‘Researchers say…’ has become such a cliché and overused term that it almost made it seems like the whole term lacks any credibility at all. We have been exposed to the thousand of articles, list of what to do & what not to do, brand new discoveries and elitedaily/buzzfeed nonsense. Often, to sum up their point or just to prove their fact, a simple ‘researchers say’ is added to the start of the sentence which by no means add any factual or credibility to your point at all.
Has it become a term that we have become numbed about?
Perhaps. By no means am I shooting down the researchers’ hard work and their brand new discovery, but rather, questioning the terms of their study. Humans are an evolving species, and we are all drastically different by cultures, nationality, race, upbringing, yada yada. So where is the actuality of a point of your research? A research in Norway, with the study of a demographics basically in Norway does not simply imply it works on a global scale. Even a study on global scale does not imply it works on every single person. There’s subjectivity to every study and we have to question that constantly.
So no, I’m not gonna be sold by your idea just by simply adding a ‘researchers say…’. I need facts, I need credibility, I need sources, I need discussion boards, I need survey results and I need a whole lot more than your ‘researchers say…’. Even then, it doesn’t mean it can entirely convince me to jump on your bandwagon and support your article in the right to lead a better life or become a better person.
So yes, fuck those top ten articles or whatever articles. Especially if they added ‘researchers say…’ without any credibility. Still, fuck those articles.
As a kid, I was told to run. Run as fast as I could, even if my legs hurt, just run. On the tracks, no one is your friend anymore, so run. Outrun everyone and everybody if I could. Even if I couldn’t be the fastest, that’s alright. Because I ran, and ran as fast as I could. Because I tried, and all that matters are the people that I have outrunned.
But for a period of time, I stopped running. I stopped trying, and I even gave it up all together. I let people through, I let them run passed me and I even cheered them on. I thought I was free, and happy. I put everyone else before me. But things just doesn’t seem right at all. I need to start running again, for myself.
So I picked myself up once again, and now I’m running. Not catching up, just running as fast as I could. But this time, I would cheer on the people I have outrunned.
I hope it’s not too late.
So glad to be progressing well at school, and I’ve been real busy working on my current project – Portraits of Evil. I’ve always been fascinated by the villains, the evil people, and the liars, but what we’ve seen before on television or read about in story books doesn’t quite tell the true story of evil. Evil is banal, it lies inside every one of us, that we’re capable of doing evil.
And I wanna explore that, the evil inside every one of us, the ordinary mundane people, discover their personal evil. So I finally did launched a portal for people to confess their evil deeds, where in turn I will illustrate their portrait of evil. It’s nothing amazing, it’s nothing big, but if anyone reading this is interested in the project then check it out here!
Portraits of Evil
On the side note, I am happy. And thankfully with all the support I had that help me push this project forward. I’m especially thankful for that one person who have been my biggest fan, she’s been there right from the start. So thank you… (:
I think we’re insane, deep down inside us is that crazy ego spurring out of darkness. Society has built us to become this well-mannered, well-behaved citizen, the so called normal sane individual. It gets better being in art school, having a whole bunch of weird people just like yourself hanging out together. But what makes it even better is having someone who you can be totally comfortable with, someone who embraces you even in your own skin, someone who likes the weird part of you. Because I know, I’m nowhere near sane.
I’m sitting across this wonderful person, sharing the simplest of meals, and I couldn’t stop staring at her. Every single time we sat across one another, this feeling surges and till today, I simply can’t put them into words. It was more than joy, more than having a beautiful companion, more than that connection. So there I sat, across her, looking at her as she gracefully munches on or getting too engrossed in her work. And there I sat, staring at her, in all her beauty. Occasionally, she glances back and catch notice, then she looks away or try to stop me from staring, and she smiles. I couldn’t help but start smiling and laughing away. It seems to come naturally now, smiling sillily.
It is as simple as this, sitting across you.
Everyday since that day, I get up feeling all magical and excited. As cheesy as that could sound, it does feels good to be trusting someone once again. How I would love to share my daily stories with this particular person, how I always have so much to tell. I feel like a little kid once again, the monkey caged inside me was set free and it has taken control of me.
All in all, this all feels right. The light is larger than the darkness now.
And so here it goes, slowly…
A giant leap of faith into something so surreal, it feels scary yet good at the same time. Nobody knows about the future, we can’t be so sure of anything. But that does not stop us from wanting to create our own version of it. So lets make this counts, for better or for worse…at least we’re together now.