I don't trust myself

I will beg my way into your garden
I will break my way out when it rains
Just to get back to the place where I started
So I can watch you back all over again

Hold on to whatever you find baby
Hold on to whatever will get you through
Hold on to whatever you find baby
I don't trust myself with loving you
-John Mayer-

Mayer says things man.

Hoo haa the Pope's in town...

Not exactly a rhyme but it works. So I have nothing to say about the pope being in town. More specifically Sydney. Not Melbourne. So don't care. I was tempted to call this a political stunt. In retrospect it probably is, from what angel, not sure. Mais, je sais pas. All I know is, he'll probably be gone in about 10 years good old-literally-Pope Benedict but I better stop before someone accuses me of blasphemy. God knows we wouldn't want that eh.

What's up eh? So lets see. Got my results back. Below par. So don't want to talk bout it. Watched Kung Fu Panda, pretty good. Ah, watched The Happening and Shyamalan my good friend, I love his shit but boy has he got it all wrong. I mean conceptually it's pretty sound but a lawnmower on human flesh with all it's grittiness, some discretion would be great I guess. Mamma Mia! boy where do I start. One would expect that in filming a musical film the cast would comprise of people who could actually SING. Pierce Brosnan CANNOT SING. Period. No two ways bout it. He practically KILLED SOS. And Collin Firth also CAN'T SING. Who gives a flying who-ha if he was in Bridget Jones. They should thank their very lucky stars-whoever they are-that Meryl Streep was in the flick. Besides the scenery-very beautiful scenery might I say-and the Meryl Streep-"the" cause she's Meryl Streep-the film fails in comparison with the musical.

Alas, I'm not cut out to be a critic.

Uni's in a couple of weeks. And one can probably tell that I have absolutely nothing to blog about. More appropriately phrased there's just too much to talk about and I can't be bothered blogging. Whichever suits one's perception of me.

"If god did not exist it would be necessary to invent him" says Voltaire. 200 years on nothing can be truer.

Atomised

Fuiyoh, a title on my post after I don't know how many posts. A milestone? Heh, coincidental I call it.

Right. Atomised by Houellebecq. Pretty good shit. It's a cult book definitely. Along the lines of A clockwork orange or even, dare I say it, 1984. It's a satire not so much on society but more on the societal perception of love and emotions all fit nicely within a socio-biological frame. It's controversial, quirky, quite messed up really. But it's pretty good. I personally feel there should be a R18+ stamped on the cover of the book. But alas, maybe the libertarians of this world might disagree. And also worth a note, the book was written in French and translated. Probably explains the abundance of sex scene's.

Besides that I am excruciatingly bored. Holidays are a drag and staying in this godforsaken place doesn't quite help. I don't know what to do. I'd probably go play golf or something except i'ts been raining and the wind ain't helping either. I think I'm just tempted to go to town for the bleeding sake of it. Take a 1 hour tram ride to town and watch a movie and take another 1 hour tram ride back. If thats not a paradigm of nothing better to do I don't know what is. Maybe I go St Kilda while I'm at it, to Luna Park, on my own, in the middle of bloody winter, and get acquainted with the junkies. After all, it is Friday. Actually, thats not a bad idea.

On a tangent. Williams sister's final. Pretty confident bout that. Should be a buzz. So see ya later alligator I suppose.

Right. Exams are over. Results are in approximately 17 days. Wanted to cement that thought. As true with every other post-exam period I find myself contemplating on all the pre-exam plans/routines I set out to for the post-exam only to succumb to the dark side of laziness and being a contented couch potato, TV hogging bastard really. Alas we get a little too critical of ourselves sometimes.

So whats new?

Hmmm...

I've finished reading this book Catch-22 by Heller. Good shit. Its funny in an ironic way. I guess most typical WW2 books would depict the harsh times of war and selfless sacrifice towards country. This is completely the opposite. It focuses on insubordination, struggle to stay alive, basically the other side of the story. Very funny really. It's not typical. Which I love. Definitely worth a read. I find it quite hard to settle into that book. Probably because the author onslaughts you with a whole host of characters. But quite brilliant writing.

