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thirteen tales from urban bohemia

Thursday, January 18, 2007


Presently, there are three constants in my life:

1. Completing my thesis that could land me an employment with Shell Petroleum and make me so filthy rich that I could afford my own plasma screen TV. Mounted on my baseball bat.
2. Winning the All-Asians Debate Championship.

I love my blog. It affords me an absolute freedom of expression that I would not exercise under normal daily life circumstances as due to a perpetual heavy work stress condition that is only exacerbated by my perfectionist work ethics, I would normally be quite strung up and would not give two hoots about talking more than is necessary to get what I want out of people; let alone talking stupid about people, whom I also perceive to be stupid, in general.

But then again, I am the type who stereotype (that somehow sounded stupid). Anyone who doesn't fall under my purview of fun- that is loosely characterized by an overkilling affinity towards substance abuse-induced stupidity, they would naturally fall into the category reserved for those lame shit type of people who are either too chicken shit or egoistic to make a fool out of themselves i.e. uninteresting people whom I would not want to waste my precious time that would be more productively spent on chatting up 15 year old girls online on a Friday nite.

The irony being I am surrounded on a daily basis by these sorta queer folks everywhere. That is the sad truth about local universities. It gives me the creeps that everyone behaves like they have been in-bred for the past 7 generations. They look the same (wear glasses, go everywhere in their over-sized tees and unkempt pimply-teenage-hobo-werewolf appearance); everyone can't speak English to save their mother from being eaten alive by Hannibal Lecter (I know I come out with the most amazing analogies that makes little or no sense but nonetheless, very appropriate); still believes in the lie that their parents told them 15 years ago that if they keep up with their parrot-like behavior of scoring straight A's
in university by regurgitation in the absence of comprehension- in the end of the day it would mean that they are educated and formal education would make them the richest person on earth (I am educated, not because of the system but despite of the system); and everyone wants to get married before they turn 25 for fear of some unknown fatal societal force of loneliness that is also known as being a virgin.

Bearing witness to good ole' stupidity of youth seeping out of every corner of life creeps me out. What ever the fuck happened to "Hey, why don't you live a'lil?" and by that I don't mean let's go play bowling or go for church group meetings, fucktards.

And the worse thing is, unlike what most may unfoundedly think- this phenomenon of boredom enshrined does not occur just among the Non-English speaking students. The general elitist mentality among us English speakers in Malaysia is that somehow our shit does not stink compared to the rest who are more comfortable conversing in their Chinese mother tongues. That somehow, there is always a make-believe dichotomy between us and them that makes everything that we do or have to be better than whatever that is associated with the Thems. I say fuck all these horseshit imaginary social demarcations that could only separate because someone is too dumb to see beyond lucid background and linguistic differences. English or Non-English speakers are all the fuckin' same lot of idiots. If you are boring, you are inevitably still an idiot regardless if you watch your Southparks in English or Cantonese although I must say, the Canto version is pretty- imaginative. Just because one listens to Pharell instead of Jay Chou does not prove jack shit other than the former could be a western-
culture-hegemony worshipping whore who had forgotten his roots.

Eric Cartman is Chinese, you stupid motherfucker. According to MC Yan.

English or no English, they are all a fuckin' stupid and uninteresting lot. Everyone is too protected in our society. I have fuckin' 23 year old friends in my faculty who would not ride the public bus alone for fear of abduction, rape and all the bad things that bad people do to TWENTY-THREE-YEAR-OLDS whenever they are alone in a bus. Jesus Titty-fuckin' Christ and these are the same stupid bitches who wanna get married and populate our already-sorry ass world with their stupid kids. Thank god Down-syndrome kids are infertile.

Take a little chance, would you all? Just alil. I mean, C'mon. We only live once. Why can't I go thru one day when I don't have to figure fun and most-likely-to-be-stupid shit to do to entertain my sanity 'cos someone's already doing it for me? Why can't I go thru one day when someone just walks up to me and ask if I'd be interested in robbing a bank?

Kinda think of it- someone Did ask me that question previously. And he wasn't under influence. He wasn't joking either. In all honesty, if I didn't have to answer to anyone at that particular time i.e. my parents are dead- I would agree to rob a bank. Not for the money, but just for the sake of robbing a bank. No reason. Not that I need the money for a life-saving surgery or I am gonna give my loot to the poor, hell no- the poor's poor because they are too stupid to work their way out of poverty. We all know that Capitalism is a great incentive-based system. And according to history of everyone, Greed is a perfectly-acceptable incentive. The bottom line is- I would rob a bank just because I wanna. I mean how many of us could live to tell a story that could possibly make The Great Train Robbery look like amateur porno? I know who could- those dudes who got away laughing with that 50million bucks microchip heist. And I am cock-sure their folks are either dead, not talking to them or happily smoking an entire estate plantation of weed in some island off Bahamas.

Tyler Durden could not have said it better. Self improvement is masturbatory. Life has no meaning besides finding a meaning in making a meaning for others. We all live in a vicious cycle in a perpetual pursuit for happiness that either turn us to be really self-serving individuals or the rather morbidly self-centered ones who go around trying to make themselves feel better by justifying that they are not self-centered like the rest of the world, by attaining fulfilment out of making others happy, otherwise- they would not give a damn.

There is no meaning in life. We are all just circumstantial parts that keep a big machine moving; without some of which, the gears would still keep on moving possibly faster than before. So do not even pretend that anyone's even greater than anyone else.

Since nothing ever matters, why can't you all just live a'lil?

posted by Kit
8:33 AM

3 Comments:

Blogger Sarah C. said...

kit..i absolutely love this post..
call me when you decide to rob a bank..i want in..
heck..first you've gotta decide which bank..get the direction and in case we drive around in circles..get a map.

2:56 PM  
Blogger Nri2 said...

damn, sarah c. you sure know kit well.

i want in too. just because i think i'll look fabulous with ladystokins wrapped around my face.

so hear that, kit? GET.A.MAP.

10:03 PM  
Blogger chloeee ♥ said...

do u want to break in kl tower at 3am and skydive down the top together?

i think u make a fantastic "activity partner".

i relate. the whole "english ed", "chinese ed" nonsense really gets to me. just because the rest of my college cant speak powderful england, and the fact that i dont construct sentences like "whats times is it", i'm labeled the "english ed". and therefore concluded to be snobbish and stuck up.

fuck labels.

8:04 AM  

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