i am obsessed with this quarter life crisis thing, ever since while i was waiting Mic in the waterstone to pick up his MP3 player, i was glancing through books on the shelf, 3 for the price of 2 is tingling, I finally realized how was my one only suitcase expand to a total number of 6 now over the years, Business people are cunning, they bring down the individual price but only to sell it bundled up, those tricks can fool pretty a lot of people, and unfortunately im the one of them. Then, i spotted this book: Twenty Somthing The Quarter-life crisis of Jack Lancaster, along with two others i bought them all together. basically it's a dairy of a 20 something years old and i have to say his life is too dramatic to believe, maybe only mine is too boring compared to his. He wrote something about his girlfrined Lucy: 'She is mental, lucy has her own unique cycle, which is the inverse of most women's - twenty-one days on, seven days off. i tell her this, she smacks me lovingly in the balls'. when i read this it really made me laugh. oh yeah i feel like looking into a mirro. lol. when he wrote about his NYs resolutions it goes like ' i will check my testicles regularly for lumps, and i will not be such a hypochondriac and i will not masturbate more than 4 times a week'. lol. ohh i thought girls are hyphchondriac, emotional beings, but boys are more or less the same according to this book. ' no seriously Jack, what do you do everytime you have a headache?' ' i put my chin on my desk to check if iv got meningitis' . lol I maybe just too innocent and even naive at some point, i hold a belief makes me believe not one thing is absolute in this world. i maybe believe too much about the exceptions rather than the majority. Example is, i accidentally got into this forum for travellers, i registered and received tons of emials. oh yeah, as i love travelling and willing to know different cultures and people, i decided to give a go, i knew i would encounter people just looking for sex all that, but as i said i believed in more exceptions. the result is: 3 more weeks i got like more or less 100 invites to my msn messenger, so i chatted to them, one of the guys was like, oh hi how are you i dont remember your name because iv added 300 girls to my msn of course some girls added me... [no further discussion, i delected him from my list] Next, this guy sounds nice, he said, if you come to my country i can show you around and i have a nice department you can stay here with me, umm, that put me into suspicion, we dont know each other so basically he must be up to something, oh yeah, finally i proved im so right i made him to talk about how he got girls into bed. [Deleted+ blocked] another one, ' h hru wat u nm?' im fm uk?' oh yeah im not chatting you in a text language. [deleted] ... overall, 10 out of 100 people are proved worthy to chat further, at least they are descent to talk to at first few encounters. Last night, i couldnt sleep so my minds been everywhere thinking about nothing but everything. i have been wondering how can you tell if someone has reached mental maturity? then i remembered i used to be troubled by something when i was in the middle school, i used to ask my grandma, how far should i go? Can you measure it? How do you know you gone too far? My grandma just said to me, when you grown up and mature enough you would know all the answers. it's even more confusing. HOW? then in a blink of eyes, im much older, maturer than before. i finally understood what grandma meant. but recently iv been wondering a lot how mature i am? if in a scale from 1 to 10, where should i pin myself down? that memories of me and grandma talked that day reappeared. umm...i think i need to rethink my questions again... reverse...

A kindergarten class had a homework assignment
to find out about something exciting
and relate it to the class the next day.
When the time came to present what they'd found,
the first little boy walked up to the front of the class
made a small white dot on the blackboard and sat back down.
Puzzled, the teacher asked him just what it was.
"It's a period,'' said the little boy.
"Well, I can see that,'' she said, ''but what is so exciting about a period?''
''Damned if I know,'' said the little boy, but this morning my sister was missing one,
Daddy had a heart attack, Mommy fainted,
and the man next door shot himself."