Random thought of the week:

So, Powerpuff girls. Bubbles can speak to the animals, right? So what happens if one day she should come across animals having sex, and hear them in the throes of pasison? Like "Oh yeah, baby, oh YES, harder." What would become of Bubbles then?

Good times.

None in particular stick out in my memory, but I know this much: it's a wonderful place, the world, and a wonderful time, my life.

And even though I've got a Bolivian army saying otherwise, I don't care. I am stubborn and I will not be mislead into thinking anything less of the wonders that God has blessed me with. So there.

P.S. I love you! (heart)

Profound insight...

Lately it feels like there are too many pictures and colours in my life, and not enough words. *writes*

Last Wednesday, Khayra and I went to internet city for lunch. While walking along the man-made brooks and streams, I spotted an eyesore: a phone recharge card, blindingly white, tossed in the water. Being the good samaritan I am, I stepped into the stream thingy and took it out. Then I proceeded to hug a tree. Less than 5 meters away, I spotted yet another eyesore: a discarded white plastic cup. I had to wade in the water to get that one out. And I made sure to hug another tree.

Khayra thinks that is the oddest thing I've ever done.

Poor clueless thing.

The only thing I could honestly say I hate about my classes is the fact that I'm doing a whole portfolio of self-portraits for Freehand. That's a series of seven portraits, all of me. I could think of a better subject or a more willing model.

Not that I can't look at myself.

But staring in the mirror, then putting down on paper every line, every smudge, every detail I pretend not to see?

I'd rather not.

This is officially my favourite song off this album.

I'm aproaching a small time company that sponsors unpublished writers.

I wonder what'll become of that.

my turn!

I'm obsessing over mangas lately. In the past three days I've read both volumes of "Onegai Teacher", one volume of "Death, at Death's Door", one volume of "Genshiken" and two volumes of "GTO, Great Teacher Onizuka". I have also had a Bleach marathon, where I spent the majority of the day in my PJ's and watched eight episodes of Bleach, back to back. Not that Nareen (my roommate), Yasmeen, Tasim and Rodell didn't try to lure me out with invites to malls and Hard Rock.

But I just got my priorities straight.

A pointless post - Orientation Part 2
I jumped in the pool with Hisham, Sean, McGrady and Tasim. By the time I talked Talha into burning "Switch" (by Will Smith) on a CD for me so that the DJ could play it, most of the people were already gone. Better late than never, I suppose.

The End.

One of my greatest fears is finding that I am ordinary. I am utterly dull to look at. My clothes make no bold fashion statements. My hair is nothing spectacular. My face, like the rest of me, is above average but hardly the best.

I am above average at a lot of things, too. I'm above average at math, at science, at English, at art, at mechanics, at cooking... but I am not the best at anything.

I know my personality is trying to compensate the short-comings of my physique, which may explain why I'm such an extrovert. If I don't open my mouth, if I just shut up and stand there, I am utterly unremarkable.

And that is why some people will forget my face before they forget that thing I said to that guy when they were also there.

My skin is not my distinguishing feature.

So I don't even bother to try being the best.

So what's the deal with headboards?
I mean, in all honesty. What is the purpose of your bed having a headboard? Does it hold the bed up, does it serve as a bruiser for sex, what does it do, what's the purpose of its existence?

I proposed the possibility of the headboard's existence could be attributed to differentiating between the head of the bed and the foot of the bed.

Although in all honesty, it is the onl difference between the head of the bed and the foot of the bed.

So why is it there?

I met a freshmen in my BasicP2D class, who is also in my Freehand class, and she and I have bonded over our mutual love of Salad Fingers. I missed being able to walk around going "I like it when the red water comes out". Hoo-hah!