Saturday, October 29, 2005

Some not very teacherly things I wrote today









Grinning Goat at 10/29/2005 10:52:00 PM pontificated

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The lot of you

If I were to write a book, I would write about this game.

This game when people can no longer hide behind a facade of niceties. Remind me again, when you're trying not to injure people's feelings, do you lie to people you're closer to more or do you lie to strangers more?

Human behaviour would never be a science because on the scale of 1 to 10, its predictability would fall in the -10 region.

Let's say humans rise up in protest to God one day that they're tired of lying and trying to guess what other people think all the time. Tired of being snubbed so subtly you start wondering if some people are trying to hint to you that they are unhappy about something (DO YOU REALLY THINK I'M A CHEAPSKATE??? DO YOU THINK I'LL SETTLE SO LOW SO AS TO MAKE USE OF MY FRIEND TO GET SOMETHING I WANT?????) or if you're just being an unfortunate target of a bad temper (WHAT DIFFERENCE DO I HAVE WITH A PUNCHING BAG THEN??) or if that's just the way things are and that you shouldn't be bothered in the first place. (EASIER SAID THAN DONE, EH??)

And what if God said, yeshhh you humans shall have one day where you can read each other's minds.

What will happen then?

Do you just stay at home, locking yourself up because seeing other people is just too dangerous?

Or do you go around talking to people you know to find out if they've been lying?

Do you just sit somewhere, talk to strangers and be one hell of a voyeur for one day?

Do you ask people hard questions they normally wouldn't give an honest answer to?

Do you come to your boss to see if his official assessment of you has anything to do with his personal sentiment?

Do you try to stop people from killing one another because some things hidden are just way way horrible?

Do you try to stop people from committing suicide? Or are you going to try to kill yourself?

Do you try to squeeze some exam questions out of your professor?

Do you travel to the United States to ask Mr.Bush if he really believed Iraq have weapons of mass destruction before the war?

Do you go to see your idol and check for yourself if he's really worth idolizing?

Do you go to people you respect and see if the respect is mutual?

Do you go to your crushes and find out if they're harboring the same feelings? Or is that just too dangerous because your pride is just too high and you don't want to risk the fella doing the very same thing you just did?

Do you go and CONFESS to people before they can read your mind in an attempt to do some damage control?

Now that I think about it, poligraph test will be a thing of the past and psychologists will be driven out of business. (good for them)

Do you hug the weather forecaster on tv because he seems to be the most honest person around?

Do you laugh out loud and think life is a joke?
Or do you curse God in heavens for that one day?

Will you be busier trying to cover up your lies or will you be busier trying to see if you've been lied to?

Catholics can stop going to confessions. Everything is AUTO-confessed. Even if the Father doesn't know, the whole world knows.

Do you frown because plagiarism happens wayyy more often than you think and that plagiarism detection device is really nothing more than a piece of nicely-wrapped and very fragrant droppings of a rhinocero?

Do you stand in front of Tom Cruise just to let him know HOW SHORT HE IS and how his face irritates the hell out of you?

Or do you stand in front of a flat-nosed person and try very hard to convince yourself that the nose really isn't all that flat?

Do you think politicians should stop declaring themselves as politicians at least for that one day?

Do you avoid the IRA?

Do you avoid your friends?

Do you just sleep the whole day and pray that you won't dream anything near the truth?

That'll make a nice sequel see if that won't.
And when everything is done, I'm going to go to Stephen King to ask for his opinion.
After all, wasn't he the one who wrote about this game where people have to continue walking and that stopping means not only a loss but death?

Grinning Goat at 10/29/2005 09:50:00 PM pontificated

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Wednesday, October 19, 2005

ROTTEN WATERMELON

I seek solace in my room. Close the door. Open the window. Wide. Then breathe.

Ono: (in the kitchen) EWWWWWWWWWW akhhhhhhh............

a minute later

Ono: (came barging into the room, exhausting my supply of fresh air. This is the most griveous form of pollution. Of trying to kill your own sister by exposing her to such smell) HELP ME clean the kitchennnnn

R: Ahhh? I'm not getting near the smelly thinggggg. Just let me breathe.
Ono: The whole house smells like this now. HELP ME CLEAN IT!!!
R: You do the wiping, I'm just mopping
Ono: but you throw away the watermelon
R: I'll hold the plastic bad, you lift it up and put it inside the bag.
Ono: you throw the plastic bag into the chute
R: Ok, but I'm not wiping.

