Yay, I'm on blog diarrhoea mood these days, judging from the truckload of mental garbage I've thrown here. gRr...reason why I'm here is to complain. Of course this was meant to be a place to rant and stamp my feet, and very possibly, step on some ants, or throttle your toes. Oh well..anyways, dont' ever buy those tall tales of HOW TO GET A NICE TONED BUTT, or anything along the likes of it. Its really untrue. I saw this article on how to get a pert butt in 7 days, ya that kind **points finger to throat**. So apparantly you have to squat in varying positions, and guess what? Not only do I not have a pert behind, I end up getting very pert-urbed. I guess those squats only makes your butt crack, literally crack. Oh well, frivolous talk is good, anal thoughts are gold. I'm sick of all those melancholy. Sure, I do get them from time to time, but I suppose its better to exercise some discretion as to what to say, and what to internalize. Dwell too much on it, and you may very well think yourself to melancholy land, where everyone has that gorgeous face of a goth-looking witch. Really, by making a conscious effort, you can in fact keep your mood uppity and bouyant. Better than go sink your own mood ala titanic style right? Yes. Gee..I shall stop launching into some semblance of a rhetoric. So I'm better off shooting my mouth off. Just to take life sort of in a tongue-in-cheek manner. As in my tongue in my own cheek. duh~! Exams are a God-send to those with crazy intellect or those with superb mugging skills. I feel that they probably wait with eager expectancy when results are out, by the mere fact that they do know that there are good stuff awaiting them. Re-sult..simply makes me re-sulk..all over and over again. Anyways, I find exam venues extremely stifling and it gives me a claustrophobic feeling. It's very warped. How a few hundred people are in a room, physically together, but every individual is mentally away and lost in their own world. Of which, come to think of it, is just like a snapshot of the stark reality of relationships. Physical presence, mental absence. Anyways, I've got this very peculiar friendship with a friend, whom I mentioned a few days ago. I wouldn't say its damn fantastic, nor would I say its trashed. Its weird because I don't see where she's coming from, cant put a finger down as to what kind of person she is, her intentions for that matter. I do have my misgivings about certain things, and really, past experiences seem to tell me the same thing, not to jump to the far end of the pool before you know how deep it is. But ya, do agree that it is always unfair to assume. Oh well, shall try to place some of those misguided thoughts somewhere. So i cant emphasize any more how much I treasure friendships without the facades. Full (mental) monty. Nice..**evil smirk** Now what were you thinking huh? tell me...~! On second thoughts, keep it to yourself. =)