Why you shouldn't kill yourself.
My dinner is being prepared as I type, so I'd just zao off halfway for my dinner. Busy lanturn festival, have to run to Rivervale Primary School, then get to my aunt's house.
OK this is lame because no one would get to read this until after I posted it, and I'd post it only when I get home from my aunt's house, which would be around 6hours later, but I don't really care.
I don't even make sense anymore.
Anyway, I'm going to touch on how and why people shouldn't commit suicide. After all, I touched on that topic on..Thursday. Yea.
Point 1: You're one in a million. Maybe a few million. But I'm not talking about songs or anything regarding love and how unique you are as compared to others in the eyes of your beholder. By the way, beholders are zai, level 4 golems leh. Talking about Ancient Empires 2, but this has nothing to do with this topic, which isn't really a topic.
Anyway, I'm talking about people as being one in a few millions because during sexual intercourse, millions of sperms are released into your mum's vagina. Unless you're a test-tube baby, which would end up as the second case.
First case: In your mum's womb, you were a tadpole. OK much smaller than a tadpole. But you were amongst the few millions that charged up to penetrate and fertilize your mum's egg. I remember a rather funny thing regarding Michael Phelps. Something along the lines of him in sperm form, swimming far ahead of his contenders.
And look at him now.
So yea. The point here is, you won a few million sperms, and that's why you're here. It's something to be proud of, to be born into the world. You've already proved your worth.
Second case: If you're a test-tube baby, well, you're the selected sperm. So you already win.
Either way, you denied other sperms a chance to become human. Perhaps the other sperms might become an Olympian, or the next president, but heh, you won it. That says a lot. So you know you're better than a potential president.
You win.
Anything above that makes you feel prouder that you lead a worthy existence? Or that you're proud to know me?
Never mind.
Point 2: You're here for a reason. Maybe the reason is to procreate, maybe with me(if your 23rd pair of chromosome is XX), but there are many other reasons to live on.
Think about the millions of other 'You' that might have been created in your place. You're the best amongst them all, so don't be as condescending as to kill yourself. It leaves the millions of sperms which died in your mum's vagina in shame. They died because you won, and you kill yourself?
Yea, life isn't fair. I understand.
But, um, be the best you can be. What fucked ending is this =.=
Oh and I realized. The 2 points are about the same.
Zomg I'm crapping.
As usual.
Anyway, I'm in love with this song. Don't talk. Shh.
In the MV, Eason is supposedly in love with the microphone. Or whatever it is that records in singing in the studio. Maybe I'm wrong, but heh. Like I care about whether I'm right or wrong.
But I like the song. I don't know why either. Maybe I'm weird.
OK I'm weird.
Back from the lanturn festival celebrations and stuff like that. The first recognizable human being Edward and I saw was Edwin. Talked to him a bit, and he was dang funny.
When asked 'When are you going to perform?', the reply came as 'When the bastard arrives.'
Anyway, I saw my P5 camp person. As in the person who was in my camp group. Caracal..2? I forgot. Yea, she said 'Hi' while I was collecting the 'door gift', which was really rather much of a door gift. It consists of 'My Paper', published on Friday, and many small booklets on First-aid, kNOw drugs, a pack of tissue paper, NEWater, and I forgot. Door gift indeed. So yea, I said 'Hi' back, and she went on to tell her friend beside her about how I hate vegetables. There's something about P5s that makes them repeat jokes and past experiences. OK there's something of that in everyone, when everyone starts discussing yesterday's TV program and how much of a bitch someone in the show is. I hate Kai Qi of the 7PM show on Channel 8 by the way. My sister's comment: Aunty. Awright =.=
So yea, after that Edward saw some people from his P5 camp group. My paedo target was in that group, too. Whoohoo! And Edward wanted her phone number, and being dang bold and ball-ful, I sorta helped him out there. 'He wants your phone number.' Yea and she grabbed the phone and went back to her clique, where they started playing with it.
There was a number though. I'm contemplating whether or not to get it from him.
Forget it. I'd rather not have 2 heartbreaks.
Then after awhile I zao-ed to my aunt's house. Quite fun there, running around with the kids(my cousins, except for some random P5 girl. OK I think she's part of the very extended family, my aunt's husband's sister's daughter. Or maybe it's my aunt's husband's brother's daughter, makes no difference.)
What a long bracket.
So yea, after that we played catching.
My aunt's house quite big, so yea. We limited ourselves to the first floor. The seekers didn't dare to go to the carpark =.=
Quite clever though, they noticed that our slippers were missing. Then concluded that WE WENT OUT OF THE HOUSE. Ah well, but the point was there.
And I shut myself behind the door to the bomb shelter. I knew they couldn't find me, so I left my lightstick at the shutter of the door. Yea. They found me after awhile.
Fun night.
Lanturn festivals always reminds me of certain stuff. I can still remember the exact same pixels that broke my terribly brittle heart. Which reminds me, we're living in an increasingly pixellized world. It's scary how stuff are conveyed through digital means.
Shit. Ah well. It's not like I didn't get over it. It's just that after so long, the memory is still there.
I guess it's a good experience either way.
I'm wondering whether I should jeopardize my emotional well-being or not. Tradition.
-- 9/12/2008 11:10:00 PM