Uu, Another Entry

This is the seventh entry of the month. So far this year I averaged 3.9 entries per month (January tops with nine). What happened?

A. Busy.
B. Lack of ideas.
C. Lack of motivation.
D. If I'm writing more than once per month that's good enough.

Busy.

I don't like the word 'busy'. It just a sign of weakness in managing my own time. I try not to use 'busy' as a reason to not do anything (well, not anything - certain things, that I like of course). Nevertheless, I have been busy - and I dislike the fact that I'm still incapable in managing my priorities to do as much things that could make me very happy.

Lack of ideas.

Well, duh. I'm not made of ideas. Although if I could wish for one - I would prefer to be made of money. But hey, another thing that I'm not fond of is money - but that is another story. A long one. Perhaps in the next entry - or next month. So yeah, I'm not made of ideas.

Lack of motivation.

...

See? No motivation even to explain it.

Hey, this is the seventh entry. Hooray!

False Virtue

"Patience is a virtue."

Well, we all have heard of this saying.

"Good things come to those who wait."

"Sabar separuh daripada iman."

Somewhere along those lines.

Many of us believe that we are patience on certain things. Some of us don't get mad easily, have great control of emotions, always looks for the glass half full, etc. All of these are with awareness that the benefit of waiting has an acceptable expiry period - or just simply, a possibility to happen.

"Menunggu bulan jatuh ke riba."

Self-control defines a person - well, to a certain extent of course. I see no problem in rushing into things or wait for another year to catch the bus. If you have a good reason for it, why not? Patience is idiotic if you're willing to wait forever with false hope. Patience is not the best choice if your idiotic daughter raised her voice to you wanting her belly to be pierced. Well, I'm not saying you should go and hit her. I'm saying that delaying responses, whatever that maybe, may not best fit the situation.

Some say false patience.

I say nothing wrong of being angry of the situation. It is human to express disappointment or disapproval. It is inhuman to use that reason to stab another person. It is human to forgive him and prosecute him accordingly. It is inhuman to make sure he'll be tortured and eaten alive by dogs. It is human to make sure it is right to do so.

Patience has limit too. It doesn't give you the right to slap her in the face - but you should not just sleep on it and see what happens.

So many times, I found myself to be the lesser part of this.

If Only You Try

About two weeks ago, I requested a suggestion about what I could write about. So here I am, in response to that, would like to write about weakness. Not necessarily mine - well, it can be but I'm also trying to address the human weakness in general as well. Hence, thank you for the suggestion.

This won't be about physical weakness. Well, maybe it can - I'm not too sure. We'll see how this entry goes. I'm particularly thinking about human weakness of things that you don't want or like other people to know about. Something like our own insecurity. Well, maybe it is exactly our insecurity because we normally are insecure about our own weakness of something. Unless you are insecure of something you are really good at, ... well, that is not covered in this entry. Maybe, next time.

Anyway, weakness can be something that we cannot change and something that we actually can but require tremendous amount of effort. Plus, there's no point talking about weakness that we feel secure about. That's no fun (as if this one is).

Wikipedia defines insecurity to be a feeling of general unease or nervousness that may be triggered by perceiving ourselves to be unloved, inadequate or worthless - whether in a rational manner or completely nuts.

Well, love insecurity is really not my expertise. Well, not that I'm saying I am an expert in other types of insecurity. Just if I can compare my level of crapping about stuffs, this would be the worst. I'm just pro-logic. A loves B plus B doesn't love A equals the relationship is not working out. Hence, just move on.

What can I talk about really?

Inadequacy or worthless. Well, in my own context, I know I'm not the smartest person around, nor even the most athletic or charming whatsoever. The worst? I don't believe so.

Is that a good cure for insecurity? Positive thinking, or some say arrogance.

I'm not even sure that is positive thinking. Not that I'm shouting inside my head, "I am the greatest!". It's more like, "I can do this! I might even be the best. If not, I know I won't be the worst at this. Anyway, I'll be good at this.". Either way, the best choice of action is just do it. The worst thing that could happen is that you'll fail so badly that you'll go down as the worst loser of the century. Other than that, you'll be fine.

Ignorance may be the cure.

"I don't care what you think. I'll do this and you just stay the fire-truck away.".

Stupid.

"I don't care what you think. Just let me go and I'll beat up that polar bear."

Insane.

"I don't care what you think. Just let me go and I'll beat up that polar bear for eating all the fish."

Bad for society.

"I don't care what you think. Just come and help me beat up that polar bear. It ate your fish!"

Well, I don't have an answer for you about insecurity. The way to overcome insecurity is personal to you. We all have our own way to deal with it. Nonetheless, it is perhaps better to lean on the choice that can benefit more than just yourself.

"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter
and those who matter don't mind."
-Dr. Seuss-

Tips of the Day

I stumbled across this from a friend's page. It's about a New Zealand police officer offering an invaluable advice in buying a pie from the BP Station at 3 o'clock in the morning.

More police officers should follow his example.

Stay safe everyone - especially when buying pies at the BP Station.

I Hate That I Kinda Like It

I'm in a pretty good mood. Not that my university year is over yet. Well, I did just submitted my core research paper for the year. What's left are still three more reports to go which due on October 19th and November 5th. Then, I'm all done.

Okay enough about me.

So yeah, I'm in the good mood (Well, it is my blog anyway so it's always about me). So I updated my blog template. I did like the previous one I had before. Just, I found some technical difficulties in managing the template and I decided to just simply replace rather than repair.

If only I could draft my own template.

I am now in a good mood. For a number of reasons - tiny ones - enough to lighten myself up to spend some time editing this site.

And by the way, I'm recently enjoying these songs, not that anyone asked:

• Bruce Hornsby - The Way It Is
• Dave Matthews Band - Where Are You Going?
• Go West - King of Wishful Thinking
• John Mayer - Free Fallen'

Uu, 30 Rock is back. I miss Tina Fey.

Toilet Break

I have a dream.

Or more like an aim, I think.

Or maybe, actually, I have a need.

While the above mentioned sentences implied the same thing, the approach towards the matter would most probably be significantly different.

Sort of that 'the ends justify the means', again - sort of.

Well, in most cases, if not all, I strongly pro 'the ends do not just the means'.

The means, or the approach, taken to reach for a dream, an aim or a need, are as important, if not more, as any part within the process.

Perhaps, even at the end, for many times, the reached dream, aim or need are merely as sweet as the experience in moving towards the established direction.

The emptiness at the end of the line.

Only filled with joy of moving towards it.

Hence, another dream.

Even before the previous one was met.

Poop.

Engage Boringness

I gonna try something here, which may lead to unnecessary embarrassment but I believe the you readers are not that cruel to leave me hanging here.

I wish for a topic to write for my next entry. I would like you readers to suggest me one, or two - please, by all means go nuts. Drop it in the comment section. Throw me a word, a question or anything that can potentially engage any kind of thoughts.

Zero response would lead to the ultimate closing of this blog.

Just kidding. I would not let you decide the fate of this blog.

But really, don't leave me hanging here.

Winner may get a prize?

Well, again kidding.

Seriously, don't leave me hanging here.