Exam time is for blogging.

Word.

When music makes me so happy.

I woke up this morning and...

realized it was Christmas Eve. So much for lost time eh.

Guys who like girls, who like guys, who like SNSD.

Hey, don't judge me.

No woman, no cry.

Freedom.

Freedom cannot be bestowed — it must be achieved.
-Elbert Hubbard.

DUKBOKKI!!!

Fuck yes.

What he said...

There is only one inborn error[in humans], and that is the notion that we exist in order to be haapy... - Arthur Schopenhauer-

Dear blog,

Oh how I've neglected thee.

Death accompanies a birthday. The ironies in life...

To Shobaan

The world will never know what a great, mother-chucking gynecologist you would've been.
Rest in peace my brother.

Oceanchild, calls me...

Ah The Beatles. During the last 6 days, I've had 6 Beatles song stuck in my head. Joy. At least it's good music eh. Beats having to listen to Umbrella-ella-ella-ella.

Murakami = Gold

Word....

So fucking bored......

Right. So apparently my blog's a bit emo. Now personally I don't quite like the word emo. What does it mean? What would one mean when one labels a person emo? I have a vague idea of what people consider emo to be, but honestly how the fuck is that considered emo? A person who condones killing himself constantly but doesn't do it but talks a lot about it anyway=emo? Or is it a person who doesn't like to mingle? I mean I don't know. There goes my vague idea about emo. There's no real definition is there. In fact, there's no logically cognitive way in which one can adress the situation of being called emo. Simply because the term itself is contradictory. I mean the semantics of the term is debatable at best. And emo music. Don't get me started.

So having said that. I've got one more exam. If that's remotely informative to you, dear valued reader. Probability. Come on Poisson process!

Also, apparently actuaries are very good at crossword puzzles. They say it's because actuaries have a high degree of memory retention and cognitive ability or something like that. Interesting.

Honestly, I've got nothing to blog about. Suffice to say, I'm killing time.

Times up. That was enjoyable. Slaying time! Binomial random variables rock!

How many people do you know whom you consider a real friend? Not so much the slightly superficial and materialistic notion of a friend i.e. someone who lends you their assignments/homework or a person who can get you into a club at half the price. The more deeply rooted kind, a person who knows you inside out, emotionally tuned into your frequency I suppose would be a good phrase. The question in retrospect could've been phrased slightly better, but I think you know what I mean. I suppose one could argue that a true measure of a friend encompasses the sharing of notes/assignments and then some. That would be a fair testament. Ah fuck it. Too many variables to think about.

Anywho, that was just a passing note. Something a person does when it's late at night with nothing to do.

What's the deal with God?

Seriously.

Right. Blog.

Personally I think this blog is a waste of space in cyberspace, but then again cyberspace is infinite in nature to begin with; so in a sense there can essentially be no waste in cyberspace. Such is the nature of cyberspace I suppose.

Having said that, I have nothing to blog about. Suffice to say, I don't get out that much.

One question. Why the FUCK do people insist on doing the pointlessly stupid meme on Facebook. The "How well do you know me" shit. It's a pandemic. A bloody pandemic I tell you. It's spreading faster than e. coli on a toilet bowl covered with shit. If you need a test to tell you how well you know another person than you are very much fucked indeed. Worst part is they keep coming up with new versions of the test. NEW VERSIONS!! One's not enough? How desperate can one get? And genius Facebook doesn't let me filter this shit. Thumbs up, Zuckerberg! You'd think after FIVE or so versions you'd at least allow this kinda shit. But NO! Fucking geniuses said, "Hey, let's not let them filter shit out so it annoys the living shit outta the people using Facebook so that we can change the layout again and annoy the living shit outta them again!" Brilliant!

I get that it's fun, although I can't conceivably conceive how doing a test on another person is fun, but seriously, versions of the same fucking test? VERSIONS? It's like asking you to name the colours of the rainbow in different orders. What's the point? It's still a bloody rainbow.

It's the mob effect I tell you. It's like that vampire thing game shit that went round last time.

Anywho. Angels and Demons. I'd recomend. It's not brilliant, but it sure as hell ain't bad. I think it's better than the Da Vinci Code. Tom Hanks still rules. Prob time. Out.

It's an odd feeling when someone dies. From a third person's POV I mean. Like those random deaths you hear of super stars, or when you flick through the obituary section of the newspaper. It's a bit weird isn't it. It's like the world stops for just a bit. Not long enough to cause a fuss, but short enough. It's like a winter's breeze on a midsummer's night, or a summer's breeze on a winter's day. It's not pleasent, but it's not rude. We know the propensity is there. The certainty of death breeds the uncertainty of life. But what is supposedly a vulgar necessity of life is shrugged off as a subtlety at that instant. And it's not sad. Not particularly. It's more pity. We think about who the deceased was when he was alive. What they did. Were they law abiding citizens. Was he a prick. How's the family coping. Was it expected. Did he have a religion. Did he really believe in God. Did he do what he wanted too.

Then it leaves us. We read the next page of the papers. Or some headline on the global financial crisis attracts our attention.

I find that aspect of death intriguing. It's a lingering feeling. It disappears conciously, but it stays. Subconciously, you're thinking about old people, they're kids, are they happy, are they alone. But I'm awed sometimes at the simplicity of it. It takes a woman 9 months to conceive. Years to become who you are. And gone in an instant. That's one heck of a process, dying.

But ultimately, we move on. C'est la vie. C'est la guerre.

All righty. Are we ready for a new post?

"Yeah!"

Can I get an 'Amen'?

"Amen!"

I said CAN I GET AN 'AMEN'?

"AMEN!!"

Peace.

That's what goes on in my head. Right. So what's been happening. I've been sick. As sick as one can get without having to skip Uni. In other words not really that sick. More uncomfortable.

So what to blog about. Noodle time....

I got nothing. Seriously. I mean, unless you'd be interested in random variables and Poisson distributions I highly doubt you'd want to hear what I have to say. Although, Far from the Maddening Crowd by Thomas Hardy. Good stuff. I like. I think we should stop comparing which book is better Beve. They're all pretty good books. I mean, we did manage to read through it eh. I just prefer Wuthering Heights to Little Women. What can I say.

Enough said. I've got to get back to my studying. Me falling sick and all didn't do me any good I can assure you. I'll come up with a proper post soon. Probably this weekend or so.

So long amigos.