Let me just bury the hatchet
April 21, 2008 – 11:58 pmJust because one doesn't think of something anymore doesn't mean that they're forgotten. Forgetting is a constant battle. You have to consciously make your mind do it. And in doing so, the act of forgetting contradicts and nullifies itself. For how can you forget when you're actually thinking about it?
Yey… New Shoes
April 21, 2008 – 11:47 pmI've always thought: "One can never have enough shoes." And what's a bestfriend for but know your thoughts? So for my birthday, Sha gave me shoes! Yey...
It Must Be the Weather
April 11, 2008 – 12:01 amTemperatures nowadays are approaching to boiling, -broiling, -baking, -barbecueing, or anything that will cook anybody's ass off as soon as they step out of the comforts of their houses. Could it get any hotter?! Arrggh. Making matters worse, besides being uncomfortable and extremely sweaty, is that I've been fidgety. It seems that I can't really stay in one place and there are a thousand things in my mind right now. Thoughts are blazing throught my head so in order for me to spend off all the pent up energy, I cooked spaghetti as soon as I went home from work. It's not actually spaghetti coz I used linguine but I'm still calling it spaghetti. Anyways, I'm writing coz there seems to have some fidgety feeling left in me (still). I played with tappy (the dog) earlier. But running around outside with the dog chasing me didn't really help. It just left ...
Why did the chicken cross the street?
March 29, 2008 – 8:33 amBecause my last post seems to be a little bit darker than usual, I'll try to balance things out with something lighthearted. It's still one of those days, but sulking will do me no good. So here's one of mankind greatest unsolvable mystery of all time. Even great minds can't seem to figure this out: Why did the chicken cross the street? Here's some of the answers: Primary school teacher: Because the chicken wanted to go to the other part. Plato: The chicken was looking for knowledge. Aristotle: It was in the chicken’s nature to cross the street. Captain Kirk: To go where no chicken has gone before. Machiavelli: The chicken crossed the street. No one cares why. The end of crossing the street justifies any motive. Freud: The fact that you are worried whether the chicken did or did not cross the street reveals your sexual insecurity. Moses: And God came down from heaven and said to ...
