Hols are over. I have about one and a half days more of respite, but a crazy term beckons ( don't ask me how i know.. some things you just know ).

Receiving news about my not-too-flattering grades yesterday is not my idea of an ideal conclusion to a decent holidays, but there you go... I really wish these things wouldn't affect me so much.

On the other hand, a Lin Yutang close at hand is always useful, and i quote :

" The Chinese approach to the problem of happiness is always negative, like Diogenes who proclaimed to the world he was a happy man because he did not want anything. Unlike Diogenes however, a Chinese man want quite a few things. But he wants only the things that make for happiness, and at the same time does not insist on them of they are out of reach.

He wants at least a pair of clean shirts, for Diogenes in the story book may exhale a certain kind of spiritual fragrance but Diogenes as a bedfellow would be a different story. But if he is extremely poor and can have only one shirt, h will not mind either. He wants many children, and if he is weathy, a good cook too, but if he is not born with such 'voluptuous' luck, he will not be sorry either. He wants a filled stomach, but congee and pickled carrots are not so costly in China; and he wants a good jug of wine, but rice wine is often home brewed, or he can pay only a few cash for a bowl at the good old wine shops. He wants a secluded hut, but if he cannot have the luck and must live in the city, he will not be sorry either. For he would have, in any case, a cage-bird and a few potted flowers and the moon, for he can always have the moon.

A strong determination to get the best out life, a keen desire to enjoy what one has, and no regrets if one fails : this is the secret of the Chinese genius for contentment. "

They should make living life without reading at least one of the books he has written a crime.

I think i am turning into an insomniac.

As tough as that is to imagine ( what with my brains having been fried by the sheer lack of sleep ), I think i am quite incapable of falling asleep now - the flesh cries out for sleep but the spirit, is errr, unwilling i guess. Forgive me if you think i am being corny, one is allowed to plead not guilty for almost any crime on grounds of insanity, so surely for a minor a transgression as this, sleep deprivation is as good an excuse as any.

At this present moment, I trying to prop my eyelids open, having spent the past hour on the bed, but sleep like a wayward child that decides to do things his way, is playing hard-to-catch. Any form of conscious resistance is, of course, futile, and unfortunately, i am not too sure about the unconscious ones going on.

It can't be from worrying about the common test, i am hardly thinking about the damn thing, although when i do, the former often pops in like an uninvited guest, (you know the kind that walks in like it is his birthright and expects you to amuse him ?). All that about me not having to worry about it is perversion of the truth of the worst kind ( the kind you can't plead sleep deprivation), because hey, i worry as much as the next guy, as long as it is a guy of course.

Good Lord at the rate i am going i am going to have to stay awake through the night and leave for school at seven tomorrow, which isn't too enticing a prospect.

Where are lecture notes when you need them?

Of Homosexuals and Homo Sapiens

Okay here's a confession ( tighten your seatbelts and all, you might be in for a surprise here ). Ready?

I'm not gay. I mean, like, seriously.

But that's not the point. The point is, and has always been, why on earth are men, so agitated by their gay friends? Okay we can look at it this way, it leaves the rest with a hell lot more choice ( unless they are closet gays of course, that might explain some stuff, but nevermind.. ), it is a small step towards solving a burgeoning population problem, and seriously guys, we have to admit that gays generally look better.

I can understand if girls throw up a big fuss over the issue, it does, after all, leave them a little short of choice, if we are to believe that all sensitive good looking guys are generally unavailable because they already have boyfriends, but .... guys ? Is it me, or are we really as dull as they say we are?

If you are at a buffet, and the person next to you refuses to eat, or does something else entirely contrary to the norm, you do not get all moral about the issue do you?

You might say that's an entirely different thing, and you might have a point. But religious convictions aside,( because really, not everyone has a direct line to God and is privy to His plans for the universe and is thus able to tell the rest of mankind what is Right and what is not), how different can it be?

Human beings are at their most sensible and least pretentious, I believe, at the dinner table, so seriously, why can't we practise our table manners elsewhere as well?

Teachers

As i chanced upon one of my old teacher's blog recently, i began to reflect on an important aspect of students' lives.

Teachers. (no dont worry this isnt some sort of expository essay)

Im sure most of you reading this, which wouldnt be anyone save for my split personality, have experienced a whole spectrum of teachers. good ones, bad ones, shitty ones. I must say, that i am rather grateful for the teachers assigned to my class this year, as compared to my previous years. Other than one or two teachers with rather calculating and interesting unique mindsets, overall i must say the standard of my teachers have improved rather significantly.

Teachers, i realise contrary to common belief, do not have much freedom. Recalling an incident quite a while back, one teacher said the wrong thing, or typed the wrong thing rather. While i shall not name names in order to not get into deep shit exercise responsible blogging, it is quite clear who he/she is.

Oh well, by the way, the teacher i mentioned at the start is the same teacher i mentioned at the end.
AND,
he isn't quite that old to be honest.

If i am disappointing anyone out there with the frequency of my posts, or rather the lack of it ( i am aware of my own presumptiousness thank you very much ) , I must offer, in my defense, two reasons, because, apart from havving to deal with frequent run-ins with err, blogger's blocks, if you would excuse the pun, I am also at the mercy of a rather unpredictable and moody internet connection.

I have noticed that on gloomy and rainy days, it catches a whiff of the bleak atmosphere as well, and is much more likely to deny me access, like those moral uplifters who seek to assuage the pain of having forgone much pleasures in life by denying others the very same pleasures. But that's another story, and not mine to tell, at that.

But never mind, I have better learn to appreciate what i have, which like so many other things is so much easier said than done. No one in his right mind gives thanks for being able to breathe, but put a man in water for three minutes before hauling him up and you will hear a most incoherent, babbling gratitude for something hardly worth his notice three minutes ago.

Oh.. And regarding an earlier post on circumventing food?
If anyone wishes to prove me wrong, and is able to come up with some way that does not entail rolling about on the floor with gastric pains at some future point in time, I am more than glad to give it a try =)

Why do we inevitably find faults in people that we care for the most?

Is it because the same qualities that endear them to us, allow us to know them too well ?

Or is it because we do not really care enough about other people to find faults with them?

Or maybe, just maybe, we are aware of the need to deceive, and convince ourselves, because to do otherwise would make ourselves far too vulnerable.

Get a life!

Okay, i am dead tired. Not the kind that comes from staring at a screen, watching people chase a ball for two and a half hours. Nope, its not that. Its the kind that comes from actually doing the ball chasing for much of two and a half hours yourself, the kind that leaves your back aching and your legs... errr.. never mind about legs..
I am only blogging because Netherland's premature exit in the game i was playing left me without a thing to do and feelling really hard done by. Oh and while we are at it, Fifa World Cup sucks ( and no, its not cause i just lost.. though that might have something to do with it ) . But its worth playing if only for the penalty shootouts though, although the fact that i lost without having had so much as one chance to take a penalty or save one gets me even more pissed.



Verdict : I need to get a life ( and if you are reading this, so do you.. )

Greetings!

Greetings netizens.

My long awaited return to idleramblers has been accomplished! Many thanks to my split personality with his not-so-frequent stand-ins.

Blogging now is the best way for my mind to go blank.

seriously.

Whenever i blog, or even think about blogging, my mind goes blank. blank as in white.

not black.

white.

I guess i'll leave you with a link then, idlerambler.deviantart.com. That's sort of my photo log. Yep. Visit it if you're free.

Goodbye netizen.

If you are even reading this.

How i managed to procure this blog entry i do not know. since my mind is supposed to be blank.

dOh!