Seriously, some people are just so ill-mannered!

While I know I may not exactly be the epitome of perfect politness, at least try to monitor your usage of words on specific chatting platforms.

Certain phrases and words, when poorly employed, seem CURT and utterly DESPICABLE.

See? I just gave you an example with my use of the word 'despicable'.

Please. You've studied English laguage. You'll have the grace to know how powerful certain words are.

That's why there can never be a total substitution of words for another.

And while we are at it, let's go onto hypocrisy.

You on the other end of the screen! Stop sneering! I am sure you have been a hypocrite once in you life.
What? You haven't?
My god, are you an angel or something? Divine being! Help me ace my exams!

I really hate how some people can stand to make cutting remarks to another on a daily basis cannot stand having the truth thrown in their faces.

Please go to a store and buy youself a mirror. The bitch you cursed at the morning is your reflection.

Well, about my reflection...

I see Nagini! (For those who don't read Harry Potter, don't ask).

Three things I need to complete by the end of today:

1) Stop acting like a besotted fangirl.

Yeah, I love blood and vampires.

Particularly vampires, so I find that once I read a Vampire Knight fanfic, I can't stop.

Urgghh.

2) Stop feeling the urge to suqeal whenever a vampire comes onto the screen.

Notes: reaction used to occur after a particular piece of fulfillment (read: writer's euphoria0. Is it -gasp- infactuation????!

I deny all counts of being a normal, squealy, desperate girl! I'm not a bimbo!

...Not yet anyway.

Do bimbos talk intelligently about lawsuits and politics?

3) Work.

As in, stop going online and actually do homework.

And clear my desk. It's strewn with papers.

4)STUDY.

ESPECIALLY CHINESE.

...Can't concentrate at night...I swear I am a vampire.

Because the Sun is the worst celestial entity in the whole world of existance.

Hm, maybe I should make that my new favourite saying.

Have you ever had the experience of browsing a shop, finding a really nice and attractive peice you like, 0nly to buy it and go home to realise that it only looks good on the display/mannequin/hanger/stud holder?

I have been a victim of this.

But have you ever found something that looks moderately attractive, or normal on the hanger, thinking what-the-heck, buying it, only to get home to realise that, hell, it looks great on you!

I have...today.

My new dagger stud earrings. =D

$1.90 only summore.

Suits me better than those endless hoop/horrible hearts/stars/circles/whatever abominable girly shape they can come up with earrings!

Was DELIGHTED to find something that suits me so well. It's not even girly!

YAY DAGGERS!

(too bad I can't get the real thing. Oh well.)

Anyway, I went to Parkway to get my glasses fixed. Turned out that it was the frame which had cracks in it (due to rough handling, said the optician) and I can buy a new one.

Still blue colour...because I realised that silver frames made me look like a science student who forgot to take down her goggles after a horrible science experiment, probably involving chmicals exploding or dancing frogs.

Still dunno whether I will be able to wear contact lens...

I wish I was born blind.

So what if I can't learn or remember? So what if I can't type? So what if I'll lose everything? So what if I can't study literature?

It is a pity that humans are such ignorant cowards, they need beauty to tell them the ugly side of things.

Art-- one of the faces of truth. The artist tries to render his opinion through his paintings. Everybrushstoke is crafted with a piece of him. Yet, because of depictions less than beautiful -corruped monks dipping into stashes of gold and silver instead ofbeing piour persons- cause them to burn effigies of one another.

Foolish.

Is our need for a sense of comfort, of security so great we even go to lengths to blind ourselves and lie that the world is still a beautiful one, where birds sing their song to welcome the dawn and flowers scent ladies' hair?

The beauty of this world? I don't see it. Sure, there are friendships and kinships, but they are so easily broken. The passing on of a person to an entirely different world can break it, like silk threads from a spiderweb.

I'd rather be born blind than to see this flagrant ignorance and the stubborness in people refusing to see the truth. I hate it, because I claim I am an artist, and am more emotional than the rest. I hate that I see thingd deeper than what ordinary people usually see.

Now when I see an old woman, stooped by the burdens of society and clad with shampoo and numerous chemicals used to maintain the monster she calls beauty, squinting her unequally sized eyes at me as she launches herself into a harangue, I no longer feel anger. Sure, there's irritation, but pity is such a powerful thing. Condescension is just a step away.

