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That's right folks. If next time you come to me asking why, remember, that.

Have a look at it, here.

Folks, meet my new 12-24mm lens. It's wide, it's sturdy, and it's dope. This thing just screams.

Life is about making choices. And mistakes. But sometimes, there are just some mistakes that I know it's a mistake, but I still had to do it because only then I know for sure that it was indeed, a mistake. It is not a cycle, but more like random dots.
And there are degrees of mistakes.

Yet, more importantly is the ability to stop when committing a mistake. This is what I called a Brake theory. It is a function of time of which the variable depends on friction coefficients of two surfaces.
It not only tells me that I had gone too far, but also helps me to stop .

This withdrawal point is actually instantaneous (like snap!). It is when dy/dx=0. It's a turning point. True enough, the consequences of this circumstance depends solely on the degrees of mistakes. But the scale is immeasurable. It is unknown. The only way to guesstimate is to look back in retrospect and evaluate the possible repercussions. Point is,

I am telling you now. Do not do this. You are making a mistake.

Sometimes I just like the possibilities, but never the outcome.
And, it can be very deceiving out there. I hope, one day, I could look back and connect the dots with great bliss.

"Hope, deceiving as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route."
-Francois de La Rochefoucauld

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

-Pablo Neruda

Why are you so angry?
Everything I said is wrong..
Everything I do is not good enough..
Why can't things last?
Where did all the happiness go?

I don't understand.
I don't.

I'm trying. I really am. But I guess you just didn't see that.

Now get this,

1. There is a Mathematical Society of Traffic Flow in Japan. I bet their president is some dude who just pissed off with the traffic and at the same time good at math.

2. Cool thing is, they simulated how traffic jam occurred out of nothing. Tom Cruise was right after all, the traffic is like a living organism that moves like a "shockwave". The explanation however, is simple. Varying speed of vehicles. Or some asshole on a cellphone. See below.

sometimes i feel like a great football player
who has trained his entire life
to learn every new skill
to dribble, shoot and score
& dream up how the crowds would cheer
& how the opponent would envy
everytime i shoot a goal
yet sometimes i feel like an idiot
because at every match
i sit at a bench
as a substitute

thus sometimes i wish
i could just retire
and pass the baton to someone else
who is younger
& more skillful
& more energetic
yet i persevere
even the time wasted
& the emotional baggage
is more painful than
a torn ligament

i stay persistent because
this is my ambition
my desire, my passion
and i dont want to suffer
because at the end, i know
people who suffer the most
are those who dont know
what they want

While I was creeping to get some golds in DotA , suddenly I thought of a few economics problems of nation scale which lead to me asking these questions to myself.

1. Are we blaming the government for our lack on income?
2. Are we jealous of certain connected people getting rich?
3. Do we just want to see, for once, politicians that are not rich, like that Afghan President? or,
4. Are we so blinded by what the world has to offer, that we forgot about life afterwards.

(Before that I was reading a blog about the accusations of corruptions in government)

I paused DotA at point number four because at this junction, I think, religion does matter.
Ergo, the question of Efficiency vs Fairness stops here.

I'm thinking of too much politics.
Alas, back to DotA mode. Later, bitches.