Conversation with Glod

I was sitting down to begin eating my lunch when i was confronted by a bright light. Being a member of the dead i've lost most of my emotions, which included fear, so i regarded this new development with curiosity... the light soon materialized into an anthropoid form. I couldn't make out the face or gender of the being in question, not that it matters, so i began to contemplate what to make of this encounter... Just at that moment, it spoke in a voice that doesn't suggest anything other than a voice, with no hint whatsoever of the gender, age or personality of it's owner. The ensuring conversation went underway...

zombie : Er... greetings?
being : Hello zombie.
zombie : I assume you come in peace...
being : You may assume so.
zombie : ... You look familiar, have i seen you before?
being : I doubt it.
zombie : So... I can tell you're not here for homosapien gibs.
being : urgh, you can keep them.
zombie : Well how bout some rice crispies then?
being : I'm not here for food, I assure you.
zombie : Whew, that's a relief... So what do you want?
being : zombie, i'm here to have a chat with you.
zombie : Well, I guess i can spare some time, what do you want to know?

The being raised a question about my beliefs regarding homosapiens and the reason i'm not in love with what i once was. In truth I have pondered over this as well, i was once just an ignorant homosapien, but sometime ago i've discovered the foolishness of homosapiens and have disassociated myself from them, to answer this question first we must look at the definition of homosapiens...

homosapiens, in my own opinion is another type of animal, but an animal with no fur, no sharp claws, no camouflage, but possess superior intellect and two very flexible hands. Some people argue that homosapiens are not animals, believing so because homosapiens are smarter than any animal or even that they are superior because they are made by god with special plans...
the way i see it, monkeys and gorillas have about the same amount of intelligence, yet even they, the ancestors of mankind according to the theory of evolution, are labeled as animals, but homosapiens aren't? And of those who think that homosapiens are made special by god, i thought that "god" made all creatures equal, how exactly does making homosapiens special fit into that equation? And if homosapiens have a special task delegated to them you'll bet "god" is reevaluating "god"s strategy now.

Indeed, homosapiens are making a mockery of the world by polluting the environment, destroying ecosystems and thinking that money is the most important thing. They have total disregard of our planet as they continue to strip mine, major deforest, and constant combust objects so that they have their own personal comforts. What disgusts me further is how some homosapiens regard that they are entirely correct in their way of thinking and thus dont worry about it at all, and the worst thing is that they think that the earth being destroyed is a bunch of bollocks and not worthy of their attention... I realised this fact when i've reached a certain age, and from that time onwards i have felt disgusted by homosapiens and have decided to disassociate myself from them, choosing instead to become a zombie... (Do understand i'm talking in general here, i'm happy to share my time with any homosapien who i deem worthy).

So i gues that's why i have this distant disgust for the actions of homosapiens, and i feel that i'm doing my part by eating as many of them as i can, those who don't wish to be eaten better start to worry about the environment now...

Having said that, I watched the being nod his head and and begun to rise. The beings voice boomed out around me...
being :Interesting views zombie, it seems talking to you is much more insightful compared to talking to those priest who keep asking me for salvation of one kind or another.
zombie : Glad to help, say you look familiar, are you sure I haven't seen you some where?
being : I'm sure you did.
zombie : Ok, seeya some other time...

and i did, he was the guy working at the 7-11 right opposite my house...

you are so insensitive

I was bored one day while eating my lunch, so i told him a joke.It was about the stupidity of homosapiens. He felt offended by it and an arguement broke out among us. Here's what it was like...

Zombie: So, what do you think? Am i in line to become a comedian?
Lunch : That was a distasteful joke. You are insensitive.
Zombie: Oh yeah? What do you know of insensitivity? Do you think i want to be insensitive?do you think it's my fault that i'm born with no regard for other peoples feelings? well, let me tell you right here and right now, that you are being insensitive about insensitivity! I am insensitive and i'm proud of it!
Lunch : Geeze sorry, i guess i never really though of it that way... i guess i was a bit insensitive about that matter...
Zombie: Yeah well, as long as you have seen the logic of it and will never do it again.
Lunch : Yeah, i'll never do it again.
Which he didn't ever do again, in fact he never did much of anything again, cause i felt a bit hungry. This left me a bit happy, so here comes another blog.
Anyway, i've recently cut my hair...

yep, feel free to ooo and aaa all you want... it's me in short hair mode... lots of you might think it's a big improvement from my previous hairstyle, and to tell the truth, i quite agree... all that hair though seemingly provides a unique distraction for my otherwise flawed face texture, it actually promotes the obvious for all to see, so i guess having a haircut is a great idea, even my head feels lighter...