Because, my dear, though medicine has improveed since the medieval times, and you can now correct your eyesight by lasik, you can't undo it. Ever heard of these eyedrops which help prevent the worsening of myopia? You don't? You poor, overeducated person from local university.

Schools believe that they teach us all that is essential. However, they only teach us stuff society defines as 'important'. What about corruption? Arguments? Persuasion? Friendship?

They never really teach us stuff we really need to know.

Whenever I see an elder preaching himself when he got most of the basic facts wrong, I feel overwhelmingly annoyed. Why doesm't the old listen? DO they think it'a below them to listen to someone below their station? Hypocritical and ugly, you call this description. Well, in the Stone age, did men ever listen to their wives (or livestock for that matter)?

Yes, you are old, but does that give you a right to hold that over us? Yes, I am young, but does that give me a right to commit treason and other unreasonable acts? Why do old people get to lord it over us, yet the younger generation must remain submissive?

I hate this world, where age is NOT but a number. I hate this world, where it judges a person's sense, intelligence and capability by age. I hate this world, where it demands absolute respect for the elders, such that the younger ones can't even sit down on the bus when they are tired. I hate this world, for though the old suffer pains we don't know, they have long forgotten that their world then was vastly different from ours, where inflation was controlled and there was plenty of childhood games for all. I hate this world, where you have to remain competitive and even step on people's hand and feet (even your loved ones) just to survive.

You call this a society? I call this the behaviour of beasts.

See? We didn't really evolve much over the last milennia.

A hundred years of evolution and knowledge, and we are stabbed in the arse by our creations.

I wish I was born blind so I could be a coward, just like these people, and grumble all day about the rambunctiousness of teens and moan about my pains. I wish I couldn't see at all, because now I realise seeing things as they are is bad enough, seeing things not at a superficial level, but from a different perspective made it worse. There is completely no point in my ability.

I wish the world was born blind, for now even with eyes, they are still staring at darkness and unrecognisable shapes, trying to use their tempers and shortcomings to limit people.
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From young I was a faithful believer, reading the holy texts and praying every opportunity I got. I was proud of it. Ignorance was such bliss, until at the young age of 8 I tried to see things from an outsider's point of view. My intent? To try and 'guide' these 'lost' people.

I discovered a world of questions and no answers. I discovered violence and abuse. I discovered deeds and bias shown promeniently even in the texts.

I was disappointed.

From that day on, I am a Believer of circumstance, I am a backstabber, a greedy person with poor self esteem who only prays to get power.

I hate the person I've become.

I'll even go as far as to say I'd wish I never was born to this ungrateful and faceless world with millions of faces and not a single sincere smile.

P.S. I'm not gonna commit suicide. It's pointless, and I figure that the world can do without another dead body in the obituary and more grief. I figured the world can do without another survey, conducted out of shock, pondering about the suicidal nture of angsty teens.

Yes, you don't understand. For emotions are a tricky thing.

I'll tell you what made that problem seem so simple when you look back upon it: You're in a comfortable environment, safe from repurcussions and stress. Of course you'll think differently. It's the same as a rich man thinking about how simple the porblems faced by debtors were to solve. Their rise to power and monetary assets made them more confident.

Think about it.

So I forgot everyone's journals in the classroom. Just realised it when I sat down in front of this computer and started typing. Ah! I hope the cleaner doesn't take iot away...

People, pray for me. Because I know I don't want to be assmilated yet.

Speaking of which, I found this lovely song called 'insanity' by Oingo Boingo. Aside from the weird name, I found that the song was very meaningful to me because of how the songwriter chooses to express his views on Insanity. Hypocrisy, and the sins of the world, or how man realises the ugliness of the world when he 'wanders away from the flock'. The terrible things he sees are contagious, gradually spreading over the world like a sickness, like insanity.

It's a bit on the dark side (quite disturbing -- not for the faint of heart), but I like it =D. The chorus (not very scary, but I like the description and stuff. Haunting melody) rocks!

