Productivity at it's not very best

Too much is never a good thing. Too little, is a waste of time. So what do you really want?


It's soooo late now, and I'm still pressing the miniature buttons on this keyboard to input words into this page. My head feels like its been hit with a wrecking ball, and my eyeballs hurt like they're on fire; and yet I refuse to go to bed. 


Productivity is like a really important thong to me. I must get something done whenever there is free time where I can slot it in, so that I have more time later. How much time do I have left to sleep? ( I wake at 6.30am ).


There I have myself asking myself, 'can't this wait until tomorrow?'
The answer is no.
Why not?

Entertain Yourself, If You're Bored

Best Things To Do In A Elevator

Elevators are great places to have fun.It's a place where all your deeds can go off undetected. It's like a cloak of shadows. (Well in most lifts in older buildings I guess =S)


In order to entertain yourself, you MUST annoy others!


[THE FOLLOWING ARE VERY UNETHICAL, AND MAY BE MORALLY WRONG. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO BE OFFENDED, PUT OFF, OR DISGUSTED IN ANY WAY, PLEASE READ SOMETHING ELSE ON THE BLOG. I DO NOT HOLD RESPONSIBILITY OF YOUR DISCOMFORT AND DISPLEASURE. THANK YOU]

Sketch From Scratch

A sea of jumbled memories

My mind is a constant whirring pool of water. Churning and frothing to no end. I awoke this wet morning and had a "sign" sent to me from above ( My brain! =P ) to sketch this fragment of memory before I lose it again in the vast ocean of thoughts, Here goes....

I Murdered The Projector Today.....Or Did I?

It isn't about proving my innocence. It's about sharing my intelligence.

I was presenting something fabulous idea today when the projector died. 


I was standing right next to it ><


Everyone turned their eyes on me, and I denied. Wise move.


I don't think I killed it. I've yet to touch it. 
However, today isn't about proving my innocence. It's about sharing my intelligence. =]

Bones to ashes, and....

Ashes to Dust........

My Obscene Thoughts!

The Issue

When a conversation comes to money, it'll start to become very awkward for all the participants of the conversation. Why so?

Everyone has their own way with money, but what way is the best way to manage yourself, and your money?

The answer is............

A present worth a million smiles

SMILES!

Erratic Behaviour

Happy Birthday!!!

Today Is A Special Day =)

Everyone has a birthday. It's just whether they celebrate it or not. I rarely celebrate my own birthday, but I like to celebrate others. 

Time Lapse

Stop, Stare, Ready, GO!

I was fiddling out with my camera, and I came up with these =)

My first stop animation

PROTECT YOUR PRIVATES!

The Perfect Formula For The Greatest Shower Of All Time!

Showering in the morning before a great day is the best-est way to kick start your journey, don't you agree? =)

(If you don't agree, go read something else. This page isn't for you. It's for people who want to excel in the art of shower tuning!)

The Awkward Moments

The Awkward Moments

You know those moments when you'd wish you were somewhere else other than where you are at that moment? I'm referring to those times when you've let off an accidental, and uncontrolled burp in front of important (well, important to you) people; or a dead-reviving fart (depends on which you'd consider as worse. Farting is the worst! To me I guess. Maybe its customary in your culture or traditions to fart but not mine. =P)


We all have these awkward moments in life that many of us hate, but some of us (including me) really cherish those moments. I think that its a memorable event when I popped a fart-plosion in front of everyone during the presentations, or the time when I opened the door and saw something..... 

Pic Cushion!

I drew these on a chair. I was bored and restless..... =D

How Hard Can It Be?

How Hard Can It Be?

Life is filled with ups and downs,
Moments to have with smiles and frowns,
How difficult can it be to do a simple thing?
Do you know how much it really means!


How hard can it be to keep silent,
So that others can listen?
Silence is golden,
It does not wish to be broken.


How hard can it be to wear some decent clothes?
To ensure our eyes aren't rubbed raw,
By the sight of your flesh and skin,
That isn't hidden by your holey clothes.


How hard can it be,
To stop whining for a day?
Let our ears have some peace,
And let us listen to what was meant to be.


How hard can it be,
To stand up from your seat,
And let the old lady rest her tired feet,
Surely her face isn't so hard to read!


Silence,
Indecency,
Un-meant to be,
Literacy.

What are friends?

What are friends?

Friends can be kept,

Friends can be gained,

Friends can be brought home,

 To play with you.

“Friends” are like little birds,

Locked in a cage,

Singing sweetly to you,

But stabbing you in the back.

Why are these “friends” so cruel?

Leading you from the flock,

Keeping you as hostage,

In a miniscule cage.

Food For Thought!

Glutton or an Avid Food Adventurer?

I eat 4 sandwiches a day,which means I consume a total of an average 8 pieces of bread daily. 
No problem eyhh? Hahaha


Together with the bread, I usually add tuna, salmon offcuts, cheese, eggs, jam (apricot, strawberry, raspberry), honey, and an occasional vegemite to the mix. 
What's up?


I have a minimum of 2 servings of dinner be it pasta, pizza, curry and rice, fried noodles/rice, roast chicken/beef/lamb/pork; practically anything I can get my hands on, put it into my mouth, swallow it, and not feel sick, but FULL & HAPPY! Cheers =D
What's the big picture?


Oh yeaaah, I almost forgot. I also have at least 2 bowls of rice crispies with juice (yes, juice. Haha), and sometimes 2 slices of bread if I'm feeling hardworking.
So is there anything wrong?

Wet Day

Soggy Socks & Clammy Hands, what a combination, what to do on a BAD day! 

It was raining toads and frogs today! It wasn't that cold, but the wind was brutal, sending forth waves after waves of bone-chilling icy gales at me; luckily I had my comfy jacket on. =]

At first it was still okayy. Getting to the first bus stop and on the bus and all, until....... SCHOOL!

It's already miserable enough to walk up a hill to get there, but having water sloshing down at you?! That's downright horrible. 

What are you thinking about?

What are you thinking about?

What're thinking about?
Is it the birds and the butterflies,
Is the trees and the bees,
Or is it the apple pie I've made for you and for me?


What are you thinking of?
Is it the strawberry shortcake we had for dinner last night,
Is it the pancakes with maple syrup we had this morning,
Or is it the lemon sorbet you "stole" from me?


Why are YOU so curious about what I think?
What's with YOU and all your questions?
Did I do something wrong? (Nahh, I don't think so.... =P)
Did YOU do something wrong? (I guess so... =P)


So what are YOU thinking about?
Is it the song we played together,
Is it the lyrics we changed to make it better,
Or is it about the sing YOU played for me? (I thought it was great! =D)


So what are YOU thinking of?


* * * * * * * * * * *


Well,
I'm thinking of you..... =)

Erratic Behaviour

This poem is dedicated to a special person (not me , hahah) who (just like me, yes), can't think about food. =D