'Scientists reveal physics behind sandcastles!'

'Members of the public do not give a crap'
'Local blogger slaps self and questions sanity of the scientists'

Ah well, I've heard of stupider things I guess...
Anyways, this might be the last time I blog, until exams are over
I might throw in whatever I can whenever I have the time
But it entirely depends on me finishing assignments and actually studying for tests and the final exams

I would write about feminism, since I'm doing it as a topic for my philosophy essay, but its too much effort typing everything down again.

Basically the philosopher in question is Simone de Beauvoir.
"One is not born, but rather, becomes a woman"
She argues that throughout history women are seen as the deviation, the abnormality of man.
Society deems one to be a woman as soon as one is born.
As long as its biologically certain, one is already given a 'title' of 'female'.
After being deemed 'female', one is supposed to become a 'woman' by following the influences of the society of the time.
This changes alot, as can be seen today.
50 years ago, a womans place would be in the house, cleaning, cooking, taking care of the children, you know the drill.
But nowadays, women are becoming more and more like men.
You know, supermums. Part time worker, part time housekeeper.
And, on the other side of the coin, the men.
Metrosexuals as we call'em.
Men, so into fashion and makeup, who clothe themselves so that they can look and emulate the opposite sex, not necessarily to attract them.
Pink shirts. Tight pants. What. The. F*ck.

Society defines who we are. And we can't do jack all about it.
Except maybe cry a little.
Go ahead.
Its okay to cry if you're a girl.
If you're a guy, you're a homo.

Now, I may be a bit prejudiced against this, but its how society has raised me.
Ok, well I can't blame everything on society, I just like making fun of things.
Note that I don't mean anything that I say, so if you really are gay, don't be offended. Homo.

But yeah, in 18th century France or something, apparently it was a fashionable thing to wear pink and also high heels or some kind of fancy schmancy shoe. Maybe clogs or something, I don't know.
Maybe its having a comeback? Like some 100 year old summer fashion clothing range.
But anyway before I get caught up in the debate over guys wearing pink shirts and tight pants thing, I'd just like to say one thing : Dialectical change.

If you're familiar with Hegel and the Dialectic, then you'll know what I'm talking about.
Basically, its the synthesis of 2 conflicting 'things' into a new type of 'thing' incorporating aspects from both the old 'things'.
Its hard to explain cuz Hegel was a bitch who didn't like to write simply.
But, maybe this is like the Dialectic.

Synthesise A and B, you get C. And all is fine.
Until D comes along. Then synthesis C and D.
You get E.
Wash, rinse, and repeat.

Men are becoming more like women, and women are becoming more like men.
This is how the older generation views it.
But to the newer generations, it is all just the same to them. They will not see how it has changed from the old generation until a newer generation appears.
Slowly, it will creep upon the older generation and take over.
A cycle. Over and over again, it will happen.
A resurgence of an 'old' fashion, into something new.
Its only new because society has adapted and changed it. Synthesised it.

So, society is kinda like an animal.
According to Darwin, its called evolution.
Changing its shape and thinking according to the conditions.
But evolution never takes one step back.
So will we ever reach a peak of civilisation?

Heck, I probably won't be around to find out.
I've written too much already.
Damn you philosophy.
Damn you.

Quote of the day : "Free Shit Friday has left me faithless and broken... I will never be the same again..."
Sleep acquired : 5 1/2 hours, approximate
Current fatigue rating : 178/10

Oh no, Hans Brix?!

I do not have any weapons of mass destwuction okay, Hans?
- Kim Jong Il, Team America: World Police puppet

Thats the quote of the day, from an incredibly funny movie that is Team America.
For those not in the know, Kim Jong Il was voiced by Trey Parker, who intended him to be an authentic Asian by switchin 'L's with 'R's and all 'R's with 'W's.
No doubt it has caused a ruckus by basically insulting terrorists, Kim Jong Il, Michael Moore ( might I add, who was stuffed with ham before he was blown up, hence the incredibly meaty explosion in the movie ), F.A.G.s and Matt Damon... need I say more?

Anyways, its been a good weekend.
Got up to the Whakapapa Ski Fields.
Snowboarded. Alot. Pinnacles. Rock Garden. Centennial.
What can be learned from the weekend?
Rocks + Snowboard + High speeds = Bail X Pain

Overall, got back to uni today, a bit sore, but I survived. Barely.
So tired.
Lab tomorrow. F*ck.

Heraclitus. Presocratic philosopher.
"Everything is in a state of flux."
"War and strife between opposites is the eternal condition of the universe."
His conception of metaphysics was not very detailed, and vague, but at the time, was probably quite a hype. Indeed, it is a very basic conception, not clearly the whole thing though.
His writing was quite similar to that of Lao Tzu ( which means Old Master or something like that ), you know, Ying Yang, good vs. evil, dark vs. light, that kinda thing.
There can't be one without the other.
Perpetual chaos.
Does it happen inside of you as well?
Sometimes, when you know you should be feeling happy, but feel... stupidly sad?
I can't explain it.

Imagine, for every happy person that you see today, there's someone who is equally as sad.
For every person thats rich, there's another thats equally as poor.
For every terrorist, theres a soldier.
For every sausage, there is a hot dog bun.
And it goes on.
Does it work that way I wonder?
Otherwise, don't you think by now that we would already have achieved a total state of peace and harmony in the world?
But I stray. I'll be quiet.