Also just finished Catcher in the Rye by Salinger. When I say just I literally mean just. Around 10 minutes ago. For some obscure reason I forgot how to spell minute. Meh bygones. Anyway that book was interesting to say the least. I found the main character rather unbearable but its just good. I don't think its for everyone honestly. The plot was almost like Haddon's book which is too long to type. It starts off as partly gibberish I felt but it took off soon enough. Won't go into details. Can't be bothered.

On a tangent

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SAFINA LOST!!!!!! WTFKNNMCHCBKNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I wanted her to kick Serena Williams ass. I like her. Something bout not giving up that appeals to me. Savvy?

And also the Coldplay album's pretty solid. Its different definitely. Its more about sound this album which suits me just fine. Ever notice how songs are almost always about love. That just seems fucked up frankly. But alas they say love makes the world go round. If you believe that kinda shit. Can you tell I'm a cynic?

I was going to blog on how birthdays are for suckers then after much self contemplation I realized that being a cold and heartless bastard and an introverted antisocial won't do me any good. Besides, I've come to the conclusion that birthdays aren't that bad after all and now move on to the neutral side of the for and against campaign for birthdays.

Having said that, what am I going to blog about?

Hmmmm.....*thinking cap on*.........

So if you've been following the news of late the most recent headlines highlights the severe increase in fuel prices. Now I don't pretend I know what happens in Malaysia regarding the sudden fuel hike and Badawi's intention of subsidising fuel. But I can tell you this. Its about damn time. I think we have been living in the illusion of ever lasting fuel for far too long now. But more importantly is cartels take in this sudden increase in prices. Its no secret that they've been sucking us dry like leeches for the past 100 years. Look only at their annual turnover.
ExxonMobil: Turnover of $40 bil.
Shell: $31 bil.

But more importantly, its their inability to innovate thats really causing these price hikes. I was having a chat with one of the environments guy in Uni the other day. He pointed out that had the lobby for Hybrid cars or electric cars been passed in favour of the production of these cars instead of to GM or to ExxonMobil in the States some years ago, we'd prolly be well on our way to these alternative means. But alas, power corrupts power. I think it's just sad that they fail to see the greater implications of their actions I suppose. I guess the top executives aren't really paid to think unless its in terms of dollars and cents. It really is a testament to how much power these companies have. The worst is yet to come I say. Currently we're still doing alright for petrol but if the supply of petroleum ceases all together more derivative products will become too expensive. Think only plastics. Or the various ceramics or semi-conductors. Unless someone like Haber comes out with a cheaper way of making plastics we're in for it.

On another note, there seems to suddenly be a sudden influx of Malaysians in Melbourne. Its freaking me out. Now I live in the suburbs somewhere north of Melbourne. We don't get many Asians here, but lately, there's just so many of them. Lurking in Nando's or over at the meat section of Safeway or Coles. Also, shopping malls are becoming more and more congested with Asians. It's somewhat ironic I guess in a crude kinda way. Heh. The great land down under eh.

ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CI BAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

KNNMCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*pfft*...phew........

Right now thats done with we can begin.

So what to blog about. What do my beloved audience of which seem to be dwindling at an exponential rate much like an e graph accept in this instance the numbers does touch the x-axis in which it would be wrong to call it an e graph anyway but I digress. Screw it. Who cares if I digress anyway. I don't even have a contention to digress from. Thats messed up. Heck I'm not even sure the entire paragraph is grammatically correct. Heh. Right. So....

*thinking cap on*

So I've been reading a bit lately. Besides TV and studying(*pfft* yea right....nearly flunked my micro paper, but alas I don't want to talk bout it) I've been reading a bit. And I don't know if it was subconscious or merely luck, though I think the latter would sound more realistic, I was reading a book by Mark Haddon "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time" followed by a "Musicophilia" by the talented Dr. Oliver Sacks. The first one is about an autistic boy who while in the midst of living in his own world pretty much trying to find out who killed the dog at night. And the second book is about music and its various effects on people of all sorts targeting mostly the mentally impaired and the sudden urge of musicality or the loss of it due to life threatening accidents of all sorts. And what I found interesting while reading the books especially the latter one was how mysterious the mind was but also how these people seemed to dare challenge the norm of society almost in a catch-22 way. What struck me was the fragility of our mind. The fact that it takes so little for so much to happen was intriguing. The fact that some of these people he mentions were just fine till they woke up one morning hearing the whole 5th symphony in their head.

