While talking to a friend, I just made a realization about Youtube.
Youtube, while being a creative outlet for countless of young (and now also older) people in the world, it is essentially preventing creativity from flowing out into the real world (i.e. the physical, not-make-believe internet world).
Youtube is like a blackhole, where creativity is being sucked in and lost forever. It is essentially trivializing creativity, since whatever creativity channeled into Youtube is to a certain extent worthless since there is no clear tangible product of that creativity apart from a short video clip.
All the bright, creative, young minds out there who might have interesting ideas are wasting their time making videos on Youtube, when they could have been spending their time chanelling their creative thoughts and ideas into whatever field they would've tried to enter and excel at were it not so easy for them to just channel their creativity into Youtube.
I think this would actually make for pretty interesting social/media research.
Or at least I think so. And I sound like an old person writing this...
Saturday, November 8, 2008
I miss cooking for people...
Solo dinners,
Make me thinner.
Wish I could share,
My humble fare.
With another,
A person other,
Than the one,
whose reflection stares.
Make me thinner.
Wish I could share,
My humble fare.
With another,
A person other,
Than the one,
whose reflection stares.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Krispy Kremes are good to eat, but bad for our culture...
Since I'm feeling ranty, do you realize how many people back home in Malaysia rave about Krispy Kreme donuts?
I guess it's mostly because it's not readily available in Malaysia, so when you do get to eat one it's because you've travelled to some far away land to have it. Mostly in its birthland of the US of A, but anywhere else where there is a store will do too.
When you've finally had one of those nice and sugary, heart-stopping, yeasted doughy treats somewhere in the world, you're obliged to tell the folks back home that, "It's the most amazing thing ever!"
Your friends can only look upon you with envy because you tried something they haven't, and they can't just go running down to the shop around the corner to get one as well.
As much as you've grown up liking those deep-fried-caster-sugar-coated donuts from the kuih seller at the pasar malam (which picture of is used on the outside of the box of almost every brand of deep fryer sold), they just aren't Krispy Kremes!
Subsequently the next person in your circle of friends who is going anywhere outside the country will be looking for Krispy Kreme donuts as if it was the holy grail. Nevermind all the stuff you can go do, watch, eat, and listen to to try to learn about another culture. "As long as I've had a bite of Krispy Kreme, I've seen the world!"
And then the vicious cycle continues with the next person and the next, and the next...
It is beyond ironic that a DONUT is a symbol of affluence in my country. I have to say it's quite sad, and seems to hint at the underlying socio-economic problems that we have.
The day when Krispy Kreme finally arrives in Malaysia, it will actually be a really good thing for our country. Because once it's readily available, nobody's going to seek it out anymore.
Maybe that's the real reason why they haven't set up shops in Malaysia.
*addendum* case in point: the perfect example, need I say more?
I guess it's mostly because it's not readily available in Malaysia, so when you do get to eat one it's because you've travelled to some far away land to have it. Mostly in its birthland of the US of A, but anywhere else where there is a store will do too.
When you've finally had one of those nice and sugary, heart-stopping, yeasted doughy treats somewhere in the world, you're obliged to tell the folks back home that, "It's the most amazing thing ever!"
Your friends can only look upon you with envy because you tried something they haven't, and they can't just go running down to the shop around the corner to get one as well.
As much as you've grown up liking those deep-fried-caster-sugar-coated donuts from the kuih seller at the pasar malam (which picture of is used on the outside of the box of almost every brand of deep fryer sold), they just aren't Krispy Kremes!
Subsequently the next person in your circle of friends who is going anywhere outside the country will be looking for Krispy Kreme donuts as if it was the holy grail. Nevermind all the stuff you can go do, watch, eat, and listen to to try to learn about another culture. "As long as I've had a bite of Krispy Kreme, I've seen the world!"
And then the vicious cycle continues with the next person and the next, and the next...
It is beyond ironic that a DONUT is a symbol of affluence in my country. I have to say it's quite sad, and seems to hint at the underlying socio-economic problems that we have.
The day when Krispy Kreme finally arrives in Malaysia, it will actually be a really good thing for our country. Because once it's readily available, nobody's going to seek it out anymore.
Maybe that's the real reason why they haven't set up shops in Malaysia.
*addendum* case in point: the perfect example, need I say more?