Haircut aside, I've recently felt the need to keep an extra eye out for danger in my surrounding area, Subang aint exactly fort knox... and since most of the time i go back to my tiny room while it's dark, you tend to be more suspicious of the dangers lurking in the shadows, you'll never know what you'll meet coming around the corner after all, a mugger, a crazy dog or even a crazy person... whats got me so safety concious all of a sudden? My sisters friend recently got mugged by 5 guys in a black car, they just drove up to her, came out with knifes and asked for money, go figure... So, anyway, i dont really know why i posted this blog, maybe i just wanted to promote the life long warning to all... Safety first!!!
Keep safe and alive, so i can eat you later... well, i'm hungry, time to go eat a hobo

it's quite possible you know

Yep, contrary to popular belief (and many sciencentific studies apparently), zombies do get sick. (Dont ask me why i uploaded this image here, i guess my brains acting up...)

And the sick zombie in question is undoubtablily me... must have been someone i ate... anyway, since this sickness is not getting any better at the moment, and i need a distraction after quiting my job at the web (yes. I quit my job under family influence), i've decided to work on my blog... again...

Anyway, yes, shocking as it may be i've decided to quit my slackers dream job post and start on my intensive physics tuition. not without a twang of regret. I really miss doing my homework and getting paid for it, and if i have no homework surfing the net or watching videos. But i had no alternative. My marks in physics were not as high as my family would like, and since my job has been leaked to the family unintentionaly, they put the blame on something they dont approve of but couldn't find a reason to disapprove of it... until now that is. Like hungry wolves they pounce on this problem immediately after they saw my marks, denying me the little fun and satisfaction that comes with earning money... well that's homosapien nature to you... sigh

So, now i'm a bit at a lost of joy, with it i've lost most of my drive to study, but that's not an option either, so i guess i have to study with a sour mood... yeah, i am angry at being forced out of a job, but the one i'm really angry at is not my family or my friends, i'm angry at myself, for being a lazy bastard and not doing well in my exams... so hey, i guess, that in life there are two ways to get whatever you want... One is to be a good individual, to obey laws, to follow the crowd, to keep in line, to work hard, and such... the other one is to be a manipulator of others, to backstab and betray when the time is right, to always suck up to the superiors, and get rewarded for fulfilling the needs of others... i cant be either. I cant be a robot...and i cant be a total asshole...

so i guess i'm doomed to be a failure in this society... Still, i won't give up though, life is unfair after all, what you need to do is just make it unfair in your favour, this way you'll make others suffer for your expense... for those of you who have a concience at hearing this, you can stay at the bottom for all i care, wise up, you cant get to the top without stepping on a few heads, and even there you are stepping on someones head constanly anyway... so just live with the fact that u are at the top and donate to charity i guess...

Man this sinus problem is even affecting my brain... i was starting to feel enjoyment... well i better sign out before i blow this monitor out of the window with my sneese... whoops, too late

suicidal thoughs

The thing with nature is that it somehow finds ways to compensate the disabilities of certaint animals by improving another part of it. For instance, cameleons are slow, yet they have camouflage skin, zebras with the most succulent flesh have strong legs. This holds true for homosapiens as well. Everywhere we see blind people with enhanced hearing, people with attention deficit disorder being alarmingly smart... and the people with small brains having big mouths. I have been studying the last of these creatures for some time now (for research purposes... more specifically how they taste) therefore i have begun to have a headache from their unbearable stupidity... even zombies get infected with these symtoms if they linger around long enough. So to get my mind straight again, i'm posting another blog.



