2012

I've spent some many hours over the past year or so reading in to the whole Mayan prophecy and cross referencing it with this and that; from scientific predictions, religious predictions and Nostradamus' predictions. I found the whole thing quite interesting and intriguing, believe it or not, the concept is something to muse on. And boy, was I completely disappointed by the movie. In short my review would be 'It sucks.’ But if I were to be more analytical about it, I would say ‘It downright simply sucked.’ That’s about it, anything more constructive is not worth my time. The History Channel documentary on the issue was one hundred times more entertaining. Now I hope the world does end at 2012 so at least then I would be able to say “Well, at least this is better than the movie.”

1st November - Conversation with the Subconscious

“Okay, what are you trying to tell me? Honestly I don't get it. I have been chipping away at that crack on the wall but it's not getting me anywhere.” I said to my subconscious. His name is Hadria, constantly changing its form some times familiar and other times not. He responded
“There’s a light seeping through is there not? You are getting somewhere.”
“Where, and would even benefit my conscious life? Or am I just wasting my time?”
“I’m not at liberty to say. Just keep chipping.”

So I did, I chipped away as he watched from over my shoulders. “You see it now?” Hadria said in enthusiasm. I told him that I see nothing. “But you do see it then, nothing?” he said.
“How can I see nothing?”
“Don’t contradict yourself.” His voice became harsh.
Baffled and frustrated I threw down the chisel he provided me with “you’re the one being contradicting!”
“Look again!”
I pressed my face against the wall and stared through the crack. White light burned and that was it, nothing else.
“Look closer” his voice now growing calm.
I felt my pupils slowly retracting as the burning light began lose its intensity. I saw a figure of a man, a silhouette mostly. “See it now?”
Details started to take shape, and I felt as if I was spying on someone, peeking through a crack on the wall.

More and more the man began to look familiar. “Is that…”I said.
“Yes, it’s you.” Said Hadria
“And you too.”
“No, just you.”
“But you’re me.”
“Yes.”
“Then that’s you too.”
“No, it’s just you. At this time in your life I did not exist yet. Technically I did, but I was asleep. Very deep sleep.”

The image now clear, I saw myself in my room on my computer, the screen was out of focus, just blur. I had long hair. Must be a year ago, I thought to myself.
“Yes, It is. One year ago today, I’m there too but fast asleep, in the depths of your mind. You had no need for me at this point.”

I turned back to face Hadria, who now looked like me a year ago “Why are you showing me this?” I asked, still not seeing his point.
“Change it.”
“What?”
“Change it. Your past, change it.”
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes, I do, because you want to, and I am you.”
“Can I really change it, and what about everything that’s happened over the past one year?”
“It won’t exist, you’ll start there, November 1st 2008, and from there you can progress to here, now. But it won’t be now, because this now will no longer exist.”
“Then would we ever meet?”
“No, you wouldn’t need me and I will be asleep.”
“What do I do?”
“Tear down the wall.”
Hadria handed a sledge hammer to me “Quickly, we’re running out of time.”
“But I don’t even know if I want to.”
“You do because I do. Now, tear it down, NOW!”
“Wait, I don’t know…”
“Now!” he yelled.
I swung hard against the pitch black wall in front of me. It rumbled so loud I felt as if my ears would bleed. Hadria kept yelling for me to hurry up. I swung harder and harder with each swing. And louder the rumble became, it was followed by a loud siren. The siren became so loud I had to drop the hammer to cover my ears. The pain was excruciating. My head felt like it was under an enormous amount of pressure. Hadria pushed me out of his way, and started to bash the wall with his own hands. His fists and forearms were bleeding, he was screaming something but I couldn’t hear over the sirens. I removed my hands from my ears to hear his screams. “We’re too late!” his screamed was followed by a loud screech, then silence. Infinite silence.

