Minutes

• When the work you do lacks quality and facts, make it up by writing a lot of adjectives and nouns to confuse the marker, making her bored and want to do something else, then she'll feel guiltily unfocused and therefore give a neutral grade like a B to avoid trouble.
• When you ask people to do things, never let them slip through the cracks to laze. Cause if they find the crack, they will slip out and run through the mountains back to Mongolia and never write a letter to say sorry.
• Maybe they will say that they sent a pigeon and it never flew back. (excuse)
• When you yourself is lazy, talk as much as you can, even though it's irrelevant, make it funny, make it animated, because shy + lazy = death of social relationship.
• When you have a lot of homework and there's season 5 of House to watch, put the homework in front of you to feel emancipated, but watch House relentlessly anyway.
• When you're fat and you know it's time to run, run to your bed and quickly fall asleep.
• When you yank your hair before you sleep, it's either you're hungry or depressed with school.
• Everybody lies, The shortest and sweetest sentence in modern times.
• This is a period when one can't feel assured of anything at all, going out doesn't seem fun, going school is stressful, no food hits the spot.
• The only way to soothe your own soul about people talking behind your back is talk behind their backs. Back at you, motherfucker.
• If one eats vitamin C 5 times a day, exercise 4 times a week, brushes teeth 2 times a day, meet up with friends 1 time per fortnight for 6 months, one eventually becomes a human robot devoid of emotions and filled with tasks.
• When there is a chance to cheat and not get caught to gain an advantage, only idiots will reject it.
• Dreams and passions exists if one has money, bitch.
• Oh, and talent.
• A Mechanics Professor taught us a wonderful lesson on getting a first-class honours: Cut down on social life, hang out with people with high GPAs, do tutorial repeatedly. I am not a hamster.
• I am bored through my skull.

Good afternoon.

On A Night Like This

Now I'm sitting on my chair with both my feet on the table.
The window is open beside me and the warm breeze blows ever so gently.

Listening to Comfortably Numb performed live by Pink Floyd repeatedly.
No the song is not about how I feel, that song just contains one of the most beautiful solos I have ever had the pleasure of listening to.
I could go over and over that song, it will always be that perfect and I will always close my eyes and let the sonic euphoria overwhelm me.

If such music exists, life ain't so bad after all.

Goodnight.
David Gilmour is a beast.

This World, My Oh My

The world is unfair.

Quote me.

Though things worked in my favour.

Goodnight.

Bang Bang Bang, I'm Still Alive!

Now intoxicated with high doses of caffeine, I feel this mirage in my head and I question whether I'm full of energy or sleepy.
I only had 3 hours sleep.
I have a quiz later.
Shitfuck I'm off the rails on this.
This Fluids shit is killing me.

I'm having a shootout with the Karma Police and I'm squatting and hiding behind one of those corners where they can't see me, I'm holding my Glock 17 in one hand and wiping tears of desperation from the edge of my eye in the other.
I'm squatting, my shirt is full of blood and I close my eyes and I try to feel the magnificent beauty in chaos.
I take deep breaths and I love the peace, the tranquility, feeling the fog of my soul dive into this infinite dynasty within me and embrace the sadness from feeling this beautiful entrapment.

AND I CAN STILL TALK COCK HERE AND NOT STUDY.
TIME TO GO FOR QUIZ.

Good Afternoon.

Fitter, Happier

Mechanics is the single most difficult and unnecessary unknown any human can dwell into.

When I listen to Radiohead, I can't do anything else.
The sorrow and loneliness in their music just makes me feel even more sorry for myself with performing this Mechanics gig.

Good, Good, Good Saturday Evening.

The End Of Innocence

Growing up is a fucking pain that spreads to all of your organs, turns them black, pierces them and twists them, leaving one in deep pain, sorrow and confusion.
I was exaggerating but it's really along those lines.

It struck me this morning that growing up sucks.
I was happily having some nice deep slumber, tossing around in bed imagining myself wrangling with a mild whirlpool when I suddenly got this big shock that CA is coming up and I need to do tutorials.
It sucks.
It's like stripping a beautiful girl then proceeding to discover a dick.
Sorry for the explicity but it was the perfect metaphor.

So now I'm on my table looking at my fucking work and I feel caged.
I can't live in peace with all these stupid little grapevines tying my limbs and pulling me apart.
The hippie age is gone and all we do now is step on people's heads, eat people's flesh and smiling with blood all over our mouths.
Why can't I ride my bicycle, throw flowers, spray cocacola into people's mouths and kick every rich kid in the face?
Objectives, objectives, objectives, fuck them.

From the time when I was old enough to know that progress is essential, I always gave myself time, lots of them to learn everything I needed and wanted to learn.
I always emphasized on the fact to myself that I'm still young, still eager and still have, regrettably not anymore, time.
I'm starting to feel this time has already reach its limit and now I will be forced to shoot the clutch shot in the dying seconds and have a late-night showdown with the devil to become the ultimate well-oiled spur gear in the workforce.
Yeah, fuck that too.
Just rob a bank, buy a cadillac, drive to a beach at the far end of the earth, marry a hot japanese and eat KFC & surf every fuckin' day.

I begin to sense that my 'humour', as if I had any, is a concoction of disgruntlement, disarray and even disillusionment at what everything is around me.
I criticize, I make fun of and I love picking at all the unneccesary exhibitionism that just hovers all around this once lovely air of innocence that used to make me feel so alive, so clean, so bright.
Am I becoming the bitter version of myself?
Maybe not so, because I still love to look at hot chicks and praise fat people for their ability to self-mutilate from gluttony and sheer abstinence from fruits and vegetables.

In spite of all these otherworldly idiocracy on my mind, I'm still sane and human.
And I have to uphold my responsibility and do my work.
I don't need inspirational quotes like
"When the Tough gets going, the going gets Tough"or "No Pain No Gain" to get me going.
I know I'm dead if I don't do.

Here's my string of inspirational quotes.

• Shut up, do work.
• Play endlessly, eat junk food but exercise, sleep late.
• Eat fruits and vegetables, drink water.
• Stop demanding 20 cents from your friend when both of you share a $3.60 cake and you paid $2.
• If you don't have what it takes then lie about it.
• People tell lousy joke, laugh so they will forever be trapped in that vicious cycle.
• You are not artsy when a picture is just colours to you and you dance like shit.
• Engineering is a series of bear traps and land mines.
• Stop saying you go to the gym when you have a belly, it doesn't change the prejudice.
• Dreams happen when you have ability, otherwise, get a job and shut up.
• Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss it, you will land on your ass and die in a bloody mess. You may land on your ass among the stars, if that's what you want.

Time to work.
Good evening.

Agreed

Yes, I do get bored easily.
Very, very easily.

I know myself more everyday.

Goodnight.