The AznGeek

Posted by wordsmith at July 20th, 2008

by wordsmith

The robotic competition is two days’ away. My fingers need soaking in a bucket of ice after assembling the robot with two other teammates for two hours today. The programming process is proving to be a little too tedious. My team (inclusive of the teacher) are all girls/females. And girls are known for their adeptness in robotic construction and computer programming, are they not? (This is your cue to snort.)
Oh boy.

Forgive me. I needed to kvetch a little.

Posted by psych at June 28th, 2008

Studying.

Song change on Winamp.

Wind It Up by Gwen Stefani.

**Realizes that this is the #@(*$& most annoying thing on the planet**

~They like the way we dance, They like the way we work~

~Get it girl, get it get it girl~

~Wind it uooopp~

Wtf was she thinking.

From Dont speak (might have been the best song of that year ever) to this pile of utter $hiet. Utter pile of useless donkey d**k. Worthless song with worthless lyrics, every second in making her sound more and more stupid.

Stupid blond &(*@&. arrrrrggghhhhh.

She possibly is more of an idiot than Paris Hilton, which says alot.

What we need is for people to kill the people who made her sing those godawful songs as a solo artist. And those f’kin jap doll girls hanging out with her. Whats up with them. Purpose in life? Dress weird and … Don’t Speak. Im the pun king today =p. ok just once. Still thats one more than the usual amount.
JAPGIRLWHAT HTELTKR JASD AScxzcxz.

They all surpass the level of stupidity I associate with the lowest level of what can constitute a human being.
If the human race indeed must fear a weakest link which will bring about regression and the eventual demise of the the species, they probably make up the bulk of it.
Aight. Work Work.

pSyCh

ps-for the record no, i have not been completely isolated from the outside world. I have known about the weird/stupid-nez of aforementioned person for some time. It just made me mad to no end today. That… annoying sounndd ..

Also, the song has been there since forever I guess. Dont know why. Mystery..0o.

Posted by wordsmith at June 12th, 2008

by wordsmith

I cried and cried today because I stubbed my toe. Just kidding. Although, I think I had a reason to. My handphone/mobile phone/cell phone/handset got stolen at school today. I brought it to school because I had to stay back at school a while to construct the robot with my teammates and needed to contact my mother. I don’t usually bring my handphone to school because it is a school violation. I only brought it today for a very valid reason and wasn’t planning on using it until after school hours.

The first two class periods today had been Chemistry and my whole class shuffled to the Chemistry lab. Upon returning back to my seat in class, I discovered that the zip of the compartment on my bag in which I had kept my handphone was open. I peered inside and my handphone was AWOL. I didn’t know why but I wasn’t upset in the least bit. A friend surmised that it was probably my disability of expressing sadness. Anyhow, it’s been said that people who’ve owned handphones for a while find it impossible to function normally without it even for a day. I’ll see if I can.

I have to hand it to the culprit, though. Seriously. Out of all the hundreds of bags in school today, the perpetrator had the dumb luck of culling my bag to rummage through and obtaining more than said criminal bargained for. I hope the culprit has a tough time cracking the pin number on my handphone -which, trust me, isn’t hard at all because I hadn’t changed the extremely easy pin number set by the manufacturer since I received it. I still think the student/thief could’ve done a better job by zipping the compartment completely shut.

This was definitely a case of irony because some students bring their handphones to school daily but no such tragedy has befallen them thus far. Both my parents weren’t mad at all -which was quite a surprise. My mother muttered something about her friend’s kid losing a car, so my situation wasn’t as bad. True. And my father just agreed to terminate my handphone number when I told him to before my handphone number got abused. My brother even knew how to prevent the perpetrator from even using the handphone completely on the condition that I find something that’s probably been recycled by now. Aiyaya.

My only regret is not transferring the pictures on my handphone to my PDA because they are now unretractable. And I need an alarm clock from tomorrow onwards to wake up in time for school. My handphone number is now null and void. I don’t know if I’ll be able to have a new one anytime soon…but I’ll live.

Posted by azngeek at May 18th, 2008

Just a little forward. Dog VS Cat diary ahahhah.

