Wow. Air-conditioning
So I was spending some quality time folding a paper airplane during Math lesson. Not that the lesson was boring, but just that my brain had a sudden lapse of judgement and decided that origami would be a much better way to spend time.
Of course, what better ways to celebrate the birth of a new paper airplane with the destruction of it? Chuck it up, let the shit hit the fan and hope it gets stuck, thus lowering the revolving speed of the fan. It's fun, yo.
So now they're going to install air-conditioning shit in our classrooms. Big dealdo. I mean. Yea. What's the point of installing them only now? Seriously weird. And it gives the school a perfect opportunity to fleece us, because the electricity bill would certainly go up. Seriously, the money wasted can be channelled into more useful avenues like, I don't know, PRINTING NOTES AND HOMEWORK FOR US FOR FREE?
Maybe it's just me, but I think everyone has to pay for their own shit, right? And there's not enough toilet paper to go around. We just aren't like ACS(I), where toilet paper is in excess. That's in proportion to the shitters. Oh wait. There's not enough toilet paper in ACS(I) either. They have to clear the heaps of shit moving around the school compound, otherwise known as 'students'.
Never mind. I don't hate that school, serious! Eat shit.
Anyway, I don't have much of a problem with air-conditioned classrooms. This translates into curtains, sound-proof classrooms, mass orgies and taupoks, sex, sex, sex, sex, watching porn via projector, spammage of Rubik's cube, and...I don't know. The list aforementioned is not exhaustive.
Now that sounds more of fun. I like.
I remember I had shit to blog about, but I forgot exactly what do I have a problem with.
Oh yea..hair check.
Gran posed this weird question to me: How do you manage to get your hair cut so short without committing suicide?
I didn't really know how to answer that question. I started casting doubts on my hearing. I didn't reply him anyway. Or even if I did, it's something about not caring about my hair, or how I look. Seriously, stuff like how I look can be likened to how I flush my shit away after I take a dump. I feel a tinge of regret. After all, the shit was part of my digestive system, within me, before egestion took place. And after that, I leave the toilet feeling considerably lighter and all. I mean, it sure is fun feeling much lighter without the weight of those few kilograms of shit within your system. Yes, I shit a lot.
Never mind. I don't know how to go on.
Oh. Another of those emails informing me on my million-dollar pound win in an imaginary lucky draw I didn't take part in. Just die, morons.
I don't have much of a bank account you can take money from. Even if I have, it's with my mother and it's not within my reach, so check out the year of birth I have in my email before shooting me scams, idiots.
And I just heard a rather depressing story. It's a bit edited, because psychiatrist is spelt that way and not phsychiatrist.
Once, there was a man who went to see a psyciatrist. He was very sad all the time. He told him that everytime he was going home from work, he would dread reaching home, and he really didn't have anything to look forweard to, and it has been months since he really laughed.
The psychiatrist replied, well, I would recommend that you go for a good laugh. There is a comedian who has shows every night, and his show is very very funny. It will definitely lighten your mood and make you laugh and forget you worries.
I go there every time I'm depressed too.
Upon hearing that, the man burst into bitter tears.
"I am the comedian."
Seriously, I don't know what to say upon hearing this story. Every so often, we hear stories about how the optimistic chap die first, the person trying to cheer everyone up end up dying first, blah blah.
There are so many depressing stuff on Earth, and why are they here in the first place? Humans enjoy making life hell for themselves.
What's the way out? Does anyone know? What's the point of living? Why do we live when we'd end up dead a few years from now? Is there a reason in living? When and where can it be found?
Allow me this sentence to pray for the quick download of DGM70.
Should we all simply take the plunge, right now, simply because there's no point in living anymore? Death is the great leveller after all. So why bother working hard and all when all you get in return is a grave in which no one would bother looking twice at?
I don't know. Perhaps I'm selfish. I think I am. I just want to try making everyone around me happy. I don't know how successful/suckcessful, but I think I'm not doing that well. Heck. As long as I can put a smile on someone who matters to me, why not?
If doing something can light up someone's life, why not? It's free, you feel much better, it's a win-win situation.
I don't know much about the problems people can face, but I treat all problems as problems. And where there is a problem, there is a root and thus there is a way of tackling the problem. It's just a matter of whether you dare to confront the problem and, uh, tackle the bull by its horns? I don't know. Perhaps there really are problems which may never be solved.
I won't know, and I shouldn't care.
Perhaps I should set up a blog, telling everyone to cheer up in the race against others in life. It's a more meaningful way of spending my life than studying and eating biology notes and doing Math homework.
Aye. DGM70 is loading damn slowly. I'm not desperate to watch if. Yet it's already 37% done. I have homework undone, which needs to be chiong-ed tomorrow.
And now, I'm not suicidal or anything. I hope you're not either.
I think my life's greatest regret would be to have let any of my friends commit suicide. I think I'd get really depressed if I know I'm so useless that I can't stop any of my friends commit suicide.
Just kidding. I have no friends.
Again, all the stuff listed above begs the question: Who guards the guards?
Or: Who guards the guardsmen?
Cheer up already. You have the greatest man on Earth's concern. Feel honoured.
-- 2/18/2008 11:01:00 PM
