December 2010
unscriptedcanonize:
As at 10.07 of 2010, i have made up my mind. I am not doing Law anymore. Fuck law school. FUCKYEAH!
It might change in 2011, but i doubt so.
fucking congratulations are in order ahahaaaaa
“I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you’ll dream dangerously and...”
– Neil Gaiman (via thechocolatebrigade)
V: i’ve always loved this quote for th new yr ^^ HAPPY 2011 everyone ☺ i shall not partake in all th cliche-ness [: hv fun ~ ! (via vanillamarshmallowjam)
listen to your own heart & mind,
not the logic the world sets upon us.
“The pen is mighter than the sword, but only if the pen is held by Chuck Norris.”
– Chuck Norris Facts (via chucknorrisfacts)
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Here's to 2010.
Here’s to 2010, the year everything changed.
Here’s to a year of farewells, and of welcome.
Here’s to a year of utter despair and sheer exultation.
Here’s to a year of losing our paths and rediscovering it again.
Here’s to a year of earth-shattering discoveries.
Here’s to a year of new experiences and new friends.
Here’s to a year of feeling jaded...
Jessica Alba para Elle Magazine USA
lacarpa:
Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road ?
Plato: For the greater good.
Aristotle: To fulfill its nature on the other side.
Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.
Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.
Darwin: It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.
Saddam Hussein: This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.
Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.
Mishima: For the beauty of it. The chicken's extension of its sinuous legs sent shivers of a dark despair into the souls not only of the silently watching hens but also the roosters, who felt a sudden sexual desire for their exquisite comrade. The dark courage of the chicken was as beautiful as drops of dew upon jade at midnight, struck by a partial moon, its light filtered through clouds. One of the deeply aroused roosters could stand the intensity of the moment no more and bit off the head of the beautiful, courageous chicken-hero, whose wine blood was deliciously drunken by the road, and he died.
Camus: The chicken's mother had just died. But this did not really upset him, as any number of witnesses can attest. In fact, he crossed just because the sun got in his eyes.
Martin Luther King: I have a dream that one day chickens can cross the damn road without their motives being questioned.