Posted by psych at October 28th, 2007

I’m supposed to be studying. I’m a little (way more than that) behind on stuff. I can’t tho. Feeling slightly nauseated at my surroundings. My room, my walls. Bah, what the hell. Feel very chained. Bored. Wings clipped, separated from things I want to do.  Moodless more like it. Strange feelings. Homesickness? Slightly. Going outside isn’t helping. Eating out doesnt help get rid of the fact that I’ll be eating the less than desirable cafe food for 1 more year at least. Time’s going by pretty fast. Its already been 2 months since I set foot here. The people I see everyday, classmates etc.. it feels like I’ve known them for years. But a piece is missing. I miss her. I can almost turn the feeling on or off. When I’m left to my own thoughts it all comes flooding back. She barely comes up during classes. Which isnt the way it should be.
Donated 450ml of my life essence yesterday. Which could be a reason for how I’m feeling. Asked a friend to take a pic of my orgasmic face while I lay on the bed. Needle induced orgasm =) I even had the sun shining on my head to emphasize the pleasure I was supposed to be feeling.
Gotta study. I just don’t get Anatomy and the need for all the fucking memorization. Wrongly phrased. I know the importance of it. But I dont get the teaching method. Just memorizing the blood supply/lymphatic drainage/nerve supply of region ‘X’ from scratch doesnt feel like learning to me. It’s lacking .. substance. Looking at the cadavers help my image-oriented brain a little but it’s seriously robotic stuff. Gotta get it over with eventually. Exam in two weeks. Just what I needed.

pSyCh

Posted by Morpork at October 12th, 2007

Shocking scene sees such shaming surrounding sapien; Police proposes press “please preserve positive persepective”. Man meekly maintains muteness; mom mustering money meeting mandate.

Posted by azngeek at September 23rd, 2007

Okay people. As I had pinky promised. I’d like to announce the move is complete.

Here’s some pictures of my working corner of my room : > Where the azngeek shit happens.

So this is my room. Where I work. Currently. Where the azngeekiness happens

You see on the left? That’s a can of compressed air. Wanna get high? (CRC air brush) I love my

Oh. Before I forget. Please don’t look up my nose. (Made you look!)

Well. Anywho. An actual update. Uni is still uni. It’s still a bitch.
I’m still stressed.
I still picture myself eating my own face and I still wonder if I did that, would I get that test/assignment/project extension.

I’m a bit more motivated to work. Because I have a nice table and a comfy chair. But i’m still a sloth when it comes to school work

I still tutor maths, physics and chemistry.

People still think I’m a nerd. And they think I’m sorta intelligent.
Even though you can tell I’m so not. Because I’m an evil zoologist. (I have no idea what that means)
I don’t even remember what this rant is about anymore.

Well there you go people. A post. Will write more later tonight when I’m more up to it.

And happy birthday to Peylin. : )

Peace out.
Azngeek

(Ah yes. And things with the - - - - are going a lot better now. Heh. I’m all in. Are you?)

Posted by azngeek at August 19th, 2007

I must be the single most emotionally inept person in the entire multiverse.

I don’t understand things. I can’t accept things. I’m an emotional tree losing my leaves to the cold winter named sanity.

I juggle between uni, life, and a job as a tutor. I would say I’m clinically depressed; but then I’ve never been diagnosed. I’d love to one day shoot myself up with Prozac, and feel a temporary high, maybe feel safe for once. To feel like I don’t need to care, that I don’t need to hold onto so tightly to the railings of those stairs as I climb up clumsily to the peak of what I may become.
I have a student. And after yesterdays lesson. My heart just sank. We had a talk. And to be brutally honest, I’m a selfish fuck. I wouldn’t have wanted to know. I didn’t want to know. But I somehow dove right into it. I somehow let myself be vulnerable. Well. He has Polyfibrous dysplasia. My student is wanting to pursue his A Levels. He’s currently working towards his O-Levels. He’s only been to school for 4 years of his life under the fucked up cards that god dealt him. And in adversity, he’s lived a life with nothing short but admirable courage. And when push comes to shove, he’s been keeping at it. But, yesterday. I was let in.

I can’t imagine the shit he’s been through. Constantly hospitalized from the age of 4. Been moving around from country to country. Seeking medical treatment. From Korea, to the States, to New Zealand. I can’t even begin to relate. To what his parents would have been put through.