Throughout my study of homosapiens, i have concluded one thing. Nature made homosapiens smart, but it also made them weak. In fact our smartness also contributes to part of that weakness, because with smartness comes emotion, with emotion comes sadness, regret and fear. Thus, we homosapiens decided that the best way to get over their general weakness, they have decided to live according to the theory that if the weak get together they become strong, hence they began living together, forming societies. This has proven to be effective to a small degree as less and less homosapiens are claimed by the wild... In fact they have begun to fight back. Packs of homosapiens began to hunt the mighty mammoths in the artic


(well it's not exactly the artic, but you have to give and take a bit)


The Great Whales of the Pacific




and even according to photographic proof, dinosaurs!...

ok maybe the last one was an exaggeration, but still you get the picture.


well, as i was saying, homosapiens aren't entirely protected by their society. The thing with society is, just like legends and myths, a construct of homosapiens themselves. When i say that it is merely a construct of homosapiens, i dont mean they dont exist, but that they do not possess a concrete form, that they exist merely as ideas that allow homosapiens to live in comfort. And since society is an idea that a lot of homosapiens share, there will always be conflicts of interest between homosapiens. And as with all living things, with conflict of interest there will always be conflict of words or even conflicts of arms. To prevent these conflicts to get out of hand, leaders of homosapiens have formed a new bunch of ideas called laws. These laws prevent the conflicts from happening, causing bodily damage upon even the smallest element of society. But to form these laws, the leaders have to provide an idea that causes all parties in the society to recieve fair treatment (this is hard i assure you as life is very unfair [which i'll tell you about in one of my later inserts], plus the fact that most leaders of society have the IQ of a box of hair).(Honestly, they dont look very bright do they?)

With no where to turn to, they consult the social norm(another idea, you can see where my theories are all based on). For those of you who have trouble understanding, the social norm is the accepted level of behaviour expected of an individual in a society, in other words, it defines what is considered normal in society. And as usual, when it comes to ideas that cannot be calculated, there are bound to be some conflicts in what is considered "normal behaviour". However in this case, there are no laws that can protect an individual from the conflicts based on the social norm, this is because the laws are determined by the social norm itself, hence in this case homosapiens had a huge contest of sorts, and as usual, majority wins. Thus the social norm, and ultimately the laws were predetermined by the majority. And with all majorities, there are minorities. These minorities become social outcasts. They are seperated from the society they come from either on their own will or by force. These outcasts were then left to die in the wild. These cases were what happened when the first societies were formed, those times homosapiens didn't care much for them cause they were deemed excess baggage(no teamwork you see, nobody wanted to be seem with those who were outcasted by society for fear that they will soon follow suit).

Nowadays, these social outcasts no longer die from the wild, well at least not that often, cause as homosapiens have killed off most wildlife in their bid to enhance themselves. So, with nothing to eat them and with new laws conjured by the "symphaty" of others, social outcasts are allowed to live within the society as long as they dont cause too much of a stir. But even when living within society, they are scorned as much as, probably more than lepers.Some of these social outcast, desperate to fit in to the crowd, changes their lifestyle and attitude towards life, gaining a life but ultimately losing their individuality. But there are those outcasts who when given a chance to change themselves to fit in, laughs at the face of "chance" and insists on living on their own principles. It is these people, unwilling to change their viewpoints to suit the society they live in, knowing that they'll never progress in their society and they are doomed to live a life of proverty, failure and solitude, they pondor the choices presented to them. Except for the lucky ones who really have a good connection and finds a knowing family, most of them will reach these two decisions a life of crime or no life at all. At this point the numbers are mostly split in half. Some become criminals of society, taking from it what they think they deserve, but ultimately ending up in a 4 by 4 or at the electric chair. Others find their salvation from the nooses of ropes, bottom of rivers, with knifes through their bodies or at the bottom of skyscrapers (after they jump off it of course). But one thing to note of all these cases, the victims mostly commit suicide because they are outcasts, because they are not loved...


The thing with homosapiens are they need a lot of love and care, not just at the infant stage, but throughout their entire life. When homosapiens are denied that little bit of feeling called love, they become desperate and think very strangely indeed. So if you know anybody, be it friends, family, neighbours, lecturers, relatives, acquaintances, pets, fans, heck, even enemies, who look a bit down, go over, give them a smile, and ask them what's wrong. You might not get much of a response cause homosapiens are shy creatures, but the main thing is they feel that you do care for them and worry for their well-being. This will surely brighten up their day, and perhaps, just perhaps, help save a life... this is good, cause there'll be one more homosapien for me to eat. Well, end of story. Sleep tight wherever you are, cause you just might become my next meal...

emotions

I'm the kinda zombie that doesn't cry... well, maybe once or twice, but not that often. still, that might not be a good thing, cause after all, sometimes you just really need to get your feelings out and it doesn't, you get frustrated after a while. So, with this condition, the only way that i can think of to express my feelings is through writing on my blogs, and so starts another issue on "living the life of a zombie".