Stranded in KL at 4AM with RM4.00

What a day it has been. First of all we finished work at 4am. On my journey home, to my bed, my car broke down, in the middle of Bukit Bintang. So Shiresh, who was with me as well, and I struggled to get the car to a side of the road. Where we were less of an obstruction to traffic. We managed to stop right outside of Federal Hotel. We waited out side of the lobby for my brother to come with some motor oil, which was the reason the car broke down. So we waited, and waited. And in that one and a half hours of waiting, we were relatively entertained, pretty girls with almost nothing on strolled on by, groups of drunkest stumbling around, wasted men puking all over the streets; (and right in front of the lobby where we sat), obvious drunk drivers, obvious gold diggers, obvious (I want to Fuck a white men) chicks, obvious escorts, obvious prostitutes and obviously weird people (i.e. topless fat dude with pants unbuckled and the shoeless morning wanderer). These are the true sights of KL. No Fancy building with a duplicate, no tall upside down gasing, no overly priced parking lots, no dancing lights (sorry Madaan.) but the essence of what made the city what it is, its inhabitants. The penthouse hoppers and the nomads, the sobers and the drunks, the ladies and the sluts, the locals and the foreigners alike, comprised of the very breath of this city’s life. There we sat in the heart of our country, stranded, on the sidewalk, with a bottle of coke, drinking water and some cigarettes, at 4 in the morning and with 4 ringgit in our pockets.

Our new world

Dead is the new unambiguous. Bipolar is the new undecided. Heavily armed is the new born again. Bald is the new head... and the new crotch. Hairy is the new face. Sheepishly admitting to having an STD is the new flirting. Purell is the new face of fear. Finding the time that's right for you is the new impotence. The smiley-face emoticon is the new "sincerely yours." Smoking is the new outdoorsy lifestyle. Looking forward to insanely expensive private schooling, thousand dollar a week nannies and soccer is the new yuppie birth control. Misinformed is the new patriotic. Veganism is the new "tastes like chicken." Serotonin uptake inhibiting is the new crowd control. Texting is the new talking. Talking is the new singing. Singing is the new hubris. Gay marriage is the new "be careful what you wish for." oh progression, aren't thou interesting.

State of Fear by Michael Crichton

We’re all in a constant state of fear, propagated by the media. Whether it be terrorism, war, economical collapse or the very publicized global warming. Michael Crichton states that there are always more sides to a story but only on side is told on a global standard. We are pawns in this game of media and politics and Crichton cries out for us to open our eyes. Don’t fall prey to mass media, do your own research, find every angle to the story, and you’ll find more often than not, we don’t really know what we’re talking about. Ice melting in a catastrophic proportion? Well, not really, an article from Geophysical Research Letter in fact states that the Antarctic sea ice has rising since 1979. Other studies show that ‘that both satellite data and ground stations show slight cooling over the last 20 years’. Along with many other varying studies, my point is why aren’t these papers publicly known, why don’t we know of any research that doesn’t support the theory of global warming? Simple it wouldn’t cause any fear, no fear to drive an economy, no fear to win votes, to fear to have control over citizens. Always look beyond what you’re told, may prove to be even more interesting.
Check out this documentary ‘The Great Global Warming Swindle’ to basically get a second opinion. I won’t say I downright do not believe in global warming, it may or may not be happening, but why don’t we ever hear about the ‘may not be happening’ side? Ponder…

Hunabku

…or Doomsday as we know it. I’ve always been somewhat fascinated by the Hunabku predictions by the Mayans, the day the world ends. It’s always been lingering in the back of my mind. So I decided to finally dig in to it. It is truly fascinating how accurate a civilization can predict up to thousands of years into the future, our present day. 25 000 years on their calendar ending with Hunabku, which equates to 21st December 2012. Yes, there’s a movie coming out ‘2012’ not sure if its based on the Mayans prediction, because the same date has been prophecies as the end of the world by a few other individuals as well, one of them being Nostradamus. When the movie comes out there will probably a higher awareness in this subject, true or not, time will tell. But as something to speculate on here are a few videos that sum things up. Simply to intrigue the curious…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wxQsLLOYC7Q
P.S: It's 3 parts

The Baader Meinhof Complex

Taking place in Germany during the 70’s, the children of the Nazi generation are fighting a war with their government for the support of the imperialistic America. With a very anti-America, anti-government statement, at times it can feel like propagation. Opening up with a bang, with really intense scenes of terrorism and police brutality, then to a battle between Politics and the people. It’s an eye opening look into the world of our 21^st century terrorism. It’s only too bad that somewhere towards the end the pace begins to slack, and so does the intensity, leaving you wanting a little more. Also, turning away from the screen can be unforgiving; the information is placed in between the lines and can get pretty frustrating at times. All and all, a very real look into one of Germany's dark days, told through the eyes of the leaders of a terrorist group (Red Army Faction), unromantic and intense. FOUR-STARS to The Baader Meinhof Complex.