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I like songs with really strong beats. Like Timbaland’s The Way I Are. So anyways I wanna recommend Eve ft. Jay-Z’s Tambourine. Watch the vid, the starting’s really cute. Speaking of this Eve, I love her Give It To You. No, not the Timbaland Give It To Me. The Sean Paul one.
I cannot stand 50cent’s I Get Money. It’s conceited, su-per annoying, and the video pisses me off. Big Time. UGH IT IS IRRITATING. SHUT UP 50 CENT. YOU DO NOT OWN NEW YORK and the only money you’ll get from anyone is bribes for you to shut up.

I just cleaned my keyboard. It was getting just abit too gross for comfort. P:

If there’s one thing I find extremely moronic it would be how they create animated bloopers for animated films. HELLO. But it’s just plain retarded to do that because Bloopers are meant to be CANDID, not extra stuff created for the film. It loses all its humour when it’s man-made, not natural. Because the SOLE reason why it’s funny in the first place is because it’s unintentional.

Whenever I watch animated bloopers, I feel disgusted, cheated, and really mad. I especially hate it when it’s an animated film starring ANIMALS. Ugh. UGH! I don’t get what’s so interesting watching a film about animated ANIMALS. Therefore I absolutely HATE it when they create bloopers for animalistic animated film. WHY!?

ONE GOOD THING ABOUT ANIMATED FILMS IS THAT YOU DON’T HAVE TO HAVE OUTTAKES. It’s DRAWN. It’s MADE. It’s CREATED. There are NO ERRORS except when it comes to the creation of the animation. If you want bloopers, show how you accidently drew in extra arm for a character or colored in Cinderella’s dress blue instead of pink. DO NOT. DO NOT CHEAT YOURSELF BY DRAWING OUT ERRORS MADE BY THE CHARACTERS.

Animated bloopers infuriate me.

I think we should always capitalise our names to give our beings due respect.

I was doing my usual dose of daydreaming, and today I was daydreaming about finding a cure for cancer. And when I was relishing the make believe glory, fame and wealth, thinking up really impactful things to say during interviews, and fabricating excerpts of my autobiography and articles on me, it struck me how odd the whole situation seemed. Somehow I felt like I was missing something to be happy over.

I was pretty much disappointed with myself when I realised what. The whole point on finding the cure for cancer is to, well, cure cancer. Instead of basking over the joy of having save lives, I was ebullient over the fact that MY own lifestyle had elevated luxury. I admit to being superficial and materialistic, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t makes me upset.

Honestly, I never knew I was this bad.

Here is to proof reading my blog does NOT rot your brain but in fact keeps your brain juices pumpin’.

Bruce Lee’s actions were so fast they had to slow the film down as opposed to the orthodox method of speeding it up.

Ants don’t sleep.

In England, in the 1880’s, “Pants” was considered a dirty word.

Money doesn’t bring you happiness, but it enables you to look for it in more places.

Middle age is when broadness of the mind and narrowness of the waist change places.

If ATM stands for Automatic Teller Machine, why do we call it an ATM machine? And if PIN stands for Personal Identification Number, why do we call it a PIN number?

Why do people point at their watches when they want to know the time, but they never point to their crotch when they need to find the loo?

I NEVER NEVER EVER got this one figured out. It’s freakishly uncanny. Creepy, really.
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ON FURTHUR OBSERVATION: I decided to wise up and crack the case of this stupid Mindreader thing. I tried doing it with as many numbers as I could. And I ended up with the same symbol. There MUST be some annoyingly genius mathematical trick in this thing. ):

Action & Consequence. I spun round & round & round the chair. It was fun. It didn’t give me the chance to think of anything else, much as I want to. Which is great. Round & Round & Round, such great, great fun. Everything inside you getting spun round and round and round like in a washing machine. All mixed up.

When you stop. Every single thing churning about in you halts. And you feel like throwing up. I don’t know, it’s just the most horrid feeling in the world, I hate it. I really do. Action & Consequence. If I want to do something I want to do, I have to bear the consequences. I want to spin on my chair, I love spinning. I need to get the sick sensation of barfing.

