the limits of one man

1 single person.

100 days in, we are having polls on obama n his performance.

a little premature if u ask me.

this guy has 365 x 4 years n we are all evaluating him upon his hundreth day in the office.

now lets put it this way. no president has had it easy. 

but obama. boy. the poor guy.

should i even list the hardships hes been put thru?

its like the poor guy took the freaking SATS 3536t47 times in a row.

he has to come up with some bailout to stop the economy of the world from crumbling, and now theres the swine flu.

all that admist the continuation of the afghan war n kim jong ils sporadic decisions on the need to develop its nuclear arsenal more than its standard of living.

and ure telling me that hes only please 60 odd percent of the population.

cut the guy some slack n evaluate after a yr or so.

imagine giving u a fucking job appraisal which determines ur annual salary 2.5 mths into ur

job?

now i DONT wonder where these dimwits are from.

the limits.

im stuffed as usual. with school work suddenly. not this sucks not because of anything else but the bullshit im always placing myself in. i probably need to learn the art of delegation faster and be more precise. at the rate im going, im gonna end up the loser that isnt able to complete much due to the extensive saddling of work n problems that accompany it.

arghhhhhhhhhh

student/cheesecake slave/partial martial artiste/fragement of a writer/winklepicker owner

identify the symptoms.

see the tell tale signs.

gauge the happenings that would next occur.

the happening isnt really happening.

so yeah maybe it does come with age but maybe not.

manipulation starts from young. in fact, its inborn ,congenital, connate, instinctive, inherent,natural, inbred, inherited, hereditary, in one's genes

i hope im not getting the wrong impression. 

i don wanna end up loooking like an absolute dumbass at this.

ive prob been a dumb ass one too many times.

i love the language. i love numbers.

but sometimes, even i cant handle too much at once.

the discerning truth.

the irony of life.
one moment cloud 9 seems to be where u are standing.
and the next, ure done, deep in the level of hell which reads 18 on the raging walls around you.

back to the dates 12-15 mar.
vaguely rem gazelnut saying the whole thing with how i attract nonesense.
how true it is.

im done with this.
the only people i trust are incidentally on one hand.
and they very simply read the 3 in the nuclues family, and the 2 apparent breasties.
non more than that.

here on out. im thru with being the saint.
patience is waning. and prove me your worth before the circle is expanded.
ah seriously. fuck all of you dimwits.
argh.

the right angle triangle

define.

the triangle, has a side thats considered all up right n straight at 90deg.

the other 2 angles, not always equals, has different distances from where they are at to the right angle.

the similarities the triangle has to a lot in life.

u have one, the subject, the object, the prize, the lottery, the jewel.

comes btw 2 other points, and these 2 points have different distances.

reflects on the nature of closeness don u think?

the right angle has no clue that it is closer to one side than the other, accidentally choosing a preference and what it would rather.

i say fuck the right angle.

motherly love.

i just have to pen down these thoughts

i was at tkd a couple of hrs ago. n boy did i see the cutest thing on earth.

we were having our usual water breaks and it was really touching to see what i did. we walked past a kid, all of about 6 yrs old, and he was certainly struggling with the forms at hand. he didnt know what came next, the backfisting hand or round kick. and when i say struggling, u have to trust me on this, i know whats struggling.

there was a lady, presumably his mum, watching on and giving really wide smiles and nods of approval. 

as i watched on, i can only imagine how much the mum was feeling about her kid. it was that sense of pride and joy to just see ur kid learn something new and know that in a few yrs, he is certainly gonna excel in it.

every morning i wake up n think about the question thats on my employers mind. why do u even try so hard. 

i just found my reason. 

i feel old.

with the face i have, i never thought that this would ever imply.

i have the looks of a kid, thus the whole kiddo thing at times with gazelnut but it sucks really.

but suddenly. it really does feel like im 16 again.

the irony it in all when u look at efrons movie bout 17. im no efron. definitely not that jackass that spends 2 fucking hours everyday on his hair. i don love myself that much.

the math, english, notepads, stickies, post it pads, notes on the post it pads, packed packed packed schedule and deadlines to meet, the pt job that feels like the one from before.

wow. 

but thats. just the part where adapting is gonna come in.

than comes the part where it feels like we are all stupid really.

we are all old pple. deep down inside, we should really know who we are and what we want.

but when it comes to simple simple interaction n basic courtesy, we are surely still kids inside.

we act nonchalant and just run away from reality.

how is that ever gonna change anything we have.