I'm bored like that
I've seen the split ends of yesteryear come together and fall apart. And here I must say, it was beseechingly spoken of.Labels: Study date anyone? Hahah.
Another one of my healthy diet philosophy
A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand.Labels: Because cookies taste good. Hahah
Dear dumbass
My dear readers, if you're anything like me, you definitely love to sleep in class, or at work, or other places inappropriate places, heck, that's a lot of comas. Anyway, more often than not, you'd probably always get caught. So here's an advice for you, if you get caught sleeping at inappropriate places at inappropriate times, just say that you were trying to pick up your contact lens without your hands.Labels: If you don't wear contacts. Say it anyway. Because its funny. Hahah.
Achmed: I kill you!
I bet when you have IBS(Irritable Bowel Syndrome). You'd rather have IBS(Irritable Boner Syndrome).Labels: That's probably lame. But what's funny is that I got that idea whilst on the crapper. Hahah.
I'm sure most of you have this problem
I need to start saving up. But I like eating too much.Labels: Or not. Hahah.
Nobody defines random like I do
Because there's always something better to do, I'm always not doing it. Through the times, I find myself a vessel for my own demise. But it doesn't bother me as much because I know something better will come along. Where nothing else would matter anymore. I'd have purpose of point and indulgence in the affluence of nature. As for now, I'd always expect to be more than what is now. Never meaning for this, the reluctance of words and wisdom lost through the ages. In all fallow and intent, things might've been different, but who's to say that they weren't already meant to be different. And with all that's been, I've lost more than I thought, won more than I expected. I'll leave it at that just because I'm bored, just because I like it and just because these seasons kill.Labels: Damn I'm cool. School starts. New semester. Areospace baby. Hahah.
I'm bending spoons
They say money is the root of all evil. I violently object! Money is good, money is the root of all happiness not evil. If I had enough money I'd have a suit, and that would make me look GOOD.Labels: Hahah. I never said anything here would make sense.
There's always a bigger fish
If I have learnt one thing in my journeys as a swashbuckler exploring the realms of boredom, its that no matter how much you know, or how good you are, there's always someone better. That's what I learnt when my computer beat me at chess, EVERY TIME. But then I learned another lesson, perseverance. I eventually beat my computer, I knew more about explosives.Labels: Hahah. This is no joke. Boredom kills.
Screw modesty we're not that great
Show me a man with both feet firmly on the ground, and I'll show you a man who can't get his pants off.Labels: Hahah.
Now this is just sad
Statistics show that at the age of seventy, there are five women to every man. Now isn't that just an ironic time for a guy to get those odds."Reminiscent of past pretense" That's a cool title, pity the entry's going to be a let down
I realise I haven't been updating as often. And some of you come here often, bored, needing of a laugh, and you see that nothing's changed. But you keep coming back because you think the best of me. You keep telling yourself, "Today, surely." But all you see is the same material. You feel cheated, fooled. Yeah, I kinda like doing that to you.Labels: Finally I have a life: They're showing more good stuff on TV. Hahah.
it is how it is
Familiarity breeds contempt:That is why my mother has never been polite to me.
Do good onto people and they forget. Do the opposite and they'll always remember:
And that is why I can't recall my mother ever being polite to me.
Labels: Hahah.
The future that probably will be, maybe.
I want to be so successful so fast that I'll be retired by 30, at least. Why? Because when I try to pick up chicks I can go, "Md Ghalib, retired."Labels: I'd be wearing a suit and all. How cool is that? Hahah.
The future that never was
It may seem that I am heading towards a future in engineering, the aerospace industry, perhaps even piloting. But that, dear readers, is not my dream job. My dream job, dear readers, is to be a food critic. No, even that isn't ideal. Maybe dessert critic? Maybe have a program on Discovery Travel & Living featuring me travelling around the world, tasting delicacies of the world. Oh yes, dear readers, my dream job, is to get paid to eat.Labels: Hey I'm broke and hungry. I've spent most of my life like that so don't blame me. Hahah.