I AM FROM THE FUTURE


This is for my friends who are still in high school who are wondering what a serious life in college is like.

Everything here is twenty years in the future. Everyone wears shiny plastic suits that don't breath. There are cars that hover and people here no longer talk to each other. We just read each others thoguhts using our latent-developed psychic powers of telepathy from our overgrown frontal lobes.

Movies now come in surround-smell and mutant weiner dogs have taken over politics.

Seriously, the reason for this is the international dateline. Frickin obese Santa Claus tripped over it. That's why Rudolph's nose is so red.

Hahahaha. Behold my futuristic prowess and gentlemanly abilities... of the future.

College isn't really all that bad. You'll only always get the feeling like you've performed a lot of effort but it never gets you anywhere (like a threadmill) but that's part of the cycle. It teaches you that life isn't supposed to be fair and it's a universal law that everyone's better than you.

Oh right, I'm supposed to inspire you. Well, the sad truth is that it is the truth. What you can do about it is to teach yourself that you can break free from the sad sad things college can do to you (besides educate you painfully whether you like it or not... more of the not. The future is bright for you and is really seriously what you make out of it.

So yeah, good luck when you get here. The future is bright for you.

And is twenty-years away.... Good Luck.

THE PERFECT GENTLEMAN



Lately, I've been having the urge to make a change. Something that was sort of like a resolution. I mean, it would be for the better, right? I could turn a new leaf, refresh my image. So, I decided to try to become a full-groomed gentleman.

Don't laugh. All the people I've told about it has done that already. I guess I can't be taken too seriously. Sometimes, it's not that great to have a reputation.

So what really triggered this impulsive quest, you say? Well, it all began when I had this friendly date with a girl from my old school. We were at the mall and she said that nature called and wanted to "leave a message". So, she made me hold her very girly handbag and stand by the comfort room entrance. A couple of moments later, two girls came out and the following conversation ensued:

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(Disclaimer: The following dialogue has been cropped to fit my purposes)

Girl 1: Hey Girl 2, look at the guy. He's carrying his girl's handbag for her. Such a gentleman.
Girl 2: Yeah Girl 1. It's so rare to see guys like that. It's such a turn-on.

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Hmm...

Since I figured (using a very fallacious method of hasty generalization which WILL NOT matter to me or you readers >_< ) that this "gentleman" facade has such a positive impact on people, especially the ladies, why not give it a shot and go for broke?

So, laugh if you must, but I'm determined to give myself a new image. Of course, I'm not gonna change completely from the goofy klutz of a clown that everyone has come to know and love (well... sort of), but it would be nice to give a little more depth to Fox Kiddo.

Hehehehe.

After all, it's better safe than never.

Fox Kiddo, out. ^_^

DEATH NOTE


Recently, the Prince of Tennis told me Memento Mori. To those who don't speak Latin, Memento Mori more or less translates to "Remember you will die".

That made me wonder. Of all the things to say, why would he tell me this particular aphorism? Why would I want to think about it? Why would he want me to think about it?

Remember you will die.

Everybody will die, of course, sooner or later. Barney will die, bikini fry-cooks will die, even cockroaches will die, and you and I will die. There might even be a person right now who will die in a few seconds all because of a mistake.

Basically, everyone will die, but very few people want to be reminded of that fact. Maybe it's to tell them that you have to be ready for it, a sort of appeal to live your life to the fullest so that you wouldn't feel that much wasted if ever you'd pass away untimely. Maybe it's to tell you that you should review your own life and try to find a straighter path to walk on.

Whatever the Prince of Tennis' reasons for telling me this, the thought of being reminded of death makes one think deeply about one's life.

If ever I am to die, I would've made sure I'd have lived and appreciated every aspect of my life. I would've died knowing that life was short, but not short enough for me to forget living it happily. Now that I think about it, I would've died knowing that there was someone who reminded me that I will die and I need to prepare for i, someone who reminded me that I cannot just go around, flaunting my life and youth with the plastic air of being immortal or untouchable, someone who reminded
me that I am human.

So thank you, Prince of Tennis. Know that this isn't sarcasm and that the gesture was well recieved and appreciated. Thank you for reminding me that I will die.