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R: Don't take the mask off, it's better to suffocate a little than breathing in that stuff
Ono: I can't stand this mask, it's making my face itchy
Ono: (taking off his mask) Okay I feel like puking

Oh boy

Ono: (lifting the watermelon) Ewwww ewwwww ewwwwwww
R: (holding the plastic bag) Hurry mannnn. This is Godly disgusting

AND THEN the bottom part if it came off and a whole chuck of red goo splashed onto the floor.
Ono: akhhhh the thing got into my feet
R: Ahh mannnnn go wash them

Ono: can you pour some soap or something?

THAT would be bad because if I use that lavender soap stuff we use to scrub the floor in the kitchen now, the smell of lavender will forever remind me of this stink. And God knows there's still plenty where that came from.

So I'm resorting to something else.

BLEACH.

R: Can you smell the bleach now?
Ono: not really.
R: God this thing's pretty strong. Let me pour more.
Ono: Ok I can smell it now
R: Better to smell like a swimming pool.

I want to praise whoever invent the brilliant thing called BLEACH.
It DISINFECT and OVER-RIDE the smell. Not completely, but hey better to smell like a swimming pool than anything else.

If this is some crime scene, Ono and I would be murderers trying to clean up the bloody mess. The red goo can pass as blood. Heh. Bleach covers the smell of blood doesn't it?

Lucky I didn't vomit. I suppose once you start there's no stopping it. You'll just hurl and hurl and hurl. And there's no way that mask is going to help you after that.

Yeh.

No water melon for me for the rest of the month.

Nah, make that the rest of the year.

Grinning Goat at 10/19/2005 04:25:00 PM pontificated

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Tuesday, October 18, 2005

There ain't nothing spiritual in ere

Stop stumbling on my blog using the search word spiritual, there is nothing particularly spiritual in here. Spiritual void is really nothing religious to begin with. It's simply a certain state of my mental health.

By the way the icons in this blogger are written in chinese and I hate playing guess the word game. Foreign words. Heh.

A friend of mine recently came up with a good adjective to describe blogs. Cryptic.

Well you would expect it to be cryptic wouldn't you? I mean blogging to some people is like writing an online diary which is a pretty stupid idea.

It's an oxymoron by definition.

I use diary and not journal here because it just sounds more girlish and disgusting and it gives me the impression that whoever writes it think she has this big problem that she tries to amplify by shrouding it in this cloud of secrecy that nobody actually bothered to find out. Ditto for male by the way - I'm no sexist. Ooohh in fact for a guy to be doing this is a whole lot more disgusting in my opinion.

Hmm well okay so maybe I do have some of that sexist gene.

Writing in a blog isn't so much a revelation of your deepest thoughts as it is a kind of passive voyeurism. I think people derive some kind of pleasure from the knowledge that someone somewhere would read whatever they have to say. Loserish you might say if you're thinking in terms of a journalist who can't get his article published in a legitimate paper.

Having a passive audience isn't all that bad eh? You won't get unecessary comments. You won't have to see people's expression and doctor your tone to be politically correct. Political correctness only goes so far. It's more damaging in the long term than anything else.

I've sidetracked. I forget what I write this entry for.

Don't stumble on my blog using the word spiritual.

Grinning Goat at 10/18/2005 12:11:00 AM pontificated

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Thursday, October 13, 2005

My brain

This is how it is compartmentalised according to available storage space


If there's an anomaly I inherited, it's this peculiar ability to smile at the wrong time and not smile at the correct time.

Grinning Goat at 10/13/2005 08:01:00 PM pontificated

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Saturday, October 08, 2005

Not the way to do it

I think I shouldn't argue with kids. It made me sound pretty stupid.

Melvyn: teacher, he keeps trying to zap me
R: SHAUNNNN if you as much as get that pen of yours 15 cm away from Melvyn, you'll be sorry because your pen will end up there (pointing to the rubbish bin)
Shaun: That's ok I can just pick it up
R: I plan to bring that rubbish bin back home
Shaun: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Grinning Goat at 10/08/2005 11:34:00 PM pontificated

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