He mentions cases by which patients with severe Touretts's or Parkinson's disease who under normal circumstances would be incapable of normal stable mobility would be able to become still when induced by music. He talks about how musicians with Tourette's are able to perform when they get in the grove of it. He mentions one particular case where he investigates a person with severe dementia who is under normal circumstances unable to hold a memory for less than a second having been able to hum entire sonata's and symphonies almost from thin air. In that particular case, he talks about the mind being able to carry out automatic operations if you will despite the severe dementia this person is under. But he then makes the distinction between music and these automatic functions like walking or running and how amongst all the agony if you will he is able to chew, recognise his wife. And I got to thinking how amazing these things are. To actually be seemingly in the point of no return to finally find that one could find some refuge and no less in music seems surreal. This to me seems rather empowering and cynical at the same time. The fact that we can depend on music as a source of comfort even when we seemingly have forgotten the very meaning of comfort I find quiet warmth in but I can't help but be critical over the fact that given the state of mind some of these patients are in, what sort of comfort would comfort be if one can't even remember what it fells like anymore.

Of course he talks about the not so nice side of it where music can be a side effect spawned as a result of sudden mishaps or unintentional accidents which involve primarily the disturbance of patterns within the brain. I won't go into detail but I'll mention this. Studies have shown apparently that people of the more phonetic nations like China or Vietnam are more inclined to having perfect pitch as opposed to their English speaking counterparts. Also, perfect pitch occurs more frequently among kids then in adults and perfect pitch is often not inherited but conditioned. So I guess thats bout it. A good read I'd say but quite a bit of medical jargon. But I find its tailored to non-medical students.

EDIT: Fucking font....

FUCK!!!!!!

micro!!!!!!.....................................

London

London...uno
















First take.
















Inside Westminster Abbey

















Also Westminster Abbey































Big Ben outside the Abbey
















Parliament from the bridge which I forgot the name of.































Shot outside Westminster Station which I waited patiently for Ms. Yeang....
















Ah...wait ah................parliament??
















The Abbey itself, not in chronological order I realize..its not even the first place I visited but ah well.
















The Abbey again.
















Emirates Stadium home of Arsenal F.C. it was literally just down the road from Highbury.































Arsenal emblem.































Don't see no Potter nowhere...



And below the decorations for New Years Day in Bond St where Ms. Yeang stays.

I wonder sometimes if I weren't predisposed to this particular place in this particular time, where wold I be. Would I have left for another, or would fate simply dictate that I should end up here no matter what. I believe primarily in choice over chance. But I suppose Dworkin has point when he said not much of what we do comes from our own choices. But, its good to ponder...

Timshel!

I don't really have anything in particular to really ponder about. Because of my teeth aching? I speculate. Certainty lies merely in the fact that I really should see a dentist. Sometime this century if possible.

So I was reading East of Eden a couple months back, and in the book is spoke of a word timshel , thou mayeht. I found it intriguing. The relevant story line, as I recall it, was when these bunch of guys (I won't really go into names, cause unless you've read the book one won't really know) were talking about sin and the bible and its interpretation of sin and repentance. And one of the most profound things I remembered being mentioned was the fact that change was our own choice and that the true power lies in the fact that we want to make a change as opposed to the 'have to' approach. It may seem trivial but I think we forget so much sometimes. Sometimes I think we give god or the bible too much credit and sometimes we think too much of these scriptures that when we actually achieve something we don't stop back and think "Wait, I did some shit too.." and I think too much has been borne out of complacency. Much the same way that what we do is a testament of what happens, what we DON'T do is also a reflection of our idleness. Too much is being put on god and too little upon ourselves. I think we sometimes forget that the only people on this earth RIGHT NOW is us.

I don't dispute the importance of scriptures, seeing as much of the modern constitutions of any nation is based on these scriptures. But I think its like a good book. You take it in, analyze it and we CAN NOT be afraid to CRITICIZE it. Then again, disagreeance among scholars is what sparked civil wars in the first place. Of course, I'm pretty sure, tax plays a big part in most of the wars as well.

