Posted by psych at March 12th, 2007

Wow. Meredith died. And came back to life. Because a black guy pushed her into water. Season finale. Not bad. We all knew she was going to make it, yet her amusing “was it real or just her imagination” conversation with those dead people served its purpose.

Yea, I love BT. After all who wants to watch old stuff on tv.

Anyway, I’ve been contemplating how I fit into this world. I’ve always imagined it as a gigantic jigsaw with every person fitting in to make it complete. That’s either a naive, ignorant or innocent look at the whole thing. Recently, I realize that some pieces make up a bigger part of the jigsaw than others. Breakdown:

1-Beggar on the street who buys booze with the money he guilts people into giving him.

He makes up a small part of it. So insignificant. Yet, still significant enough that without him, you’ll notice the hole in the puzzle. Beggars buy alot of booze -> Income for booze companies. Nah, I jest, they are aesthetically unpleasing but an integral part of society. For some reason or other.
2-You, me, everyday people (probably, I know some of you ppl have huge world-changing dreams but let’s face it the chances of you reinventing the light bulb is extremely slim. But kudos if you actually do it. Send me some cash when it happens)

We make up a bigger part: students, working class people, building a brighter tomorrow for our children in any tiny way we can. Of course the impact we make is almost nonexistent. People won’t learn your name or contribution in schools or from their parents.

You’re just a blip on the radar. But without you, countries wouldn’t run properly. The world would be chaotic. So, still important. Imo this also includes famous people like music, movies or sports people. They’re important, but not that important.
3-The huge pieces.

These are the people who make things happen on a bigger scale. Make people think about things. Create new things for man. There are alot of them. We know most of them. They range from inventors to authors to directors to activists to etc.etc.etc.

I mean, how did these people grow up to be who they are?

Aung San (Frickin house arrest. Amazing woman.),

Edison (Light. But read something about a Canadian being the first bulb inventor. Doesn’t really matter now does it?),

Martin Luther (Black power, yeah!),

Gandhi (The image of his bare chestedness is probably imprinted in minds worldwide)
even Mr. Lee (Gay cowboys, whoda thunk it?) and lets not forget authors like Hemmingway (I freagin loved old man and the sea).

People who bring new things, ideas, change, discussion, debate. All that sometimes boring good stuff.

Yea, I wanna be one of them, but no amount of contemplation or planning can get me there. I just don’t see it.

Unless for some reason (if my education goals don’t see any unforeseeable changes) I, a pharmacist, brings full on democracy to N Korea, Vietnam and
China in a cool twist of fate.

Or my invention heralds the end of AIDS and the eventual rise of Africa.

Can it happen? Can you change the world? I want to. But growing up in a Malaysian society probably means the same expectations for you (and me).

Get a good job, make money, get married, grandkids (sounds very chinese-ey). Well, that was stereotypical wasn’t it? Awesome. We aren’t exactly forced or asked to make a big difference in the world are we? Let’s just leave that to non-Malaysians.

We just gotta make sure Malaysia becomes developed by the year 2020. Yep, my personal dream come true. God that sounded spiteful. Which it wasn’t intended to be. It’s been a pleasure ranting.

Don’t expect an update from me anytime soon. Thank god there’s like 2 new ppl here. =p .. I’m counting my chickens. Lets hope they’re not too lazy.
On an uninteresting note, I’m pretty set in my Uni choice. If Curtin somehow lets me in with a slightly lower average than 90%, I’ll inform them of the orgasmic feeling they made me feel. If not, theres always those other places =)