O'l Almighty lord,
Please help vanquish dementia poor students like us suffer. Apart from the Great Flood of assignments, we have to suffer from festering burdens of an ingenious scam called "teamwork". While we toil hard on the soil, our "brothers" and "sisters" are on F&F (Friendster and Facebook) . When we meet to celebrate your grace, we wait for the seasons to change before they show. When our scalp bleeds from the scratching they supervise us, and try to look pretty. Giggle and smile at you, as if our ideas parallel Niagara Falls and it is by divine rights all ideas come from us. We believe in you, lord, like we believe in them. We trust you lord, like we trust them. *removes knife from back* When you shine you'r holy light to the dawn of a new day, I receive your "gifts" and thank you I'm still alive....Amen.
Ok, I fail at this. Simply cannot bring myself to type further. Was supposed to receive script ideas from 两座山. So I checked my email, to receive a "TADAAAA". And that's all. Script idea for a 6 minute film. "TADAAA", very helpful! Either he thinks its very funny or he doesn't realise its a zero for peer-evaluation.
Had a very bad day today, I will not disseminate its contents to invoke melancholy to my loyal readers like ms chew.
People, this I shit you not. Projects may seem fun and easy, but picking the wrong people guarantees you an "F". Sure, you may be good at picking apples in a supermarket, but that's NEWBISH stuff! *scoffs*
People to avoid when doing projects:
Funny people
Usually people who think they are very funny are not. Good example is rome. Nevertheless, humor is never too good in a group. Nothing gets done when you are drunk on laughter, or freezing if its not really funny.
Flower Vase
Unless the project has a very big presentation factor, or a superficial lecturer, do not pick ornaments. These individuals usually just look pretty, or attempt to look pretty during discussion neither which are very helpful. I swear to god, if you pour water and stick a rose on their empty heads, they can be used for candle-lit dinners.
Wet Blankets
Supposedly Islamic, these serve the same function as suicide bombers. BOOM! Everyone dies.
Timekeepers
These are people who usually makes your mum ask you why your project takes 8 hours to complete. Arranging a meeting in summer will ensure that you see them earliest when its snowing. snowie^-^
招财猫
These are individuals who supposedly are easy to work with. Synonyms with those 16.99 head-nodders in comics connection. Everything is replied with an "ok" or "sure". One day I will test by sticking 5 cigars in their mouth and asking them if its ok to light.
Scarecrows
These are the lower-class of Flower Vases, for ornamental purposes but do not have that X-factor. Simply there to make up numbers, and to make the group seem more important.
Researchers
Don't get me wrong, of course I need info. But I dont need to know who Paris Hilton slept with. Please provide me with something I can submit, not news that Hudgens has naked pics over the Internet.
Young Einsteins
It is of course good to get bright sparks in brainstorming, however, unripe fruits are like young Einsteins, supposedly mentally retarded. If you do not listen in class, do not read assignment handouts, do not possess MENSA membership card or If you know nothing, please find a way to make yourself disappear before I throw a table at you.
Jay Chou has lost all my respect
His previous works are known to be an epitome of music, however, his latest tinkering has proved otherwise. It has finally come to an end, like all good things, his streak of remarkable sales for his songs, considering 70% of the songs contain incomprehensible gibberish. Yes of course, he's Jay.
Seated comfortably relaxed as a cowboy on a pink pony and with his usual laid back look on his album cover, he resembles one of the lead casts in Brokeback Mountain. Gay.. I mean.. Jay Chou's new album has received incredibly low sales, nearing only 50,000 in two weeks compared to other less popular singers achieve in one. One must feel compelled to buy a CD upon these words, however, a wise bird will wait for his wings to harden before he flies. A few minutes of "preview" into his new album has completely obliterated my respect for him.
Jay's response to his poor album sales was not somewhat honest like... "Oh, Ok, So I can't be a cowboy?" or "I should stick to singing Arabic" but a disappointing "My sales figures are genuine". If this is not a publicity stunt, it better be that Jay got hit hard on the head with a grand piano while filming Secret. Either way, it depicts one of the sad facts of life that when-you-get-despo-you-chut-pattern-to-sell and answers an age-old question: Do you change or conform?
As if my mental capabilities were not maimed badly enough, I had to find his MV on Youtube. People, I will not elaborate more. When you see the MV, you will wonder who managed to impersonate Jay and get away with an MV. And just when I thought I could pin my hopes on the rest of his album for salvation, he bites me square in the ass with song after song of William Hung.