All around the world now
Like a big bright cherry cloud
Traveling from home to home
TV sets and telephones
Here it comes just like a storm
Bathe in it and be reborn
Time to let the world know
Welcome madness say hello
Like a wave we cannot see
Washing over you and me
Hiding here and hiding there
Madness hiding everywhere
Such a curiosity
Here it comes to set us free
Plenty left for you and me
Say hello insanity

P.S. The script below has been grammatrically altered to be accurate.

1 The first person who tagged/passed this to you is?
Kah Yong...for some unknow reason. It's ok, "action-reaction!" *smirk*

#2Your relationship with him/her?
Are you insinuating something? I can sue you for libel, you know.
He's my classmatre, resident chairman, not yet a friend (because, admittedly, I don't know him well) but I would like to be friends =D Broaden those connections...

And yes, platonic connections, you bloody perverts on the other side of the screen *aims a kitchen chopper from noweher at perverts* Now where was I?

Oh, right...the questions. Next!

#3Your first impression of her/him?
He seems quite smart...because he beats me in Math and I am ashamed to say that as a competitive person, it PISSES ME OFF. Ok, it doesn't, that statement is an essageration. I still await the day I can score full marks for Math EOY.

#4 The most memorable thing he/she had done for you ?
He didn't really do much for me... nothing. Well, I suppose he helps me by handing in his work on time so I don't have to climb up the accursed stairs to hand up a lone piece of journal...speaking of which, AHH! SHIT! I LEFT SOMEONE'S IN CLASS! CRAP CRAP CRAP!

Tip Of the Day: When you want to hand in late work, approach me when I'm in a good mood (for the benefit of me and your physcological wellness). Or even better, hand it in YOURSELF.

#5 The most memorable thing he/she had said to you?
He and I barely talk in class.

#6 If he/she becomes your lover, you will ?
I will? I will WHAT? Do you mean to ask how I would treat him?
I will just treat him like how I treat all my current (girl) friends, engage them in conversation about politics, current issues, human pshycology, philosophy, how that teacher stinks... He'll definitely get plenty of practice with English Literature (Yes! A new proofreader!).

He'll just hvae to tolerate me and my quirks (I realise I am talking about my ideal...half. Never mind, I went out of topic).

#7 If he/she become your lover, thing he/she has to improve on will be ?

I don't know him that well...Maybe his argumentative and persuasive skills, you will have to rebutt me in debates.

The honest answer? I don't know.

Don't even try to misinterpret this, or you'll be at the receiving end of my whacks. (I need to improve on my upper arm strength anyway).

#8 If he/she became your enemy, you will ?
Define 'enemy'.

Well, if it's someone I dislike, then...

Ignore him. Depends whether he antagonises me or not...let's just say that revenge DOES take a while to formulate, and when I do, you'd better watch out on both legal and business grounds.

But it's impossible to be enemies with someone you don't know well. I generally give people chances...unless they really deserve it. Such people who really deserve it are men who objectify women, rape children, buy women, abusive husbands...

#9 If he/she became your enemy, the reason will be ?
He does not see me as an equal, both in legal and human rights. Or if he is the backstabbing type of slimy git...which I think Kah Yong isn't. I hope so, anyway.
#10 What do you desire to do for him/her?
I don't like the tone of of this question.
.#11 Your overall impression of him/her is ?
He's smart and hardworking (quite) nerdy (dunno lah, that's the image I get0... Soccer loving... Oh! He's a guy!

My pathetic attempt at humour failed miserably.
#12 How do you think people around you will feel about you ?
They think that I am more emotional than the rest and am too impatient. They also think I have comflicting personalities and that I am good at English. Which I am not, judging by the uncompleted scraps of poetry on my computer. (No metaphors...no meter...no diction...no rhythm! TERRIBLE!)
#13 What do you like about youself?
I am competitive in the things I do well in. I am able to look at other's experiences and learn from them. I am determined and too honest. I am passionate and intelligent. I wish I could say that I am pretty, but I'm not. I can be quite perceptive sometimes (about the mindset of an individual)
#14 On the contrary, the characteristics you hate about yourself are ?
I have moodswings. I hate crying , even qwhewn I try to control it but the annoying tears come out anyway. I don't really like my emotions. I'm too direct (so I say everything that come to mind, you can count on me to be honest). I hate my mask. Oh, and physical appearance too (my height, for example. I HATE MY HEIGHT, I WISH I WAS TALLER). Oh, and my inability to concentrate when I'm fixated on something -looks pointedly at bio notes* My bad chinese.
#15 The most ideal person you want to be is ?
Perceptive, highly gifted genius who is blessed in everything (including looks and grace). Multilingual and musically inclined. In short, the perfect person...without having to suffer to consequences.

