unter diesem gesichtspunkt: Packt like sardines in a crushd tin box

Friday 27 November 2015

Packt like sardines in a crushd tin box

Radiohead - Packt Like Sardines In A Crushd Tin Box

I wrote this entry as I couldn’t sleep, yet I’m bloody tired.

I just finished ½ hour ago, at around 1am, doing some paperwork for the job, yet knowing I had to get up at 6am to submit the bloody paperwork for the job.

I’m feeling helpless and compressed, asphyxiated.

My country (Malaysia) internal politics is like shit. Economy is like shit. Unemployment is a bit rampant, crimes are too.

Recently 3 Indian Malaysians tried to rape a girl in Kajang, but luckily Kajang folks, helpful like I am, stopped the crime. Heh (smiles).

But rape incident is frequent in Kajang, once there was a case of girl, who were just raped, then were thrown off from a pedestrial bridge in Kajang quite some time ago. And so, I couldn’t really be proud of my Kajang town, am I?

I once wrote, one of the major problem in people is in labelling. We like to label people, this and that, commie or democracy, sunni or shiah, that, we are just like those sardine tin cans. Lots of labels, lots of values determining its price, yet the insides are all deep red.

The difference is just sardines tin cans had red blank tomatoes sauce, and us, a flowing bloodbath.

Upon this labels, we fought and compete each other. I read somewhere in Internet of blonde Austrian girls who were duped into ISIS, and now died after a failed escape attempt.

In the same time I read about Turkey shooting Russian jets, and Russians fought back.

What the hell is this world coming to be? I asked this question in disbelief. I wanted to ask God in this serene Friday night, but hell, I’m not an ideal Tolstoy-ist

I’m just a lowly paid engineer who couldn’t sleep.

I am feeling Holden Caulfield in Catcher In The Rye. Wondering about this phoniness.

Then I realised,

Ah well, this world is shit because it is packt like sardines in a crushd tin box.

Good Nite.