You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, or car? (Or something else entirely — bike? Hot air balloon?)
I’d like to do that on horseback. I am attracted to horseback riding everytime I see it (which is in movies like Gladiator and Prince of Persia: The Sands Of Time). I wish I could do it too- perhaps somewhere in Africa or in Yemen or some place like that where it wouldn’t look altogether insane and out of place. Another reason why I’d like to do that is because I want to experience how it must have felt like to live that way; how that life influences you: physically and spiritually.
Do you belong in this day and age? Do you feel comfortable being a citizen of the 21st-century? If you do, explain why — and if you don’t, when in human history would you rather be?
Hell yes I feel like a 21st century citizen and I’m comfortable being that. If I have been born in this time I sure as hell belong here and I’m happy with the Decree, no matter how hard it is for me.
Snobs who think that I don’t belong here ’cause I am not capable of being ‘modern’, where ‘modern’ implies that I be so caught up in useless shit that the media advertises that I don’t know any better are the ones who should go back to primeval times whenever and wherever in history men were supposed to live as mindless cattle.
Is there anything that doesn’t fit my blog??? I don’t think so. I go on and write whatever I feel like writing. Perhaps I haven’t grown up enough to write exclusively on one subject. It must need a lot of knowledge to do that.
Or is it even possible to write exclusively on one subject??? Oh well of course. . .it maybe if the blog is all about cooking and recipes, or sewing, or travelling, but all of it requires experience I guess; and since I have just come out of college, I wonder if it’s possible for me to do that. Maybe I could write a blog exclusively on what I do after college. But unless I throw my privacy to the winds, I’ll have little to write. Well, I don’t think I’d be able to write exclusively on one topic, unless there are facts not thoughts to be written. So for now. . .no misfit post on my blog I guess.
It’s pretty hard for me to choose just one word to be banned from general usage. There are so many that I’d like to ban.
There are all the words related to meaningless social customs,
and all the words used to lecture us about caring about our reputation at the expense of truth (you’ll get to hear those all the time here in South Asia at least),
and then there are the words used by rich arrogant people to show that they are so much better (another proof of their lack of brains),
and there are words used by American (or in fact any other) media to justify any nonsense America (or whatever country it belongs to) does,
and then there is the f-word and all its derivatives.
But most of all I’d like to ban the word ‘whatever’. It’s amazing how so much arrogance and apathy can be contained in an eight-letter word. You have all sorts of insignificant teenagers belittling your serious talk with that word. You have all sorts of fat good-for-nothing rich people throwing that word at you. You have apathetic frivolous people using that word when confronted with any serious situation that affects others. Hence the word should be banned.
Moment of kindness you say? . . .Let me think about it. . .umm. . .well it wasn’t just a moment . . .it was years. And the kindness was nothing but the smiling face of my little cousins and their playing with me . . .It was back in that bad time of my life when I felt as if I’d been cursed. First it was the constant nagging at home, then came health problems, then . . .well there is more but I’m not complaining anymore. All I know is that I don’t know how I could have survived it if it weren’t for them being around me. There’s something so good about being around kids: looking at an innocent face in a world full of lies and deceit.
I remember sitting alone at the steps because noone wanted me around and watching that cute little face show up asking me to play. And I didn’t have to worry about being alone ’cause they’d be there with me.
And one day they’re all gonna grow up and I don’t know if we’re gonna be as close. But I hope that they don’t resent me or hate me. . .’cause I’m gonna love them.
I’m 24 . . .not in my mother’s mind apparently.
I can’t do it right now. . .oh wait there are no reasons left concerning me. My exam is done and I have somewhere else to go.
So, why am I still sitting here and wondering how to escape going back to the one-horse town that almost destroyed my life? Well, obviously for selfless reasons. ‘Cause I don’t want to be the one who leaves behind fellow-sufferers. ‘Cause I don’t want to have a peaceful time while someone else doesn’t.
The story of Gordon Ramsay’s struggle uphill to . . .fame and money.
I was browsing through the library shelves one day, determined to read something besides Kuby’s Immunology or Strachan and Read’s Human Molecular Genetics or Nature or any of the like. But every book I picked up to read seemed to be so slow-paced or uninteresting or uninspiring till I picked this one up. . . Gordon Ramsay didn’t plan on boring anyone with too much unnecessary information or too formal a language. It’s concise and real ( I hate fiction. . .what’s the point of reading it?????).
And yeah, I’d recommend it to others. But word of caution: He swears way too much throughout the book (yeah, we’re talking about the f-word here).