The Wakeup Call

Dinesh says:
how's exams?
tharish-tripping-trips-tripped says:
exams have sucked majorly so far
Dinesh says:
ah.
Dinesh says:
exams sucked? or you sucked at exams?
there is a difference. LOL.

Can anybody say OUCH?

Point taken. Going offline now. Gonna try, try to study.

Wish me luck, and don't hesitate to lecture me on my laziness anytime between now and the 8th of May.

Please Tick Where Applicable, Thank You.

Would it be highly hypocritical if someone who loathes being streotyped is the same person who falls back into the same disgusting habit when it comes to other people he/she doesn't know?

The excuse:

"You can't streotype me. I'm special, dammit! I mean, i don't fit into any of those labels. These people... they just don't know me"

Right. But shouldn't it go vice versa? If you don't know the person, why be so quick to streotype them?

Here's my theory. The existance of streotypes attest to the human nature that if you don't know something, just fake it. I think it comforts people to stick a label on someone and file it away under: (a)Bitch (b)Slut (c)Whore (d)Asshole (e)Bastard or (f) She/He's soooo nice (a.k.a Saint)

But human beings aren't predictable little creatures. They're the most volatile substance known to mankind. Think about it. Only a human being has the power to push one button and blow up the whole planet. And he might just do it on a whim, because we humans let our emotions control us. And no, i don't think there exists anyone who isn't motivated by emotions.

A person, however simple minded he/she is, can never be predictable. Because no one knows what goes on in another's head. Never place bets on what a person will do, never get too complecent. Think James the gravedigger being booted out of Survivor: China. He had two freakin' immunity idols, the strongest bod, and the likeability factor. He was poised to win. But.... he became complacent, and trusted his alliance too much. Boo Hoo.

So the lesson i've learnt? Nothing really. I fight against streotypes, but i unwittingly, unconsciouly fall back into the comfy habit of labelling people.

Sigh. If only we all could not only see the hypocrisies in ourselves, but act upon them as well and change. But change takes a bigger, saintlier person than myself/ I'm trying though, and unlike exams and tests, i hope it does count somewhat in the real world.

Fresh Sleeves For Fresh Juice

So.

I'm officially in my twenties. Yes, it happened awhile back. Ok, so i haven't been a teenager for about a year and a quarter now. And maybe i shouldn't blame the age for being the factor for me being an absolutely uninspired piece of cheese (cheese cause i'm thinking about the yummy cheese doughnut at J. Co's, which makes me think of the AvPs at at Big Apple... groan).

But i'll be honest with you.

Because everytime sit down and think (yes, contrary to popular belief, i do indulge in this activity once in awhile) about the time i've spent since i last was a teenager, and it scares me. It scares me how much i've changed. It scares me the amount of self-made rules and principles i've broken in a decidedly short period of time. I've stayed true to them for a huge chunk of my teenage years.... and somehow it took only 2 seconds to break 'em.

Yet i do wonder too.

If all these rules you've made at a younger age- when you were idealistic and naive, would it be such a sin to break them? People change, people evolve and shed the skins they've had too easily. Maybe because to break free from the rigidity of the world and its rules, we need to be fluid and liquid, bending but never breaking.

Everyone deserves a second chance. And everyone prays for a second coming. This is my attempt to set the ball rolling in the right direction.

Goodbye stargazer rendevous, and hello new blog.