Remembering the Dangers of Being Malaysian in Malaysia

It's a good day to remember that life in Malaysia may always be dangerous for someone like me - so I should be more concerned for my own freedoms and prejudices, as at any time the nation may decide to simply lock me up. Ah yes, I started training myself for prison when I was in college, being unsure of what my future would be. Here are some things that make it dangerous for me as a Malaysian.

1. I don't believe in the necessity of the concept of God.

2. I don't believe in the sanctity of human life (or much else, for that matter).

3. I don't care much about my blood relatives.

4. I probably don't care much about yours, though I do remind myself generally that you do care about yours.

5. I have no filters in my head, and in the absence of forbidden thoughts, I encourage myself to contemplate all the things many people would find disconcerting, evil, immoral, or otherwise distasteful.

6. I don't profess to be a moral person.

7. I encourage people around me to be like me.

From dust to dust, the only questions are, how, and when.

Between Boredom and a Dull Place

I realise that most of my life spent in employment puts me in a state of fear. Because never have I met an employer that gives me confidence in their judgment. Well, that is the state of being fatheaded. One lives constantly despite the inconvenience of living. I probably got this from living with idiot parents, under idiot governments, haha. Life is short, so we take whatever it provides anyway. The only alternative is more boring, and that is to make life shorter still.