L1R5 of 33.
Now let me boast about how high I got for my L1R5. I got 33. Woohoo! I can't even go JC =.= anyway I'm not really bothered about that. Since when was I very much bothered about such boring and inconsequential stuff? Instead, I think I made several discoveries today which are definitely much substantial to my well-being than that of my L1R5.
I learnt that I can't think properly if I haven't sang the national anthem, said the pledge and school vision, blah blah.
And who can forget the poignant prayers? They have a spiritual impact on me, and I feel much more awake after it.
Just joking. I'm not a religious person.
But seriously, we were having our Tuesday math remedial shit at 7AM. I sorta just slept through it. I can't think or even stay awake in the wee hours of the morning, yo.
But I felt much better after the national anthem and all. It refreshed me so much, but the period ended and I went back up to class to sleep through physics.
Healthy lifestyle indeed. Even had to tell the physics teacher that we weren't physics students and just want to stay behind to sleep.
A lot.
Anyway we started on reproduction in plants. I never knew that Ms. Saras is so suggestive in her presentation of the powerpoint slides. If I were to quote her I'm sure you people would be rawring in laughter.
The starting was funny enough.
'Now we're going to touch on this boring topic of plants having sex.'
And with suggestive names for plants such as 'Clitoria', I seriously have problems imagining a bright, yellow-less, unsuggestive lesson with our ever-interesting Ms. Saras. She can come up with weird ways of bringing her point across that bees help in the pollination of flowers by 'forcing its way up through the channel'. I think the point that it 'squiggled' came in at some point in time, but I can't recall already. I have a very leaky memory.
Even worse if it's crap. I can't remember crap well. What's your name again?
And Mr. Pong Chong Xin somehow managed to make me laugh out loud. I can't remember what exactly was I saying, but I was referring to my ramrod as 'Eiffel Tower', and he replied with 'Even the WTC crashed.' I can't remember what's so funny on hindsight, but I think it had something to do with the biological meltdown of my..thing.
Screw it. I can't leave it lying in France, it'd get bombed soon enough.
Oh wait..
My friends know who I am. It's rather much of an insider's joke, and I can be assured that people won't attack me lightning rod.
And now I'm logged onto MSN web messenger, the shitty substitute for MSN messenger itself. I seriously don't know what happened, but I somehow can't log in. Never mind. Not that I need MSN LIVE to breathe. Even if it's oxygen, I can respire anaerobically.
Yea right.
And I heard the prophecy that the Earth would be destroyed in year 2012. It's a scary thought, really, knowing that you're going to die, 4years from now. I didn't check it up, but the same people/tribe/prophets also predicted the 911 incident and all.
This begs the question: if you're left with 4years to live, how do you intend to spend these four years?
Is there any point in studying anymore? After all, if I chiong and become some 2pointer shit, I'd still die after NS. I won't even make it to university. So why bother with studying so hard in the first place? Why not just relax, enjoy life as it is?
And I'd really die with a lot of regrets if the end of the world comes in 4years. I mean, I've yet to enjoy full sexual intercourse, I haven't really had a girlfriend, I've yet to save any friends of mine from suicide or self-mutilation, I've yet to be constructive to the society.
Oh wait, let's think of things in a nihilistic point of view. You people do not exist at all. You are just programs and softwares reading my blog. I am the only person alive in my world, and you people are just either 1) a figment of my imagination, or 2) softwares and programs as shown in The Matrix.
So the year 2012 would be the year when I get out of this program, and enter the 'real world'. I don't know, but this school of thought can go on and on and on. I can even start a new religion that states that when you die, you wake up from your dream. And after you die when you woke up from this dream, you wake up from another dream. And so on. You dig?
Oh wait..let's just say that you people are really just pixels created by someone of a higher power and all. Is it then, a sin to rape pixels? Or kill them when they piss me off? After all, when I die, I'd just wake up from this dream and go on to another dream. Geez, this train of thought is leading to terrorism.
But seriously. Do you exist? Are you a living human, and not just some random codes of crap created by some crappy person who wants to treat me like some test subject for some diabolically unknown reasons?
If that's the case, FUCK YOU.
Rawr.
And I think I'm depressed. After all, it says a lot when you can't get horny. And have some weird constricted feeling in the chest. I guess I'm simply living up to my name 'Moody'. And moody people can't get erect.
-- 2/26/2008 08:32:00 PM
