eveready

there is only one way to predict the future.
invent it.

i often wondered what the future might hold for me. but now i realise there's no point guessing. because now i know- i have the power to dream it, breathe it, hold it, feel it, and take it. same goes with luck. luck is a skill. it's not decided by fate, but by chances. anything better than fifty-fifty is good luck, anything rolled below that you can call bad luck- but not me, i call that a risk. and when i take risks, i only expect the worst, hope for the best, and not fault failure to bad luck.

so, luck equals to skill, skill equals to training, training equals to hard work(i know i'm not especially genius damnnit), hard work equals to time spent. hence i can't expect everyday to be a sunday. it takes time to harvest good luck. and besides, luck is only relative to one's desires and wants. it can range from finding a 50 dollar bill on the floor, or finding one helluva hot chick to take home for the night haha. however it still boils down to training and experience. in the spur of the moment, will i be eveready? flexible to change? versatile? naturally competitive in a different environment? or react aggressively to stimulus?

there is only way to predict the future, and that is to invent it.

mind over matter

how does a person access his inner thoughts, and deliberately activate his own subconsciouness. is it even possible? i'm clueless. how do the talented exhibit their gifts so naturally? through passion? or could it be derived from hardwork? where do they find the motivation? what kind of self-control do they possess? how do they see the future, and not get distracted by the present? a purpose-driven life. how do they find it?

i know what i express is only half of what i ponder over, further yet it would be irrelevant to state this since a part of me already sees the line that is drawn between my capabilities of thinking and my aptitude at conveying it in words. my sanity and state of intelligence is then questioned because of the mental intake of persecution i receive arguing with fatigue as i struggle to clarify a matter i cannot fully comprehend. there is the possibility that i already know all the answers, but an intractable part of me refuses to accept the much sought after elucidation. i blame myself for being weak, utterly obstinate to the truth and for my lack of romaticizing life experience.

a solution i've arrived at now poses itself in the form of delaying gratification: will a sacrifice of pleasurable time in exchange for quietness and contemplation justly aid me in my quest for solace?

anyone! help me change the question marks in my life to full stops. and i don't mean just erasing the hooked curve above the dot. =/

the marcus song!

MARCUS! OH MARCUS!
marcus is popular
marcus is hip
when Marcus is in the pool, the girls will take a dip!
marcus is straight
marcus is tall
Marcus means everything to girls oh he's their all!
marcus likes style
marcus likes fashion
marcus and girls spells just one word - Passion.
marcus is busy
marcus is teasy
marcus with girls.. oh he's never easy.
marcus takes one
marcus takes two
Marcus takes as many girls as he oh wants to do!
marcus is the man
marcus oh yes he can
marcus oh marcus, on bed he shakes his thang!
marcus and girls
is just like buBble tea and pearls
cannot be separated and makes their minds twirl~
marcus is smart
marcus has got the guts
careful if you're a girl or marcus'll break ur heart!

rich.

define being rich:
the ability to flag bus 310 whenever you wish? spam 300 dollars on marlboros every month? or to be able to refurbish your wardrobe upon your every whim and fancy? haha. thanks to the internet, there's even ibanking and whatnots. with online shopping, here's an even faster and more convenient way to waste your money! thanks to a certain someone, i can proudly claim that i've been corruptedly introduced to the world of online eat-my-money-blog-shop spending sprees . it's as easy as abc. (i still don't get how it works though. it all sounds just like one of those internet financial scams to me)

she says it's simple. only at the cheap expense of 4 steps.
step 1: hahhaha like you leave a comment
step 2: then they will send you an invoice with payment details
step 3: aft you pay, you send back with your mailing details and payment details then they will mail you your parcel
step 4: ta da! brand new dress/shoes/whatever-other-else-there-is-that-makes-women-happy and a broken piggy bank at your doorstep!
step 5: you sink into utter monetary despair, realising that what you did was really dense and brainless
step 6: you start to think about taking your own life. thoughts like "plus if everyone can die tgt isnt it cool?" start to wallow and swirl in your mind. [call 63892222]
step 7: you then consult a lawyer specialising in wills and decide to give away your entire inheritance(all that you have left to give is the accessories you bought from online shopping) to your younger sisters, with a note telling them never ever to wind up in the same sorry-ass state as yourself.
step 8: with that, you jump off the building... falling, falling falling falling, and of course, at the bottom of that endless pit, i'm waiting there to catch you! i hold you there in my arms as you gaze into my eyes. without realising it, sparks fly. one glance from me is all it takes for you to wake to your senses and realisee(realise is actually short for really-see) that life is full of meaning.
step 9: everyone thinks you're dead, and you return home only to find your younger sisters squabbling over the inheritance... Your conscience is torn over ruining their happiness! Guiltstricken, you decide to jump off again(actually you just want me to catch you and hold you in my arms one more time)...
step 10: So you jump. but this time round, my arms are too tired and you fall to your death instead.

did i say 4 steps? i meant 10. simple no?
moral of the story: hell no i'm not writing one here you go figure that out yourself.

goodnight.