The first time I went to his apartment for a tutoring session, his mother opened the door, with that warm welcoming smile etched across her face, I can never forget - how could she not hate Him? How dare He? What gave her the strength to smile? To be thankful?

After yesterdays session. His mother had headed out. And well, I decided to stay. To just talk.

I’ve only been to school for 4 years of my life. That’s pretty screwed up isn’t it?And what right. What fucking right did I have to comfort him. My words to him?

Well. Sometimes. There’s a reason why. You are different. I understand. But different isn’t so bad. You’ve never had the dogma of an institutionalization. That’s why you think so different. You have a different take and perspective on things. That’s why you are special. And I know it’s no consolation. But school wasn’t a walk in the park for me either. I’ve never been very Tharound people. I was never alone. But always lonely. If that makes any sense. I was never really accepted. I was a geeky misfit. They made fun of me, they would hit me just because, steal my things. But at the end of the day. I could retreat to my books. And I always had something to show on report cards. That kept me going. I hated school.

Then he asked me how did I know he thought differently?

I told him. Because he’s never been to school. He’s never been put through the herd mentality, and at this age, he’s become an individual. His mind hasn’t been put through the quashing of a shepherd. He’s been the black sheep who lived in the hills. The king of the hills.

And then. The conversation shifted.

I’ve been suffering all this while. The pain I’ve been through. Sometimes. I wished I were just dead.

What could I say to that?

I told him, it was much easier to die. Than to live. But, think about his parents, think about himself. Where would HIS legacy be. I told him he had much more to live for than to die.

He told me, when he walked, he could feel that people always looked down on him. Their cold eyes, penetrating his heart. Icicles from hell.

I told him, Einstein was different. I idolized Einstein growing up. I still do. I’ve never shared stories of him with anyone. But I told him. How different he was. How he was a German Jewish boy who left for Zurich to escape the norms of Germany. The military. The opression. How Einstein, the brilliant physics theorist that he may have been, had everyone hating him. His teachers, his lecturers told him he’d amount to nothing. He couldn’t even get an academic job for many many years. Mentally endowed, but he was a loner. Because he did not care about what people thought, he was a genius. The written in stone principia 216 of Newton meant nothing to him as he wrote a flurry of his 4 papers which included the Nobel prize winning quanta paper or even the most famous physics paper in history involving relativity in his miracle year. Silly details such as absolute time, or the ether, widely accepted concepts meant nothing to him. And that’s why he was a genius. He was eccentric. He was different. He made himself different. And the funny thing was. These groundbreaking papers, the maths involved could be understood by a high school student in their senior years. He was a brilliant theorist, in a different manner. Einstein in his earlier years was a gifted maths student, but hated the rigidity of maths.

And he somehow could relate. I had no idea. I was just babbling on. Because the silence. Was killing me. I’m selfish. I’m wrong.

Then he smiled. And said “I hate maths too. And I think differently like him as well”

I can’t say that I’m the only one. But sometimes when things get to much. You want to end it all. But here he is. A boy. A man. Who’s been through things. And how can we be so selfish. How can we not smile and laugh for him and live life to the fullest.

Here it is. To a new friend, to an admirable friend of that.

Posted by psych at August 7th, 2007

I love Youtube. Like TV, but better. Well, smaller, and blur, but highly specialized. You watch what YOU want to watch. Whats not to like? This post aint about how the actual site evolved. Just the way spam evolved. I love the spam. I read every single one. Loved it even before Streamyx fixed the fucked up slow streams. Love em more now that I dont have to wait for loading videos. Enjoy:

These were the worst. God. Stupid retards. Most of them actually reposted after they read because they were paranoid moronic kids who ACTUALLY FREAKING BELIEVED IT. Many reposts (by the morons) actually came with warnings beforehand. “DO NOT READ THIS!!!” and so on. Cmon, grow the fuck up. Some advice: Reading a line WILL NOT KILL YOUR MOTHER. There arent any glowing eyed girls coming for you. You wont die unless you repost. The love of your life wont dump you. etc.. Yea, seldom see those anymore. This pics pretty old.. Either tighter comment controls or they just grew up. But you can see how just one ‘chain comment’ can spark off a whole lot of idiotic posting. I blame the original prankster less than I do the people who believe and forward the comments. From this, to:

I checked the site. Its a paysite. Sigh. These come up more now. Along the lines of, youtubes not good for naked girls. go to blah.xxx.xxx.xxx.porn.pr0n.hot.sexy.naked.xxx.com. They should know that people who want porn probably know where to go to get it without random posts like these. Finally:

Yeah, this guy’s captain genius. If only youtube was here when I was playing kings of chaos. The only reason people do this is because, thats right, IDIOTS ACTUALLY DO WHAT THEY READ. God, why, does, the ,world, contain, such, morons. Guess what, You Wont Get A Free Gift.

