Monday, January 11, 2010

The Program

So I've started college.
Pretty much expected but waaaait. You see here, I'm taking Mass Communication so I learned stuff about well, mass communication.
And the first thing taught was on that every message will be distorted somehow or another.

Which brings me to my main point; how much can we trust what we're shown by sayy, the media? The articles in newspapers? The stuffs we read in History books?
I mean it's common knowledge that the "people-up-there" don't want us knowing certain things.
But then again, can we really believe in what we're shown as well?

Now don't misunderstand me. I'm not trying to start an uprising or something considering the issues already going on in our humble nation.
What I'm trying to say is how we sometimes just sit and accept whatever piece of information that is "shot" into our minds.
Information has to go through many mediums before it can reach us. And when going through those mediums, "noise" happens.
Noise not as in someone shouting incoherently in your ears, no no.

Noise as in interruption. To be more exact, semantic noise.
Semantic noise basically means the difference in interpretation by different people.
Take for an example, the 2 fingers put up to show a V sign.
Some will say you're showing a 2, some will say it's a peace sign while those with understanding in our culture will say what we call "lala".
Simple as that right?

Now, back to the main point shall we.
How can we trust we're presented when the piece of information received may have been altered in many ways.
Bear with me but the most influential materials these days are the books of religions.
Don't believe me? Google it then.

How sure can one be sure of what is written in the books.
The Bible, al-Quran and others.
And before you declare me a heretic or worse, a blasphemer, consider these.
Were the very books you hold in your hands literally sent from above? Were they translated by the Almighty One Himself and sent down to you by His angels?

No. They were simply translated from the transcripts discovered throughout the ages by men.
By IMPERFECT men might I add.
As mentioned above, noise happens no matter what.
What the transcripts might have actually meant might differ in what the translators perceive.
So in a way, the message has been distorted one way or another.

Or God forbid, the translators themselves could've been distorted.

Not to doubt those humble people BUT.
They could've realized the amount of influence they had in their hands and well, some people just weren't meant to handle that much power.
Think George Bush.

So there you go, the thoughts going through my simpleton head during class.
Wonder if I can do this for my upcoming exam.
So much for taking it easy for college.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Adam's Song

I'm not seeking life.
I'm only seeking purpose.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Swim To The Moon

I gotta learn how to scream like him, without losing my throat in the process.
Click here for vocal pwnage!

KL tripppppppppppppppppppp!

Prom. Sheet.

Get my driving license.

Get punctured multiple times.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

A Stranger; The Outsider

Galvanized and humbled I am to grant generalization on the genre of yours truly.
Genuinely a genteel of sorts but nothing worthy of gaping galore.
Neither ghetto nor GI material but grace sufficient to garner good will with life.
Has yet to grasp the gravity of life however, grimacing from grudges have proven grueling as well as grubby to generate gulfs.
Therefore, I learn to humble my gunpoint from the gall of doing the deed of the greed of wrath.
Ever eager to give out the impression of a gentleman to be guested among the grandeur of God's greatest masterpiece in His gallery or generally known to us as girls, girls, girls.

Truly this glorious, if not glamorous, and quite possibly grand and rather grandiose game was most grammatical.
So let me end simply that it is indeed an honor to meet you and you may call me Garren.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

The Guilt Trip

I'm sorry I ran out on you all.

Most of all,
I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it.
I'm sorry I couldn't celebrate with you either.

Friday, September 4, 2009


What the f.
Kena marah for today being Friday.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009


Harry Potter is a pervert!
He went "wingadium leviosa" on Hermione and, and!
And lifted her mini skirt.

The end.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Her Diamonds

This funny feeling...
Is it lovesick?
Or sick of love?

Cihhh, annoying bugger.

Friday, August 7, 2009


Usual Mondays
Tiring Tuesdays
Busy Wednesdays
Lengthy Thursdays
Something-in-a-week-to-look-forward-to Fridays!
Jumpy Saturdays!
Depressive Sundays...


Friday, July 31, 2009


Cheers to getting locked out of my own house with a Rubik's Cube!

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

The English Way

Call it cross-country or whatsoever. I'm just gonna call it...

Yea, probably one of the very few school events I'd love waking up at an unearthly hour for.
It's this Friday!

On an entirely different note...

It's the most LMAOZOMGWTFBBQ game marn!
( Please think of the pandas... )

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Porcelain Heart

I have a feeling I'm gonna have to pay a visit to a psychiatrist sooner or later in life.

Oh oh! And and!
Taylor Swift almost made that Jonas Brother movie worth checking out!