The pursuit of Hiatus

The gruesomeness that is academia mauls my imagination, my creativity torn and beaten, frail and weak. So I exclaim, "Nooooooo!! Damn yoouuu!!" with comic and theatrics. I eat thunder and crap lightning. I eat lightning and crap thunder.

Labels: Hahah. Hiatus-Exam-Genius mode.

Men's remedy for the insecure women

Girlfriend: Do I look fat?

Guy: Its like looking at myself in the mirror dearest.

Labels: Awesomely me. Hahah.

Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.

Here's another view on life: Some days you're the pigeon, other days you're the statue.

Labels: Oh we throw our shit around. Yes we do. Hahah.

Sometimes

We all get that nostalgic feeling where we start to reminisce because life right now simply isn't as good as it was. Then, we start to get this feeling. That life before was simpler. Life before was better. You were happier before all this. But what we don't realise is that, life was simpler before because its just harder or more complicated now. Because the grass is always greener on the other side. As time goes on, and when we find ourselves in twice the shit we've been in before, sometimes our past becomes the other side.

Labels: What a pity. Jog on.

Belgian chocolate & chocolate fudge brownie

Labels: That's how much I love my ice-cream. Hahah.

And they say television's a bad influence

There was this documentary on TV the other day. It was about the human brain or something. This lady tried to be left handed for a month and a group of researchers recorded her progress. By the end of the month, the lady was ambidextrous. So I thought to myself, I should try that. And so I did, I became a lefty for a month. I wrote, brushed my teeth and picked up things with my left hand. It was ugly and slow, but I persisted. And then, I tried shaving. Lets just say I didn't get a smooth shave.

Labels: Hahah. Do not try that at home.

What I learn in school

Quoting my MCT, microcontroller technology, tutor: Start with an end in mind. So this morning, as I sat at my breakfast table eating my breakfast. I thought to myself: Diabetes, high blood pressure, heart attack.

Labels: Maybe that's thinking a little too far. Hahah.

The funnier finer things in life. The finer funnier things in life.

Sequence of events

1. Turn on television.



2. Scrolls through channels using the info bar on starhub cable TV.



3. Channel 12: Future weapons 3.



4. Ooo interesting, selects channel.



5. First thing I see:

Labels: Oh yes. That sure looks dangerous. Hahah.

Cocked a doodle flee

These days taste like the eve of an evening tree with summer on the side. I'd have looked at her if she looked at me but I forgot her name.

Labels: Because I like to shine away.

Soccer humor

Soccer can be simplified to, eleven men chasing a single ball around for ninety minutes. Now at least they're doing something purposeful. I wonder what the referee chases after?

Labels: Hahah.

Looking me up in 10 years

In the not so distant future, I expect to own a huge house, on a private land, that will make every burglar in the world want to break in and rob everything in sight. Of course I wouldn't be so dumb as to let that happen. And no, I won't be installing electric fences or alarms. That's just a waste of money. Not that I can't waste any, but just because my mother brought me up to be such a thrift young adult who realises the value of money and also because I can use that money to blow off on candy instead, lots and lots of candy. Anyway, as I was saying, I won't be needing electric fences or alarms. I will just need a sign that says, " House Guarded By Shotgun 3 Days A Week. Guess Which Days."

Labels: A little wit outsmarts criminals and saves your money. I love my mother.

Mirrors

I am a flaw. Everyday I look myself in the mirror. And I see me looking back at me, judging me, checking me out. As I watch that reflection of me, I think to myself, I should really squeeze that pimple.

Labels: I'm the second most awesome person I know. The first being that guy who lives in this place called the mirror.

Sports psychology

As opposed to a professional soccer player who get paid to chase after a ball for ninety minutes, a professional boxer has a more satisfying job. He gets paid to hit people. Unfortunately, the people he hits also gets paid to do the exact same thing.

Labels: Nope. Not a point to that. Hahah.

If he had lived on

Confucius say, man with PSP never go bored.

Labels: Hahah.

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor

At this day and age, money talks. But all mine ever says is "goodbye."

Labels: Hahah. Cash strapped? Oh yes.