Pregnant teachers.
Cat High has a high fertility rate, and it's best advised for aspiring mothers to join the Catholic High family as a teacher. Apparently, Cat High teachers (male and female alike), are able to conceive easily here. Which reminds me of what my senior said. 'Cat High got the cum smell.'
I don't know about rumours, but it is true that we have 2 pregnant-already-given-birth teachers, and both of them are currently on maternity leave. Other married teachers are also labelled 'PREGNANT', perhaps not so much by the gynaecologist, but more of the average student, who thinks that plain fats = signs of pregnancy. But don't take me for my word, I'm a born sceptic. I'd rather spell it as 'skeptic' though, it throws the pronunciation of the word into light. K and C are different.
Heck. I'm sleepy. I should retire for the morning. Sleep is one thing I cannot forgo, or at least, forgo for too long.
My pile of bones, too lazy to move. And I'm hungry at the most appropriate time possible--12.35AM, Wednesday. And the fact that the obnoxiously gay green piece of fabric we pass off as a 'tie' is missing isn't alleviating my hunger pangs.
Damn.
Someone feed me please.
Shall koupe some random person's tie tomorrow. Where there's a will there's a way, and I can't help but be optimistic all the time.
Cheer up. I know I failed my trigo class test, there's no point checking through the skript, no wait I meant 'script', because it's more or less a blank, and I'd be damned if I have 2digits as my marks. The paper's upon 25 by the way.
It's human to be pessimistic at certain points in life where the future seems bleak and you just want to give up. But giving up is not living your life to the fullest, so DON'T. It's ok to be down at times, but not for too long, because you're screwed the moment you stagnate. I may not be the best cheering agent, but you have your friends around you, and I'm quite sure they can suck out your emo-ness. Oops. I just used the word 'emo'. I'd be damned.
One would reach a point where he stops, looks back to evaluate his life, and get screwed by the lorry that bangs him face down. Don't think too much, don't stop walking. Even if you do want to evaluate your life, do so without stopping. And there's no need to feel dirty or regret anything that you'd done or did not do. If you hypothetically did something that you didn't do a few years back, perhaps your life would be in a greater mess. If you didn't, then your life would basically be the same as now. It might be for the better or for the worse, but if you really think that your life is a total mess, now, whatever you try to do a few years back then ,even if you have the power of hindsight, would prove futile, because you're plain unlucky, and are screwed whichever way round.
I believe I added the word 'screwed' in the 'Foe' essay. I love myself for being crude at appropriate times. I have nothing to say. I wasn't trying to rhyme, but never mind. My plot would start off with me hating someone, then fighting, always in conflict with him, how he's my foe, and how I smashed his face, only to realize that that was a mirror, and that the 'foe' I've always had is a mere figment of my ever fertile imagination, as Cat High has fertile soil and therefore we have fertile imaginations.
Man, I love my plot. Plagiarize if you want, it definitely is not cliched. Forgive me for not mastering how to type the e with the ^ on top. Or something of that nature.
I can never drive home across the message that I'm hungry to you people.
Damn.
-- 1/09/2008 12:29:00 AM
