Merry Christmas!

It would be inappropriate of me to not wish my empty webspace a very merry christmas and a jolly happy new year.

Think good thoughts, rest well and stuff that face of yours while the food is free. lol.

Till the new year, all the best. :)

Blood and Water

They say you cant choose your family, but to thank God you can choose your friends. I think thats a very wise saying.

They say that blood is thicker than water. Some wise guy came up with a deep meaning about that which is really quite debatable in this age and day.

I say, families....theyre fun for a day. You go out, have some prawns and chat over chips. But that should be it. Anything more than that equals to complete and utter annoyance.....rampaging resentment and the usual withdrawal that comes with it.

I actuallly think its healthier to live away from certain members of your family, because apparently they live to tear down all that you have built in order to maintain that superficial superiority over you.

......i should place a string of very rude words here....... -.-

Reduction Correlation...

Reduction in internet speed leads to reduction in sleep.
Reduction in sleep leads to reduction in mental alertness.
Reduction in mental alertness leads to reduction in awareness of the surroundings.
Reduction in awareness of surroundings leads to reduction in blood volume.
Reduction in blood volume leads to reduction of living years, ie death.

Thus you see how dangerous primitive technology is.

Stupid dial-up . . . . !@#$%^&*()!!!!!

Just another one of those great moments when you chew your fingers to stubs and you dont feel like doing anything in particular.......

Princess Mononoke...

I learnt how to play the theme song for Miyazaki's Princess Mononoke. I tell you... its such a beautiful song. We practised it for the first time in a band last night, and there was piano, violin, viola, cello, drums, accoustic and electric guitar. It sounded sooo nice. And we practised in this old church, so the accoustics was amazing.

Last night I kept playing it till the wee hours of the morning and I reached a stage where the line between conciousness and unconciousness blurred.... and while playing it I imagined blue butterflies dancing amidst waterfall mist and a sun-speckled forest floor. It was a beautiful state to be in. I didn't want to go, and I stubbornly kept going on till I got it wrong too many times to be happy. So I went to bed.

But I tell you, that is a most beautiful song, and that is a most wonderful state to be in. The land of eternal peace, the land where fairies exist. I want to go back there tonight.

Matrix Revolutions

I finally watched the Matrix Revolutions yesterday. It wasnt too bad. Lots of heart-string tugging moments, what with love being the true hero of the movie and all. I must say though that the ending was abit unsatisfying. I will go no further in respect of the people who have not watched it..... but I will keep my thoughts for another week or so.

The Importance Of Being....

I was talking to my sister yesterday and she said that I've become a nerd. That I was not fun anymore. I got the impression that perhaps I had become too grave. This is because I've always had a certain level of pride in education and my knowledge in science, which certainly would not have increased tremendously from when I last talked to her. I asked her what it was to be fun. She said acting like a 14-year-old.

I didnt like being 14....it was a hard year for me. I grew alot in that year.

I then told her maybe I've grown. And I thought....how horrible. One thing I've noticed about adults is their lack of ability to find anything other than themselves important. Children regard everything as potentially important. The worm in the ground, their favourite soft toy, the reasons to everything they see and dont see. Adult importances revolve around less arbritrary substances, and they always put the importance of being an adult before the importance of anything else. As for children, it is usually the other way around.

I cannot quite grasp the essence of the difference in importances, however I tether bewteen the likelihood of both ends and I fear that I am creeping towards the one which I for so long longed and yet disliked.

This is a rather worrying moment for me. When you are a child, adulthood is but an arm's reach away. But once you become an adult, you will never become a child again. Senility does not count, by the way. I must preserve the child in me lest I forget. I will be terribly sad if that day ever came, when the child in me crawls out in mournful disgust at how viscous my soul had become because of adult importances. It will flee, and my chambers will never again resonate with it's laughter.