My fault?

In the last few day's I have been struggling with a post. I come up with something that seems good in my head and then when I get down to business and start writing it, poof, there it goes. Writer's block is a bitch. I even told myself that I would set a time every week and sit down and write a piece to show my enthusiasm in writing. I am. Interested in doing thing's like this. Writing is a good way to relax. Let your idea's flow through your fingers and marvel at the final piece of work, that unless you have a rather large fan base or follower's will generate no interest in the world at all. Your work will be condemned to be read by pedophiles that may have mistaken your page for a section of you know what.

It's not only blogs that I seem to be struggling with. Even, trying to get myself to study for a bit is harder than I suppose getting Julius Caesar to admit that he really did make a mistake by declaring himself supreme big shot of Rome. Although, after Brutus stuffed a knife, some 20 times in his back, he might have got around to thinking twice. Nothing like tough love, eh? I look back at the time when I was in school. The good old day's where people wrote on rock's and education was about hunting deer and killing sabre toothed tigers. I realised that there was momentum in the way that I studied and when I got around to doing my PMR exam, I was in total control. Heh, I even remember my teacher, shouting at me for not studying during precious break times. But I had it all under control and hey presto, aced it.

But now, I feel like that is far behind me and sadly it is. I can no longer sit at my desk and allow whatever that I learned in my lectures to stay there. It's like a burst dam. I keep filling it up and in 10 minute's, empty. Depressing is a understatement. I don't feel depressed. Which means what I feel is resentment and anger towards my lecturers. Why? Simple. Here's the thing. One reason why we actually did study in school was because the teacher would give us homework. When we did homework, we inadvertently studied the subject, and to follow up, when we re-read the chapter, it would stick in our heads. But when we grew up and went on to more lazzies faire system's, homework took a backseat. Which was great for most of us but I think it was a mistake.

Lecturer's argue that homework is too much for them to handle and they couldn't possibly cope with the enormous workload. But, I say, what the hell are your juniors for, nutcase? Give it to them as well, and I'm pretty sure you can get work done. Are the time's where teacher's used to go all out to get students to work hard and them, harder, gone like the Concorde? Or is it because I am in a college that lecturers don't want to work hard at all. So far in 15 month's of doing my law programme, I have never once been inclined by a teacher with a cane to hand in my homework. I haven't written an essay to give in that a lecturer can actually asses to see how much my life will crumble before me.

Or maybe I am wrong. Maybe it is all my fault. Maybe I am not trying hard enough and I should be pushing myself to try harder. Since I am a not a lecturer, I really don't know the situation that my teacher's in and I am in no position to criticize them. I'm sorry, but, I think something has to be done. Either the teacher's buck up and give us more work to do that can keep us in check or, or.... Well, see, that's all that I can think of.

So, if anyone can come up with a better way to help keep my grades from drowning me, tell me. Or I will maintain that my teacher's are all lazy and like to have a booze (for those of them that do) rather than see me getting an A and becoming supreme master of the universe.

Calling AGAIN??!!!

If someone were to ask me "Pramod, why did you name your blog Let's Not Go There", they would get in reply my very snappy retort along the line's of "My bloody wish" followed by an expletive, depending on who asks. Now, however, this particular story that I choose to write would in fact show that I did choose to go there. I somehow felt that it was a topic though discussed various times around the world by many people who have a better depth in the subject then plain old me, I had to give it my own shot.

A few days ago, more precisely on Friday morning, I was on the way to the bus stand (Yes, I do take public transport, No I don't have a choice.) in the car with my aunt and the radio was playing. Typical morning scene, slightly predictable, but it was what the deejays (whom I have a personal grudge against, FYI) were discussing on their show that day was what got my idea to write this story lit. Internet. Could we survive without it? Yes, I can almost see everyone rolling their eyes at me going "Mate, of course we can't, go write about something else will you? Something interesting, like syphilis maybe." Yes, go on, I know that's what you're thinking. You terrible people you.

So. What is it about this topic that got me so interested that I HAD  to like totally blog about it man (dumb bimbo stating a fact expression inserted here). Well, a decade ago, we did not have the freedom that we enjoy on the net that is become almost a norm to the 21st century. When I say decade I mean along the timeline of like 1990-2005? From, the most basic mode of the computer we now have the iPhone, the iPad, the tablet gizmo's, Satnav that comes standard with most cars, paying bills online. Basically, what this shows is that we are at all time's connected to each other through the net.

Now. Don't get me wrong. I don't hate the idea of being in touch with my family all the time if I was to say go study in England or something and my mom and dad were still here in Malaysia. It's fine. I am even prepared to admit I am a bit of a mama's boy who want's to grow up to be a carbon copy (personality wise) like his dad. But as one person that called up the radio station to agree with the statement, I found myself agreeing as well. Everything has it's pro's and con's. Especially the net that MAY seem to have many more pro's than con's at this moment. But I think not.

Let's take what that guy said for example. He said that communication is not the same anymore. Bloody hell if it was. I could talk to anyone, probably a Kalahari Bushman in the bush taking a crap in the morning through Facebook's chat if he had a handphone with internet, had a  Facebook profile and knew English.
Let's just say that he is that disgusting enough to chat with someone while taking a crap and satisfies all those criteria's then the statement is confirmed. Communication is not as what it was back in the day. The world has become much more smaller and is continuing to become so that the size of the world could be compared to Lindsay Lohan's brain size. Not big is it??

