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AHHH I'M BORED TO TEARS :(

And it's not like I have nothing to do you know. Quite the contrary, I've got TONS of work to do. Urgh and that's precisely the reason why I'm stuck at home. Well on the bright side, I'd like to think that I'm at least halfway done with my work (please please please let me be almost done!). So now I'm bored with school homework, bored with Singapore's humidity, bored with the still air in my room, bored with life. SO, school holiday, much?

I need to get out of the house. FAST.

Hello! It's pretty strange to find myself wondering what a lazy Sunday afternoon this has been for me. Time seems to pass so slow, soooooo slow this whole day so don't you think it's kind of suspicious that I'm allowed/able to think this way? Haha oh gosh I think tomorrow's going to be the start of a very hectic week for me. But heck everything for the moment, let me continue to live in this peaceful abyss while I can. SHHH.

I'm almost done with WIL! 2nd chapter towards the end of the story and I'm finally making sense on the purpose of this novel. And you know what's that? They are all actually, really, D.H. Lawrence's bullshitting with flowery language to make himself sound really really smart. Don't get me wrong, he makes sense (well, most of it anyway). But is there really a need to continuously probe on what life REALLY is about and what ABSOLUTE love is etc. etc. Yes, I do think that it is vital for us to understand certain ways of life and I acknowledge the its complexities. Though I think everything should be taken with a pinch of salt. Why can't everything be taken for our amusement, for pure entertainment? Is there really a need to hover around these questions, perpetually creating a bottomless hole of 'why's? You'll just find yourself falling in deeper and deeper till there's nothing left to think but "If the world were so ugly and amorphous, really, why are we still doing here?" It's no wonder arts people tend to die younger. Cos they just think too much.

Or maybe I'm being cynical about this whole thinking-too-much issue cos I'm just too lazy to question about the wonders of life :x
HAHA.

She's really been getting on my nerves recently which left me to resort to irrational (and probably just empty vessel-ed) proclamations that I've been making to my class. I'm not going to mention any names, less she google herself and chance upon my blog :/ So let's just call her... DWP (short for Devil wears Prada). That's an inside thing for T10 cos DWP really is filthy rich, and rich with sarcasm. I can't wait for the day where her eyeballs will just roll out of her head from being restless in their sockets. To think about it, it's truly amazing that they haven't fallen out yet. So her sockets are really very strong to restrict her eyeballs from budging out any further than they could already or maybe they've fallen out and those are new pairs of eyeballs (cos she's rich enough to afford it anyway *rolls eyes*).
She really is the most aloof person I've ever known, the world hates her and she doesn't care cos you know why? Cos the world's not brilliant- at least not as brilliant as her and her brilliant son. It disgusting you know, really revolting. You know what's the worst? This woman writes our testimonials. It's sick. SHE's sick. Everyone has to put on a facade of submission just so they can snag a good report from her. Repulsively, I'm one of them. Sad life, isn't it? She really appears to be the almighty, as much as I hate to admit it. One day I'm going to disregard the importance of a good testimonial and I'm going to stand up against her.
DWP, you wait and see.

That's all for now I suppose. Back to my lazy afternoon!

I feel...

ALIVE. Lately life's been trying and it's really, really exhausting. It's kind of sad to note that this appears rather frequently in blog posts nowadays (and it seems to me that this blog has been reduced to a weekly updated blog) but I suppose you can't really expect that much of a student's life anyway. Cca was exceptionally lively today and I guess that kind of helped in having me end this draining week with a bang. Away with the thoughts of school work, eradicate all worries, shatter the fragile glass of uncertainty that had me cowering in for the past week. It's a Friday night! 

Differentiation is wonderful. In fact its been one of things that's been encouraging me to move forward, to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I know, even I cringe at my own pathetic-ness! Well, who can deny one from deriving joy from something that they (think) they're good at? Hahaha I know I sound like I'm in a super sad state now but I don't really give a damn.

I think...

Assholes deserve to die. They should just be removed from the face of the Earth so our precious resources won't be frittered away on them. I know the term asshole is relative so given by MY definition of an asshole, one would have to be pompous, pretentious and nonchalant to the happenings around them (AT ALL TIMES. Even when someone dear is injured/suffering). Oh goodness that doesn't even count for an asshole already. I should rethink and re-term that-
Bloody bastard. 
It's really, really sad to see how some are seemingly intelligent and yet they score so low, so low when it comes to socializing. Sorry, I don't mean the misanthropes (cos they really are just people who don't give a damn about the world and shy away from everyone else), and WHAT (not the use of 'what' cos they really don't deserve to be 'who's) I really detest are the people who think they're all almighty and UP THERE, overseeing their equals and dismissing them as people who are lowly and beneath them. Yucks.

I detest assholes. And I absolutely abhor bastards.

Especially one that hurts my friend.

And I know...

I need you
Like the dragonfly's wings need the wind, like the orphan home once again, like heaven needs more to come in.

I need you here like you've always been.