Thats it I suppose. Its getting late unfortunately so what else I have to say, some other time will you hear it. Having said that, Steinbeck is cool man...even after he's gone..I guess I did have something to blog about.

Okay. What happened. Got back most of our assignments. Don't want to talk about them.

My SIM card is fucked. I think so is my phone. Either way, its both fucked.

My com is also fucked. Joy.

Quickbook sucks.

Ah, yeah thats bout it really.

I'll entertain with a joke seeing as those last few sentences wasn't exactly...er....pleasant.

Mathematician.
Parrot dies.
What happened?
"Polynomial. Polygon."


There are 10 types of people.
People who can do binary and people who can't.

Yeah, thats all I got, courtesy of my math lecturer. The first one took me a while but its still pretty funny. Think word play.



As a finale.

You know there comes a point in every man's life where he would start of a sentence with those exact words. Fortunately for me, that point in my life hasn't quite arrived yet. I thought I'd just drop that phrase in.

So what has happened. Ah I don't know. Nothing much has happened really. I've been caught up with assignments as is everyone I assume. Unless you're not in uni which is a different case. In which case you'd also have to be studying cause chances are you have A levels exams. Joy!

However, I highly doubt raving on and on on my assignments is really what we want to read about. SO what to blog about?

I don't know what to blog about. I think I'm in silent refusal to think. So, I'll entertain with youtube.


Make sure you listen to the last part, where he holds the 'home'. Bellisimmo!

tilt

Jia lak.

Uni freaking rules man!

Since uni started I have:

1. Used up nearly a reel's worth of paper printing a whole lot of shit.
2. Somehow or another caused my com to crash.
3. Read
4. Read
5. Math
6. Math
7. Math
8. Math
9. MATH!!!!!!!

On a lighter note, did you know that Hugh Hefner at one point of his life had 7 girlfriends? What would you do with 7 girlfriends? Why would you want 7 girlfriends at one time anyway? I suppose its different for him. The querks of being Hugh Hefner eh. I'm sure I have more to say besides "Geez he's Hugh Hefner so its fine for him to have 7 girlfriends" but honestly I'm way too tired to think.

And all I CAN think about at the moment is GST and whether to clasify it under payables or receivables and whether its an asset or liability and how to prepare a fanancial statement. And how a perfectly competative market fails and what are the externalities which cause market failiure. And how Dworkin's take on liberalism compares to the so called accepted views of liberalism and how/if it deffers to conservetism. And how Locke's theory on property compares to Machiavelli's take on power and ownership. How institutions effect polity and why. How the classical view of democracy is applied to a republic/monarchy. And...math which is not worth mentioning cause we'd just run out of space.

And I'm in the 3rd week. Joy. No I haven't meet any cute guys Beve thus I can't give you their numbers. The faculty is so big anyway, its hard to make contact. Ah excuses eh.

I want to play golf. I want a new set of irons. I want a Gibson les paul. I need to study. *sigh*

EDIT: I LOVE TORRES!!!!!!

Post 100

Blogs are dying now. Except for people who get paid to blog and people who are into blogging, which the number has significantly decreased one has to say, the blog fad has, I believe, all but past. You may ask yourself then, the people who read my blog, which numbers are also gravely diminishing- hovering somewhere between the zero and one reader per month zone-why am I blogging? Am I a hypocrite? Or am I a frequent blogger in which the word frequent translates to blogging every other month? The propriety of blogging would unofficially bind thee to at least updating one's blog for the mere sake of propriety. But then again, ethics in the blog sphere never really meant much now did it. Ergo, the only possible reason why I am blogging, rather why I have resorted to blogging, is simply because I am bored. Cliche? Very much so. But as anyone who has a blog-own would be improper simply because one does not "own" cyberspace, one merely occupies a insignificantly small proportion of cyberspace- it's my bloody blog. Then again, who really cares, seriously.

So the world is starting again. Its been on somewhat of a hiatus, for me personally of course. But lately its been cranking up its machine. Its as if the engine stalled for a while and now its back to the first gear. But I digress. The fact is, university, not such a big deal to me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy to be in university but thats about it. Impartiality? I reckon sometimes I'm too impartial. But as they say thats that. Won't really have much to say until university actually starts.