For someone who has been nearly immortalised in the music industry for his works of zenith across numerous years, this is no doubt a very stupid ending, like in DOA. What I manage to reclaim from my shattered hopes was this song currently playing in your ear. However, this too does not end nicely, as Jay has managed to infuse chicken-slaughtering sounds at the end of the song to be considered part of his "music". If I personally could see Jay now, believe me, I will aim another grand piano at his head to fix this sacrilege.
Seated comfortably relaxed as a cowboy on a pink pony and with his usual laid back look on his album cover, he resembles one of the lead casts in Brokeback Mountain. Gay.. I mean.. Jay Chou's new album has received incredibly low sales, nearing only 50,000 in two weeks compared to other less popular singers achieve in one. One must feel compelled to buy a CD upon these words, however, a wise bird will wait for his wings to harden before he flies. A few minutes of "preview" into his new album has completely obliterated my respect for him.
Jay's response to his poor album sales was not somewhat honest like... "Oh, Ok, So I can't be a cowboy?" or "I should stick to singing Arabic" but a disappointing "My sales figures are genuine". If this is not a publicity stunt, it better be that Jay got hit hard on the head with a grand piano while filming Secret. Either way, it depicts one of the sad facts of life that when-you-get-despo-you-chut-pattern-to-sell and answers an age-old question: Do you change or conform?
As if my mental capabilities were not maimed badly enough, I had to find his MV on Youtube. People, I will not elaborate more. When you see the MV, you will wonder who managed to impersonate Jay and get away with an MV. And just when I thought I could pin my hopes on the rest of his album for salvation, he bites me square in the ass with song after song of William Hung.
For someone who has been nearly immortalised in the music industry for his works of zenith across numerous years, this is no doubt a very stupid ending, like in DOA. What I manage to reclaim from my shattered hopes was this song currently playing in your ear. However, this too does not end nicely, as Jay has managed to infuse chicken-slaughtering sounds at the end of the song to be considered part of his "music". If I personally could see Jay now, believe me, I will aim another grand piano at his head to fix this sacrilege.
Solitary
Been spending quite alot of time alone now, you can say its up to the extent of months... well, psychologically at least. The 11th hour has already begun, the year is almost over, and because I'm doing my fair share of emo-ing as a prerequisite for a adolescent, I shall reflect on some of my mental thesises throughout the year.
Children - Hate them? Adore them? I must say this is a rather recent issue that really deserves reflection. It was not until a passing of the kid's playground in my school did it invoke my senses. Ok, so its true. I didn't really like children alot, I thought they were extremley spoilt and possessed logic closest to women; imcomprehensible. Then one day I realised how happy I was many years back and miraculously started to believe I didn't like them simply because of a silent jealously: they were always so much happier. For individuals who share the ghost of my recent past, I'd advise you to be more cultured, maybe take up art, for it is only then can you learn to see more beauty the simple things of everyday life.
Adolescence - No denial, we've at one point of our lives rubbed the lamp, hoping a genie will appear and make us age ten years. Always wanting freedom was a mistake. I think I prefer choices to be made for me. Call me irresponsible, but hey, I can do without the great power spidey. It like that, being neither here nor there is but a nuisance to everyone. I think this is why suicide rates rocket in our years. Someone forgot to put emoing and PMSing under the CIP needed for us to graduate into full-fledged adults, I am clocking in my time now. Dun piss me off.
Friends - Call me superficial, but I'm a black artist. You will see me staring at a flaw then mere perfection. I'm too proud? nono, I'm just downright arrogant >=). Something which I have yet to accomplish, this will undoubtedly be in my milestones for 2008 : Learn to accept assholes as friends, because there is no one else left on the waiting list.
Life - This shouldn't really be here. Oh well. It seems scary, as you grow older. You begin to become more materialistic. Your ideals and dreams seem to be vanquished by the passage of time. Some of us will even lose shreds of moral fibre when we lie in our curriculum vitae. With so much precious to lose, and so much of atrocity give me Children's Day any day. I will join Michael Jackson in his crusade.
Children - Hate them? Adore them? I must say this is a rather recent issue that really deserves reflection. It was not until a passing of the kid's playground in my school did it invoke my senses. Ok, so its true. I didn't really like children alot, I thought they were extremley spoilt and possessed logic closest to women; imcomprehensible. Then one day I realised how happy I was many years back and miraculously started to believe I didn't like them simply because of a silent jealously: they were always so much happier. For individuals who share the ghost of my recent past, I'd advise you to be more cultured, maybe take up art, for it is only then can you learn to see more beauty the simple things of everyday life.