I seriously dont know whats next. Maybe I should do something along those lines but get people to click on those charity sites that feeds the poor. Oh, what about eventual hacking that enables companies or people to actually Advertise their product or company in pictures? Erm. If you were one of those aforementioned ‘morons’, no offense. Just stop doing it. The best thing you could get out if it is a virus. STD’s suck. Well, the sucking comes first, I think.

pSyCh

Posted by psych at July 25th, 2007

Yeah, minus my Deathly ‘hellos’ comment back a few posts, I was waiting pretty anxiously for this. Anxiously as well as obnoxiously. Er… just anxious. I like the way both words seem interconnected because of those few letter differences. Sweet book. Oh my god. Oh my god. I read nonstop from the moment I got home. On my bed. In my chair. Lying on my floor. I have never ever read something so fast in my life. I forced self control seeing as this was the last book ever. Slow. Well, i finished it by 1am. so thats 11am-1am. around 12 hours i guess notwithstanding the 2 hours that was dinner. Contemplated to go the ‘I’m reading in public but I don’t give a damn just finish eating your food already’ route but I don’t take kindly to being stared at. Mothers might even point and say something like, “Eh.. Sam, ah. See that boy there. Reading Harry Potter la!” and the boy says something like, “Ya la.. I told you I wanted to take the book here!” and she’d reply curtly, “You can’t read while you have dinner. Now finish up.” In the boy’s mind? “KNNB SO UNFAIR. First my Pokemon cards now book also cannot ><”

Aight. No more pretend arguments in my head. They always end up like that. The book was amazing. In between my brow being furrowed concentrating on whats happening in the book, the call of nature, Jeremy’s constant ‘who died. who died’ SMS-es, and my eyes getting slightly strained, I managed to finish it. And It Was Good. I can honestly say that I’ve never felt this way about other HP books. Book four came close. Very nice. It contained enough surprises to keep me reading on despite the read words slushing around in my head. I’m sure I missed a few things but that’s not a problem. Theres always next time.

I managed to stay away from spoilers (yea, completely). The determination it took.. It’s the thing that tells me I can quit drugs anytime I have to. Lmao. If only. Stay Away From Drugs Kids. If You Take Drugs, You Can’t Have Children. Yep. You heard it here first. AZNGEEK. The only source for health advice. Also, smoking shrinks your genitals. Trust me. And sex weakens your immune system. Thats why Old People Die. See the logic in that? Oh, and virgins go to heaven. I do not endorse the whole blow up doll thing. Speaking of blow, Blowing yourself up and killing people WILL NOT GET YOU VIRGINS IN HEAVEN, no matter what you’ve heard. The only way to get virgins in heaven is to be a virgin in real life. Rewards are bountiful. My god Azngeek seriously pervs me up when I chat with him. Dirty thoughts fill my brain. Probably more to do with me than him but I like blaming people for my own weird shortcomings.

The book did not answer everything I wanted it to answer. I don’t need any more closure than she gave tho, it was a great close to a great 7 books. I seriously hope JKRowling doesn’t go to writing infant books or anything cos I will be waiting for her future works. Lucky kids get this while we got Enid Blyton back in the day. Ahh. How I loved reading about pixies and elves. And how good triumphs over evil. And about magic. And stuff. Wait a minute. Sounds familiar… =) Seriously tho, I wouldve loved reading HP in primary school. Damn kids. With their Harry Potters and their mobile phones and their laptops and their plastic surgery..

