Tattooes Gone Physical

Thank you Google Images~!

If I got some temporary tattooes like that with more functional Physics equations (a.k.a those that're sure to pop up in the exams this Monday), wouldn't that just be swell? Like, the promo for these temporary removable tattooes, depicting Physics and Mathematical (and possibly other subjects) formulae would be: Cheating Made Easy - Cheat Without Paper! Use Tattooes!

Then of course, they would gain notoriety in less than a fortnight, and responsible people would get a whiff of them, track them down, sue them and force them to close down.

Nothing worth it is ever easy ^^

More Emotional Posts... Yay!

Mom called me again and told me that she was praying for my success in the exams, as she constantly does. Yes, I'm studying and yes, I'm trying my best. Case in point, I'm staying up! Of course, that's a little unfair because I'm nocturnal anyway. But that doesn't matter to Mom; what matters is I'm studying hard and trying my best!

Anywho, as she was talking I was all 'Mom, Mom,' to which she was like 'Yes dear?' and I was all...
'When you pray for me, do you ask God to make me a doctor... or just make me successful in anything I end up doing?'

She told me what I wanted to hear.

And I feel tons better right now, and can face Physics with a smile on my face.

Thank you God, for my wonderful Mom and family.

I can almost cry now lol :)

We Are

We're a bunch of moronic idiots in many moments of our lives. Yeah you would say 'But who are YOU to judge how WE are in our lives?' and my answer would probably be 'Sod off- you moronic buffoons are obviously in denial.'

No, I'm not pissed and letting my emotions speak for me.

Maybe a bit.

Alright, maybe a LOT.

But I'm guessing it's fine. Because I had a nice, literally flowery post before, so now I'm gonna be the evil person I've been feeling since two days back. Because I found out that I was right (yet again) and it wasn't something I wanted to be right about. WHY can't I be right at something I WANT to be right at? Like, oh I dunno, PHYSICS maybe?

Maybe they're right, I should've taken Psychology. Or English Lit. Whatever it is, it seems I have a knack of sniffing out what people think before someone else decides to spill the beans to me. Though that in itself makes me look like a paranoid the first few days, it's always worth the knowledge that I was right when the truth is squeezed...

Not really. It only makes me feel worse. And it's doubly worse because the moment I get the feeling I already feel bad for thinking of something so negatively; THEN I feel bad because the thing that I thought was right was actually true, and that, instead of making my conscience feel at ease, does not even begin to take the initial guilt away; instead, it piles up.

And I do not need to be reminded of how easily I get affected by negative vibes.

I'm guessing those involved won't be reading this, but I wish you guys had more tact. Because honestly, you were keeping it from me all this time and for what? To clue me in freaking 5 days before my most terrible exam? Was that part of the plan, to make me FREAKING PHAIL?

And just as I typed that a loud-ass thunder rumbled outside. Heaven knows how pissed I am and I'm not even sure if that's a good thing.

*deep breaths*

Lord, grant me patience. Ameen.

February Song

Where has that old friend gone
Lost in a February song
Tell him it won't be long
'Til he opens his eyes, opens his eyes
Where is that simple day
Before colors broke into shades
And how did I ever fade
Into this life, into this life

And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
When all that I've known is lost and found
I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day

Morning is waking up
And sometimes it's more than just enough
When all that you need to love
Is in front of your eyes
It's in front of your eyes

And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
Sometimes it's hard to find my ground
Cause I keep on falling as I try to get away
From this crazy world

And I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
When all that I've known is lost and found
I promise you I, I'll come back to you one day

Where has that old friend gone
Lost in a February song
Tell him it won't be long
'Til he opens his eyes
Opens his eyes

Sung by Josh Groban

The Birthday Month

Happy Birthday Y'all... :)

Magnetic Repellent

It's a world of science. In this ephemeral world, we are governed by many strict laws that, God willing, never change, in their course along with the flow of Time. Millions of years have nothing on these rules; many biologists claim that evolution exists (and I do believe some lifeforms evolved, only with the will of God, but not in the sense that we evolve from monkeys), which means the biological forms and rules for many lifeforms do not necessarily adhere to them forever. As much as I like studying this branch of science, it's constantly evolving, as are the creations of God- the universe as a whole.

Expansions and their coefficients drive me nuts. I'm pretty sure the expansion of the universe has some sort of a coefficient as well, a concept which I can't seem to wrap my head around, naturally, not being a superhuman with the elasticity of a rubber band, or a brain with the capacity to accommodate ideas like that- Which is probably why I have a problem with Physics as much as I do now.

I love science, I really do, and that means all three branches of it- theoretically, anyway. Back in elementary years I loved everything scientific in all my classes: the discussions, the experiments, the textbooks... everything. Then high school rolled by and my thirst of Science, which, by then, branches into the three different fields that we are all very familiar of- Chemistry, Physics, and my personal favourite, Biology- cannot be satiated by the textbooks, or amount of lecturing done, albeit the fact that I was more than a little exhausted trying to grasp Chemistry at first (all those fascinating atomic equations!). That, accompanied by the different accents of teachers each year proved not to be an educational process that happened easily, as I'm no genius, unlike many of my friends over here. And the distractions that weaved in between the years of high school student life! There were friends to talk incessantly with, gossips to be listened to, places to be something in, and of course, the inevitable crushes to be stal- *coughs* ogled at. Don't even begin to mention internet and the Glorious Grand World of MMORPGs... Yet none of these were matters of that great of an importance- at least to me, which probably gave me the undeserving 'School Genius' title- as my studies, specifically the sciences. Doing well and having more fun in English classes never quite made me as pleased with myself as struggling with new scientific formulae and terms.

