont associate with them as often.

but heck lah.
i don't exactly have many friends
(by choice. dont really enjoy the company of too many people. just like i hate crowds.)
i've a small (incredibly, really. its like less than... 4 ppl? maybe.) circle of closer friends.
then there are casual friends i enjoy talking to and hanging with, but not 24/7 type.
then there are people i curtly nod to along the corridors.
...and there are people i ignore.

so much for manners sometimes, eh?
i just dont enjoy having to nod to people whose names i dont even rmb.

but yeah.
that's around it.
my mind keeps wandering so i dunno what to blog about.
sorry i'm like that today.
now i'm listening to rhapsody,
5 minutes ago it was behemoth.
and this afternoon i was skanking to the toasters in my office.
im weird today.

Holy Thunderforce- Rhapsody

So we'll fight against the wind for the glory of the kings
to defeat the evil enemies
And we'll ride with our lord for the power and the throne
in the name of holy thunderforce

Watch THIS!


its a parody of a christian hymns as well as an introduction to the "commandments" of satanism.

dont wanna think too much about it because i'm vegging out.
but yeah.
its funny.

lol its 1 am and i'm bored.
i should be practicing anesthesia (YES, cliff burton's ANESTHESIA!)
but i dont have the tabs since the internet's off.
so i began backcombing my hair to see how big i could get it.
so far it looks... around as high as my face is big.
sia lah.
all i need is pink hairspray and leather tights before i can join poison, eh?

anyway i wonder how'd i look if i touched 1 of those van der graaf generators.
those which give u a static charge and shock your hair huge.
i wonder how huge my hair could get.

sorry for another post of random ramblings, k?
bear with me.

anyway, i wonder what i would look like if i went glam.
i'd have the huge hair,
spandex pants.
all the shebang.
i'd probably look like that fattest guy from pantera.
huge and hairy.
yet in spandex tights.

maybe 1 day i should try hairspray.
big hair.
then i'd get a woodie guitar and play every rose has its thorn, eh?

anyway this's the song that inspired me to play bass.
anesthesia (pulling teeth.)
composed by cliff burton.