Yes, I'm selfish.
#16 For people that care and like you, say something to them ?
Thanks for sticking with me...but this isn't a sob story. I am fortunate to be blessed with you guys.
#17 Pass this quiz to 10 persons you wish to know how they feel about you.
1. Yeo Xin Yi. You aren't gonna get out of this one.
2. Hui Ting! Muahahah!
3. Wei Qi
4. Zhi Qi
5. Kai Ting
6. Chin Yee
7. Kah Yong (paying back the favour...hehhehheh)
8. God!
9. Angelica (ues, you who is sitting next to me)
10. Xin Hui

#18 Who is no.6 having a relationship with ?
Romantic? I don't think she's attached. She's single and unavailable!
#19 Is no.9 a male or female ?
In between *snickers*
Ok, she a female, I'm not that mean.
#20 If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?
I dunno. Were they a rumoured couple?

They would get along admirably...as friends.

Honestly, I'm not a matchmaker! Geez!
#21 What is no.2 studying?
Some St John's stuff I suppose...there's the bio test on friday, so I suppose....Bio.

#22 When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?
Today.
#23 What kind of music band does no.8 like?
He likes listening to the angels' choir, I suppose. And the churches signing praises of him!
#24 Does no.1 have any siblings?
Yes. Her sister.
#25 Will you woo no.3?
I'm perfectly straight. So no.
#26 How about no.7?
God hates me.

I don't know, I don't know him well yet!
So no.
#27 Is no.4 single?
I think so?
#28 What is the surname of no.5?
Chan! Kai Ting-chan!
#29 What's the hobby of no.10?
Playing Volleyball? Chatting with friends? I dunno. Her anme just popped out at me.
#30 Does no.5 and 9 get along well?
They don't know each other.
#31 Where is no.2 studying at?
CCHMS= Cruel Chinese Hell-Made School.
#32 Say something casual about no.1.
She's a good listener and an even better preacher.
#33 Have you tried developing feelings for no.6 ?
****! I toklf you so many ****ing times I'm straight!
#34 Where does no.9 live at?
Sengkang
#35 What colour does no.4 like ?
Sorry, dunno haha.
#36 Are no.1 and 5 best friends?
They don't know each other.
#37 Does no.1 have any pets?
Yes, a scruffy furry rabbit (which kinda looks like a dog).
No.#38 Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?
God really hates me. HOW THE HELL WOULD I KNOW?

...Maybe in someone else's eyes.

Kah Yong, if you are reading this, I give my humblest apologies for the next statement I am going to make. I think you look average. *bows in apology*

#39 What is no. 6 doing now?
Probably reading.

La Belle Dame Sans Merci
John Keats (1795-1821)

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever dew;
And on thy cheek a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful - a faery's child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sideways would she lean, and sing
A faery's song.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look'd at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew;
And sure in language strange she said -
'I love thee true.'

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she gazed, and sighed deep,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
So kiss'd to sleep.

And there we slumber'd on the moss,
And there I dream'd - Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream'd
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings, and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried - 'La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!'

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke, and found me here
On the cold hill side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.

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The lady without mercy.

Love that peom, dunno why.

I'm gonna post the list of poems before I lose it, because I just KNOW I will.

James Stephnes, The Snare
W.H. Auden, Say this city has ten thousand souls
Wilfred Owen, Anthem for the Doomed Youth
William Blake, The Sick Rose (read this before! Cheers to William Blake for Songs of Innocence and Experience!!!)
Edward Brock, Five Ways to Kill a Man
John Clare, I Am

I may have failed, but that doesn't mean I am going to sit there and cry, because I know I am stronger than that. It has served to be a very useful wakeup call. Thanks, God. No thanks for the impact on my CA marks though.

