The AznGeek

Posted by azngeek at March 24th, 2008

I believe many a times we do not realize that our parents were once our age. They once had a concoction of hormones coursing through their veins propelling them to idiotic heights. Much like at this point in time in my life. I blame hormones for every stupid thing I’ve ever done to date (quite brilliant isn’t it?).

But getting back onto point. Being young at heart. I was in the car with my dad just today. And there was a BMW 328 being utterly moronic. And then there goes my dad, changing lanes and planting it. Unexpected. Yes. He concluded the little encounter with a whisper under his breath, “You’ve got nothing on me mate.”

And there I was sitting. Awestruck. My dad, the boy racer.

Will wonders never cease.

Signing off,

Azngeek

Posted by wordsmith at March 20th, 2008

(by wordsmith)

…don’t count sheep.

I had been lacking sleep for the past several days (old news) and really wanted to get a good night’s sleep last night -but to no avail. I tried counting sheep before I stopped at the 6th sheep. Why? Well, for one, I have a bad imagination. I doubt those were sheep jumping over the fence. And I doubt it was a fence in the first place. Moreover, I was getting more awake by the sheep.

In the end, what I did was allow my mind to painfully wander to the #1 (in my opinion) sleep-inducing subject of all time: History. Then, snap! I was off to slumber land.

Who ever said History was of no use?

OK -me, that’s who.

Posted by azngeek at March 17th, 2008

I just recieved a comment from my older site, www.azngeek.wordpress.com for the article on appearing smart.

And it just dawned on me. It’s just getting harder and harder to write. Back when life seemed to be in the shitters and I was a whole lot more cynical of the world (though it’s highly up for debate whether I’m any less), ideas just sprang out on to my fingertips onto the keyboard. Some would say writing with reckless abandonment. I did not consider what I had to say. I just wrote.

Now, things are just getting along famously. I’ve got a good routine going on, I have a nice balance. I’m right now at a transitional center. I’ve found comfort, and no longer find much inspiration to write. I don’t spend time thinking of amusing little ideas that might excite the dwindling number of readers. I write amusing things when I do think of it now, which does happen occasionally but a lot of the times when I’m not conveniently located to my keyboard. Though I think I’d like to write more; I love writing. Bleh. O well.

Signing off,

Azngeek

Posted by psych at March 15th, 2008

Pic post. Just what I’ve been up to for the past two weeks. Memorizing every agonizing detail about every single tooth. Differentiate them and know every single possible abnormality that could occur. I can already feel my sweaty palms handling the real stuff during the test. W00t.

The fake ones I have with me are too expensive for their own good. Who on earth makes teeth replicas and figured they could actually charge people for them. Well they’re kinda pretty and theyre rentals so it balances out. Unless I lose a bloody tooth…

Have a nice weekend,

pSyCh

**2 posts in a week by me =p. Beat that, people**

Posted by psych at March 11th, 2008

Well its been a while. Time and practically everything involving it seems to be crawling at a snails pace. And there’s no possible way of increasing the pace no matter what I spend time doing or not doing. My horizons are filled with endless greenery which can take it’s toll after a million (give or take) gazes. Times are fine. I have fun when its time to have fun. I cram my head with fun and interesting (no hint of sarcasm) (seriosly) facts for exams. Campus life could be more than it is but I’m not complaining. Give me anything that superseeds my expectations and I will succumb to that overwhelming desire to cuddle with you. How does that work again? Bah. Feels extemely empty sometimes but feels overflowing every other time.

Random questions popping up. How the hell did I end up here? How the hell do any of us end up where we are? So many choices, so many decisions and I am where I am living how I’m living due to those choices. Is everything really as random as I deem it? I used to relish the freedom I supposedly had but I get the sinking feeling like we were all meant to do exactly this and nothing else, and even if you somehow get off your life-train and do something else, you’ll eventually catch the next one without a moments pause, all the time in awe at the randomness and almost infinte possibilites that can carry your life in so many different directions. New friends, old friends, new places.. etc etc with the old feeling so familiar and comforting.
I’ve actually become more religious since I’ve lived on my own. Something secure and comforting about religion and all the awesomeness that comes with it. Not that Ive become quote religious unquote but just more so. Im actually praying/talking to myself (and that other infinite being that I’m sure is out there) more than I ever have. Maybe its psychologically conditioning my mind to believe that what I know is absolutely what I think it is without ever doubting that our lives are spent being unique and so blissfully ignorant all the time without meaning to be. Maybe its the Brooke Fraser songs I have on repeat. Lmao. Guess its the latter. ]

Randomness is the ultimate test of your freedom. Is randomness truly free from external influences? Dunno, dont really care. Imo random should be and remain.. random.

My apologies for the emo rant. Hope it didnt take up too much of your time. And people at azngeek should really start posting stuff. for shame ><

pSyCh