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It's December already! In about 25 days time, it'll be 2015! Quite surreal ain't it? Yes. I'm wholly mystified by the natural progression of time on Earth. Sarcasm aside, that's another year that I have wasted. You would think I have no idea that I'm getting older everyday but no, I'm very much aware. Just that I do not care. See, I just accidentally rhymed there. Damn it, I gotta stop. Alright I did it! December is usually the perfect time for self-reflection, to look back on everything & see if progress has been made. That is followed by the imposition of a new New Years resolution. As i have pointed out before, it is a ludicrous thing these days. The whole concept of making a New Years resolution has lost all it's theoretical integrity thanks to the inability of most people to keep to their promise. If you can't bring yourself to oblige to the rules, why bother coming up with a resolution? I for one admit that I once belonged in that group but...

People like to give me life advices as though I did not already know them. Ignorance isn't not knowing. It's not wanting to know. I've noticed whenever I see loving couples, I get skeptical. I would look at the girl & wonder, she isn't all that special. Maybe she's pretty but that's about it. Nothing to write home about. & then I look at the guy. He doesn't look like a suitable partner for her. I'm certain there's nothing that they have in common at all. Perhaps she's with him because he has lots of money? Or it could be that I'm witnessing the presence of 'opposites attract' at its very finest. I don't know. I'll never know. But then I remember this economic concept I read about sometime ago. It is known as 'positional goods'. The concept positional goods dictates that an object is only valued by the possessor because it’s not possessed by others. By that, it means only the owner of the item would deem somethi...

It's surprises me that it surprises people that I am holding the job I'm holding now. I'm not sure why. Perhaps because of my poor record? In almost all of my long term jobs so far, I have amassed quite a sum of warning letters. Without fail, those letters given to me were due to disciplinary problems. They were never about my competence. & since I was fired from my previous job, I guess it's halfway feasible that I'd amount to nothing. But life has a funny way of working. I never get what I want. But I get something better. Most of the time. Except for the girl aspect. I never got who I wanted & it all ended there. This job that I'm holding right now may seem a lot better than my previous one if you compare the salary but it's not really what I want. Yes, it's comparatively better but I feel it's not what I was meant to do. I'm not born to lead. Neither was I born to follow. I was born to do whatever I want. If you ask me how i got it, a...

Have you ever wondered to yourself if you're meant for great things? Or maybe something better than what you're going through right now? No? For me, it's every single day. Many times in this life, I have been labeled a social misfit by people around me. I never cared. I couldn't be bothered to prove otherwise as I feel the perception human beings have of someone cannot be altered simply because they are all born obstinate. Once someone makes up their mind, it's next to impossible to make him realize anything else. That's just how it is. By now you'd probably be wondering, why in the world is this guy talking like he's a different species? Perhaps I am. Most who know me should know that I live the life of an outcast. I never belong in any group. Sometimes, I feel relieved by this. Other times, I feel damn alleviated. Yes, I often am overjoyed at being alienated. Can't explain why. Just do. I don't see myself as superior or anything. I'm never ...

The poetry of the heart is a beautiful thing. It's one thing to feel it. But to form those thoughts into words, not many can do that. You simply cannot reject such a beautiful injection for if you do, you are rejecting the truth that dwells within your soul. There's no such thing as tears of happiness. We cry not because we are happy but because unpleasant feeling are stirred up at the occasion of a happy ending. Happy endings often conjure up an idealized world of kindness & love that we once, perhaps as children, believed was possible to attain in our own lives. Children rarely cry at happy endings because they are not yet disillusioned about their own possibilities. Crying at the happy ending reveals our idealistic side, the part that yearns for the simplicity & love we once thought possible & the part of us mourns its unattainability. So, suffice to say, when we shed tears of joy, we're really only sad. I can't remember when I last cried. I've been i...

I don't think I can't live without having anybody in my life. Its somewhat similar to having a cellphone. Granted without it, I wouldn't be able to jot down the things that go through my head, record the things that go through my head into a song, write this, text her & etcetera. I also wouldn't be able to use ampersands as frequently as I have as I still, after all these years, cannot properly craft '&' on a paper. My penmanship sucks. Just ask my tertiary school teachers. Let's just say, if disintegrating a student's homework isn't felony, I'd have a whole lot of disintegrated papers at home instead of the ones with the big F plotted across them. There was one point of time when my phone went berserk & had to be restored because it wasn't able to start up. I lost so much important data in it & I actually felt like I lost a part of me too. The thousand over notes, the few monumental text messages, the awesome & handsome p...

A colleague of mine gave me some words of wisdom yesterday. Or so he thought. The whole time, he was preaching like he was a philosopher of Confucius's level. I can't remember most of what he said probably because it was of no importance. Also maybe because I drifted away after a while due to the interest level I had of the conversation we were having. But there was one part that I distinctly recall. Solely because he was making fun of the fact that I'm pure. You know I'm a unicorn right? So he asked me, what would happen if you don't use your motorbike? What would happen if you just leave it there for years without actually starting up the engine even? It would stop working eventually, according to him. I'm no automotive expert but I guess that makes sense. There's a first time for everything, I know. In a way, he was indirectly insinuating that the lack of usage of my sexual organ would make me infertile. How clever. I never worry about such stuff. If I wa...