Years went by, crushes and friends dissipated and disappeared to foreign countries- some lost forever, others becoming awkward strangers as the swells of Time engulfed familiar memories in the harsh, freezing-cold waters of Forgottance. Yet knowledge stays the same. The chemical formulae remained where they belong- in the books and the dusty passages of the brain, locked up by the months-long stretch of holidays, to be uncovered only by the keys held by random visits of those that sent them there in the first place- books. What are the odds of that happening during the celebratory holidays when one's high school reign ends? Not much, and as time passed by, the doors and locks became stronger and stronger, and the cries and pleadings of these precious, ebbing members of Knowledge began to ebb away. Some say they were never eliminated, waiting for the right moment to escape the prisons of Ignorance and roam free yet again in the halls of the mind. Others say they were overwhelmed by newer, unnecessary knowledge of current happenings and fickle daily matters, which, in such large numbers, eliminated them once and for all from their prisons. I'd like to believe the former as I started college life, and, holding on to that, made a personal promise to my Once Cherished and Beloved memoirs.

Here I am. I've released some, and in the process held many, MANY more captive. Unfortunately, my capturing of these always alluring, never alluding prisoners would seemingly have no end and continue to increase in the next decade or so, and most of their escapes, aided and abetted by me, proved to be futile.

My strongest prison walls seem to hold the Physics members captive. Possibly due to the lack of good teaching strategies and an abundance of weird lilting accents, and most definitely the complexity of Mathematics that accompanied them, these captives remain in what seems to be the Guantanamo Bay of my brain. And yes, I am aware of the fact that the current president of the United States of America banished that facility recently, but that does not keep me or the rest of the world from referring to it as one of the worst detention facilities that have existed in the modern world.

I'm trying to release them, once and for all. I'm pretty sure no one has ever done such a feat, but it seems wrong for such beneficial, innocent matters to be held captive in such a way by weak, fickle prisonguards for the mere reason of being outnumbered! One may say that this is the natural course of things, but I also believe that it's the natural course of things to learn and retain every moment of life, which is why we only use around 3% of our brain's potential. The rest MUST have been made for retaining stuff. And, like all mysteries of the universe, there has to be an ultimate solution of unlocking that, which we have yet to find out.

Currently, I will be more than satisfied just to release some of these newfound facts for the duration of four days, in time for them to do some good in my finals.

Lord Almighty, help me in my noble quest...

Happy Birthday... Are You Lonely Yet?

I am 20.

God. I'm actually closer to 20-and-a-day.

And I love my friends. Really. Because up until now I've had two surprises, one pre- and one on my birthday.

Granted it hasn't been the most smashing week of my life, if not literally, if you take into account the amount of time I spend wavering between this realm and the next but yeah. I have some wonderful people to thank for some seriously good moments to remember in -bleeep-. And, more importantly, some SERIOUSLY good food. Of course, one may want to assume that it is very fickle of me to regard food as a matter outweighing precious moments in themselves but hey, food lasts as long as a moment but tends to be more satisfying... in that moment anyway. And what do moments do, pray tell?

Make us weepy and mushy in our times of reminiscence, that's what. So it's hardly worth the time debating whether scrumptious, delectable food that do not really stick to your conscience should be appreciated more than moments. Which also need great food to complement them fully as a moment worth remembering anyway. But of course, one tends to get carried away with one's own opinions; there are many that I know of who regard food as simply... food. A four-lettered word with hardly no insight whatsoever other than providing the required nutrients we need to be nourished, healthy and possibly live longer. I envy these people, but more often than not pity them. I also do respect their opinions and hear their side, but of course, in Lavland it's *almost* all about the food =)

Which is why I'm writing about food more than what matters most when it comes to birthdays- deeper insights on things that matter most pertaining to a supposedly higher depth of maturity that comes with the process of aging. Other than puberty, however, I have yet to see solid proof that our brain cells conduct our actions in a more 'adult' manner as the clock chimes at midnight, announcing the exact anniversary of our arrival those few precocious years ago. Frankly, we should all agree that aging comes with experience, and not age.

I love birthdays in the sense that with modern technology and the coming of better and more developed ways to communicate with one another across the world, we who have the resources to do so, have a valid reason to contact ones who have been separated and discommunicated with us from years ago... out of awkwardness or lack of subjects to bring up in conversations, for the most part. A simple 'Happy Birthday!' on the Facebook wall could trigger a LOT of memories, leading to a deluge of questions and a barrage of back-and-forth comments that effectively reconnect old ties in an indirectly less awkward situation. Thus birthdays are a fine time to say 'hi' to an old friend of yours you've been dying to hear more of but are too clueless to bring something up with. And that is a truly remarkable gift that need not be sent to you in glossy wrapping paper or with an accompanying slice of cake (though that DOES sound better) for you to appreciate.