If you’re an avid Transformers collector, and have a shitload of em, and have no freaking idea what to do with them, here’s an idea;

“Konstructicons”
by KA

Find more here.

BEST. TRANSFORMERS. COMIC. STRIP. EVER.

While I have a strong preference for dark coloured clothes, I do like white. I love plain white t-shirts very much, to be honest. But I have a big problem that doesn’t allow me to wear them without feeling self-concious. Due to the amount of fats deposited around my chest abound, it kinda pushes the tangent of those muscles upright. In layman’s terms, my nipples aren’t really the shy type.

So if I wear only a plain white t-shirt and nothing under it, 2 tiny bumps will be embosssed and clearly visible from about 100 metres away. WUAAAAA!!!! I wanna wear the PPS t-shirt goddamit!!

[no, I won't post any photos. now stop that barfing already.]

“I do not, for the moment at least, ask you to understand me. That will come only when you are willing to give up changing me into a copy of you.”
- David Keirsey, Different Drummers

That is a piece of wisdom that was handed down to me from a friend. Give it a moment for thought, and you will come to realize what the speaker is really trying to say.

I can’t recall how long I’ve been going around as a walking oxymoron of judgement. I’ve never spared the thought of why I could never understand some people [especially women], and why I could easily understand some others. Countless occasions, probably the amount equals to the number of people I encountered throughout my [short] life.

Whenever I learn that someone likes the things I don’t or does the things I don’t or says the things I won’t, I would instantly label that person ‘wrong’, or maybe something more subtle. Whenever I learn how some people can’t appreciate the things I love, again, I would label them ‘wrong’.

When, in truth, it was me who has been in the wrong.

What IS understanding, really? Does understanding the concept of multiplication means the ability to multiply and use multiplication to your advantage and be comfortable doing it? Or the concept of human reproduction [hey, cut that out, you dirty bastard!], or the theory of electromagnetic fields? Perhaps, a safe answer would be to be able to work around the ideas comfortably without much [if any] difficulty.

Then what about understanding a person?

Should we follow the logic aforementioned, to understand a person would simply mean to be able to stick by the person comfortably, to live and work together without facing much [if any] difficulty. A rather safe answer for a tricky question, no?

In a society made up of diverse cultural, lingual and religious backgrounds, how is it possibly achieveable? Alright, perhaps society is too big an entity for us to handle so let’s look at the individual. Being the attention whore that I am [fuck off, you uptight morons, this is MY blog], why don’t I put myself in the limelight.

I’ve recently befriended a bad girl. I don’t mean bad girl as in, she goes around slitting people’s throats and kicking men in the balls, no. When I say bad girl, I mean she’s not a ‘nice’ girl. No goody two-shoes business here. Just fun, active, and whenever something pisses her off, she shows a polite gesture of a fist with an extended middle finger.

While I put like that, I really enjoy her company because she has character. And for someone with that kind of party-hard attitude, it feels like I’m seated to a person that is totally in contrast with my self. I was enjoying the conversation over lunch with someone who drinks, smokes, clubs, and is a shopaholic. She appeared to be enjoying the company of a guy who idles in front of his PC, obsesses over PC games and anime, geeks out around hardware, and hates crowds.

We came from the opposite poles of the globe. A hermit geek-annabe like myself can never accept the hip and active lifestyle that she goes through, and I believe the same goes for her. In that situation, there’s only very little that sparked our common interest. I just sat there quietly while she rambles about clothes and partying, and later its her turn when I bleat out about anime and games.

There was slight discomfort as the flow of conversation was getting awkward by the minute. Simply because we didn’t understand each other. Not that we couldn’t, just that we didn’t.

In this kind of situation, I realized that I can only relate and understand someone if I see parts of myself in them. I could only understand someone if I can relate parts of them that are alike to me. Otherwise, I will be trying so hard to figure the person out, which will fail miserably because there’s nothing alike between us.

“That will only come when you give up trying to turn me into a copy of you.”

That’s right. We say we can’t understand some people because the only person we could only fully understand, would be our own self.

You know for yourself why you like this certain brand of chili sauce.
You know for yourself why you abhor this certain genre of music.
You know for yourself why you like a certain quality in people.

And you can only understand some people when you see parts of you, that you can understand, in them.

A generic advice would be ‘to accept people as they are’. But that’s too boring, and I find it insulting. In scenarios when understanding is a matter of life or death, perhaps accepting IS the only way out. I have to quote what was mentioned during the movie ‘Sepet’;

Harith Iskandar: I can never understand you women.
Ida Nerina: You don’t need to understand us, sayang. You just have to love us.

It’s not about ‘nobody is perfect’. It’s also not about ‘accepting the perosn the way they are’. I believe it’s just about you. It’s just about not trying to bend yourself over to figure out the person. It’s about not trying to see yourself in them. It’s about seeing that person as himself [or herself, for you feminists].

Don’t try to understand them. Give up seeing trying to see yourself in them. Give up feeding them your ideas. Give up trying to change them into you, because you will never be able to. And don’t ask too hard to be understood. That way, you will be more comfortable around them, and face lesser problems.

That’s why she and I will be going out to enjoy lunch together again next time.

If your tongue can taste its flavours.

If your eyes can see its colours.

If your skin can feel its textures.

If your ears can hear the sound it makes when you slurp, chew or swallow it.

If your nose can smell its aroma.

So the lesson here, children, is to obey whatever guidelines I have compiled.

a] Shut the fuck up when driving on a bumpy road. That way you won’t bite your tongue.

b] Don’t stare at the sun. If you don’t know that yet, you’re a total dumbass.

c] Make sure you don’t hold the mercun after you light it up because it’ll blow your hands up. Very pity. And very stupid.

d] Don’t bother listening when your woman starts yapping at you. Your earlobes will rot and mushroom will grow on it.

e] Do whatever you fucking can to avoid flu. Like, umm… I don’t know, start breathing from oxygen tanks?

note: My nose is runny, my brain feels 2 sizes too big for my skull, I’m sneezing my head off, my throat itches and my tongue feels like sandpaper. I told you flu renders me pointless and stupid. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.