On Waiting
I’m waiting. For tomorrow night; I’m waiting. I’ve been waiting for too long so far. For far too many things.
I’m waiting. For tomorrow night; I’m waiting. I’ve been waiting for too long so far. For far too many things.
Oh God, this actually managed to perk me up post-exams! You have to watch this!

Why, hello there, Mr POTUS No. 44.
Ever since I read ‘Dreams From My Father’ (post-Oprah appearance) over a year ago, I’ve always wished he would run for presidency. Clearly, my gift in foresight (!) applies better when it comes to prominent people, for now, as I look at my textbook, I grimace at that half-day off I took to watch the elections unfold with much bated breath. For that would mean I may have to bear greater weightage on my audacity of (academic) hope.
And despite his gracious conciliatory speech, McCain - who has always struck me as a good honest guy with bad taste in running mates (as if the mere choice was for a deliberate loss) - was never the better candidate. He nonetheless has my vote for being exemplary in light of his defeat. That in itself, however, will not stop me from putting this ridiculous picture of him up:
Clearly that man can hardly control his (mechanical) excitement. Haha!