However, this only proves the case in favour of the internet. What my man on the net was trying to say is that with the world getting smaller, communication  has lost it's charm, shall we say. When we couldn't make call's to people oversea's at a free price thanks to Viber, my mother would once in a year get a card to make call's with. Sorta like a prepaid card and call her sisters in India. Then she would have like about an hour or more to talk to the two aunts of mine. Not enough with the range of topic's they had to discuss. "Who's getting hitched, who sold the family home, which family member is still an ass," and knowing the topic range that my mother can come up with, an hour seem's like a second. But my point is that, these calls that she made meant something to her. She could look forward to calling her sisters and catching up with them. Not that her sister mean anything less to her now, but the charm that I mentioned, it is sort of diminished.

Birthday's were a time that I looked forward to when people would send me presents and cards. Anything from the mail was a silent pleasure to anyone on the face of the earth. Unless you are all alone, miserable and  a social misfit like the Real Housewives cast. Also, my friends sending me texts or calling me up made the day feel more worth the while. Now, all they do is bloody spam my Facebook wall and do it for nothing. Cheapskates. I mean nothing say's someone means something to you like spending a few cents to actually call the bugger up on his birthday to see how he's doing, right? Well, wrong apparently. I loved to collect any cards that were sent to me and keep them for years. Now I HAVE to get rid of them or they take up space in my inbox.

Conclusion, we are hooked on the internet. It's a drug that has serious side effects. Life is changing because of it and it is not for the better in my opinion. Something's are better when they are done with a serious effort. Like the cards and the calling up someone. It make's the other person feel more worth wile with that slightly-harder-than-the-internet version that-really isn't- that- hard. So go on. Send a card. Through snail mail.

Eddie Izzard

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My call... Ing

Ladies and gent's... I have received my calling... No, I'm not converting religions, no, I'm not getting a sex change (option still open, though) and no I am not the son of God (though my dad seem's to think so)... I have finally figured that I have a trend towards the games that I play. Video games that is. If I was a healthy enough person then this blog would be most certainly longer, by which I would undoubtedly write about how I like to hit ball's round open spaces.

But no. Sadly. We shall stick to video games. Most games these days are to be honest, marvellous. The gaming industry is certainly booming. With the release of my favourite franchises latest instalment Assassins Creed Revelations, by Ubisoft, I am floored by the ingenuity of people that actually come up with this stuff. I mean, what the hell do they get paid by sitting all day making stories up? And what amazing things that these group of people can actually come up with? They actually can come up with a storyline that captures you and keeps you stuck to the screen till you're retarded or Dumbledore, whichever way he strikes you first.

But I'm steering off point. I seem to like games that involve real world mechanics. Sam Fisher, Ezio Auditore, Altair, Niko Bellic, and as of such. They all could have had a chance to exist if not for the fact that they probably came to life by grace of a beer bottle. What I'm trying to get at is that their stories involve the real world. No over the top sci-fi extra-arm-that-glows nonsense that Japanese games seem to revel in. Their area's  are ones that we are familiar with. Italy, Constantinople, America...Although Liberty City doesn't...

To probably not confuse you further, I hate anime based games. Sci- fi or thing's that really have the least chance of happening in my life time. I hate watching people get exited over characters that almost always seem to have the same hairstyle, overlarge boobs and the least amount of clothing. It is really sad. Get a girlfriend mate. My latest craze is the not so new Splinter Cell Conviction  which I seem to have some trouble acquiring. Have to get that solved. Any help?

Disappointed? Who, ME??

I have  to say, I have been avoiding this topic for quite awhile.I am an SPM leaver (finally) and the fact is that I didn't do as well as I should have. Am I disappointed? No. Hardly. Never. Nuh uh. Well, a bit. Why, because I know I could have done better. As a normal student would do, I blame other's for my shortcomings even though I know that the blame resides totally in me. I had the time to get my grip together and produce miracles that would amaze people around me including myself. I have done it before. In my third form, I was in a state where the teachers never even for a bit believed that I was actually studying properly. I don't think I was myself. But towards the end I manged to produce a straight aced result that I was kinda expecting and I made it to become the only kid in school that accomplished that result in that year. Lack of modesty, you ask? I lie to you not. I really was, the ONLY person in that school, THAT year to actually ace the exams.

But it never really bothered me. Now that I think back, it really should have. The school that I went to was lax when it came to seriously educating a person. Why? Because the place had a reputation for being the deadbeat school. No one there was taken seriously, for their education anyway. Why was I there? That was the place where all my mates that I knew from primary were. I was safer there, in an odd sense. Despite the reputation of the school being as it was, I had more friends there. I should have pushed to get to a better school (there was one down the road), but I didn't. No use talking about it now.

For 4 years (and a half) I stuck to this school. I got my 7 A's for the public exam. Then, the mistake. In my own opinion at the time I expected myself to be able to cope with the syllabus that was form 4 and 5. I couldn't. My teacher's were, if anything, great people, but were not just that good enough to get me to do better. The subjects required someone who could explain. No one could there. When we moved down to Malacca, I could hardly keep up with my new friends, despite me thinking I could. I'm sorry, disappointing Mr. Chay and all but that is how it worked out.  The lot over there were smarter, intelligent and all the thing's I needed to surround myself in the beginning. I suppose, coming to Malacca, I had more fun with them that my studying was neglected, I dunno. Something was lacking in me.

That was then, This is now. SPM is over. My life in public school is over. I don't regret not acing that exam. I admit that I could have done better, much better in fact IF I had been ready, but it was not to be. I got my 6 A's, 3 B+ and I am a happier person for it. Truly, I can say to myself that acing an exam is not all what it is cranked up to be. Sure there are benefits, but they don't benefit everybody, as people will tell you.

As a warning to all people whom are in public schools, don't adapt yourself to the lifestyle of memorising and expecting teacher to give the answers for everything, When you get to the outside world, you will suffer. I know. I'm going through it now.

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