snuffle.

apparently ms iman azman thinks that i am snuffleuphagus. because i always look stoned and i have long eyelashes. ms iman azman is always right. 

A Gunshot To The Head Of Trepidation

It truly is a pity that we can’t see ourselves from others perspectives.

It would save us a lot of time, heartache and effort. It would deter us from living under this fallacy, this charade of an existence.

The fact of the matter is that with human perspectives so volatile and relationships so finicky, the slightest jolt can send ripples that no soul should have to endure.

The line between friend and acquaintance is of too low a gauge to be toyed with. Yet we continue to do so. Testing the boundaries. Pushing ourselves until the line has been played with for far too long. Torn apart in mere moments. Trust is destroyed and reputations tarnished. We are left. Picking up the pieces. Wondering what went wrong. When through it all we never feared the worst. We never wondered 'what if'. Optimism. But at what cost? 

Is it all worth it? Is the effort taken to rebuild such fragile relationships in vain? While the repercussions may continue to reverberate, must they be a bane of any coexistence that will come to follow? The end question is should we change to fit into the shoes others feel we look best in? Is that person worth the change?  

Is ANYBODY worth it?

Mulling these over is no simple task. Answering them, even harder. 

Why must society be so fragile?

Man is a social creature they say. I beg to differ.

Existentialist? No.

We are antisocial at best.

It is only when you bend to clear up the shards of the mirror in which you once saw your reflection and see yourself in its cracks do you realise the true nature of what you once held in such high esteem.

After all, a clown without his face-paint is just a poorly dressed fool in big shoes.

Skeletons of Society

Racism, according to our dear friends at merriam-webster, is “A belief that race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race”. But in a modern society such as ours can racism be defined merely by this one sentence or are there many factors which underlie the modern individuals perspective towards those of a different race, colour or creed? Are we bound by the social stereotypes we ourselves have created?

I for one believe that everyone is racist. Even if not blatantly racist, the average person is more often than not susceptible to subconscious prejudice. and it is this vulnerability to our subconscious that has made racism socially accepted. It has made this subtle variant of racism more resilient and difficult to counteract. True, political correctness plays a huge part for those in the public eye but in everyday dealings we cant help but discriminate. Whether we are distinguished by our skin colour, accent or passport, whoever meets us still finds the need to categorize us.

While overt prejudice to those of a different race may be virtually non-existent in today's society, subtle prejudices such as those which the bearer himself is unaware of is definitely alive. From a shop-keeper spending more time tending to a caucasian customer rather than an equally interested 'brown' or 'yellow' customer, to a taxi driver preferring to pick up only those fares he considers to be 'less risky'. A judgement made purely on appearance alone.

Yet in today's society it seems that regardless of the stigma surrounding racism it has also become, on some levels, socially acceptable to ridicule other races on a public forum. I mean take a look at the iconic Russel Peters. Many a time I myself have quoted his lines. Were it not for his racist but humorous remarks he would never have achieved the fame he basks in now. The multicultural quality of modern societies cannot be denied and we belong to a variety of nations and cultures, but does it, on the long run, make sense to segregate our society based on the hypothesis that each individual should be assigned a faction.

I too am racist. I don't deny it. And many a time I have been judged based on appearances. But the question posed here is not who but why. why do we humans, as a race, feel the need to be so shallow. why is it that we live in a world, and i quote, "Where black is black, and white is white, and only the blind can truly see."

Opium of the People

It seems that everywhere you go you hear people complaining about the new facebook layout. It just got me thinking. How many of us are on that "social networking site"? 175 million it turns out. that's a hell of a lot of people banding together to "socialize". And what do the majority of these people do? 

Honestly, by the looks of it all people do is take stupid quiz after another, Tag pictures of cartoon thingies as people, tag people to do things like list silly facts or their itunes playlist, play with applications like that damn zombie thing, and add friends. Apparently this is what socializing is today. 

Gone are the days where one would call or even text for someones birthday. Actually forget that, now one doesn't need to remember someones birthday. Facebook is kind enough to tell us that a birthday is approaching (Would you like to send them a free gift?).

True its a great leap forward towards making the world a smaller place and all that jazz but in making the world a smaller place we have subconsciously, it seems, made our circles of true friends even smaller. 

I say true friends because unlike in the Internet world where you can have a gajabillion friends on friendster, facebook, myspace. In the real world, the one that many actually see less of, theres a very fine but distinct line separating ones friends from acquaintances. Sure you have 800 facebook friends but a click on your part and one on his/her part isn't really all that hard. I mean seriously. Think. Of all those in your friend list, how many have you socialised with in the past month?

True I'm a member of facebook. I too am part of this social phenomenon. But lets face it, in today's day and age the question "Whats your email address?" or "Whats your number?" is oft replaced with a simple "Your on facebook yea? Ahh ok, ill find you then" and if you say "No I'm not on facebook" the questioners face will, without fail, distort itself beyond recognition leaving you looking at that hideous mass of mush while waiting for the inevitable

"What?!...but...er..why?"

Forget to Remember

Whoo boy....Sitting in front of this laptop for the sole purpose of blogging sure is a daunting task. I mean its not like i can just type any damn thing and expect it to fly well.. but i shall.

couple of things going through my mind:

The war in sri lanka. Its been going on since 1983. i think both sides need to take a seat at their local starbucks and sort things out.

Sandstorm in Saudi and Kuwait. Darude popped into my head.

I hate malaysian papers. The extent of their international news is that paris hiltons dog farted or summat.

We dont need more four door cars. Porsche, Lamborghini and Aston. Butt out.

The X6 DOES look like a damn Ssang Yong Actyon. Dont you Deny it.

A certain someone needs to visit Sunway more often.

"Military intelligence, two words combined that can't make sense" - Megadeth: Hangar 18

Cucumbers serve no purpose in most meals other than to sit there and act like theyre decorative.

I hate punctuation.

Shotguns are fun.

Sarcasm: the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded.

- Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Blood Brothers

The many comebacks and put-downs have finally come back to haunt me. My two closest friends have, after years of torment decided to act to end the relentless dissing i have inflicted upon their puny little selves. Their plan revolves around the "united we stand" principle and so they have, effectively, joined forces. 

Their 'pact' involves them never siding with me when another member is insulted as well as joining forces in some pathetic effort to put me down. So desperate are these foolish children that they have even gone to the extent of 'recruiting' friends from my other circles of friends. Succeeding on another four occasions. The headcount as of now in the 'Unite Against Nabil' scheme stands at 6 people.

Kudos to them i say. This just gives me more subjects to work on my material with.

Citizen Erased

A challenge has been put on the table. Go one whole day without cracking a single joke. More rather without being humorous. I fear that by agreeing to go along with this sadistic test of my will, I will half way through the day be found in the darkest corner of the room in a fetal position muttering lame knock-knock jokes (Are there any that aren't lame?)
No witty comebacks, no weird faces, no puns, no random bursting into song, no pelvic thrusts (Which, though isn't my thing, I'd like to have the option of.) and worst of all, no sarcasm.

I fear for my sanity