Adolescence - No denial, we've at one point of our lives rubbed the lamp, hoping a genie will appear and make us age ten years. Always wanting freedom was a mistake. I think I prefer choices to be made for me. Call me irresponsible, but hey, I can do without the great power spidey. It like that, being neither here nor there is but a nuisance to everyone. I think this is why suicide rates rocket in our years. Someone forgot to put emoing and PMSing under the CIP needed for us to graduate into full-fledged adults, I am clocking in my time now. Dun piss me off.
Friends - Call me superficial, but I'm a black artist. You will see me staring at a flaw then mere perfection. I'm too proud? nono, I'm just downright arrogant >=). Something which I have yet to accomplish, this will undoubtedly be in my milestones for 2008 : Learn to accept assholes as friends, because there is no one else left on the waiting list.
Life - This shouldn't really be here. Oh well. It seems scary, as you grow older. You begin to become more materialistic. Your ideals and dreams seem to be vanquished by the passage of time. Some of us will even lose shreds of moral fibre when we lie in our curriculum vitae. With so much precious to lose, and so much of atrocity give me Children's Day any day. I will join Michael Jackson in his crusade.
Rules of a world
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Every system is like an object in a vast universe. Picture it gliding across space without opposition. Nothing works without absolute truth, or so called a pillar of truth. Every system, has that piece, that cannot fail, or there will simply be no system at all.
We talk about life, what are the two things that are certain? Well, the closest you get is death and taxes, which so happens to make a plausible thesis. Sparta can be your throne, but time will see your body turn to dust. No death, no life. Nothing can live without dying, nothing can die without living. Makes sense?
Without an absolute system, a confirmation, nothing is certain, the system fails. Because nothing remains its rationality, which is my only restraint from now strangling non-aethists and smacking them hard on their head. This is the only possible reason I think God can exist for, absoluteness.
Ponder, are now aware of what you are doing, are you conscious? Are you awake, or are you dreaming you are awake? What happens if you suddenly awake, realising you life has been a dream? What happens if you never wake up, are you then awake, or asleep?
Further, a tree collaspes in the middle of a forest. It's sound no one hears, its difference no one sees, its presence no one knows. Did it then happen? Does it make a difference if it does happen or does not happen?
Friends: Do they exist? What is a friend, what is an acquaintance? You smile together, laugh together, hurt together, bleed together. Does that make him a friend or an acquaintance? Yes, No? What makes so? No truth, no friend? So does he really exist? Or is he merely a figment of your imagination? Worse still, do they use slander in your name?
What is real, what is not? If you have not been told you are reading, are you then reading, or would you agree you are knowing?
Many of life's mysteries. There never is a system without a pillar, so how can people claim something to be absolute. So if you have understood what I was trying to say, you will have realised you've just spent five minutes of your life in vain.
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Every system is like an object in a vast universe. Picture it gliding across space without opposition. Nothing works without absolute truth, or so called a pillar of truth. Every system, has that piece, that cannot fail, or there will simply be no system at all.
We talk about life, what are the two things that are certain? Well, the closest you get is death and taxes, which so happens to make a plausible thesis. Sparta can be your throne, but time will see your body turn to dust. No death, no life. Nothing can live without dying, nothing can die without living. Makes sense?
Without an absolute system, a confirmation, nothing is certain, the system fails. Because nothing remains its rationality, which is my only restraint from now strangling non-aethists and smacking them hard on their head. This is the only possible reason I think God can exist for, absoluteness.
Ponder, are now aware of what you are doing, are you conscious? Are you awake, or are you dreaming you are awake? What happens if you suddenly awake, realising you life has been a dream? What happens if you never wake up, are you then awake, or asleep?
Further, a tree collaspes in the middle of a forest. It's sound no one hears, its difference no one sees, its presence no one knows. Did it then happen? Does it make a difference if it does happen or does not happen?
Friends: Do they exist? What is a friend, what is an acquaintance? You smile together, laugh together, hurt together, bleed together. Does that make him a friend or an acquaintance? Yes, No? What makes so? No truth, no friend? So does he really exist? Or is he merely a figment of your imagination? Worse still, do they use slander in your name?
What is real, what is not? If you have not been told you are reading, are you then reading, or would you agree you are knowing?
Many of life's mysteries. There never is a system without a pillar, so how can people claim something to be absolute. So if you have understood what I was trying to say, you will have realised you've just spent five minutes of your life in vain.
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