exams.

mere obstacles for the mere mortal. however, fret not, i'm more than just mortal! mwahaha! i wish. exams. argh. honestly, i think even superman would be having problems with chemistry. all he knows is kryptonite makes him strong. and probably that blur till he wears his undies outside cuz he can't remember if he wore them already. or for all you know, it's just a red groin protector that doubles up as a utility undies. like batman's belt. or he's just plain silly... anyway! or maybe he's superman by day and flasher by night! woo hoo! ugh.


ANYWAY!


i guess we all have so many other things to be grateful for. like, i'm still breathing, and alive (barely), munching on pods as i type, and going to LIVE to watch da vinci code later! yay! and i'm not being threatened by man-eating dogs to rush through my exam. (haha. imagine trying to finish up your papers in time and if they catch you still with a pen in hand, they'll let those dogs off their leash and you alive in front of your peers. mwahaha. man, i'm awfully cynical today.) or nobody walking around like peons and uttering "work work!" or "job done!". or even better, shouting out loud like you're saluting somebody," yessir!", "roger that!" "affirmative!" it's seriously irritating. get's you in the mood to work and get your job done though. but really.


things to be grateful for. i could go on and on. but i should really get onto work and start whining again.


and no, no prizes for you if you spot the irony there. ;)

how-to-make-a-strong-statement 101

question: how to make a strong statement?

answer: just talk to me. chances are that my statements are really weak arguments. just like the last sentence. :P ha. OR, you could just base your arguments to be divinely inspired. but it had better be true. or you blasphemous thing shall... rot. heh.

ah... today's better. from my pov at least. :D

cheers people.



oh, and just in case you were wondering, all that remains, is not emptiness. it's full of hope. sometimes in life, you've just gotta highlight the good stuff and make it prominent. and live by that. hope. :)

hippie days!

I wish I was a Punk Rocker - Sandi Thom

Chorus
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When the head of state didn’t play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and radio was king,
When accountants didn’t have control
And the media couldn’t buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything

Chorus

When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Save the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teen
and anarchy was still a dream
and the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

Chorus

When record shops were on top
and vinyl was all that they stocked
and the super ********* was still drifting out in space
kids were wearing hand me downs,
and playing games meant kick arounds
and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

Chorus

I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

all that remains.

take care.
i love you.
goodbye.

blink.

it's gone.

predetermined rate?

ever wondered how people figured that your time was worth 20 bucks an hour or 30 bucks an hour? supposing we have 2 people of life spans of say, 50 years and 100 years, then wouldn't the first fella have a rate double of that of the second? heh. go figure :D

good enough?

i guess it's fair to say that. FAIR TO SAY. heh. your philosophical values drive you to an extent that it blinds you from "good". where "good" is relative. what is "good"? who is "good"? i'm not worthy enough to define the word "good". it is always FAIR TO SAY that everybody considers him/herself a good person.

my dad used to say," if everyone were as handsome as me, that would make me average isn't it?" yeah. true. that makes us all average. fair. equal. but because some are more equal than others, we have "good". so then, my point is, what is "good" relative to? who is your yardstick? i'm nobody to judge. i see that i'm at break even point. so it's FAIR to say that. i'm a little more than scum. i'm average. fair. ha. but then again, what is scum? where does scum rate? haha. till next time. so ladies and gentlemen, i leave with you, what is "good" to you? what is good in your perspective?


good enough? :D

fudge fudge fudge! i've got fudge in my blood. i've got fudge in my brain. oh, and i've got fudge in my pants for that matter! :D i'm high on sugar so, forgive me. fudge fudge fudge!

the question is not about the glass.

so tell me. is it half full, or half empty? i guess being the thinker i am (not a very good one, i say.), i could sit there for hours mulling over it, turning the glass, lifting it trying to gain an extra dimension to that painful question. sitting there, wondering how anyone could say this damn glass is half empty. or half full for that matter. why why why.

i could go on speculating. as the time-old adage goes: speculate, or lose your brain. nah, i just made up that old saying part. heh. it's a fallacy i tell you. a FALLACY. it's been a sad mindset driven into the modern-day man: think. or lose it. so why am i making such a bold sweeping statement? i

1) obviously have nothing better to do.

2) think that i think but wouldn't like to think so much. thinking that thinking would help me to not lose out to this knowledge-driven world of pathetic thinkers, justifying their way of living via speculation.

3) speculate. so sue me. :D


okay, i think i'm losing it. am i? am i not? maybe? maybe not? haha. keep thinking people. we WERE given brains. hehe.


on another note, i know you bored fools are reading this pathetic junk. you could really comment you know. heh.

on yet another note, i'm so proud of my baby!! she's 16! :D happy 16th rachie~!


ladies and gentlemen, yet another random post by yours truly, just jace. :)