(smirks). Because the world is all but a place to manipulate, and I just have to achieve what I want, even if there has to be victims or people I need to step on.

There's a price to pay for ambition. I am willing to lose my soul for it, and be damned to hell, but I've achieved and will therefore have no regrets.

Perhaps one day I will be no different from the inmates in prison cells with gaunt faces, their bodies a personal reflection of the grotsque crimes they commited, or didn't commit. The innocents who go to jail anyway because of the unfairness of the world, and the currupotion of government.

Maybe one day I'll be the angel sent to resque them...either by honest release back to vicious society, or the angel of Death, which brings them a void where they can be free from the burdens of man.

I shall not succumb to any weakness.

It's better to be normal, because adolescence is about fitting in rather than standing out.

So anyway, Today's run was quite ok. At first I did not want to run, thinking that it would be a waste of my effort (besides, there's no point since I completely suck at it and I wouldn't get a prize anyway, no merits = completely pointless). Somehow I ended up jogging at my normal 2.4km run speed.

I didn't even pant for the first half of the run...until the turnabout thee when I reached up to wipe my forehead I discovered I was sweating like a pig. Damn, the sea looks nice. It would look nicer if it had Dubai's cerulean seas, post-artificial island building...why am I talking about Dubai?

Anyway, I started coughing and wheezing like an old man with phlegm clogged up in his throat. I had a stomachache by the time I was nearing the stupid tentage.

All my efforts...only to get 43rd.

I suppose the other 200 + people behind were enjoying a revitalising stroll in East Coast park...lucky bas-bitches.

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Surfed the Daily Deviations as per normal (Where the heck is the Literature category?) and I came across a fascinating caption. The work was titled Potraits Fragmentés, and the caption read, "Are we just the summing up of our parts?"

Fascinating question.

Even if it DID contain nudity (heck care lah, it's the human body anyway, besides we did cover it for Biology) I went on to click on it.

It was quite ok, I liked the concept and all, but then I couldn't help wondering what the drooping thingy was. It looked like a plastic bag attached to the body, containing flesh. Maybe it's a malicious growth? I thought. How wonderful! This shows the artificial nature and hypocrisy of humans!

I clicked on full view...only to realise (n00bishly, a few minutes later of intense scrunity) that it was part of the antanomy...

=.="

Why am I so bloody suay?

P.S. As the name suggests, it is a fragmented portait of random body parts (like the hand, the lips, the eye). Yeah. So it's not a complete model. Stop including me in your lucid fantasies.

I claim to be an artist, one of the many fakes which overpopulate the Internet community.

I claim to be a writer, a poet, an advocate of Literature, and words shall spill from me, lovingly carved.

I claim to be a God, the one and only in my world, which exists on the borderline of fantasies seperated by reality.

I wish I was an artist. But maybe I never will be.

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Do you know that you somtimes puzzle me?

I look at you I and I see kindness, and sometimes I wonder if the bond was nothing more than spider thread in an abandoned spiderweb, gathering dust.

Perhaps it was never there at all.

Stop pretending and contributing to this great farce.

Just returned from a luncheon at KFC with Wei Qi and Tian Yi =D

Food and all was quite ok...staff was helpful, esp. when Wie Qi spilled a drink.

However, I have something to rant about.

WHAT'S WITH ADULTS AND THEIR OBESSION WITH QUIET?

Seriously, what is so nice about quiet? I know that at night when you REALLY WANNA SLEEP and that termagent downstairs keeps yakking on the phone, or when the neighbours bloody dogs bark, you feel annoyed, but what's wrong with noise in the day?

You don't see the law imposing sound limits on construction workers in the day (with exception when they carry out work in residential areas), you don't see shoppers grousing about the traffic when they mill through the crowds (because they're complaining about the price hike in everything except their salaries), and you don't see people complaining about the tired wheeze the bus makes every time it stops.

Ok, I was wrong on the last count. You do see people complaining about the noise in newspapers.

Which brings me to the next point.

Why do people love to complain? (P.S. This blog isan exception because it is DISCURSIVE, infromal writing).

I hear people complaining about the length of my entries and minute grammar mistakes again. I digress.

