The Great Holidays

The 13th of December 2007, a Thursday, but not too historic or monumental in any sense. It's just like the other days when I still yawn even though I have already been awake for hours. And to make things worse, I'm playing the sleepy music at midday. Not a very brilliant idea I can assure you of that but would it make any difference even if I had not? I wish it did. But as they say, wishes are only as good as they are. Don't ask me, I have not, a clue about its meaning. But I do have one consolation though, or at least I think it is, I will be starting work tomorrow. I can't say that it is the most exciting job I would have ever taken on, but in it lies what I so desperately need to learn, which is the art of persuasion because it is no secret that I am a horrible persuader but I do love deal-making though. But then again, when you're persuading for almost 10 hours a day, you do start to feel the pinch. Worse, your legs would start giving up on you and you would spend the remainder of the night wishing you had not decided to go on that little adventure. But that's life, when you give your word to someone, you should stick by it. And in a world where too many people often pay lip service, that is what I believe distincts a between a person with distinction and one who just survives on a boderline pass. Care to debate?
One more thing, I just found out that looking for a pair of white slacks is as easy as looking for a fist sized pearl. No one sells it at a bargain or even at a price of the crown jewels. I had to eventually turn to my form 6 neighbour who is slighltly bigger than me for a favor.

White Slacks

They say that we should never do what what we can today on another day. Procrastination, in other words, whould not become a habit. I for one am facing one of the effects of procrastination. No, I'm not having a deadline issue or anything but rather, I am facing one of the most annoying of its effects which is the loss of ideas and enthusiasm. Just last night I had a rush of a certain idea which I had wanted to pen but I decided against it because I had already turned the lights off and wanted to go to bed. Though I can remember what it was about but I have already lost the feeling that was associated with it and now I feel like a dried up tap head with sporadic droplets of water escaping my mouth every now and then.

I spoke to a friend of mine the other day, he said that true love can only come from years of friendship and not just at first sight like how most of us would like to believe. I have another friend who said that they would not fall for a close friend simply because they are a close friend. But if so, wouldn't this statement contradict the earlier statement? But then again, does true love only have o be confined to relationships which are intimate in nature? If so, what then is a good friendship but one based on pure love for another? Isn't then a good friendship the equivalent of a relationship based on love?

She said hurry up before you loose your feeling forever. I was afraid that would happen but only now do I realize that it was only a myth. In fact, it has never wavered. Just last night we knew that it has gotten stronger but the only difference is, I no longer expect he same as I used to. The same way that I feel for most people.

Perhaps we should all wear big red Santa suits, ride a sleigh to work and give gifts to everyone we know and then we'd all be laughing our way to the bank. It is good for business.

I wish I made sense but as of late, I hardly could.

Cheater Caught In The Act

Before you watch this, turn the volume up real loud then concentrate on the footage.
It will demonstrate to you why you shouldn't cheat on your partner.



Now do you understand?

Depth

The speakers of truth are the ones who observe all that goes on with a mind so sharp that it would put even the sharpest of tools to shame. It is quite a shame that I fail so miserably at being the sharpest. Instead I find myself stuck between being sharp and blunt. I try to speak the truth but my observations are often flawed. So much so that I destroy everything that we so painstakingly built for all these times. It so seems that I have an inadequacy in the depth of my thinking. No matter how deep I try to go, I always find out that I have barely reached the bottom. It makes me wonder if there ever is a bottom? If there is, how deep? How much further till I get there?

Aries Spears

Mighty Funny

A Byproduct Of The Ultimate Freedom

The first one lasted three nights long. The second one, only one. Now the third one, uncountable. As the forays increase, the amount of nights decrease. Though it is against my wish that these nights decrease but I have not the power to have them increased. It is always frustrating to have no power over what goes on and therefore power must be seeked and no stone must be left unturned in the quest to seek that power. A byproduct of the ulimate freedom of knowledge, the flow of monetary reserves. But until that is found, I have no choice but to accept and live with what I have.

Another One Wraps It Up

So once again I find myself stuck in the days where I can afford to say a few words not once a day, as customary, but a few words many times in a day like in the old days where 3 times a day was too little to ask for. Indeed, if you assume that I am bored, then your assumption has indeed hit the halfway mark to accuracy. But what I think would qualify you to hit the remainder of the mark is if you made the assumption that I just feel like writing almost anything. How did this sudden urge to write come about? Honestly, I couldn't answer you. But then again, what can I answer you?

The funny thing is, I watched two very good movies over the past two days. Both of which generated humongous amounts of emotions and thoughts in me. I watched The Kingdom which in a class well above the rest and a documentary, The Inconvenient Truth, which I felt was a real eye opener to those who still ignorantly believe that global warming is nothing more than a natural cycle that is ultimately an act of some unseen hand. Of course, upon watching those movies I had alot to say about them but the funny thing is, I delayed them so much that now I don't know here to begin. But if you were to engage in a interrogation session with me on the topics which I have just mentioned, I would be able to answer you. But as we know it, writing is an entirely different ball game to speech. So ultimately, the funny thing is I feel like writing but I just can't get myself to write what needs to be written.


On a more lighter note, I often get myself into trouble by not knowing what to say when it matters most. But am I in any way surprised? To be honest with you, I'm not.
But am I worried? I would be lying if I said no. But do I find it fun? I couldn't answer that.