On a complete tangent, I've realised, or rather my mother has pointed it out to me, that petrol prices in Melbourne-and the greater part or Australia I believe- fluctuates weekly with a particular peak on Wednesday afternoons. I find that extremely intriguing. And it does not fluctuate a mere one or two cents but in certain instances by a margin of 10 cents or more per liter. That might not seem much but anyone who knows anything about cars and pumping petrol, 10 cents can translate to a lot of moolah better spent on a meal or Krispy Kreme's or Jester pie's. I've always suspected it had something to do with the weekly distribution of petrol which oddly enough happens on Wednesdays. My question is, why Wednesdays? What happened to Mondays? Maybe the traffic's less heavy on Wednesdays, or the tolls cheaper or the prices of diesel fuel which in turn ensures the continuity of the vicious Wednesday cycle. Maybe I'll be hearing more of this in my future macroeconomy class. Interesting.

I think thats it for now really. I've gotta go pump some petrol now, before the prices start to hike up again in which case I would spend needless amounts of money on petrol which could be better off spent on golf. So until next time then.

P.S. Steph I reckon you're pretty spot on about Ron Paul. He's a pretty decent candidate but as to whether the Americans would trust a Republican remains to be seen. I still say the real difference in opinions really are between the Republicans and Democrats that the little nuances within the party aren't really worth mentioning and it really boils down to who the American public would prefer more-in the case of the Democrats an African American or a lady.

San Francisco. Mum says she wants to go there this year. Was pretty shocked myself really. Cause I've never been able to convince my mum to go to the States. But thats cool. Because I've always ALWAYS wanted to go to California. And if we stopped by New York, that would literally make my day. But not likely. She said she wants to go from San Fran to LA to Las Vegas. Which frankly suits me just fine.

I think it'd be great to live in those cities. The town and the culture and the whole place just being so big. But thats a good 5-6 years away I reckon.

Thats that. Melbourne is boring my brains out. But then again so is KL. At least I'll have a car here. I think I won't be staying here long. Studying here's alright. But working. Not too sure bout that.

Meh. Gonna go to the crapper now. Till then.

Er..home?

So I'm back apparently. From Australia and from UK. In short, London was great. Nay it was utterly awesome. Only downside. No Liverpool, which is all cases was a bit too expensive for my liking to be honest AND I dind't get an "I love London" shirt. *note to self, always ALWAYS follow your own advice....no pun intended Beve...ok yea maybe a little* BUT other than that it was great. I've got a few pics but uploading it on this computer with my shit-uped connection is a very very bad idea.

Anyway, I've been trying to keep up with the news of late and it seems the scandals and blackmails just never seem to stop. If anything, its growing, exponentially, linearly, quadratically, cubicly in the end sorta giving it a whole chaos theory-esque look to the whole situation. I particularly found it amazing when I was in London and the sex scandal between the Health Minister and a certain lady who he 'claimed to know' but 'didn't have sex with' only to later confirm that he did- became news. I mean its one thing to be mentioned in a newspaper let alone a newspaper about 7000 km away from home. It really goes to show that no matter what, sex will ALWAYS sell, and I quote someone who quoted someone who got it off the papers I think "Many people do it, they just don't get caught." How true indeed.

In this day and age I suppose infidelity has become some what of a norm. To think that 10 years ago it was taboo to be talked about openly and to a certain extent it is still but people are more willing to accpet(?) it. I think, its become such an openly talked about issue that we don't really squint anymore when we talk about it. I think I still remember back then when we talked of affairs as a cardinal sin, but now, its been so down played by movies and scadals all portraying such acts of dishonesty that it just passes us by and is just as quickly dismissed. We don't linger round the fact that someone slept with someone else while still commited to someone else, we just, accept it. Its different if your directly affected of course. I can't even begin to imagine the shit one'd go through. But all the same, things ain't the same no more *inserts voice of a soul sister saying "Nu-uh it ain't girl" in background, echoing away*

Anyway I'm back, untill the 30th for those of you who are curious which I am sure are few seeing as no one reads anymore. I don't think anyone really knows I'm back apart from the people who I've already seen which all adds up too.....3 plus Sam plus Wei Lim plus Beve and Steph which is......3+1+1+1+1=..........7. Took quite a while, bit rusty. So call me, tag me, facebook me or something. SAVE ME FROM BOREDOME!!!!!!

