Choices?

It's unfortunate that not everyone can get the results they desire. It's even harder when your whole dream rest on whether those results are obtained or not.
Most people seem to be dumbstruck when such things happen. Lost with no knowledge of what to do.
It's ironic that they got those results because of a lack of knowledge in the first place.
All I want to say is that to me, there is no question on what to do if something you really really want doesn't miraculously materialize in your laps the very instant you wish for it.
You chase after it.
It's simple. It's easy. Really, it's a lot easier than you think it is. The only reason your dream seems so far away is because while everybody is moving forward with their own dreams, you're just sitting there thinking how nice it must be when you finally grasp it in your hands.
It's the greatest law Einstein ever made. It's all relative. When you aren't running to where you want to be, you seem to be moving backwards because the people around you are moving forward.
Get off your behind and get in front. Nothing ever comes without sacrifice. Even less things come when all you can do is regret.
To quote an insurance advert I just saw about this woman running a marathon:
The road can't stop me. The weather can't stop me. The other athletes can't stop me. The only thing that can stop me... is me.
Why are you wasting your time regretting when we all know it would be time better spent rectifying your past mistakes?
To quote Transformers which would definitely touch more hearts than my previous quotes:
No sacrifice, no victory.

Why, When The Invisble Man You Talk To Is Named God, You Are Called A Saint

Yet when the invisible person is named Bill, Tom or Jane, you're called a schizophrenic?
I've got an answer to it. It's called name-discrimination.
How else can you explain it, right?
Was not Joan of Arc and Mohammad just people who woke up one day and said their invisible "friend" told them they were "messengers" and had the political tact to spoon-feed the world into believing their every word?
But my post is not about this issue. That was just a lingering thought that I needed to expel.
My post is about a much deeper issue that boils beneath the surface.... Oh, it's deep. As deep as ancient history and voodoo worshiping goes. For those of you with an upset-able bowel or a weak heart... You have been warned!

It took place on a late August night, when the air was cool and the wind whispered names beyond the graves.... Today, we shall talk about paranoia.
Do you know how paranoia starts?
I do. Oh, yes. I do. And guess what? I'm gonna tell you.
It starts when crappy people constantly say crappy things around you. Easy and simple as that.
We're brought up to be children of science, and we have been taught to support whatever hypothesis we suggest with experiment based conclusions. So here's my experiment and the all so obvious and undeniable conclusion.
Apparatus used: Crappy friends, stupid stories, guinea pig.
Recommended guinea pig: Me.
Hypothesis: Paranoia is a result of the surrounding environment containing too much crap and idiots.
Procedures:

1. Find and collect a group of 3 crappy friends and a guinea pic. Allow to interact.
2. Make crappy friends tell stupid ghost stories animated with stupid noises and even stupider faces in front of guinea pig.
3. Repeat Step 2 a few times over a period of a few days.
4. On the 8th day of repeating Step 2, make guinea pig leave phone in a dark bedroom at night.
5. Guinea pig returns to bedroom a few minutes later.
6. Phone is ringing and the idiotic ringtone of the guinea pig's phone fills the dark dark room.
7. Guinea pig does not realise it's the phone and gets scared.
8. After eliminating the source of the weird noise, guinea pig absent-mindedly switches the radio on and leave room to get a drink downstairs.
9. When guinea pig steps into the dark kitchen, loud tribal music is clearly audible from a far-off distant. Guinea pig gets scared shitless again.
10. After confirming the source of the music to be a party held a few roads away, guinea pig returns to room at the exact moment the stupid Mix.FM is playing the song "I Love Rock 'n Roll".
11. Singer happens to be going into the shriek / moan part of the song.
12. Guinea pig does not realise the radio was previously turned on and, again, gets very VERY scared.
13. Guinea pig is now very paranoid.

Conclusion:
Hypothesis accepted. There is concrete proof to sustain the statement that crappy friends repeating idiotic ghost stories is a leading cause of paranoia.

Happy Days (Nights)

My god, I'm just soooo happy right now they should create a new phrase called "cloud 27" for me to be on.
It's a shame Slur and Shu and the rest of them didn't come cause even with just Han, MS and Mae, we were already laughing our heads off. I swear to god we're going for another buffet some other time before everybody gets on with their life.
And of course, we're doing it with or without you guys although we would prefer it to be "with".
Damn, that was just lovely!
Haha, this is one of the rare times I'm regretting this ain't a bimbo blog cause I soooo wanna post pics of it right now.