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We are never satisfied. Never.

We always want something, but by the moment we get it, we immediately want something else. Always moving forward, and never stopping to show some gratitude.

We only decide to stop when our so-called lifetime goal is reached. We look at our prize and ask ourselves: Where do I go now? What was the point of this?

Nowhere. Nothing.

We start to walk backwards, and once again see the little blessings we received, and belittled.

Sadly, by the time we make a decision to devote our life to appreciate them all…it’s too late.

What a waste of dream.

I’m very happy that the Conservatives won! We need a leader who’s got a backbone, and I believe Stephen Harper is that person.

Anyway, Canada is a great country no matter who the Prime Minister is. It’s just filled with many ungrateful, pessimistic, apathetic fools who think that their “rights” are right. The very people who live in this country are the ones who are going to destroy it. Bunch of spoiled brats. They need to step out of Canada once in a while just to see how great of a counrty it is.

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Introducing Mr. Monster Roundhouse-kick Cat!

If Chuck Norris had a cat, it would be this one and he would name it Denver. Just because...

Before I start ranting about how hectic school is, I think I should appreciate the goodness of life first, just to put a positive vibe on this entry --

Ok, enough of that.

School is, well, a school. And the word “school” is something to be feared, at least by me anyway. I have six courses this semester, which just makes me a bigger loser than I already was before. All the major assignments and labs are due practically on the same day. I just realized that on the 17th of February, I have at least three important things to hand in, plus a mid-term. It sounds awesome.

Now, for the random part:

1) Vanessa and her boy-toy are getting a bit chummy in the school cafeteria. Vanessa dear, grade nines are watching.



2) I’m so sorry Cat. Don't worry, I’ll kill Clay Aiken when I find the time to.

3) King enjoyed watching Mr. Crazy Half-Nakey Santa flex! Hehe…I know I did.

The most difficult part of starting a new semester is buying books. Everyone can seriously vouch for that. It’s even more difficult for second semester because it’s right after Christmas, meaning most of the students – approximately 98.99% - are broke. Unfortunately, I’m not part of the lucky 1.01% who’s not broke. That’s just my luck.

The second troubling part about starting a new semester is opening the freshly bought books. It’s quite painful to hear the book creaks, really painful. So painful that it became a hindrance to studying. I bought this Management book last week, paid 140 bucks for it, and I haven’t opened it since. Honestly, I didn’t pay 140 dollars to hear it creak. It breaks my heart. But I know that I’m going to have to ‘devirginize’ that book soon, and then rape it with highlighters. Textbooks are my prostitutes; I paid lots of money to hurt it.

Oh, and for the record, I like raping my books…with highlighters and Post-its.

The end.

Over the break, I watched Radiohead’s Just video about 1,700,856 times. I was obsessed with the thought that I could figure out why everyone was lying on the sidewalk at the end of the video. What did that lone wolf say to those people that convinced them to do the same thing? Well, instead of finding out the reason for the pavement lying fest, I found that Thom Yorke is one adorable fellow. Then I slowly noticed that Thom Yorke is a hybrid of Clay Aiken and Gimpy from Undergrads. I didn’t know whether I should be turned on or off. I still find him to be one superb musician and person nonetheless.

Exhibit A:

If there is one thing you should really know about me, it should be my love for celebrity junk – gossip! I’m always up-to-date with this stupidity making me one very dependable garbage collector. Normally, I wouldn’t even blog about celebrities. I think it’s a waste of time, really. I just like reading stories about their miserable life to make mine look better. However, this Angelina-Brad Pitt thing is just worthy of all the blog time in the world, and I dare to join the bandwagon. So here it is:

You can guess who the daddy is. Yeah, that’s right, Mr. Pretty Boy.

I fear that their first biological child will be retarded. Two very good-looking people mating will result in an uncontrollable mojo transfer to the fetus. It’s too much for the baby, have mercy! You need to have at least one pretty ugly parent to create a decent looking child. So if you say that Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie are ugly, then you must be Stevie Wonder.

Anyway, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie are very selfish people. They should have married someone ugly to give hope for the rest of the world, that’s the most humane thing you can do…next to adopting babies.

So the big question is: Why did I even bother writing about these two? The answer is quite simple. For the first time in my celebrity junk indulgence, I envy the celebrities who are supposed to make me feel better. That's why.

Well...It’s Gilmore Girls time!

Since it’s a new year and a new semester, I figured that I should also make a new layout. It’s only appropriate, right? Besides, I was extremely bored today. Having no classes (I know, already!) and all, I decided to use my time wisely…So, I came up with this design. I could have slept in, but that’s not a very smart way of spending a day-off. That and I’ve been sleeping in for the past three and a half weeks…what a lazy bum I am. I also spent this day watching my parents change my curtains for the second time, and I must say, that this time, I actually enjoyed watching them remove those plain curtains and swap them with a livelier one. My family can be so random; the curtain changing was totally unplanned. Well, at least a plan that I was totally unaware of.

You know what else I watched? Gilmore Girls! What is a day-off without Gilmore Girls? A Sunday…or a very stupid, wasted day! I’m hooked. I admit it. I even had to alter my schedule so that I can come home early and just in time for the show. However, Thursday is useless, just can’t do anything about that day. Those darn labs should have been lectures, more reason to skip the class. Hmm…sounds like last semester when I skipped 10 lectures of GRA 103 for American’s Next Top Model. I just love my sense of reasoning – television over education.

Back to Gilmore Girls, I feel like Rory is the female Samson. Seriously, after the producers decided to chop her hair off, she became stupider. By the way, this is not the new season and Rory’s haircut is old news, I just have a problem with letting go of this…change. Rory, Rory, Rory…never cut your hair again!

I get too excited. I better I shut up now.

Night!

2005 was an interesting year. Now, by interesting, I don’t mean ‘good’. It was just interesting - a bittersweet 365 blood-boiling days. I’m not going to list down the events that happened on that year because there’s too many to remember, and to type down. Also, I fear redundancy. Life in 2005 was following a fashion line graph where the line just goes up and down, and the oh-no-not-that-again responses will definitely be unavoidable. Yes, I fear that.

Although, I must point out that the first half of the year was all right. People were good, school’s ok…I thought 2005 was going to be a pretty good year for me. I thought wrong. It was a year of changes. Either people decide to change, or unplanned to die. Things changed. Making the second half of the year pretty stupid and unworthy of blog time. With that said, I shall rant no more.

Hopefully y’all will have a happy 2006. I hope I do.