Ooh, A.maths screwed.
So as usual, I was having my normal beauty sleep in the morning from 6.30-7.30. But I was rudely awoken by Adarrel, who found it amusing to read bio notes out loud. How considerate. But upon waking up, I realized that everyone else was mugging. I guess I'm the only person who dares to look at Death in the eyes, and await its claim over me.Even after assembly, some random classmate of mine (I forgot who) came up to me and made the comment 'Eh why you so relax?'
I'm never stumped by such questions. I'm quick witted. My retort was something along the lines of 'I'd rather die just like that than put up a fight and die anyway. I don't fear.' Cool answer, stupid attitude.
So the whole class died for A.maths or something. I think the whole class. Yea. So I was rather happy. I mean, it's better to die as a class than to die alone. But then again there'd be those bastards walking around saying that they're so going to fail, but end up with 30/30 anyway. Fuck them.
So after the fiasco, we had bio test, which was quite easy. But then again I say that for almost every paper, yet turn up failing them anyway. Let's not place any bets.
And I went home with a $2 rubix cube. I was hell-bent on mastering it without any reference to any sort of formula, and I stuck true to it. I mean, what's the point of learning how to solve it when others are solving it in the same way as you? How many people out there who are cubers can say that 'I mastered the cube myself without any reference to formulas'? Not many, I guess. Humans are lazy--they won't want to cook their own food if the alternative is cooked food. Therefore, I set out to conquer the 3 by 3.
And what a fucking waste of $2, I knew it'd be poor quality(hard to turn), but I didn't expect it to break like within 8hours?
Dang. I even took a picture of it to show you people.
Does this look remotely like a cube to you? Screw it.
Anyway, I planned to write a long post about self-mutilation, but I think it can be summed up in a 3 words--Don't do it. Doing it would bring you respite, but respites are all temporary. Why live on with scars when handphones are in existence? How hard can it be to call tinklefriends? Or me, for that matter? Or SMS? Why leave scars on your otherwise perfect arm? Don't do it. I can't emphasize this enough. Don't do it. The pain you felt might be unprecedented, but why be the cut just because it's unprecedented? Why not show how strong you are by bearing the unbearable? Or smile through the unbearable?
Aye. I can't say anything. I'm in no position to judge, because I've yet to experience the worst of what life has in store for me.
Let's just remain optimistic.
And I know my Higher Chinese paper would be screwed up, but I don't really care. I think I'd get a better cube. Or koupe one. Then have fun masturbating and using my jizm as lubricant for the cube. By the way if you have a cube, don't read the above and just lend it to me if I ask.
-- 1/31/2008 11:11:00 PM