Thursday, November 6, 2008
If pigs could fly...
"It is possible for anyone from a minority group to be a nation’s leader, even in Malaysia, says Prime Minister Datuk Seri Abdullah Badawi.
“It is up to the people to decide, just as the Americans had done through the democratic process,” he said while extending his congratulations to Senator Barack Obama."
I wonder how he even keeps a straight face saying that.
“It is up to the people to decide, just as the Americans had done through the democratic process,” he said while extending his congratulations to Senator Barack Obama."
I wonder how he even keeps a straight face saying that.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Democracy makes me want to throw up...
I just have to say it, people who wear "I voted" buttons make me sick.
Somehow they think they've brought salvation to humankind just because they scribble on a piece of paper and then pat themselves on the back for a job well done. When in fact, most of them would not lift another finger to really put in a personal effort to go that one step further to help someone else.
You can "yes we can" all you want, "we want change!" all you want, but when it comes to sacrificing one's own comforts for another, it just doesn't happen very much.
Nobody said it better than that bald old Indian guy when he said, "be the change you want to see."
And not just sit on your asses watching CNN hoping that change will come to you because you asked someone else to pick up the slack with your lousy ballot, and ask him to solve the mess you helped create. Credit card debt and what not was not forced upon by big bad credit card companies alone.
Someone actually has to spend that money that never existed in the first place.
Somehow they think they've brought salvation to humankind just because they scribble on a piece of paper and then pat themselves on the back for a job well done. When in fact, most of them would not lift another finger to really put in a personal effort to go that one step further to help someone else.
You can "yes we can" all you want, "we want change!" all you want, but when it comes to sacrificing one's own comforts for another, it just doesn't happen very much.
Nobody said it better than that bald old Indian guy when he said, "be the change you want to see."
And not just sit on your asses watching CNN hoping that change will come to you because you asked someone else to pick up the slack with your lousy ballot, and ask him to solve the mess you helped create. Credit card debt and what not was not forced upon by big bad credit card companies alone.
Someone actually has to spend that money that never existed in the first place.
Monday, November 3, 2008
The stuff you come up with while bored at work...
I wanted to have the roasted lamb at my best friend's wedding.
But it turned out they were out of it, so I had some nice beef steak.
After dinner we went to our rooms to check out the hotel bedding.
Jumping up and down the hotel bed, we finally caused it to break.
The hotel manager came up to tell us we would have to pay for it.
Since we had no money left on us, we ended up having to move out.
We walked on for hours, just trying to find a decent place to sit.
But I accidentally sat on a homeless guy and he let out a loud shout.
He wanted some form of compensation, he said I broke his leg.
I didn't know what else to do, so I let him run the show.
"Would you please pay the hooker down the street, I think her name is Meg.
Ask her to come right over here, and give me a nice blow."
So I talked to Meg, she said " Why not? As long as he doesnt have herpes."
She walked down to the homeless guy, and made the same sound as sipping slurpee.
But it turned out they were out of it, so I had some nice beef steak.
After dinner we went to our rooms to check out the hotel bedding.
Jumping up and down the hotel bed, we finally caused it to break.
The hotel manager came up to tell us we would have to pay for it.
Since we had no money left on us, we ended up having to move out.
We walked on for hours, just trying to find a decent place to sit.
But I accidentally sat on a homeless guy and he let out a loud shout.
He wanted some form of compensation, he said I broke his leg.
I didn't know what else to do, so I let him run the show.
"Would you please pay the hooker down the street, I think her name is Meg.
Ask her to come right over here, and give me a nice blow."
So I talked to Meg, she said " Why not? As long as he doesnt have herpes."
She walked down to the homeless guy, and made the same sound as sipping slurpee.
Vulgar poetry...
The shit hit the fan,
fell into the pan,
While frying the steak,
I cooked for my date.
We both had a bite,
it did not taste nice.
So we went on to bed,
Lust hunger was fed.
Hard as a stick,
The girl had a dick,
Oh shit! God damn!
The chick was a man!
fell into the pan,
While frying the steak,
I cooked for my date.
We both had a bite,
it did not taste nice.
So we went on to bed,
Lust hunger was fed.
Hard as a stick,
The girl had a dick,
Oh shit! God damn!
The chick was a man!
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