Sleeping – is pure bliss. Honestly, just pure bliss. It’s just so sick how when you sleep, doing the most enjoyable thing in the whole wide world, your brain has to shut down. We can’t even get to experience the most pleasurable thing on Earth when we are doing it. But shutting your brain down when you’re sleeping is part of what makes it so great, isn’t it?

The world can never be fair this way. No, wait. The world isn’t meant to be fair.

Hello. I don’t really blog for an audience now. I just do random ranting. They make sense to me, at least. Maybe one day I’ll come back, reread my posts, and come up with an answer to all my questions. Questions – I love them, they’re the best thing on Earth, next to sleeping. Just that you cannot ever enjoy sleeping. It takes time to get answers for your questions, but at least you get them eventually.

Back to the topic, I don’t blog for an audience. I blog for myself, for what I have to say. I mean, when I don’t have time (like I used to) to sit by myself and just think. Think about things no one bothers to know and stuff, I will just blog. And they spill. Just that. I don’t exactly blog them all. Yes, yes. Yes.

I think it all started when I was eight or nine. When I stood next to this huge wide road one evening, (and I remember) looking at the huge bright-lit MacDonald’s sign. I was alone, and you know how your thoughts tend to wander when you are alone?

I started asking myself. Why am I here? As in, why am I in this world? Why is anybirdy in this world, why is this world even existing? Why couldn’t there be just a blank patch of nothingness? No galaxy, no stars, no people. Bam, nothing. Like before the Big bang. No, better, there should BE no Big Bang. Nothingness.

Then I started questioning the meaning of life. I know, I was only nine, and I got quite a shock myself. There IS no meaning to life. There is no goal in life. Okay, if your goal is to get into a good University. SO? So you can get a good job, get a high paying salary. SO? So that you can buy mercedes & mansions and enjoy life? SO? SO WHAT? It makes you happy?

SO, SO WHAT IF YOU ARE HAPPY? WHAT DO WE HAVE TO GAIN IN THE END? And even if we do gain something, does it really matter? There’s happiness, there’s suffering too. If we do not even exist, as in NOTHINGNESS, then there need not BE happiness, or sadness, or anything at all. And we can all live without happiness, can’t we? Oh wait, we won’t even be living. SO WHAT IS THE FREAKING POINT?

Why can’t we all just don’t exist? I’m not emo, or being morbid today, kbish? I’ve been riding on this topic for super long, to myself of course, no one seems to agree. But I feel strongly about it. It’s not even making me upset. I mean, I’m not upset about us living, of course. It’s just, I’m confused. Live for what? Everyone one living SO WHAT? Everyone NOT living, SO WHAT?

AGAIN. I AM NOT BEING EMO. I am just looking at this from a strange psychological point of view.

Speaking of Psychology, I’m super fascinated by how the human brain works. Not the cerebellum thing, I mean how they think. And I have a talent of making bogus theories that makes lots of sense! Or so I think. It has happened plenty a times. I think of why something is like that, and an explaination comes up, it all seems to fit, behold, Bogus Theory!

For example, today I was telling Celine how our jokes, ALL seem to be dirty. EVERY SINGLE one that is funny is dirty. If it’s not dirty, it’s not funny. Then I thought that maybe after you get laid, it won’t be the subject of a joke anymore. It’s more like a leisure? And since they don’t consider it joke, they have no other funny jokes to tell. That’s why most adults are dull compared to kids. Who tell dirty joke.

Bogus.

I tell myself to stop using the computer.

I ask myself, “Why confine yourself to a screen not larger than two feet squared, when there’s more than a million acres out there for you to explore?”

Sometimes I contradict myself.

I reply, “Because with the computer, you can access not only to all parts of Earth, but also do it within seconds, within the click of the mouse.”

I shut myself up.

Sometimes, I contradict myself so much, I do not know which stand I believe in.

Speak to the indecisive,

my subconscious mind balances with my conscious one.