Shingeki No Kyojin

The fandom and the reviews spread. From Japan. To around the world. To my peers and relatives. To me.

I heard recommendations and reviews to try this anime out. They say it was awesome. Much much more awesome then SAO.

I've already watched SAO and I know how awesome it is. I needed no more persuasion than to start.

But the thing being "much much more awesome then SAO" really set my standards high.

Nevertheless, if someone asked me now, I would gladly justify that it is indeed better than SAO a little (don't get me wrong. I like both.)

I think one of the main reasons that made me love SnK (Shingeki no Kyojin aka Attack on Titan) is, how I see things through Eren's eyes - how I am able to take something fictional and see that it applies to the reality.

In case that you guys don't know about the story (please watch the anime or read the manga.), its about how a young boy living in a world terrorized by Titans (or giants if you may please.). Good thing for the humans in the story, they're living in cities protected by high rising walls, protecting them from the Titans.

What would you do if you were one of the humans in the story? Stay inside the city, live happily without even bothering what is outside? Stay as normal as possible?

Not for Eren. To see what the world is outside, he has to purge the Titans of their existence. He needs to avenge the death of his mother by the Titans. Even if it means his own death.

Coming back to the reality, most of us are complacent of having a normal life, spend their whole life trying to climb up the corporate ladder, spending their life trying to clear debts...

But not me. Just not me.

I yearn to be different. I want to be different.

I will be different. 

Grandpa

Sometimes you wished you have done something abit earlier...
When he was troubling you, when he asked for companionship in the middle of the night...
At least at that time, he can still talk...

 Now...
He isn't talking,
Nor eating.
You see him growing thinner and thinner day by day...
Weaker and weaker day by day...

Come this Friday,
Might be the last day I might see grandpa for the last day he's alive...
His days are numbered...

I still remember him drafting out Math questions after dinner everyday...
From summations, subtractions to multiplications and division,
Or playing badminton with him every afternoon,

Yes I have been cold towards him,
And I think most of us were cold too,
Just perhaps not as cold as me I think,
Then he stopped asking for companionship,
Stopped asking for someone to talk to...

Now when all hope is lost,
I seek my best to earn back the time that I have so easily forsook,
So eager to turn back the clock,
To the days I visited his shop excitedly,
Asking him for a bottle of F&N beverage

Ahh... Nostalgia...
Even though I may have more than what I had in the past,
I would still turn back the clock
Go through all the pain that I have went through,
To give Grandpa more love,
The love that he had showered me while he could,
And to repay for the love that I am desperate to return...

Come this Friday,
I hope to let my love flow through my tears,
As this is the only way I could repay the love,
Grandpa gave to me since I was born till now...

Lingering

I can choose not to think. But still I cannot entirely forget...

그녀가 전전히 잊어버리고...
왜?
그게 누가 봐도 멋진 남자니까

I will slowly forget about you
Why?
Because anyone who sees what I'm doing, will know that I'm doing the right thing...

最

最长的距离，不是你我之间的距离； 而是你在我心，但不在我身边。

最冤枉的， 不是有女生要我电话； 而是我没有任何理由地喜欢上你。

最痛的感觉，不是你打碎了我的心； 而是我心甘情愿，让它不攻自破。

最惊叹的事，不是我挑女友的条件高又多； 而是喜欢上你后，我把每个条件都给废除了。

最可笑的是，不是我不喜欢一位年纪小过我的女生；而是喜欢上一位年纪比我大几岁的你。

最悲哀的是，不是我不给其他人机会， 而是我还在等待着奇迹的出现。


Scumbug heart... Y U make me like the wrong person again? 

Effort

Since the days where people started working, defined as getting paid by someone who hired you, work output has always been measured by the hours spent on doing it.

You work, you get paid. You work more, you get paid more (in some circumstances). It is nature. It is how things were. And it is also how things are currently.

Then Key Performance Index (KPI) came. It was the start of something new. That work will not only be measured by the hours put in. But also the EFFORT.

At a specific time length given, a KPI can access whether an individual outperforms or under performs based on his or her historical records.

Example, if a carpenter is required to make 10 chairs in 10 hours, but manages to finish all 10 in 7 hours, he has certainly outperforms his KPI. He gets paid for his EFFORT, and not for the sake of working 10 hours.

Hence, these days you have people working flexibly, regardless of the time they must be present at their work station. People get to work from home, more freedom and pleasure I would say.

But still, work is still measured by the time and duration sacrificed these days. In some cases it is still inevitable. I don't blame the system.

I can just hope that one day I can escape such a system. Escape the rat race that I fear I may be running until 60 years old, should I am afraid of taking a leap when the time comes.

