Guess what? I'm learning how to meditate. I'm gonna try it later. Ohmmmmm.
Day's been awesome yesterday while hanging out with Hui Shan and Mahesh. We made full use of the shisha session. 3 friggin hours. By then, everyone was so fucking tired from laughing like crazy we zonked.
PS. Computer is all fine now. What happened? My date and time got all mixed up and I ended up in 2009, basically fucking up the entire computer. And I did a scan and found gazillion Trojans humping my computer.
FATE.
Life's all planned out for me. I can't escape what's to come or what won't be coming to me because it's all already written out for me. I can't change things; if I'm meant to be that someone, I'm meant to be.
I usually go, 'fuck that bullshit' whenever I hear 'it's fate, it's fate' but to think about it deeper than my usually packed with nonsense mind, it actually makes sense.
It's almost saying that there's this person up there who write billions of scripts for people's life. Every individual is accounted for and that he spends hours on his table, meticulously writing out specific and detailed events that would happen to every single living being on this planet.
It's funny how life plays with you, you know. I don't want to be all action mama here but I've been trying to identify with this aspect in the longest time, trying to grasp the concept that THERE might be possibility that someone could either hate you pretty much such that he'll fuck your life up by writing horrible events after events making you go through the never ending emotional turmoil over and over again (watched 1408?) or that person could love you soooooo much that you'll be Paris Hilton OR he could probably just treat you like any normal human out of the billions, and give you some low downs and happy as orgasm days.
