Chemistry.

I feel really lame right now! Don't know what made me spam YQ's wall with chem rubbish! xD And I'm still going ahead with the idea that I told Ching about. Haha chemistry's good fodder to subvert into retarded puns.

... ... I've officially been locked in the huisuo by someone thrice this week already! ._. Can't believe I forgot his surname for a moment there so there was a 10 second lag before I could shout at him. o.o

I've spent the last quarter of today slacking around. ._. As is obvious, even now. Venus and Ching Yee know a lot of cool songs! :D

Typing this reminds me of GP where we said the content of the majority of blogs is trivial, insignificant things. But hey, they're part of the lives of people, so it contributes the great scheme of things overall. Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there. o.o

Oh dear. According to the ethics quiz, mine veer towards subversive and anti-establishment. ._. Here I am someone who's always been seen as a goody-two-shoes by classmates. -raises eyebrows-

Maybe I should blog in a more formal fashion. =\ Following language and punctuation conventions, you know?

My mind tells me I should get off the computer, but seeing as I've lost it a while back perhaps I shouldn't.

Hmm I've an identity card to collect!

Oh I tried talking to some artificial intelligence thing called a cleverbot. ._. It's quite mean. (See below)

Cleverbot: Are you a human?

User: You think?

Cleverbot: Yes, I do think. Do you?

User: Why wouldn't I?

Cleverbot: I don't know that's why I asked.

User: Thought you were all-knowing.

Cleverbot: I think you give me too much credit.

User: Nah, I'm not a bank.

Cleverbot: Shame. I was hoping that you would give me some money. I am not a Hippo either.

User: That's alright. Then it would seem too much like an alternate universe.

Cleverbot: No, you are not intelligent to properly answer a simple question.

User: I only figured you would be intelligent enough to infer a simple answer.

Cleverbot: I'm rubber and you're glue.

But you realise it starting digressing. ._.

Lalala what am I doing I should get to sleep. :D

Hunger.

I want to eat a mushroom or two. =\ Really! I need dinner. ._.

'Kay bye ~ :D

Instability.

Of my mind that is. I'm losing my ability to laugh painful things off. Must be the fact that the total amount of sleep I have gotten over the past 3 days being less than of equal to 10 hours. Funny, shouldn't the minimum be 24 hours?

Wonder what it means when you can't stop laughing at how messed up life is at the moment. It's not even humorous, it's just wry. Combined with inability to comprehend passages, spell words you know on the first try, add 7 and 17 under 3 seconds, trying to get yourself killed through convincing Venus incoherence is logical and flinging carrom seeds at her, laughing till it hurts at whatever monosyllable Ching Yee throws at you, shouting and ranting for the first time in years at 7.30 in the morning and so on, so forth.

I'm losing my mind. I feel the urge to hit something. Serious.

I doubt I can pass the integration quiz tomorrow considering I have frickin' chapter 1 to finish writing by tonight.

On a side note, it is not staying in school that tires me out. In fact, after spending (not wasting!) 5 hours laughing/talking/playing/sleeping I can now understand my newspaper article. You on the other hand, tire me endlessly through your ranting which I can't seem to tolerate in this state, demands I do housework at this time and general aura of distaste of me you give off. Just screw off for a bit, will you? It's hard enough not to break down as it is. Give me a space to clear my backlog if you really understand what it means to be tired.

Why is today not Friday?

Oy vey, look at the time!

I just had to rant a bit since, well, I'm screwed either way.

Like I was telling Sarah, PW should really just go screw itself so it can be (re)productive and I wouldn't have to do a friggin' thing! O:

Hoho, discovered that my windows messenger is not functioning as it should. How well can it be functioning if it tricks you into believing your messages to your group have been delivered for over 2 hours and leaves you perplexed as to why they don't respond to your comments. ._. And discover they're scolding you for shoddy work. But 'tis okay, 'cause I know it's rightfully so.

Life is burning away right now. Tutorials 'need' to be done, WR needs to be written and researched, MAF must be choreographed and much practice must be put in (though we all know it's an impossible feat to improve whatsoever). What's summed up in a few words here is furtively a damned fold mountain (which are the highest on earth, by the way).

I'm sorry to everyone to whom I owe an apology. I know I'm screwing things up for you, but right now, I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed. Will try to catch up and dig my way out of my pit of screws with a screwdriver. Possibly.

The day I lose the propensity for satire is the day you should worry for my sanity. Not joking this time. ):

Pfffft 'Unwell' is a fitting song for if you go mad.

'...I should get some sleep because tomorrow might be good for something.'

Of railways, grades and magical people.

The title evokes Hogwarts images, doesn't it? =\

Bah. I see I have failed my teachers somewhat. o_o And I still have 3 more papers to receive, and those are the ones I have less faith in. D: Permission to live under a table somewhere and not come out?

Anyway, I see the whole populace of 661, Bukit Timah Road has decided to spend a portion of their half-day watching the boy with a scar on his forehead. ._. Tell me why I have this feeling it's all just hype. -_- We could always go find real people with real scars on their foreheads to stare at. =_=

Oh. Family conversations over lunch are amusing as ever. Take this to be my dad, this to be my mum, (this to be my sister) and this to be me.

'Recently, so-and-so's mum died from cancer! How do people get cancer anyway?'

'Cancer cells are mutated cells. Actually... everyone has them.'

('How do they tell which cancer is which cancer?')

'You see ah, if your nose has cancer you call it nose cancer. If your eye has cancer it's eye cancer. If you brain has cancer, it's brain cancer.'

'Huh you can get cancer in the brain?!'

'Brain cancer very serious one, you know!'

'...obviously.'

And so on. ._. The topic of mortality at our dining tables comes up quite frequently. D:

It's now 3 in the afternoon and I haven't gotten past exercise 2 of my I&I! Considering there are a grand total of eleven exercises, I can safely say I'm screwed. Not to mention stuff for WR, EoM, math and econs tutorial and the other 2/3 of my book for the book review. o_o

And. And. Is the thing about performing for real? ... D: It's a disturbing prospect (especially since I've only half our jiti left in my head and our competition video MIA).

Oh dear. I owe Bang Ying a favour or something for saving my wallet. O: Eternally grateful! ><

Oh eh hello Sarah my mum wants to go take a walk at the defunct KTM railway. -.- Ahaha.

The Cold War didn't take place in subzero conditions, serious.

I don't know if there's an underlying reason for wanting to read a book on the cold war. Maybe it's because everyone was mugging Chem on Thursday! Maybe it's 'cause it bothered Ching Yee who was mugging hard. ._. Had nothing better to do, haha. :D

Oh but I'm serious about the Cold War not having little to nothing to do with the environmental temperature. xD It had more to do with potential to wipe Earth off the face of the Universe. That would be one less satellite for Bang Ying. Aww. =\

Damn I should be doing some kind of work, especially since I've been slacking off the whole weekend. I've a good quote for this! 'Ah, but what the hell. You know it's just as well, 'cause after a while and a thousand miles it all becomes the same.' xD From 'The Entertainer', which isn't quite as appropriate.

I've started on my dark/angst fic, but I haven't finished my fluff one! D: Feel like slapping me yet? Haha. ._. I have a gap in my story blueprint for the part before the ending though. =(

Pffft. This is blatant frittering away of time. Oh my damn that sounds like sticking time onto a skewer and deep frying it in hot oil until it's crispy. :D And that sounded simultaneously edible and disturbing. o_o

Pardon me while I go off and fritter my brain. =_=