Anyway, Singaporeans complain about almost EVERYTHING. If a restaurant is noisy, they say it has bad ambeience, it it is quiet, they think that business is bad. If there's an ERP price hike, they complain, sitting behing monitors like the cowards they are, if there is NO price hike, they complain because the taxes are too high, or the highways too congested. If the students are quiet, they complain that students are uncreative and timid, 'scared' to ask questions to broaden their horizons, if the students are discussing, they complain that the students are quiet, obnoxious, rude, and every other name under the #$^@ sun.

What is people's obession with quiet? Why do they like it so much? Is it even wrong to breathe a word on the MRT or bus? Is it wrong to chatter in fast food restaurants? Is it wrong to talk to each other (in normal tones, NOT SHOUTING) on the bus? Is it wrong when you are down with flu, and your lungs are suffering miserably, and you have to release a cough in a restaurant?

The guy in pink shirt sitting next to us in a restaurant (who, according to Tian Yi and Wei Qi, was shooting looks at my nametag when I talked (albeit loudly, I do get too emotional sometimes) ). He was sitting with his female co-worker/ fiance/ wife/ mistress/ whatever eating his meal for more than half an hour.

Judging from the speed in which he ate his food, I gathered that he probably is not employed (or if he is, he's on a day off). He wasn't rich, from the looks of his pink Giodarno shirt (which is currently on sale on a neligible price), his no-name brand spectacles (outdated) and an absence of luxury watch (or a watch in general). I didn't see what shoes he was wearing, but from his posture and the way he ate (elbows on table) he probably isn't very refined. He, however, has an ego exceeding his flab overflowing out at his pinched black belt.

All I have to say is this:-

1) This is a public restaurant. You can't demand absolute quiet as patrons dine. If you're too poor to afford a formal lunch at your luxurious manor or Shangri-La or the Continential, don't fucking complain about the ambience and sneak looks at offending students to get their names. (Besdies, at fien restaurants you also have tai-tais in their gewgaws and chatter and the clank of forks and spoons).

Poor, poor bastard.

2) Don't be a coward. Got a problem? Say it, or tell us POLITELY to lower our voices instead of unscruplously sneaking looks at nametags, or taking photos of us with handphones. You think have the power to complain? Where are your manners? Do you know it's not considered polite to take photos of people without their permission? It is not even ethical to go behind others' backs to get what you want. Oh wait. You probably don't have any, because you were brought up in a school where discipline over logic rules supreme, and no one has ever taught you how to look differently and see things people cannot see. You were taught to bow obediently, and lick butts when you have to in order to survive, and not to do something about things you don't like. You were brought up in a world where humans step on each other's heads and bite the hands that feed them in order to get what you want.

Poor, poor bastard. You earn my pity.

3) If you don't like somthing, it makes sense to hurry up and get the hell out of here, not stay there as long as possible and wait for your nemesis to go.

4) Want quiet? Don't venture out! Stay at home and be a social pariah! Let social alienation begin! Even better, go to a) a restaurant in a lousy location with lackluster food or b) a cemetry if you want quiet.

5) Don't judge if you don't want to be judged. Others can judge you more harshly by superficial appearance. So you think that just by being older, you are better in every way than a nine year old child who got into cambridge. "She's just a child," you say. (Not that I am in cambridge, it's an example.) "Children do not understand the complicated world of adults.) Let me tell you this: I know about equity, business terms, U.S. elections, oil prices and the impact Bei Jing Olympics will have on the economy. I observe quietly for now, because I know someday I will atke over, and I will have to be fully prepared to take over. I look at the financial mistakes people make noe, and make notes about it. I may be young, but dom;t underestimate me. We young people will one day prove that we are better than you.

Furthermore, it is not the adult world that is complicated, it is the human heart which take things into account and makes things complicated. If not for politicians hogging excess harvest, Africa may have food to feed their hungry. If not for the short-sightedness of our governments when rice was abundant, we would not be suffering from a near epidemic and bred new strains of rice which are more durable. Remeber, it is not money itself that is evil, it is the desire for it that it evil. It is not that pornography is bad, it is how we look at it and use it which is bad. Think about it this way: If nude art can be appreciated, why not pornography? It is the beauty of nature, our bodies, the curves and insides which makes Biology interesting. Everything on this Earth was wonderful, adn is still wonderful, only our minds have tarnished it.