I have only one life. A life is a life ONLY when you live it to the fullest. Running a rat race for the rest of my life is not intriguing to me at all. How can a life be a life when you're not gonna spend the most of it doing something you love? 

p.s. Sometimes, when I see people out there, who are different from the rest, not needing to slog for a living, earning money in such a way where they needn't sacrifice a big chunk of their time, the enviousness keeps haunting me. Yes I would love to be rich to a certain extent. Not because I love a lavish life. But more because that I would love to have the time of my life to do what I want.

Because I want to live my life my way :)

Black

Black is the color of my country

A protest against an election deemed not free. 

From Kelana Jaya to Batu Kawan

The battle's on, not an outing for fun.

I am a person of perspectives. It is my strength and also my weakness. A person of perspectives can see from a lot of angles. He or she benefits by not overlooking things that may be blind to those who are too strong with their views.

But he or she may also hesitate and postpone an action that ought to be taken, for taking too much into consideration. Fear for being on the losing end. Fear for making a wrong decision. Always in a dilemma, unsure of taking the right or left road.

It was a protest against dirty elections. It was a unanimous cry against the lies that the people have endured. It was something democracy would have allowed, and not branded as illegal.

I was one of them who gathered at the Kelana Jaya stadium. I was one of them who wore black (black shirt, black shorts, black cap). I had the right to believe what I believe, the belief I believe is shared by almost half the voting nation of Malaysia.

The crowd was unbelievable - the stadium packed to the brim. It was an occasion which outmatched and outstripped every football match that had been held in that very stadium. Rain or wind, deemed legal or not, it did not deter the people from gathering and creating a night to remember.

As soon as the climax was about to end, by who else other than Dato Seri Anwar Ibrahim, me and my relatives knew it was going to be crowded when everyone starts to leave after Anwar's speech. We quickly made our way to the exit, through the wet and muddy field patronized and accommodated by the crowds, slowly, without stepping on them.

Too late.

The field became chaotic. Everyone wanted to leave. Some people are even trying to come down to the field, for their specific reasons. There was a terrible bottleneck, where there was only one available exit and entrance to the field.

I was pushed, shoved, squeezed by the impatient crowd. I was impatient, not at the speed we were going, but at the impatient and terrible crowd activity going around. However, surprisingly, I did not lose my temper. Nor did I ask them to stop pushing. Probably I was too tired. Too longing to go back to my bed.

Then I got lost from my relatives. I could not even control where I was moving. I ended up at LDP, which was the wrong side. My relatives have to walk back to their car, brave through the traffic congestion caused by the crowd to fetch me at the other side from where we originally parked.

There I was, alone, walking down the pavements beside LDP, pondering and thinking about the gathering. That was when my perspective intuition kicked in.

Is it right to hold such an occasion?

Prior to attending, I would have gave a firm yes. Up till this very movement, I would still say yes, but I have seen the ugly or unwanted side of an event this magnitude.

An occasion like this was to let our voices be heard. That we aren't happy with the current situation. That we have the rights to express them in an outspoken but not crossing a boundary which may disrupt peace.

Let's admit. The din and chaotic aftermath was a disturbance to the night. An occasion of voicing out our discontent against unfair election is not recognized by the current ruling party. For them, they view it as an excuse for not accepting defeat, or in other words, going against the current government, posing a high threat against the peace and stability of the country. They are correct, and I agree to a certain extent.

It was supposed to be an event, led by Ambiga herself, and not Anwar Ibrahim. To some extent, it was an event fueled by an opposition movement.

This is what I have realized. The current opposition movement is campaigning against dirty politics. But by doing so, the effective way they seem to be using is by fanning hatred to the current ruling government, which I considered somewhat unhealthy.

Then again, this is the only way Pakatan Rakyat can fight this war. It is not the right way to win the people's heart, but then again, it is the only solution.

I support what Pakatan are trying to do. But that doesn't mean I am all in for their methods. How they plan to counter this issue in the coming 21 days is an issue. Even if a miracle happens, they face a huge task ahead too - winning back my vote after 5 years, and not expecting me to go till the end with them.

Rise

Time to rise from the ashes. Time to lead a life that is beneficial not only to me, but also to others. Time to use time to learn, rather than to relax.

Since my 2 best pals are already on the road towards a fruitful 2013, setting schedules and goals for themselves, here I am posting mine.

1. Picking back my Korean (self learning at the moment)
2. Continue practicing my piano.
3. Learn guitar.
4. Run daily, increasing my running distance time to time.
5. Finish a full marathon on time.
6. Listen to more variety of songs, regardless of the language.
7. Read up on investing
8. Read 60 books by the end of the year (just finished 11 at the moment)
9. Achieve a body weight less than 75kg (ultimate would be 72kg)
10. Build up abs and packs. Hopefully when I get my full marathon's medal, I will bare my top and take a picture! HAHAHA

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!