These bloody positively beastly nights and boiling days are making me feel like a menopausing woman! Which is so not supposed to happen, considering I am a perfectly fine, hormonal, zit-outbreak prone, dopey-eyed, air-con obssessed teenage girl supposedly mad with teenage hormones!

I'd much rather feel the heat of being in the same room as a sexually appealing member of the opposite sex than the stupid cancer causing bane of my life SMIRKING to see us all lesser beings quiver and bitch under its heat. Add that on to Additional Mathematics which seems vey determined to give me an automatic migraine exactly fifteen minutes within sight, and piles of holiday homeworl, and you've got on your hands a perfect Singapore cocktail.

Man, I don't know what those foreigners are even thinking when they want to come all the way over from a land where there is free air con october to january for this stupid ball of gas hao-lianly shooting its beams to deface on pefectly content people minding their business! What the heck is the appeal of this sun and this eternal summer? What the heck is the appeal of Singapore? All day long we are surrounded by bad ads, bad drama serials (take a good, long look at channel 8), bad standards of english and chinese and this pathetic farce we call Singlish. But anyway, back to the kns weather.

Is this supposed to be a sort of hint of Mother Nature to stop us in our trakcs before we reach for the air-con remote control? Well, guess what mother nature. It, sure as the number of white hairs I'll have come October, isn't working! The more you heat up, the more we'll toggle the damn button as it gets us off. And beepp. beep. I've lowered it by 5 degrees!

Heck, now I couldn't even sleep unless I have both the fan and air-conditoner on at the same time, with teh air-con working at 19 degrees. WITHOUT BLANKETS. Then half an hour later I get cold and slip under then, five minutes later it's like a bloody facial treatment to extract blackheads, and I'm out, steaming like a char siew pau on that old-fashioned wicker basket-thing they have in dim sums.

It's like having perennial malaria, minus the awesome temperature of 39 degrees celcius and an MC.

If this keeps up I'm gonna go buy a bikini so I can sleep comfortably without sweating like a pig and debating whether to turn off the fan or pull off the thin blanket or lower the temperature of the air conditoner. Or bedtter yet, sleep in the nude. The only problem with the latter is clothing arrangements when that Bane To All Women's Existence comes by.

I WANT TO MOVE TO ANTARTICA AND FREEZE TO DEATH ARGH HOT HOT HOT HOTHOTHOTHOT

Biology.

Once upon a time, there was a mischievous phosphate group who had nothing to do aside from random collisions in the cytoplasm. After filing down its sharp edges, and bumbling along indolently, he saw the vain sugar group rolling towards him.

Phosphates, for some reason, don't like sugar groups. So Mister phosphate stuck his chemical-bond-thingy leg out and tried to trip the sugar group.

Unfortunately, the sugar group, being excessively narcissistic, thought Mister phosphate was trying to seduce her with his sexy leg. She clung onto his leg, to Phosphate's disgust. Multiple attempts to shake off the clingy and whiny sugar group PHAILED, for miss sugar only persisted in her attempts to massage Mister's phosphate's leg with her flat chest.

A blinding light filled the sol state sky and the base was created. Now the bisexual base, being the horny sex-deprived angular thing (he?she?it?) is, thought miss sugar and Mr phosphate was having some really hot hentai sex, so he/she/it sauntered over and sodomised miss sugar.

This resulted in the formation of a S&M-obsessed nucleotide, which has been since torturing innocent Biology students by forcing them to remember its structure for the Biology exams or face the horrors of the-land-of-no-A1s. The end.


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There is no point to this post except to help me remember the structure of the nucleotide. It's scientifically proven that one can remember better where sex, random facts and colours are involved, so here goes.