In conclusion to this super long entry:

I have lost all faith in humankind. Until they can prove their worth to me.

P.S. Your opinion is yours after all. If you call me a bitch, so be it. If you choose to clam up your minds and not think (after all, the tian guo dynasty failed because the commoners do not think very much and rebelled against the emperor, causing them to be driven even further into poverty ) that's up to you. I have realised that only those with free minds think, and those with occupied minds cannot, with the sake of their lives, think beyond the four walls of human greed and need.

It's a long time since I last updated, so now I'm gonna blog my heart out (urgh, how cliched).

Today's Life Science lesson was fun...we learnt to make ice cream with mysterious mixtures (I think it's 3-in-1 instant coffee powder, milk and sweetener as well as some creamer...) and dry ice.

Yes, THE dangerous dry ice.

I didn't even realise the perils of dry ice until I came home and researched it (apparently you aren't supposed to touch it, and by 'touch' it includes the tongue, curious fingers prodding it and unfortunate body parts getting in the way). Heck, just one second (according to online sources) of touching it might freeze tissues. Dry ice is very cold (carbon dioxide in solid state, which explains the smoky effect), therefore it must be kept away from nosy humans with nothing better to do than to dare each other to taste dry ice, or innocuous-looking spoonfuls of ice cream with these malevolent dry ice covered by ice cream.

You might wonder about the relationship between the above seemingly pointless information. Cheh, you think. I walked into some nerd's blog. I'm getting the hell out of here before my bimbo/miniscule/microscopic brain nerd-ifies! OH NOES!

Well, it gets more interesting.

Let's fast forward to the part where I successfully made my ice cream and was eating it when I discovered that by some inexplicable reason, the bottom of the ice cream froze together. Eager to get it out (without breaking the plastic spoon) *looks meaningfully at the piles of plastic spoons broken by enthused classmates* I dug. Hard.

Then somehow a hidden piece dry ice decided to commerce its diabolical plan, making a beautiful arc in the air, miraculously landing on my skin (above the collar) and sliding down (Let's just say it's a very inconvenient body part. I'm a girl *hint hint*).

And NO, it's not my reproductive organs. It's my chest where it lodged in the brassiere.

So now you know why the whole table wass laughing at my plight. After complaining for 15 minutes straight (even more than that), I had (unintentionally) successfully attracted the attention of Remus, who shot me a I-don't-wanna-know-what-you-are-talking-about Look. Wei Qi hissed at me in a chastising tone.

"Chanel!"

Hey, it stings, ok? And you aren't the one with dry ice in between your chest.

I spent the rest of the lesson wriggling and trying to get it out without attracting too much attention. I mean, I can't possibly strip, shake it out, then calmly put my clothes back on, can I?

Since I knew before hand how cold dry ice was, I went home to make sure that no damage was done (at least not to my health. I don't want to die so early, despite my morbid obsession with blood and death).

Now I have a minor burn. Wonderful.

The sites I visited all advised people who have been in contact with dry ice (and got burn as a result)to see a doctor. Here's two scenarios which might happen on my visit.

Scenario one:

Me:*enters doctor's office* Doctor! I have a burn!
Doctor: Ok, calm down young lady. Let me see it.
Me: *Proceeds to strip*
Doctor: WTH are you doing! Security! There's a hentai girl in here!
Me: Doctor! I really have a burn!
Despite my pathetic pleas, I am tossed out into the street like an anorexic chicken from a fine restaurant.

Scenario two

Doctor: So what are you afflicted with?
Me: I can't really say... I guess physical proof will give you a better idea?
Doctor: Ok, show me, I'll see what we can do about it.
Me: *Proceeds to remove clothing*
Doctor: Miss? This is a GP clinic, not somewhere you'd go for cosmetic surgery. You should go to SGH. Do you need a reference letter?
Me: ...

Ok, maybe it won't be so extreme, but then again most of the doctors are male, so it's not like I can show them so that they can access the severity of the burn, right?

It'll be embarrassing either way. Not that I would strip in front of doctors... Perverts, keep your thoughts in line...unless you want a helluva big chunk of dry ice shoved in your nether regions, rendering you sterile and unable to procreate.