pSyCh

Posted by psych at July 19th, 2007

Knew from a few days back that some major fucktard from fuckland in the bastard continent in a moron universe had gotten and uploaded three quarters of the seventh Harry Potter book. People who are not into or are only slightly into the books would think “Ah, good. Now I can see who dies without having to go through the whole thing.” Lemme tell you something. IT IS A FRIGGIN BIG DEAL, OK? FRIGGIN BIG. ARGH. It’s leaked. People know who died. The spoiler is appearing randomly on random pages. Like a damn disease. I’m not making a big deal out of nothing. I’m not overly obsessed. But reading the books in order and waiting for the end of the story for the best part of my last 5(?) years is pretty much something I would not like tarnished by some mofo who doesn’t give a damn if Rowling wrote a 5 page book that chronicled the death of everyone in the HP world. This is one of the more proper rants I’ve had in a while. Felt pretty good.

pSyCh

Posted by psych at June 18th, 2007

I’m blogging stark-almost naked. Got a cold/flu thing. Can’t and won’t learn the difference between the two. I swear I read it a few minutes ago. All I know is one’s caused be a virus and the other by a bac. Anyway, a/c is on. Room door locked. Naked. Not completely. My fear of there being a futuristic camera hidden in a soft toy makes me.. yea. slightly self-conscious. That and I hate feeling naked.
Armourless.
Props to nudists. NO PROPS TO FUGLY UNATTRACTIVE NUDISTS. They have rights but so do I and I do not want to see them outside. Or inside.. Blerhhh.
Listening to very chilly music. Just wasting time. Thats what I do when I have a non-fever inducing illness. No more solace in TV. So many new channels but nothing worth my time.

Don’t rush after something not worth your time. Sounds so much more deep than talking about TV channels. Was banging myself on the head for not posting Anything when I have absolutely Nothing else to do. Truth is there is nothing. Got something a few times but by the time I was halfway through it wasnt something I wanted to read anyway. Felt it flow out of my head(hands) like fine sand when you press really hard. Then it was gone. Maybe I shoulda made those half-posts into one ok-post. Barren head empty mind meaningless thoughts a bit of you. I notepaded a rant i had quite some time ago. A very very emo rant. This really doesnt sound like something I’d say when I’m sober. Not that I wasn’t when I typed it. It sounds honest but its mostly exaggerated I think. Hormones. What can you do but wait for em to calm down. Enjoy, for I have no soulsearching to do today.

ARGH. Need to vent something. Don’t think this is gonna be posted tho. If it is, more power to me. haha. ARGHH. How does someone make me feel so fucking good and bad at the same time. Im typing this as i think it out btw so grammatical or spelling errors could come about which i may or may not correct seeing as im not planning on posting in the first place. AKSLDJASLKJDASKLJLKZJCLZXJCKLSAJD. I might just try password-protecting it. But then again why would regular readers wanna read this when Its abslutely not meant to by funny or azngeek-material in the first place. Heck I wouldnt wanna read this. Well I would since everything which lies herein has everything in the world to do with me and the life i am living at the moment. She makes me feel like I can say anything to her. Share everything. We tease each other. I’m not sure if she likes me to the point of actually trying me out again but the things we do are so damn annoyingly more than friendish. The teasing. God. Feels so good. Makes me actually LOL in RL. Makes me so goddamn happy. But I’ve a feeling she doesn’t know she makes me feel this way. She might but I think its natural to feel like she doesn’t. I actually try to be extra adorablish around her coz she seems to like it. The things I say to make her laugh are so not the usual me. The things she says to me. Are like button pushers. They push the right ones. All the time. Looking at her is almost heaven. Melty. Im not too schooled in friend protocol. Well the basics are pretty much there. I just dont know where the line is crossed and if doing what I want to do will screw stuff up. How do I begin to explain what she does to me. Well lets begin with the obvious.. The here and now. -Its almost 12am. I just finished chatting with her(GOD@Q!SDLKAJLK felt good). -Im typing this out in notepad because im not bothered enough to log into azngeek atm. -I spent a pretty long time on this alone. And I might just X it. So tahts alot of time down the drain. Am I doing something wrong? right? I really want someone to tell me what to do. And I want that someones advice to work out great. Im sure many of you feel the same about someone. Some more than others. Now on to why I feel bad? I’ve been to the place with this person. Not that place. Somewhere nearby. Ive been there. And I moved away. Doesnt going back make me an insecure, heartless bastard who only thinks about himself? Worlds foremost emo. Indeed.

