Right Ends, Wrong Reasons?

Lesson in life can come to you at any time and any place of the day. It comes when you're watching a crappy show on local television, when you overheard the couple behind you talking when you're queuing for coffee, or just simply from a nice conversation with a dear friend.

Parents are the major contributor for our lesson in life. How to tie our shoes, courtesy of respect, looking left and right before crossing the roads, etc. A few can come from friends, relatives, strangers, billboards, reading materials, radio and so many other sources you can possibly find. A catch phrase perhaps can really grasp your attention and I have been wondering about one to its deepest possible meaning.

Doing things for the right reason.

It's a decision making kind of issue. It's almost similar to the means justify the ends thingy. Yet I can't get this one out of my head for quite some time. Not that I'm in the midst of making any life defining decision (or actually I am or we all are every single fricking day). It's merely some thoughts surrounding the concept. Too many decisions made based on initial objectives or end-product dependent. The question of why is most of the time directed towards the planning stage or simply the intention itself. How about working on the majority votes; the right intention, the wrong process but the right end-result? How about the wrong intention but the right process and the right finished product?

I'm hoping to do things for the right reason. From its core purpose, to its concluding result, regardless to my benefit or not.

A simple life lesson to learn and I'm so far away from adult maturity. Boy.

Another Milestone

The first entry of this blog was written in November 2006. I started this project of mine out of curiosity for writing, excitement of expressing myself in a different level and possibly out of boredom as well. Though for many reasons I could think of why I actually started this blog is long beyond (or behind?) me, for whatever intention it was of the actual purpose that frequently changing, I am now happy that it's been 2 years, averaging 1.45 posts per week, 2.8 comments per entry, 15.2 visits per day, 467.8 words per entry, 99.3% written in English, 75.1% of its contents are crap, 15.7% are fictional and 20.6% came from the purity of the heart.

I'm forecasting that we'll see a significant decrease in entries rate for the next few weeks. Readers are advised to enjoy the links on the left navigation bar for substitute materials.

Cheers.

Dumbass Fatigue

Have it ever occurred to yourself that you often google (spell check doesn't approve this but I reckon you'd understand anyway) something that is far away relevant to your life? From the personal life of Paul Hewson, lead singer of U2, to the historical background of the newly elected US president, Barack Obama. Well, if not, mm, it's just me then. Hence, I believe I'm currently experiencing symptoms for Information Fatigue Syndrome (IFS).

I'm not even sure whether it is a real disease anyway. Although the point that I'm not interested to look more into it does mean that I'm not actually having this syndrome. Maybe.

Fast internet, global information age and people everywhere around the world, from professional writer to personal 'sharing is caring' blogger and uploaders have brought us here knowing so much more things in 5 years than a whole lifetime of a modest scholar of the 19th century. We can catch the latest episodes of Heroes as soon as it comes out on Tuesday evening, grab the latest celebrity gossips from Yahoo (or perhaps our own for us Malaysians here in Wellington heheh Gossip Girl style), the latest score from the NBA, etc.

Information is easy to get. Are we fed accordingly? If information were food, shouldn't you be fat now? I bet Einstein would be a pig. Hm, nah it doesn't work that way. Information, good or bad is still knowledge. Whether worth having or not is really up to the universe to set us up. Stupid? Nope. Just knowing things that's not relevant to the things around you. Well, maybe, there are people that are really hopelessly unintelligent.

Oh, the reason I wrote this is from my current mild fixation towards political blog, mainly Mahathir and Anwar, and several others, Ahmadinejad as most recent. I read, I tried to understand, confused, none of them is relevant to my current being anyway, but it may be relevant to my future self, but there are more other things that are more relevant, but I kept on reading.

Because knowledge is good, so I just knew.

Well, Lonely Boy

The room is now dead silence. Well, except from the sound of the television, neighbours humping and the non-repairable running water from the toilet. Just, well, it's wee bit quieter than before.

Jimi left today. Well, he's finally now on his way back home. I have the room all by myself now. It's a wee bit unusual. It's been awhile since I last have my own room.

Oh well.

I Bet He's Delicious Too

NJB: Do you think I'm better off clean shaved or just let it be?
Tommy: A bit of scruffyness is cool I think. Kinda Brad Pitt like.
NJB: You think so? I just bought a shaving cream this morning.
Tommy: Dude, if you really want to shave it, then just do it. Why ask me?
NJB: I just like a secondary supportive opinion. Especially from a sheep.
Tommy: How many times do I have to tell you don't call me a sheep!!
NJB: ... but you are a sheep.
Tommy: I play the guitar, I smell nice and I don't walk on four feet.
NJB: ... but you're still a sheep.
Tommy: F**k off.