ITS A MESSED UP WORLD :p

You have to realize at some point in life that we are humans are slowly changing or as scientists prefer to call it “Evolving”, though its nature taking its due course i have to say there are certain changes of evolution that deeply trouble me

Exhibit A:

But worse still is the whole aspect of Forcing religion onto our future generations without providing adequate support and explanations and as such one shouldnt be shocked when stuff like this happens:

Exhibit B:

Parents! Future Parents and all ye who have been given the right to look after a youngling in your place of residence you should be ready to be accountable for some of these youngin’s behaviours when they grow up… coz you know you had suspicions when you came home and found your “Coitus” scented candles lit by “accident” or because there was a “power shortage”…SO NOT TRUE…and here’s proof :p

Exhibit C:

WARNING:THE CONTENT YOU ARE ABOUT TO VIEW IS IN ESSENCE VERY GRAPHICALLY TRUE, THE SCENES THAT ARE TO BE DISPLAYED SHOULD NOT BE(you know you want to do it as well) replicated:

B my Valentine

Since my Valentine got a computer
My love life has taken a hit.
Nothing I say is important
Unless it’s a byte or a bit.
Before she got her new laptop,
Everything was just fine;
Now she says we can’t talk
Unless we both go online.
“But honey,” I said, “I’m attached to you;
Love is what I feel.”
“That keyword isn’t relevant,”
She said, with eyes of steel.
She clicked the keyboard furiously;
The screen was all she could see,
And then to my horror and shame,
She started describing me:
“Your motherboard needs upgrading;
Your OS needs help, too.
And you definitely need a big heatsink
To cool your CPU.”
“Don’t flame me, my sweet,” I pleaded.
“Not on Valentine’s Day.”
“Fix the bugs, and I’ll see,” she said,
While looking at me with dismay.
“What ever you want, my darling;
Whatever you need; you call it.
I’ll upload or download anything,
And then I’ll go install it.”
(Her hostile CD keeps replaying,
And though I don’t want to fight her,
Is this what I want for a Valentine?
I’ve been burned; can I rewrite her?)
“Are you all hard drive now,” I asked
“Is there no software in you?
Don’t you remember the good times?
Let our memories see us through.”
“LOL,” she said to me, chuckling.
“You’re nothing but adware.
“I’ve got four gigs of memory;
I’ve got no problem there.”
“Please, honey, we can save it,” I said.
“Our love means more than that.”
“That’s not in my cache; we’re going to crash,”
She said, as she turned me down flat.
(This woman has really changed;
Do I really want to chase her?
More and more I’m thinking
It might be nice to erase her.)
“Aw, honey, don’t talk like that,” I said.
“Can’t we just plug and play?
I hereby accept default,
And I’m yours, my love, come what may.
My goal is to make you happy;
I want to be your portal,
But your sudden, distant coldness
Would test the strongest mortal.
If we need a brand new interface,
So we can FTP,
I’m your go along, get along guy,
And I want you to stay with me.”
“If you want to get into my favorites,” she said,
And you want to get past my encryption,
If you want to get through my firewall,
Here is my only prescription.”
“First, put up your own Web site,
And e-mail me when it’s done.
I’ll check your page rank with Google,
And tell you if you’re the one.”
My life has become a real trial,
Since my Valentine got a computer.
If I want her to care about me again,
I guess I’ll have to reboot her.