Right...the date on this blog is by the Islamic calender...i didn't change that setting...way to make me feel guilty about myself....
...not working.

anyways, to the more serious stuff...exams starting in a week. This was another fast semester. Fairly kept myself busy and occupied. Making money on the weekends and learning about making heat exchangers and distillation columns by overloaded and stressed out lecturers during the week.

The world on the other hand is getting dumber by the second. Last night I heard someone calling paris hilton a socialist...

fine...I'll take that one back...it was in the newspaper. Does that make it better or worse?..Journalism is fucked man. The media is a puppet of their sponsors and a shit load of paranoid freaks. You switch on the tv, it's like looking at shit making its way through...not very pretty indeed.

I'm not gonna dwell into emotional psychology..my house mate's sick...I really don't wana get it from him..fuckin hell...I wonder how much sickness he's spread around the house, the fucker doesn't even go anywhere, I can never fucking figure out where he gets it from...feable son of a bitch.
There is yet another anomaly around me. Have you seen the musicians in the post-grunge scene ?..they are like older bigger men, like their fans would be those fat bearded bear drinkers with metallica shirts with shitty jobs. Have you seen indie musicians on the other hand?..young baby faces. I feel younger when I feel to grunge. =S But I think i can probably explain it. Grunge is easier to process. Lesser complicated riffs and tunes. Dumb hard rock...makes you feel more naive and innocent, which is like feeling younger.
My habit of day dreaming is manifesting quite badly. I don't wana sound like J.D from scrubs or anything (I had that hair long before I started watching that show)..but yeah, I do imagine more, say less, narrate my life to myself...

I am rusting, to say the least. It's slow. It hurts...a little sometimes, alot most of the time.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre,

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

hey guys, long time eh?

i am good, all's fine, i am a busy 2nd year engineering student with a casual job at IKEA now. yeaaa!...seriously...i work as a self serve co-worker. Some manual work and loads of customer service is all part of the game...and free coffee all day oo yeah

anywys....keeping it brief...i just want to take a moment and make a note here that i'm probably not the worst hypocrite ever...well a "hypocrite" i might seem to be...i consider myself a free thinker...inspired by the writings of the psychotic Kurt Vonnegut hahaha.
but come on, ive got some control...some shame, some moral values, some senstivity and an intermediate level of sophistication...i have seen and met people far worse than me....praying 5 times, or atleast telling every1 that, with this some what over confidence in their belief, with entire mental blocks to even consider other's ideas and thoughts, blind faith would be better words....sparking every consideration based on race and religion, being materialistic about a spiritual beilef...AND..yes and....on the other hand...uploading facebook pictures of getting drunk and making brown people look like idiotic horny sons of bitches....

So just in case one day i wake up fully depressed and on the verge of killing myself by falling out the balcony after smoking a nice small cigarette, some part of the cerebral hemisphere will remind me to read this dumb blog entry and then probably....i would change my mind.

the economy is going nutts and we are gonna witness one of the more important presidential elections soon...the fate of the world is going to be decided by a few million american voters..pakistan is fucked...seriously...what the hell....bitch isn't it?

anyways...just to sound a little bit politically aware, I added that sentence above,

did she have any idea what i was thinking when i saw her?...."you shimmer like a star....how beautiful you are?"