Yea just thought some people would like to read that. After all people like reading those confession things in mags and papers. Like how someone slept with her best friends brother and cheated on her boyfriend who is also best friends with her best friends brother. You get the picture.

pSyCh (The one which doesnt know where that ^ came from)

Posted by psych at June 7th, 2007

Damn I’m feeling extremely polarized today. Politically. Human beings do not and can not tolerate impartiality, right? Humans must all live free and equal, right? But if things aren’t equal, do people take it lying down? Do they get used to it? Did early African Americans take it lying down? Well, yes they did. Until that lady stood up for her right to sit where the hell she wanted on that goddamn bus. One fucking bus. A normal day. Made her a hero of sorts. It made sense then. It makes sense now. Chain reaction, anyone?

Things are not that bad, say in an Asian petri dish where equal opportunity does not usually follow the message of unity that is being thoughtlessly drilled into countless minds. Unity. Inhabitants (of the petri dish, microbes and other minute things) live in harmony. Relative freedom. Everything seems to be going on fine. Even though the inhabitants realize that invisible barriers are limiting the choices and moves of a few but yet are acting as stepping stones for different microorganisms. For the sake of the well being of the entire petri dish, these things exist. For what exactly? Is someone going to make a stand eventually? Say enough is fucking enough? Will it make a difference? It’s there, and I don’t see an end to it for a long, long time. The other organisms have all found ways to overcome the invisi-barrier. Took them some work but they’re doing the best they can. Survivors. Most of the organisms actually understand each other’s problems, wants and needs but confrontations arise from time to time. Especially due to the actions and words of the small number of fucktards in the population.
*The writer loves his petri dish very much and realizes that not all of the microbes (and bacteria) can be generalized and classified as simply as stated. He did so for his own convenience. After all he can’t be arsed to do more homework than needed for the post due to it being solely for ranting purposes and realizes that when he wakes up tomorrow he may regret ever posting it due to it being slightly out of context but extremely true. (Every Bloody Word) Yes, he is pissed but he only gets this pissed once in a while. This makes him an extremely suitable life partner as he always feels bad and will buy you something expensive the day after. Don’t push it, and you’ll be fine. All I am saying [We’re back on the petri dish] is that it can just take one small thing to change the course of history as we know it. Imagine if one, tiny, insignificant microorganism just said, “Hmm, I see your point. But I think I deserve it as much as any other one here. More so in fact because I actually worked for it. I’ve lived in this petri dish my whole life. I deserve it.” The issues it is talking about can range from A-Z. Anything he is stopped from doing based on the thoughts and wishes of one group of microorganisms. My DOG I’m like a bloody Ahma talking on and on like this. Like complaining to a neighbor or something. If you read this and feel the way I feel, fine. If you don’t/disagree, thats fine too. It’s not like either one of us can do anything about it anyway.

God this reminds me so much of Averdims bunny post which was awesome [by the way]. The link to his site is on right. My college life is over. Graduation here I come.

New techno-ey shit ive been listening to. Pretty nice. “Vampires Are Alive” some Swiss DJ. Go checketh it out. Not sure how old or if its already in clubs. But seeing as how late Euro stuff gets here (the arrival of the numa numa song 50billion years after it was released had me LMFAO for a long time) I doubt it.

pSyCh

Posted by Morpork at June 5th, 2007

Ever since the exam period reared its ugly head, all I’ve had for meals are cheese, UHT preserved milk, eggs, instant 3-in-1 tea, biscuits and on one occasion, instant noodles. I might as well be out sailing the seas, eating food like this everyday. Come to think about it, I live about 1 km from the sea but I haven’t seen it for about 8 months.

Not bad material for a metaphor I guess. Exam is an island and getting there is a constant ride against the tide. And the nearer it gets, the more reef to grind your teeth. I wonder what is waiting at our port of call, somewhere beyond that great sea wall? Okay, that is starting to get cheesy and repetitive. If I wreck my ship, please collect me from DJ’s locker, ok?

