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B is for Random Thursdays

i took the day off today as a mental health day. not that my mental health should be a question since everybody has already wagered that i am in truth and in fact, quite mad.

i'm in an internet cafe right now and as i lift up my head what do i see? logos. one set of logos, plastered everywhere. youtube, apple, howstuffworks, mozilla, hotmail, messenger, facebook.... logos! i laugh, because in this moment i realise... i cannot escape my life. i am forever surrounded by brands and i am in fact... a brand. what am i doing with this brand?

that said.
1. i have a new theory - genetic reincarnation [my friend the artist-scientist says "i don't even
want to hear it" oh but he will]. more on that later. maybe tomorrow pls God. the basic tenant
of the theory is that we were all here before - this genetic code that is walking around,
ordering icecream - and we'll be here again! HA! BATTLESTAR GALACTICA I LOVE YOU!

2. i wonder... whose "brand" of morality are we subscribing to these days? because we all are.
aren't we? there's God's morality, religion's morality, societal morality, peer morality. NO ONE
has personal morality! NO ONE. we like to think that the decisions we make are based on our
own design but who are we kidding (ourselves) and WHY are we kidding (ourselves)?

hmmm... will expand later.
going to go do stuff now... peace n blessings to all and to all a good night.

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  1. oOoOoOoOoOoOoOo..... i cant wait to read more...

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  2. ahh...thoughts...so good to hav them again ^_^

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