I was thinking that since I have a blog, I should come and write something once in a while.
So here I am!

In recent months, I have finally found out the answer to the question we've all been asking!
The answer is 42.

Ok. I got that from Hitchhiker's. The true answer is : Humans are stoopid.

Sometimes we want to be lied to. And then we lament that people are out to cheat us. WAKE UP U NUMBNUTS! Of cos people are out to cheat us. What can you cheat a lamppost out of? You have to cheat OTHER PEOPLE to get something. Of cos a guy will tell u he would walk to the ends of the earth to pluck that last rose for you or feed you ice-cream in bed for the rest of your life. You expect him to tell u that you don't have tits like his ex or that he would rather have that girl in finance who he can't have and so he will settle with you till someone better comes along?
*sigh*

And then there are those sad and lonely single people (I am one too but this is where the similarity ends) who keep saying "There's no one who wants me". Look deep inside and ask yourself. Are you looking for a person you want or a person who wants you? People you want may not want you (or worse, just want to cheat you. Read paragragh above again!) but you don't give a crap about those people who want you cos, well, you're not interested. To each his own. Just don't give me that "I'm unwanted crap".

And since I am here, there's no such thing as torn between choices. I have 10 pairs of the SAME Calvin Klein underwear and yet I have one favourite pair. Your mind has sublimally already made up it's... errr.... mind.

And those of you who are still reading this (dunno why. are you that bored?) might have noticed that I didn't actually say what the question was. The question is even simpler.

WHY? (or in extreme cases, WHY ME?)
There you have it. Cos you are stoopid. So am I.

It was October and the Indians on a remote reservation asked their new Chief if the coming winter was going to be cold or mild. Since he was a Chief in a modern society he had never been taught the old secrets. When he looked at the sky he couldn't tell what the winter was going to be like.
Nevertheless, to be on the safe side he told his tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the village should collect firewood to be prepared. But being a practical leader, after several days he got an idea. He went to the phone booth, called the National Weather Service and asked, "Is the coming winter going to be cold?" "It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold," the meteorologist at the weather service responded.
So the Chief went back to his people and told them to collect even more firewood in order to be prepared. A week later he called the National Weather Service again. "Does it still look like it is going to be a very cold winter?" "Yes," the man at National Weather Service again replied, "it's going to be a very cold winter."
The Chief again went back to his people and ordered them to collect every scrap of firewood they could find. Two weeks later the Chief called the National Weather Service again. "Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?"
"Absolutely," the man replied. "It's looking more and more like it is going to be one of the coldest winters ever." "How can you be so sure?" the Chief asked. The weatherman replied, "The Indians are collecting firewood like crazy."