Posted by azngeek at June 3rd, 2007

Winters been getting to me. Bah. Been wanting to go for a run for ages, but the weather has just been a peach, and has kept me in the crevices of a sullen unlively structure, I call home. Okay. Maybe My home ain’t so bad. But being cooped up. All day. It is kililng me. And the fact that I’m getting 1.45261 times unfitter by the day. I’m in trouble. Before you know it. I’ll be that fat fat blob. You used to know as. -> MeMeh. Anyways. I managed to get out at 4pm, for a run, then it rained, half way, when i was about 2 ks away from home. So yea. Random ideas seem to hit me in the cold rain. I’m not sure whether it’s because in the cold, there’s a rush of blood to the head, to keep myself conscious, keeping enough oxygen in the head region. Or it could be because all those veins are shrinking constricting the movement of blood to the brain causing the development of half-arsed ideas.

But yea it hit me. You know what. Curves. Roundess. It’s all sexually appealing to people at least. I never realised it. But think about it. It makes sense. Lots of sense.

Well lets just consider, the circle, the sphere. It’s possibly one of the strongest structures ever, the internal forces of a circle or sphere. Tick. That’s proof one of the natural reasons why us as people love them curves.

Secondly, if you think about it. All them sexual things. Are curvy. And round. Don’t believe me?

The female bust. Them breasties. They’z round. Not square. Not any form of polygon. That’s not the only thing. The male reproductive organs? Round. Not a polygon either. And when I say male reproductive organs, I mean both the cylindrical bit and those egg shape thingamajigs. And moving on to fetishes? Damn. Feet fetishes? That’s round as well. Those bubble toes that disgusting old men love? Round. Round. Round. And if you think about it a bit more. All em’ sexual toys. Usually are ROUND and have curves as well. You don’t get star shaped dildoes do you (Or do you. This is a rant and is meant to be non-educational, and is also known in some sever cases to cause temporary blindness and a reduction in the intelligence quotient). Talking a bit more about the female anatomy. Guys don’t go. “Damn she’s fine. Check out how flat she is. She’d fit perfectly in the corner in my room. Like a cupboard or something.” I think it’d be more along the lines of “Damn. Check out those curves.” (for a more obscene and less intelligible line used by one of the biggest fuck nuts i’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting some horny disgusting bastard from high school that I despise with a passion only athena and aries can harbor for each other –> I’m aries of course. He’s athena. Without the brains. And he’s not a female. Sort of. Or maybe he could be a crosser. I have no idea. “Wah lau. Like. Coca cola bottle *shows unintelligible hand gestures trying to draw a coca cola bottle in mid air*) I’m a bitter person sometimes.)

EDIT: I forgot to mention chubby sex as well roffelmayo

So you see where I’m heading at? Well. I’m just moving towards the greatest marketing get rich scheme ever it’s been patented by me pay me lots and lots of money now kay thanks bye. You see. Animals. Mammals. Humans. We are all. All essentially sexual beings. That’s the most primal urge. To reproduce. Why not use this to our advantage. A marketing tool. Centralize. Everything. Make everything round. Advertisements. Should involve round. Fat people. Like me. Then things sell.

All things technological should be round. TVs, should be rectangular blocks, they should be round panels.

source: ebay.com

They should be like this. But rounder. More curvey. Then they become sexual. Then they sell. Like. Urm. Prostitutes sell their service in Thailand. Like what some random dude once told me. In Thailand the main export is to “Jual buntut (sell ass) and maybe a bit of boobs as well” So yea. You don’t hear people saying. Jual flat and sexy stomaches. Note: Jual = sell in Malay. So I’ve proven how powerful a sexual and marketing tool being round is.

And because I said everything was round. And how everything is primarily sexual. Check this proof out.

Check out this dow jones chart. Stolen from some finance.google.com. For those who don’t know what the dow jones is, it’s basically an index that has a multitude of leading stocks in it’s arsenal which reflects how the industry is doing basically. So yea. Look if I take that graph. And superimpose it with another graph from 299.54 days back. And then let it undergo some insane mathematical theorem. You can see.

Using some high level calculus proofs. There’s a circle. Because. It’s sexual. And everything revolves around circles. Because I repeat. It’s sexual. So technically. I’ve figured out the meaning of life now. And I can predict world markets with this sexually enlightening discovery. So. Who wants to be my friend?I think you people will be happy to know I still can rant like I’m high on something.

-Whatever he’s on. I want 2!- Some stoner