Well, thats that, till next time.

PS. I'll post pics when I get back to my super fast and super chunted ADSL2+ with 100mbs connection.

PPS. I'm a uni boy now, or should I say UNI-MAN, sounds like an organism or a subclass of a genere you find in a biologist or a zoologist's log book.

PPPS. Beverly! Can you buy me the "I love London" shirt please!!

PPPPS. I'm looking for Andy Warhol's books specifically on Pop Art, help anyone?

PPPPPS. Nothing really I just thought it was bad luck to end the post with 4 "P's"

I swear people are either falling in 'love' or falling out of 'love'. Its gotta do with the festive season I reckon, and the exams. Meh, for people in the sidelines its just another day.

Besides the mental note, I am bored.

BORED!!!!

Bored, bored, bored, bored. Bored stiff. I've been watching TV. Thats it. I watch TV like 13 hours a day. Serious shit man. In trying to curb my boredom I've reread the HP Deathly Hollows book which was mildly entertaining for a few days. But now I'm bored again. You know, I never really realised how big an impact the book had on us. I mean, before the 7th book, the HP series was really something to look forward too. Not anymore I guess. And the movie's always below par.

Speaking of movies, I watched Elizabeth: The Golden Age the other day. Not too bad. The first installment wasn't too bad and I like Cate Blanchett. I thought she was just so radiant in the movie. It was as if they portrayed her as a flawed goddess. Meh, go watch it if you want to I don't really care now. So stoned.

Back in a week. Till then.



I want this for Zippo lighter for Christmas. And who says you have to smoke to get one eh?

Feeling a bit lightheaded. My cousin had her 19th today. technically its supposed to be on the 18th of December but being partly Chinese, decided its better to celebrate earlier rather than later. Good food and TONNES of booze. Practically free flowing alcohol. I swear my cousin's a bit nuts. She mixed I think 2 bottles of Smirnoff, some Malibu, and some champagne, plus a carton of orange juice and called it a punch. Shit man, I felt it on the first sip. The food was pretty good. My aunt makes the best satay chicken and barbee's man. Other than that it was relatively boring to be honest. Its pretty much like a small ang mo congregation, with food and booze to keep them occupied.

On another note, the London trip has hit a bit of a bump. Basically means I have to fork out some extra cash for my stay in London. Seeing as Beve won't be able to hold me the entire 12 days, I have to crash in a hostel. Which I really don't mind. I figure it'd be pretty cool. Sorta like an adventure. First time I'ma be alone touring in a foreign city. Should be pretty fun. Looking forward to the trip. Not quite sure what to expect while living in a hostel to be honest. I reckon it shouldn't be too bad. Only down side is, its winter, so its pretty cold and it gets dark pretty soon. But its cool.

Results coming out in a couple of days. Definitely not looking forward to that. Shit. Head feels a bit heavy now. Ah well. Bout a week and a half till I go back to KL now and then its straight off to London. Well. Till next time eh..

Shot through the heart

Boredom kills. I've been slowly roting in my new house. Its boring me to shits here I tell you. Thank God for Foxtel. Other than that its alright really the place. I mean, sure, it takes an hour to get to town by tram and it takes half an hour to get to the tram stop. But it could be worse right? Meh, I remember why I hate this place so much again. Honestly, this place is shit. Its not close to anything and far away from everything. I think the day i move to the suburbs on my own account will be the day I get married or something like that. But I suppose I can understand why we'd want to move to the suburbs. Town life has never really catered to mum's pallets. Then again, hate is a bit too much I'd say. I just don't really fancy it. Meh bygones.

Going to London soon. Oh yeah!! XD Its gonna be pretty sweet. Only down side is I suppose Beve's gonna have exams. So I'll be on my own. Which is alright I guess. So currently focusing on the preparations. Sort off. Tonnes of places to see, so little time. Neways thats that from me. My internet is shit now. I miss my super fast ADSL2+ broadband. Stupid house that doesn't have ADSL broadband. Till then.

O physics. The joys of Newton and Lenz.

Shit man!! 3 more to go!! Suck it in bitch and knock 'em dead!!!


Say 'ello to my little friend!