Horrible...

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ' Im just looking for a friend' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.

The effect of music on me

There's something funny about the effect of music on me. If I get addicted to a tune, REALLY addicted to it, I forget about everything else. It's like having a crush: there's you, there's the song, and no other song can fill your need for listening to music like that one does.

Like many strong crushes I've had, also, the song is forgotten after a while. Few of them are songs for keeping, I suppose. Less of them are songs I'd actually love. This is a metaphor for my pattern of relationships, oh God. How predictive I am. Or, well, how predictive we all are. Let's see.
There's that first sign of attraction we've all felt for so many songs. That song has something that gets your attention, it sticks in your head, you've noticed something special about it. You find yourself thinking about that song a lot, and, well, if you're a little sick like me, obsessing over it.

Then, there's the actually going out, and you'll find out if that song has what it takes for you to actually date it. Then, comes trust: does that song really mean something for you? You'll find that it has flaws and not just qualities, you'll see that sometimes it can make you cry like it's the end of the world. And then, even when you go through this same process with other songs, you'll find yourself going back to that few special ones. They're your keepers. They are the ones that can make you feel so good about yourself - even if, sometimes, they make you think about all the bad things in your life and how everything is not ok. Or, if that doesn't happen, you'll soon get tired of the song, find out that you were only interested in it superficially and move on to the next song. Circle of life, people.

But, yes, I'm feeling a little optimistic today about love and songs. I can be single, but my "songs for a lifetime" are my friends. They're my keepers.

Anyhow, speaking of songs, I've got a new one coming back to my head. I know it for a while, but just now it's really getting to me.



Listening To: OCEAN DEEP by Cliff Richard meet my current crush. Who knows, it could be a keeper O_o

10 Reasons you should date an Engineer O_o

10. The world does revolve around
us... we choose the coordinate system.

9. No "couple" enjoy a
better "moment".

8. We know how to handle stress and
strain in a relationship.

7. We have significant figures.

6. We understand the motion of rigid
bodies.

5. Projectile motion: Do we need to
say more?

4. Engineers do it to specification.

3. According to Newton, if two bodies
interact, their forces are equal and
opposite.

2. We know it's not the length of the
vector that counts, but how you apply
the force.

1. WE KNOW THE RIGHT HAND RULE!


grab from fanthagiro

everyhting happenz 4 a reason...

Sometimes people come into your life
and you know right away that they were
meant to be there…to serve some sort
of purpose, teach you a lesson or help
figure out who you are or who you want
to become. You never know who these
people may be but you lock eyes with
them, you know that very moment that
they will affect your life in some
profound way.

History Mystery

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.
John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.
Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.
Both Presidents were shot in the head

Now it gets really weird.

Lincoln 's secretary was named Kennedy..
Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln .

Both were assassinated by Southerners.
Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln , was born in 1808.
Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln , was born in 1839.
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names.
Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

Now hang on to your seat.

Lincoln was shot at the theater named 'Ford.'
Kennedy was shot in a car called ' Lincoln ' made by 'Ford.'

Lincoln was shot in a theater and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse.
Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theater.

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.

And here's the kicker...

A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe , Maryland
A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.

Creepy huh?

Ultimate Evil lol

Now I declared to the world that my math book was the ultimate evil because of its absurd thickness. Well, guess what, it’s not only evil on the outside, it’s also evil on the inside!

I hate not knowing what to do and how to do things since it makes me feel stupid, which is why I probably hate Math. Ever since, I never got along with this thing called Math. It’s like that kid at school that no matter how hard I try to be friends with, it doesn’t work.

Oh and there’s its buddy, Structure. Words cannot eloquently explain on how much I hate this friend of Math’s. Why can’t we just write out the solution to save space, paper and time?

I miss those days where I just ask my parents on how to do things and they’d know and explain it to me. These days, I’m on my own lonesome self braving the dangerous waters which is Math.

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There are times I do wish I could turn back time .. But I guess I have to stop thinking too much somehow. Too much things on the mind isn't very healthy either...