5 Things I Believe/Disbelieve (Part 1)

Here you go, what makes me well.. me, aka highly retarded.

1. Black and White

You know how some people tend to draw the line between right and wrong. "You're either black or white, there's no middle ground."

I don't know about you, but I find the legend of Robin Hood a good reminder that the grey area is ever present and is here to stay. To rob the rich and give to the poor; how intriguing. Some people evaluate the situation by its means, while others focus on the end result. Does the end justify the means, or does it really matter after all? Even then, how far is too far? That in itself, holds yet another grey area. Thrive on the chaos guys.

2. Evangelism

Couple of years ago, I was outside a mall, minding my own business when this guy came along, introduced himself as a Jehovah's Witness and then started to passionately preach to me about.. about how horrible I was and how I can live like a hundred times longer by eating ONLY the food mentioned in the Bible. Apparently, I was also horrible and I would go to Hel.

It's not hard to understand why people are often intimidated or put off by Christians. Despite being one, I feel the same way. It's hilarious to see some Christians, especially youths, proclaim their holiness and unyielding love for God in church, and then return to decadence the week after. The best part however, is when they start to judge me for not putting on a show in church like they do. And that's why Evangelism doesn't work. Talk is cheap, practicing what you preach is costly, and watching those people fail.. priceless.

3. Getting Lost

I like to surprise myself when I head out, which is why I don't have concrete plans as to what I'm going to do that day. 

Sometimes, getting lost is a nifty little way of discovering more about yourself. The same goes in life. You make choices and you don't look back, because whatever happens next will change you into the person you are today. So if you wake up not knowing what to do, follow your instincts. If it tells you to embark on an unknown journey, do it. If it tells you to take off your pants and run around the neighborhood, do it. Actually, no, don't do it.

4. Society 

You know you live in a sad world when people are liked for their popularity and not by the things they actually do. Facebook is a great documentary about these people who pretend to be deep by ripping pensive quotes and telling others how to "live right". -snorts- sure, because 12-year-olds who swear and read Twilight are sooooo mature.

By the way, I don't think I've ever taken a "directioner" or a "belieber" seriously in my life. Just sneaked a chuckle typing that. 

5. Patriotism 

I wished my parents thought it through before deciding to have me in this country. I'll admit, there are times when I'd hate myself for not growing up elsewhere. A better place without Singlish, conscription and rigidness. But that would mean missing out on chicken rice. Decisions..

I talk to my penpals from around the world, and every single time they complain that they're bored, I shoot them with my rofle (see what I did there? rofle.. rifle.. nevermind). Other countries have learnt to balance work and fun, so their lives are more eventful, with less worries about trying to afford the most basic amenities, and actually having that I-am-genuinely-free-after-work mentality.

I don't love my country. Never have and never will. 

So there you go, the first part of a series that I can hopefully sustain. Although I find that my posts are not as amusing as I'd hoped it would be. I blame my culture. What's your excuse?

Critical

Yeah isn't it just typical of me to leave after posting a cluster of unappealing articles, only to reappear weeks later with no reasonable explanation. Golly..

I swear to God, it's so difficult to work with someone who sucks at English, and my boss is one classic example. But Ben, what if he stumbles upon this blog and sees what you post about him? It's alright, I doubt he can get past the first sentence anyway. So recently, I've been tasked to help him write his reflections, and more often than not, I suck at it, mainly because I don't understand a single word he's trying to say. Yeah, that's how bad his English is. If I'm feeling suicidal and want to enhance the difficulty of my task by a million times, I'll probably ask him to explain himself.

Now if you've served your NS before, then you'll know that working with an army spec can be a total nightmare. I don't want to look down on them, but it is a fact that most of them join for the money, because nowhere on Earth will they be paid so much with so little education. More often than not, they come from boorish backgrounds; so throw a bunch of them together, and well.. you get the general idea of how the Army runs. A has an idea, B has another idea; bunch of swear words flying in all directions, and nobody gets anywhere. Being an army clerk isn't as glamorous as what most people think. You do more work for dumber people, and you're being paid less.

I'm not without controversy, so I'll say it again: I'm not a patriot, and I think two years of my youth spent in camp as a form of duty is absolute horse shit, because ain't no way I'm going to catch up to my female counterparts achieving so much more in life. The amount of brainwashing they serve you is amazing; I mean just look at the latest movie, "Boys to Men". Oh and yes, asking them if it's a propaganda movie WILL guilt them into saying yes, because people don't lie.

Lastly, I do try actually, to make my rants lighter and funnier, because they really are. Many people tend to think that people who rant a great deal are usually angsty and have probably had their porn subscription cancelled so they have to find something else to get off to. (It's not a personal experience, I swear!) But this lovely country of mine is not short of drama, so be sure to get your regular dosage of Vitamin Cs (Condescension, Controversy, Cynicism) right here, brought to you by your friendly blogger at Benjamin Lestrange! (it's true, I'm not unapproachable like what people at Church Camp say I am, oh wait..)

Downhill

It's always difficult to judge my own standard, especially when it comes to writing, because sometimes I might be overly biased about it, and sometimes I might feel good about it and relax my judgement. Having a writer's block these past few weeks has really taken a toll on me. It's like I feel that I'm unable to come up with anything witty or insightful, and even if I do have an idea, I'll probably dismiss it as garbage and never work on it again. Perhaps this is what being a writer will eventually be like for me, having to deal with these negative situations and how I'll have to find ways to beat the odds and meet deadlines, all while producing top quality content.

Writing feels like a game of roulette sometimes. I spin my wheel of a mind and hope that a good idea clicks and formulates. After which, I tend to think twice about venturing; will I just stop the idea there, or risk going nowhere by trying to expand it. An accomplished writer once said to never doubt my own gut feeling about these sort of things, but sometimes these feelings often come with disappointments and I'm filled with so much self-doubt that I never want to think about it again. It's scary to think, that my escapist mentality might have ruined several good ideas.

In all, I apologise for the seemingly poor (at least in my books) content during these few weeks, and if you have been reading and following my mildly disturbing blog all these while, thank you for putting up with it. I'll try my best to come up with something better next post. No really, I will. ):