The story that really drags me to introspection and retrospection is this
Yeah, the only surviving Northern While Rhino I used to write about a couple of years ago finally stops his enduring and lonesome pain as the only male Rhino in the world.
He surely has had enough of this world. A comic king living in his small kingdom with nothing but his daughter and grand daughter, guarded by a group of lovely vets and a few valiant warriors scantily armed with their AK47. Sounds like a tyrant facing the end of his reign (like Qaddafi, Hitler, Sadam Hussein, Mubarak, Robert Mugabee, the list goes on). His rear legs are too weak to support his copulation. So he couldn’t do nothing to please himself a bit, even he were a pedophile and incest pervert. If you were him, you would probably, highly probably, say, “man, give me something so I can kill myself. I rather kill myself. Please."
Sorry for him, and the whole kingdom of Rhinos. If I am a conservationist. No, I am not. I used to be a bit lachrymose. Maybe a bit too lachrymose. Maybe I just pretend to be one to seek attention, or seek someone to talk to. But I really feel I have changed.
And, this morning I did watch the news, telling me we shouldn’t be too mournful about the last king of Scotland. The news told me something I didn’t used to know, that population of different species of Rhinos actually have increased for the last couple of years because of concrete action to stop poaching. Thanks to Greenpeace and other conservationist NGOs.
And the news I share tells that there is technique for resurrecting this horny Jesus, if we really want to. Better not to, if the resurrected horny Jesus knew we spend zillion of effort to make him live in a kingdom he can fuck no one but his senescent daughter, or granddaughter, or himself, he would definitely euthemise himself once again. “Oh my Father, why the fuck have you forsaken me."
Just kidding. Have some great news to tell my son, and daughter. That, death is horrible. But there is something hopeful that we can still laugh out loud.
This is the extension of my last post (or last last post, anyway). Ricky Gervais, it is the first time I saw his stand up. I don’t know why I’ve been bombed with comedy shows and standups in my Netflix….I expected to have Netflix and Chill!!!! You know what chill is!!!!!! I supposedly got fed a lot of boobs!!!! Watching a lot of middle age men standing up doing fucking jokes definitely does count one.
Anyway….I love comedy show. Rick’s style did recall my first memory of watching Dayo Wong when I was very very young, in Asia TV, which already died. (A dead dog resurrected one day as a cat is not a resurrection! You know what I mean). Very dark and very funny. With a lot of explicit contents. He spent nearly a quarter of his time telling my sickly Twitter interaction has been. But it doesn’t mean we have to cut it off. Getting on MTR every day is sickening as well. You know what I mean. Having had a world class funny man say “唔鍾意咪撚fo" verbatim in English was something, to me, a guy who are addicted to it for quite some time.
Hope anyone would enjoy.
PS. Netflix, if you do hear, please send me some boobs as well. I really love boobs. I do.
I know second amendment. I know full well the mascot rifle argument is weak. I know full well second amendment means everyone in us can arm to protect yourself, to an extreme that it may imply equivalent arms to government, in your case implying a nuke bomb.
No one fucking care whether people can have nuke bombs or not. All we want is to support your March, for a real way of preventing the same news happening again and again.
The whole world supports you children
It’s one of the heart bending, heart warmingly hilarious though, stories I read in this Magazine. First, I have to prostrate for the power Twitter got!!! converting a deadpan family grown Westboro follower, with knock-on domino effect on the family members around her, Phelps-Ropers’, the queen bee of the whole community!!!!!
Thine kingdom, Thine power, Thine glory, for ever, Amen!!!!!!
And the girl found true love through twitter conversation! And she even dreamed of the boy who may or may not exist!!!! And finally get together, like 張翠山 and 殷素素!!!!! What the Eff!!!!! A love story that starts well and ends well, through Twitter. The second case as far as I am concerned!!!!
Yeah….it’s fascinating to be there sometimes. That calls back my memory when I first set up an account there, meeting people there I felt so strange, and so wonderful, at the time. Surely there is something in it. Its getting more toxic day by day cannot nullify my very memory about back then.
Abihbot – I used to long for being a kind of him, debating and discussing with the guys whose belief I cannot even understand, or can feel nothing but disdain, while keeping a courty friendship online. But I failed quite many times to do that. So I stop longing for it for so long. The reasons may be (1) I am not as knowledgeable as Abihbot; and (2) I am just as idiot as an average Twitizen in attitude and choice of words when I discuss with people. Surely I should have said a lot of things that hurt people there.
So I say, I hate you, but it’s fine coz I hate you as much as I hate myself. That can even count as love, if you know what I mean.
Still. I am not trying to be full of myself, that I can give you insights about what I learnt from the passage. I only share funny thing. And this article surely is one of a kind. I don’t pretend to know anything. Because I really don’t know.
