Beauty and the Beast.

   Me and a couple of friends were having an informal opinion poll on the many females of both school and church. Through heated debates, some withering glares and a good dose of male testosterone, we rated them. Eventually, after each passionate male not willing to budge an inch from who was the most aesthetically pleasing female, we called it quits by unspoken consent and kept proceeded to launch into another tense debate on whether the RPG-7 is for noobs or not.

  

  It brought me back to many other times when I sat around with another group of guys picking girls and choosing who deserved to be the queen of the moment. It was often during these moments that most boys ended up revealing quite an astonishing lot about themselves and their ideals. It was also during these moments that unpopular opinions where often lambasted by exaggeratedly disapproving stares or immense "whatever la's' from the youthful panel of judges. Occasionally, a female would sit in and give her opinion of who was the most attractive girl of the selection we would be talking about. I always found myself slightly surprise whenever I heard whom the others chose. 

  These debates often had many different females thrown in, sometimes polar opposites would clash, other times, every  guy chose a different girl each. 

  Though the more shallow of adolescent male pursuits, it lead me to question, is there really such a thing as an ugly female? After all, since ugly to some may be very attractive to others, it may all actually be a matter of preference. And if its a matter of preference, how can the definition of what is beautiful and the polling of who is beautiful possibly be accurate? 

  Even in beauty pageants, when a panel of judges select the most beautiful woman in the universe, some of their decisions have left me wondering if the tiara-ed lady really is the most beautiful. Some of we extremely professional judges have participated informally participated in casting our well respected criticism on who should win... and have been very publicly disappointed as our selected lady's name isn't called. These then often result into slam quite passionate comments on how sharp noses could pierce walls and how barbies are monstrous creatures. 

  Perhaps, maybe beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder. The most "attractive' female often being the closest match to the stereotypical image of what beauty is at the moment. However, to head even deeper, the Bible did say that everyone is wonderfully and fearfully made. How then can a person be ugly? 

  In my opinion. I think the ladies in Vineyard are all very beautiful. Each in their own way. Each brightens up the school with their own uniqueness and personalities. Pathetically compare as I may, I don't see how another girl is more beautiful than another. Maybe every female is very beautiful. Each in her own special way.  

  

 

Yes I'm Sorry

   I have come to the realization that my blog is rather empty. I apologize sincerely. From my heart, right down to the bottom right ventricle. 

   What normally happens when I want to write up a post on my blog should be a psychological study on actions that tear human focus. In my case, I am extremely susceptible to numerous forms of distractions such as Clone Wars, BMW advertisements and the Boom De Ah Dah discovery channel commercial on youtube. 

  Before logging on, i decide to read something about the jedi on wikipedia, perhaps to get some inspiration. Then suddenly, the big black words ARC TROOPERS catch my eye and I simply cannot resist clicking on the link. Its as if some inexplicable Force controls my limbs and forces me to veer further of my predetermined path through cyber space! 

   I promise myself that I'll get started on a post right after I finish one paragraph on the guilty article, however, the author often posts more seductive information on ARC troopers! Did you know that they were actually clones personally trained by Jango Fett, the most decorated and feared bounty hunter in all the known galaxy? Did you know that they are also known as the special ops of  Star Wars galaxy? And that ARC stands for Advanced Reconnaissance Clones? 

   You get what I mean. 

I Deeply Enjoy Math

   Mathematics, arithmetics of anything in that glorious vein is the love of my life. For which without it my living would be nothing but an exquisite equation within an equation within an X of a quadnomial. Yes, I live breathe and eat digits. Mathematics with its dizzying near brutal amounts of mentally condemning rules set me free. Able to soar like an eagle, with add, subtract, multiply and division as the winds beneath my wings.

  Haha. 

  Well, I can honestly say that i do indeed have a problem with math. Somehow or other the answer simply avoids my already limited intellect through some devious numerical play. I am often irked by how an often simple equation would often blow itself out of my human capabilities of comprehension. For instance: 5 divided by goodness knows what, equals 5.213415122132135213124. After the time taken for the coast Africa to smash Cuba into Mexico; I find out that my answer was actually wrong and the number was 0 or one. If that wasn't enough, I realize that the  number would have been achieved in an Andy Ong pace if I had placed a digit next to some other. Mathematics then often smacks me into a corner and spends its time violently brutalizing any sense of an ego built up by my imagination of personal intellect. 

   Then there are friends who can play with numbers like they would play a violin. Incredible and almost without thinking; it would often seem as if einstein himself, descended from heaven and possessed the body of a mere human being. What results are often spectacular, if  Yehudi Menuhin left his audience spell bound through playing his violin, so often I would be in complete disbelief as a demon of an equation is performed right before my eyes. "Its actually quite simple," my math maestro of a friend would say, before proceeding to rip his eyeballs out of his sockets trying to teach me how a monkeys can be added to kittens to produce coconuts. Yes indeed, I am always left in awe by a person whose view on math parallels the adidas motto. 

   Perhaps someday when I can plus perfectly, subtract simply, multiply magnificently and divide definitely, will I be lesser repulsed from numbers with symbols pared up with lines awaiting my nervous answers. However, that day of complete victory and boundless bliss is not today.

   I'm having trouble with 1103 math.  

  

Po

  Sorry for the person who got me Po. This is an extremely long overdue post. However, I'd like to thank you! For that one day I was like, hey! Someone likes me! 

   When was chauffered  to school in the morning(my mom). I had every reason to believe it would be another of those normal days. I walked in, placed my bag on the table and I saw this tiny fur ball on my desk in the shape of a panda. Then I realized that it had that distinctive tattered brown pants on and a ridiculously friendly grin plastered on its face. Then I realized that it was, Po! 

  I was happy! Well, currently Po is lying in a place of honor, sharing my pillow. We fight the dastardly monkey's of the Dark Shangtu Fortress on wednesday nights in my very realistic dreams. Yeap he's happy too.

                                                           THANKS!