Why'm I even banning myself?
I didn't see myself studying yesternight. At all. Was busy watching 'The Golden Path'. So what if I'm not playing the computer? Does that make my holier? NO. So, I might as well come back online. But so what if I came back online? Does it matter? NO.
I might as well eat shit, but that's not very appetizing so never mind.
Either way I'm just blogging for fun. See whether you people would still come back even if I don't sign in to MSN.
Which reminds me of just how bullshitty certain things can get.
I decided to conceal my messages.O levels results would come in on this Thursday. IP students won't need to read this post because it's totally irrelevant to them.
If I study hard, I might be able to get one straight line for my O's cert. But what would my one straight line come from? I'd be stepping on the carcasses of the many who doesn't perform as well as me, right? The point of this whole education system is basically the survival of the fittest, or most talented, hardworking, intelligent of all.
An A1 is not defined by simply '75%'. It can go up or down, depending on the number of students, or overall for that matter.
So if you can get an A1 for anything, it means that you'd just stepped on other peoples' head, turning them into shit. What's the point of this competitiveness? Does it really show the best of human nature? Just because Catholic High is a Band 1 school doesn't mean it's a 'gentlemanly' school, since we'd still be bullying the less academically brilliant. This includes those not-as-good all-girls school.
So what now? If we are to become the 'gentleman and bilingual scholar', we shouldn't even be competing on the grounds of O levels.
This is so hypocritical, and I wish I was dead. A different battleground does not change the fact that it's still a battleground, and that slaughters and killings would still be in place. Not that exciting now, right? It's not just about you, it's about others. And if I were to flunk my O's, I'd have the doctrine of 'being a gentleman by letting others climb on me' to save my dicknity.
Yea right, I'm just a chicken shit.And the fact that people call it the 'Big O's' makes it sound sexciting, but NO, it's killing my boner. I'm stating the fact, I can already feel the bulge in my pants contracting. The mere thought is much worse than watching the clip of shit-eating woman, and that spoke volumes.
Fuck you.I'm always marvelling over the fact that most people can get on with their lives after traumatic things. I'm always left with the smarting pain whenever I recall events that unfolded long ago. I guess I should avoid certain blogs and such. I can't bear to read one anyway, and it's best I don't. It's just stupid if I were to rake up old wounds and memories.
Either way, so happy, I interfere for what shit?
Seriously pointless, I shouldn't be grovelling on the ground.I'm starting to get disillusioned by the world..time for something. Here's a hint for the something. It starts with an 'S', and ends with 'uicide'.
And you people won't bother SMS-ing me because you know that I won't do such stuff because I treasure my life.
And you're right.
Sarcasm intended.
Even if I died, you won't care, so I shouldn't die until you care.I liked reading someone's writings. She has a black blogskin, and she uses black fonts at times to cover certain messages she didn't quite want to get across. Either way, we have some shit to do with the Sec1s that are joining NCC Land. I have nothing to say to them. Piles of batshit.
连Coleridge的诗句也没欣赏 Speaking of shit reminds me of my answers for the biology test. Something about a punctured lung. My reply to that was 'It became more aerodynamic, and blah blah blah'. And a situational writing in which I wrote 'Communicating with such people is a waste of time.' or something of that nature.
I can go die.Wonder how teachers are going to react.
Don't bother talking to me on MSN, I'm not even on.
-- 1/22/2008 07:30:00 PM
