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projects.team.partnership.company.colleagues.aquaintances.accomplices.marriage.relationships.tag-team.cohort.party.carpool.society.co-op.charity.birthdays.phonecalls.msn.skype.public realtions.radio.entertainment.tabletennis.soccer.badminton.schizos.procreating.arguing.sharing.

All the above activities involves either 2 or more people.
And there are many many many more.

Skateboarding.
Only one person required.

.Pls Let School End.

Today, There Be Ramble Galore.

"I was thinking of people who say that happiness is impossible on earth. Look how hard they all try to find some joy in life. Look how they struggle for it. Why should any living creature exist in pain? By what conceivable right can anyone demand that a human being exist for anything but his own joy? Every one of them wants it. Every part of him wants it. But they never find it. I wonder why. They whine and say they don’t understand the meaning of life. There’s a particular kind of people that I despise. Those who seek some soft of a higher purpose or ‘universal goal,’ who don’t know what to live for, who moan that they must ‘find themselves.’ You hear it all around us. That seems to be the official bromide of our century. Every book you open. Every drooling self-confession. It seems to be the noble thing to confess. I’d think it would be the most shameful one. "— The Fountainhead (via unicornology)(via pinkhotel)


One of the downsides(I find) in skateboarding is the constant need to change the griptape.Cause that means dismantling the whole thing, and re fixing it. which is extremely bothersome. And it means my fingers smell of rust for quite awhile.Yuck.

And school gives no reprieve. One week we hand up most of the assignments.Next week more are due. Do I look.LIKE.I.DO.NOT.HAVE.A.LIFE? weep. Woe be me. And plus christmas is soon, but I'm as broke as a shipwrecked sailor. Crud.

I did however, take the g-max thingamajig at clarke quay yesterday. And Danny with me. and the lady in the middle seat wouldn't shut up. It shot up so fast I was halfway up before I realized I was going up. 30 bucks for 30 secs. Then you wonder why I'm broke.

And did you know, or so this book I found in my book pile which was titled All about women, that women are thinking all the time? how very interesting. No wonder you lot are all so highly strung. You weren't enabled with a flush function.

Happy Birthday, You Big Bald Old Man.

Toni Braxton Ages Like A Deamon.

" The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you’re uncool. "
— Almost Famous(via unicornology) (via pinkhotel)

It has been the most irritable week.Dont ask me why.But it has been.Like that sorta "I need something to throw at someone" sorta week. I need a aspirin, coffee, and a lot of beef.

Thanks For The Tags:

Glenn: Like me? heh
Tpt: You also.
Rev: 3 weeks to christmas
Tab: Like got 4 others at least.haha.

Allow me to gawk.
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
whoever said she was fat oughta be shot.

Cow.

" This is what I have to avoid, I must not put in strangeness where there is none. I think that is the big danger in keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything. You continually force the truth because you’re always looking for something."— Jean Paul Sartre (via unicornology) (via endosymbiotic)


I'm too so lazy.So I shan't blog today. December is like birthday month.Snore.and christmas.Double snore.Bye bye whatever money I have left.

Pastor Lector finally took action against the horde of Evil Disco Balls.

Holi Holi Days.

"I don’t want to have to do this living. I just walk around. I want to be swept off my feet, you know? I want my children to have magical powers. I am prepared for amazing things to happen. I can handle it." — Me, You and Everyone You Know ( Via unicornology )

So.I've spent the whole day with tea, my laptop and alot of rain outside. And I think I got stuff done.i think. Then again, I'm always thinking.its like this state of comfortability(if there is such a word.) comfortable in the state of thinking.ANYWAY, I think(see? Think) that I see how poetry and life are related.Wanna hear it? wait. I dont care.I'm still telling.haha.

Poetry is like life. There are good poems, and bad peoms. Sometimes a poem doesnt rhyme, sometimes it does. Sometimes it doesnt make sense, sometimes it rings clear like crystal.But no matter how matted or wrung or wrong sounding the poem may sound, you know the poet had it planned, that when it doesnt sound right, its cause the point had to be made, but there was no other way. When it sounds good, well. I dont see the problem. And then there are those, who try to hard with a poem, like inserting big words like "Pondered" instead of "thought". "Magnanimous" instead of "generous". These are the people who will not be happy when their poems in the end, when it be published, cause they tried to hard, and didnt just enjoy the process of making it.

ok.Did you get that? yes? yes?

And when sem started, all i could look forward to was the weekends.Now with holidays looming 2 weeks away, its like those mad dash, those"Screw it all, head for the exit" sort of dashes.