Well, I'm off for now.

Song of the day : Ronery - Kim Jong Il
Post rating : 6.5/10 - Philosophical references, movie references, not enough jokes, mismatched theme (Team America + inaccurate Presocratic philosophy)
Quote of the day :
Gary: 9/11 times a 100?! My god thats... thats...
Spottswoode: Yes... ninety one thousand and a hundred...
*Later on*
Gary: 9/11 times a 1000? My god thats...thats...
Chris: Thats right... Nine hundred and eleven thousand...
*Even later on*
Chris: 9/11 times 2356? My god thats... thats... I don't even know what that is!
Kim Jong Il: Nobody does!
Me: ...2,146,316?

Fix you - Coldplay

When you try your best but you don't succeed,
When you get what you want but not what you need,
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep,
Stuck in reverse...

And the tears come streaming down you face,
When you lose something you can't replace,
When you love someone but it goes to waste,
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite you bones
And I will try,
To fix you...

I don't know why, but I just love that song. Hear it for yourself.
Sigh, I miss her.
Its raining outside. Again.
As I'm typing this up, its nearly 3am, and I'm half asleep.
I really should be doing this in the morning, but I just felt compelled to sit at the com and write this.

...Ok heck, I don't even know what to write about, most of the time i write about crap anyway!
Oh well, I'll just try to highlight the weeks events.

1. Elections : Labour seems to be in the lead so far, althought Nationals not trailing to far behind *Gets punched and mauled by Chris, Nick, and other National supporters* Its quite amazing, the Greens have more votes than Act, even though Acts done like massive campaigning... Just goes to show ya, politics are unpredictable. Stay away from it. I'm serious. No, really, I am. Really.
2. Laura's birthday : Happy birthday Laura! Hope ya liked the prez! And just, noting here, I suck at buying presents! So does JieChuang by the way :P hope you liked the cards though!
3. Jayjays birthday : Happy birthday Jayjay! Sorry i couldn't go to your place, was knackered the whole day! Although, chances are you won't be reading this so... oh well, sorry anyway...
4. Craigs birthday : Coming soon. Check with your local booze hag for details. No complimentaries.
5. I've run out of birthdays to talk about, so I'll just note here that my birthday is on the 12th of February. Expect presents within a week. No, I will not pay for my own postage. Cash, cheques, bank transfers accepted. Supports SafeTrader and Paypal.
5. Ok I was joking about the above ^ but anyway, Liverpool vs. Man Utd.!!! Tomorrow night, 10.55pm (NZ time)! Wouldn't miss it for the world. Cept if i was sleeping. Sleep is good.
6. Currently listening to : Enrique Iglesias. Wait. What. The. *Bleep*. Why do I even have his song on my comp?!! Holy crap I think my computers become gay! Hmm that explains the purple and gold highlights...
7. Prt o keybord melted. Lit fire to it to brn geynezz out of it. cnnot uze zom keyz. I um hungry. Thor wunt zundwich.

Pic of ze duy:

Helth : 0 % (the three button doezn't verc)
Ekvipment : Melted keybord. Inzenity. Chocolet. Lotz of it.
Reting : High. No ectuely, itz juzt ztupid. */10 (three button ztil not verking. Hez melted into my hend. Ouch.)

O vell, gote zleep now, nite guyz!

The colour is grey.

The sky. Grey like the shades of black and white.
I lie down on the grass.
Comfy?
Yeah, i guess.
I settle down with my hands entwined behind my head, elevated just above tiny blades of grass that so graciously provide us with oxygen.
I take a deep breath. Air.
Into my lungs. Then out. In. Out.
I am face to face with the sky again.

Hi.
No reply.
Not in a mood to talk? Look a bit dark and moody there.

Pat. I hope to God that that wasn't a bird flying by who decided it was convenient to relieve itself on me.
Pat. Right on the nose.
Rain?
Pat. Pat. Pat.
Rain.
No thunder. Just rain.

Get up. You'll get wet. Catch a cold. Be sniffling all day. Get up.
Nah, I think I'll stay. I like it here.
But it'll get cold. You don't like cold, remember?
Yeah, so? I just... wanna feel the rain falling on me.
Retard.
Shut up.
You'll be sorry.
Fuck you.

And the debate ended there.
Let the raindrops fall on me.
It fell. Softly. Slowly. Cold.
The raindrops fell faster.
More and more, as if the sky were crying in an almost incurable sadness, encompassing my entire being.

Freedom. Is this freedom? Is this happiness, joy, content?

I've felt like this before.
When?
When I was alone.
Then isn't it loneliness? Seclusion?
No. Altogether an entire different feeling.
Then what is it?
Hakuna Matata.
What?
Hakuna Matata. It means no worries.
...Retard.

*End transcript*

Yeah, well that just came out of my mind
After reading Chuck Palahniuks book, Fight Club, I've been writing like that.
Don't worry, I'm still sane :D I think...
And yes, it might be a bit random, but I figure its a good space filler
Thats just a part of the story btw (if you can call it a story...)
I didn't wanna type the rest of it in, just in case people get bored of it.
Feel free to criticise all you want.

Ah, well, theres nothing really that I wanna divulge at the moment, so I think I'll just leave it there.

Will try to post before the holidays end though.

Later.