The only last thing I want to say, don’t choose life that comes after, because we never be sure if there is one. Don’t choose life that came before, because it’s gone. Choose present. That is life, the only thing we’ve got. Viva la Gloria
I hope you don’t mind me sharing some news articles here. Like I used to. I always love to share news articles. Just don’t want to act like I’m showing off what I read. I just share, and share with you the honest me, the authentic me, that I know no more than you do. And I have not read enough. Not enough to say I am a well read person.
It is a Skynews debate show every saturday. Guests more than not are bullshitting all the time.
But this one, so recently, was good.
If I have ever learnt anything for the last 2 years, it’s that arguments never win. They keep on. To let it keep on, we should find some way of engaging different views, rather than crushing one side to death, which is never possible.
Nothing to add. I told what I wanted to tell about the drama series in title already.
I used to write a lot of things about the book I was reading; about the movie I watched; about the newspaper/magazine articles I was reading, or thinking; a sitcom I was watching. I wrote as though I know a lot of things. Pompous, absolute like those nerdies who imagine themselves among the elite, among the intellectual people. Stupid eh? Yeah, used to be one of those nerdies.
But I realize I’m not a nerdy. Or, put it this way: I can’t excel and exalt myself even among the nerdies. An aboslute failure! So, I hate to be that person, or persona. If I have to be an ordinary man, I’d rather being an ordinary man in the universe of ordinary men, rather than being an ordinary man in the universe of outcast. Like a pity guy being ostracised by those already been ostracised!
As an ordinary man in the ordinary universe, I say nothing. I just say I don’t know what I was watching. But I have paid (for USD50) so I will keep on watching.
The only things I crave for every episode I watched, were the ending songs. They’ve been very good as long as I have watched (i.e. halfway). This is one of those:
有說烈酒入腸必好夢。可是朋友招待了一杯50度神户白蘭地酒，加一杯日本50度威士忌後，即使重看Brooklyn 至十二時多，還是睡到四時就醒。我不知道是烈酒作用，soarise ronan 的難忘，還是壓根兒心情不好睡不著覺。
早兩天幫忙做考官面試。沒有特別跟自己老細溝通過角色，但即場就有份默契，就是老細釋演good guy，我則作bad guy，刁難應徵者。我也樂於這樣做。原因一，我本身就是很多bad guy的想法，只是性格懦弱，平時無論實體還是虛擬空間，還是選擇有些人認為的虛偽。
每一個應徵者來到，我都聽到老細的聲音問，now may I have you introduce yourself. Why do you think you are capable of the job. 每一次我腦裡都想我怎麼答。我是否都應該嘗試準備好，萬一有啥冬瓜豆腐，都可以答。
Ok. Thank you for giving me this platform to recap what I done and been doing up to present. The present that I speak with you, just a chance, perchance I’ve got something I have wanted to do so much I didn’t do. A goal I’ve been catching all along before I meet you, but futile, like children who want to catch a star.
My first degree was geography, a subject I traded with my Chinese literature because I thought I loved it and I would be loving it. Turning out I, like present，didn’t love it as much as I expected. I don’t like rocks and mountains. I don’t fancy visiting places with geomorphic process spectaculus. And I never is those environmentalists banging against everyone yelling crisis after crisis. I know full well I’m the crisis. Human beings are the only things that been making the earth so sick, so sickening that better getting rid of. Better do without that we better have a bomb stock equip our semi automatic we’d kill them all.
Thank his almighty we don’t have tools here to kill the ones we hate most. Self. So I knew I have to move on. Town planning may be a way out. Maybe something I would like. Grab a chance to chase something I think I would like. Turning out again I didn’t like it as much as I should have expected of myself. This self again i hate so much but I know I have to take care of. Like a Chinese government to its slaves, or citizens. Literally I can’t tell no difference.
So I grabbed that chance, perchance it came, once. To do a job with many meanings according to something. That I keep telling myself I am serving something above self. A job that should be satisfying. Tiring, but keep hiring, sucking everyone in for fucking nothing if I really ask this self, living in those fissures in my heart.
Chasing, regret, and chasing again. Repeat my error that no one can’t do no against. Chasing the future that used to define my success, and then regretting about the past, that thing that i accomplished but I can’t never get.
That something. Someone say it’s about my being too self-centric. I should pick something at present that’s not earned, but gifted from up high. Humbled for him who been taking care of me up to this present. And be grateful of the past. Be hopeful of future. That’s what life is.
So I grab this present, this moment, to say thank you for staying here for so long for my bullshit. I love you. Or I hate you, as much as I hate myself. And I think that’s fine then. Thank you.
Ps. I am a shit writer. But I’ve just listened to the first poem of a great writer, that I share with you. About the love who dumped him midway, and gave him fame afterwards. I think that’s fine then.