I think I want to rant about something.

The world lacks time. There isn't enough time to do the things you want to do. I just want enough time to sleep, to study and to surf the Net!! I just need more time!! ARgH!!

What it means to be human?

I find that question rather hard to answer. Its got something to do beyond breathing, walking and thinking. Look, thinking is all well and wonderful, only the greatest of all philosophers understand its true value, but then again, what does it mean to be human? For it seems that thought is merely reserved for the intellectuals and philosophers, where does it leave us simple plebians? The mysteries of the world is not meant to be discern by simple people like us, and sue me for not justifying ourselves with our power of thought, and that not all men have the same intellect.

To be human is to feel, no human is incapable of being emotionless. To live and enjoy the sun in the sky, to breathe and smell the salty sea breeze, and to run and trail your hands in the grass like in Gladiator. And to feel is the greatest part of being human then. Nothing is worth it if you don't feel happy, content or satisfied. And perhaps the greatest emotion of them all is love, and to love is surrender all thought, logic, rationality and worldy worries to the wind, and love with all your heart, and all your worth. In the words of Robert Frost, "We love the things we love for what they are."

"What I have learned as I have matured...

I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.

I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just assholes.

I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.

I've learned that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you'd better have a big willy or huge boobs.

I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you think.

I've learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you're finished.

I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities.

I've learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades, and there had better be a lot of money to take its place.

I've learned that 99% of the time when something isn't working in your house, one of your kids did it

I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away.

Education has took a turn for the worse. Perhaps I am all too skeptical about the way my mind was allegedly moulded when I was a child, but I claim much of my learning, not to endless hours in front of a blackboard wheezing over chalkdust or droning of lecturers in a sub-zero hall crammed full of sardines of students, but rather from television and books, and in much later point of my life, the Internet.

Although one can claim, television never taught you trigonometry, stochiometry, dynamics or other "supposedly" need-to-know-knowledge, I can always remember watching Sesame Street where I would learn new letters, how to spell, how to count and all that is the basis for my education years down the road. It was a first idea of a dynamic education, where learning was fun and something to look forward to. Then something happened, it has six letters and rhymes with fool, and its definitely not cool.

Thinking back, I wondered what I had learnt thoughout my education years. Math is just a pointless game with rules, and language is just something I picked up through using it more and reading more books. And for those factual stuff, its all from books. The stuff I remember now is not the stuff I picked up in classes but from interesting reads from everywhere. Education, what's the point? Is education to teach facts or teach people how to think? Because the way education is going now, its simply to get more As and nothing more. And that is nothing because, and I quote, "Sesame Street has been brought to you by the letter A... and the number 1."

When I sit beneath the stars,
With you by my side,
I wish the morning sun would never rise,
I wish that moment last eternal,
I wish we could smile always,
Together.

I've just discovered the joy of listening to the London Symphony Orchestra. Was it Canon in D or Schubert's unfinished symphony that whetted my appetite? Was it the classy smooth feeling brought upon by Dance of the Nutcracker or the passion in Beethoven's Symphony No. 5? No. It was just simply, Super Mario Brothers theme song and Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson.

This is the modern day orchestral pieces for the modern day humble village idiot who can't tell the difference between Bach and Mozart, and can't even spell Tchaikovsky.

Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Travelling has been revolutionised over the past 50 years, with the coming of commercial airways. Travelling by air has become a lot cheaper, with many simple, plebian common folk travelling alongside the people in business suits all over the world. All this affordability of air travel has also increased the widespreadness of many families. One's father may work in America, come back to Asia where the kids are, meet their grandparents in Europe over the school holidays, and have a holiday in Australia when they feel like it. However the accessibility of air travel has brought upon a very grave problem. It has become the bane of many air passengers, and no it is not the dreaded overbooking or overcrowding of flights. Its the baby factor.

Parents these days, put their entire faith in the airlines, even though there were medical advice not to bring pregnant women and children below the age of one on board an aircraft. It seems to me that this advice has not only been ignored, but stamped upon, down-trodden and has now become somewhat of an old-wives tale. The difference in pressure would cause certain discomfort to young children, and may rupture eardrums should the child be very young. However the purpose of this little rant is not to expose the health dangers posed towards young children during air travel, but rather to the social dangers posed by young children during air travel.

Young children here, are defined clearly as below the age of 7. Because up to this age, they do not know how to handle changes in cabin pressure, the turbulence felt by the plane and finally the sacred art of sitting still quietly. Nothing can be more annoying than settling down for a long trip ahead of many hours in a cramp seat and being served food that tastes like plastic. To add to this annoyance, there would be a young couple who just had a baby and they are unable to silence his incessant wails over the pain in his ears. This wailing can be heard over the low droning of the engines, and one has to admit that the plane's engines are already pretty loud. And just when you thought the baby has settled down, the pitch picks up again like a wailing siren in a never-ending cycle.

This is not the worse of all banes faced by any normal air traveller. Behold the greatest of all when there is a hyperactive 6-year old sitting behind you with lungs as powerful as Madonna, and has an aspiration to become the next David Beckham. Perhaps politeness was the thing that saved that little monster that day from a death most gruesome. Sitting there for nearly 90 minutes with incessant pounding and kicking, and a voice singing whatever nursery rhymes really does tests ones patience, and it is a miracle that the kid's head was still attached to his shoulders after the flight. I could also say the same for the plebian mother of the brat who did not do anything to restrain the devil from spreading discomfort among their fellow passengers.

I would put forth a proposal that all children below the age of 7 be barred from travelling due to consideration for other people. If this course is unacceptable by parents and by the UN convention that borders must be dismantled to reunite parent and child, I would therefore appreciate it very much if these children were restrained properly, i.e. the use of straightjackets and solitary confinement cells. Sedation may also be a good idea, however chemicals may be unacceptable by certain parents who would stress that additives would retard their already retarded brats.Maybe another solution would be to cryogenically freeze these children in ice cubes and shoot them across the world from some orbital gun.

All these methods are proposed because firstly it would mean more comfortable air travelling for many other passengers who were considerate enough not to have or bring children travelling with them and also less hassle for parents who have to control these hyperactive beings. The other advantages are boundless, more space in a plane to carry passengers, and that would mean saving on fuel and planes and increasing revenue for airline companies. It all begins with the simple restraint of little children.

If you would do anything for a girl you love, and she asks you to forget about her, what do you do?