Life has more twist and turns than any other road( it is after all the longest journey of your lifetime.) and at every minor false turn, you step into a bush with very sharp thorns. And if you're like me and think that you are smart by bringing along a nice long machete to clear the bushes, you'll be able to move along the path you've created to venture into a territory nobody has ever been to... in the middle of a friggin minefield.

See? being smart isn't always the best way out. Take my sister for example, she's smart (she got 4As for her A-levels! anyone reading this please give her a big hand... thank you), hardworking(no kidding, you should look at the amount of notes she takes), and talented(she sings, plays the guitar, plays the piano(grade 5 if i'm not mistaken), cooks, bakes, writes, does great graphics, knows kung fu, and much much more). With all these attributes, you can't stop but think, how i wish i was her, so successful, so loved, so talented... but i'm gonna have to stop you there. you see, being talented is as much of a blessing as a curse. Since her abilities are so numerous, my parents expects the best from her and denies her the freedom to do whatever she wants... "for her own good" it seems. That means "don't waste your talents on graphic design! go study medicine!" and "dentist earn more money compared to writers". So, just for being talented, my sister cannot have the fun she wants, the carrer path she craves, and the joy she needs. so ask yourself, do you really want perfection? can you handle it?think about that... and if you guys are thinking of it, my sister is single but is not interested in you.

On another note though, being completely lazy isn't good for you either. If you put off studying for as long as you can, you'll find that your grades wont exactly like that a lot. so i've just been through my first semester and scored 73 on average... not bad you say, i might say so myself, if not for the fact that i need at least 75 to be accepted into any good New Zealand Universities. So now, worried over my inability to study well, my parents are denying me the chance to participate in various activities in my college area. Come to think of it i'm a bit puzzled over the chronological placement of the events in my life. Why must the treasure hunt be on the same day as the equally important career and studies lectures given by professionals? and why doe my father want me to go there to listen to the damned talks? why try to open a door that has already been locked, bloted, cemented in place and extreamly heavily barricaded? i know he means me well, but i though i've already made it crystal clear...
I DO NOT WANT TO DO ANYTHING OTHER THAN COMPUTER SCIENCE!!!
but then i dont have much of a choice... he is after all supplying me with the mulah to continue my college education... (sigh) the customer is always right...

So, i guess, not much choices here, just to accept that fact along with the wishes of my father. just zed away another day until i can support myself, then i guess i just might be able to exert some authority in the house... still if you are reading this dad, i'm not that sadistic, i'll still give you whatever is best for you, after all, it is for your own good.

new post every week

things around me are getting a wee bit strange.
i've observed cats feeling cold
nations shifting coordinates... (don't tell me that doesn't look kinda like Australia)And of course the most popular subject of natures torture, the humans
with all these strange happenings around me, i can't help but feel worried, so i decided to do what any normal person would do under these circumstances. i decided to write another post for my blog. In fact i think i'll start posting blogs whenever i feel like it (which is mostly during weekends) and keep you guys updated on whatever is going on throughout my unlife.

so, now that that announcement is over, lets get on to this week. i've recently started work at a computer lab in my college that is open for students. it's a slackers dream job. i'm actually getting 5 bucks an hour just to sit there and go online, play games, do my homework, and tell everybody who comes in to scan their student ids. And the coolest thing is the second day on the job and the entire Subang had a power outage, that meant that i only have to work about 3 hours to get 5 hours pay, that kinda rocks, i think i'll try that again. But then again, work is always hard. carrying printer paper is murder, i never knew you could get so many paper cuts in one minute, by the end of the shift i was looking like this. also i cant even warm the seat with my butt. every time i sit down and start to relax, some retard will come up to me and say "excuse me, but i can't log in to my computer...". these idiots can prove to be a major pain in the ass. But since i'm working, i dont have much of a choice but to tell them that their password is their IC number with the dashes. still i would gladly give up my job just to be able to do this.
But then some things will just have to be tolerated. just like whatever life throws at you, for instance, bad neighbours, homework and other nuisances that can choke a dog. So, the best thing to do is choke it down, then make the most out of it, look on the bright side instead of going straight for the bad parts. Anyway, stress session over, i'm out.