Avocadoes RULE DA WORLD!

Well-written article:

"The Little Green Avocado Book also states that an acre of avocado trees can yield more food than an acre of any other tree crop. Imagine the ecological implications--a perfectly healthful “meaty” food which requires 1/200th or less of the acreage needed by the cattle industry for a comparable yield in pounds, posing no pollution problems--and no carnage! Worried about mad cow disease?--eat raw avocados, seeds and nuts and stay sane and mentally keen! "

http://www.living-foods.com/articles/avocadoarticle.html


I enjoyed the raw avocado today. ^_^

Purely a Ridding process

Q1. What kind of career would you consider? (refer to Q2)
A1: Journalism, Environmentalist, Physical-Trainer, Veterinary, Lab Technician, Film-making, Hospitality and Tourism.

Follow-up
a) what kind of qualifications are required for the job?
b) Do you think you can handle the job on a long term basis?

Q2. What kind of career don't you wish to pursue?
A2: Butcher, Fisherman, NS, Salesman, IT Technician, Engineer, Teacher, Singer, Clerk, Business, Researcher.

Currently it all boils down to realistic expectations.

Psycho-pictography

I'm reading this book by Vernon Howard upon recommendation by a friend. I think I really needed it, so I took up the recommendation. After all, it's not true that everyone can cope with rejection as it comes. It's not something to be glorious about. But the real me doesn't think I should just cover it up as a vulnerable spot.

I'm just thinking over it. Although I'm trying not to think about the crisis for the moment. Really, I can't blame anyone, except for myself and how I controlled my emotions.

If no one cheers me on...

It is always a challenge to scrape together my thoughts to cough up a reflection of my current life. Even more challenging is finding joy at the dull lack of milestones in my life. In contrast, the newspaper, which involve collective human experiences is much more interesting. Asking a girl out becomes a challenge, second to asking a friend out. Then there's always the basal dread of long-term commitments towards my goals and ambitions. I wonder why often, I inevitably find myself -freaking hell- worrying about today, and not enjoying my life to the fullest. Yes, I'm sulking here. My little hiding place.

Meanwhile, I have got things to do (On my own). I have gotten all too comfortable in my current life - it's easy to get depressed. If no one will encourage me on, at least I can conjure up an imaginary friend (light a match like the matchstick girl) that says with a little voice: "C'mon ZH, it's only a quarter in your life journey. You've GOT to pull up your socks!!"

Embrace your dreams. do not leave room for doubt

it's funny, bcos sometimes i hate the text i'm just hammering right down.

I REALLY HATE MY STYLE OF WRITING. A read of past entries, just make me want to puke, vomit-blood, slap my thigh and laugh hysterically.

It's just the BLATANT LACK OF CAPS, and PHOTOS amid the sterile text. The text is lost, and longs to cling for the mother picture. The text is raw material that has no fixed form. It does not crawl to a Stop. It travels nowhere. And it suffers relentless abuse from your eye-gazing, your restless cursor - just stop - hovering - over me right now, or I'll - get angry. . . *there's no point in this entry*

and so it ends

TOKYO!

Last evening, I watched TOKYO! a film of 3 shorts, Interior Design by Michel Gondry.

The first film held my attention considerably. It was about a young woman, whom under dire circumstances, gains the ability to turn into a chair. Driving outside in the rain, the female protagonist Hiroko with her director boyfriend are looking for a place to stay in Tokyo. They put up temporarily at her friend's small apartment. A series of pressurising events follow as they look for a place to stay with little success. The boyfriend takes up a gift-wrapping job to pay a parking fine, and meanwhile their car and filming equipment are towed away. After a screening of the film, Hiroko finds herself a liability as 'the girlfriend' as the boyfriend gets his shot at fame.


Merde was a rather eccentric film, showing how an eccentric character can inject mass mayhem onto the streets of Tokyo. This disgustingly foul, bearded man with a milky eye emerged from the sewers, walking in an uncharacteristic gait grabbing anything in his path. He was captured subsequently with draggy court proceedings. The effect on the masses were pro-merde and anti-merde groups that were reminiscent of human rights activists. And a possible sequel? Oh No!


Shaking Tokyo is about the life of a hikikomori and how he decides to go after a pizza end delivery girl one day, only to find out that she's another hikikomori. This strange subculture is explored in detail. I can't believe ppl can lead such sad, antisocial lives. And only in the advent of a disaster, such as an earthquake, be temporarily awakened to reality.