Looking Back Ain't No Way Forward.

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“Within the truth hides the lie... within the lie hides the truth.”

- Mukuro Rokudo, Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, Chapter 165

+2 please.

This entry was created on Thursday, February 26, 2009, at 12:02 AM.

Sigh how so very morbidly depressing to have attained 48/50 for my Physics Common Test. If only I'd been more careful even just remotely, and bothered to care for diverging lenses! Dear teacher I would like 2 more marks, please but it's not as though you'll go okay alright and slap a '+2' on the paper for me. Actually 1 would be terrifically fine so I'd at the very least tied with Jason and Jingjing and a few others but nevermind for I shall be openhandedly magnanimous and I give them my wholehearted congratulations.

A letter to R.

This entry was created on Tuesday, February 24, 2009, at 9:54 PM.

Dear R,
RE: Your Social Retardation
I'll have you know that I'm not very sorry at all to say that you are a complete social retard and an impertinent ignoramus. You are filth, scum, a by-product of dirt and vileness and a freak. I honestly wish you'd drop dead this very moment and start foaming vigorously at the mouth. I hope you burn in hell and get stabbed by forks and corroded by concentrated hydrochloric acid and get your smallish brain squashed (if you had one in the first place). I hope you get stepped on and kicked in the dust. I frankly reckon that you're like a crippled dog which barks far too loudly and create an awful lot of disturbance. R, you're a plebeian lowlife with lifespan worth of vermin, and a leech of society and the oxygen you breathe in is utterly wasted on you. It'd do you and us all well if you would know your place and stop breathing and die. Thank you.

Yours faithfully,

p/s I haven't quite deemed your name (or your existence valuable enough to be remembered, hence I shall very kindly and generously bestow upon you the denomination 'R' which actually represents 'retard', a synonym of your name for which I am sure fits you superbly. Cheers.

Please (x5).

This entry was created on Sunday, February 22, 2009, at 10:30 PM.

I would like some holidays, please. I would like to sleep at 2am and wake up at 11am, please. I would like to have 9 hours of sleep, please. I would like some rest, please.

I would like to not have to study for tests every other day, please. I would like not to have wearisome lectures on To Kill a Mockingbird, please. I would like to have Mr Collin teach us Physics again, please. I would like Mr Collin not to go on some course after mid-year, please. I would like school not to have to end later than 4pm everyday, please. I would like to have 7 distinctions or more for my 'O' levels and have my name flashed on the big screen in the hall, please.

I would like to stop having to attend CCA, please. I would like CCA to end earlier than 6.30pm, please. I would like not to have CCAs on Saturdays, please. I would like to tell the teachers and the principal that not everyone gives a shit about SYF so shut up, please.

I would like Roald Dahl to be resurrected and write more books, please. I would like to one day attain adequate skill and imagination to write a book, please. I would like more books, please. I would like to complete my Roald Dahl book collection, please. I would like to fill up the bookshelves, please.

I would like to stop procrastinating, please. I would like to stop here, please. I would like to inform you I have a Maths Common Test and Chemistry Test tomorrow, please.

19 Cs.

This entry was created on , at 9:55 PM.

RULES: It’s harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my answers, enter yours, and tag twenty people. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real…nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use DIFFERENT answers. You CANNOT use any word twice and you can’t use your name for the boy/girl name question.

1. What is your name: Claire
2. A four-letter word: Cook
3. A boy’s name: Clarice
4. A girl’s name: Clare
5. An occupation: Cardiopulmonary technologist
6. A color: Cobalt
7. Something you’ll wear: Clothes
8. A food: Chocolate
9. Something found in the bathroom: Colgate
10. A place: China
11. A reason for being late: "Couldn't find a matching pair of socks"
12. Something you’d shout: Cheers!
13. A movie title: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
14. Something you drink: Coffee
15. A musical group: Creed
16. An animal: Cat
17. A street name: Chestnut Street
18. A type of car: Camry
19. The title of a song: Center Of Gravity - Yo La Tengo

I like doing tests but not studying for them. I like getting the results back but not lousy marks. By Tuesday after the Social Studies Common Test the burden shall be lightened, even if just for a short while.

Knowledge could be bullshit.

This entry was created on Thursday, February 12, 2009, at 10:30 PM.

I think we learn one too many irrelevant things in school. Yeah yeah, knowledge is power, and good to know how to create static through friction to irritate friends, but really, why the holy Sam's hill do we need to know how oxbow lakes and waterfalls and wave-cut platforms are formed? It's a whole lot of utter, sheer bullshit. Interesting as they may occasionally be, they're still bullshit.

Dreary Enid Blyton.

This entry was created on Monday, February 09, 2009, at 5:26 PM.

A friend wrote that she hated Enid Blyton books, then I remembered I disliked them too and I was kind of forced to read them and they simply put me off and totally killed my love for books in my childhood (which Roald Dahl salvaged later). My most sincere of apologies, Miss Enid Mary Blyton Pollock Darrell Waters, for not being able to appreciate your fantasy stories of fairy shoemakers and goblins and whatnot, or your atrociously lengthy name. "Hello. My name is Enid Mary Blyton Pollock Darrell Waters. Pleased to meet your acquaintance." Lord, its seven full words.

Roald Dahl for ever. 'Boy: Tales of Childhood' for life. I could read that book over and over again and never tire of it.

Avril takes the header.

This entry was created on Sunday, February 08, 2009, at 11:40 PM.

New layout I just needed a little distraction from factor formulaes and various shitty further trigonometric identities that make little sense.

The choice of 6 hours.

This entry was created on Saturday, February 07, 2009, at 1:38 PM.

For the whole of last week I had never slept earlier than 12am, which gives me averagely 6 hours worth of sleep, and in turn to which I wish was not so.

In a stroke of morbid insanity a teacher decides to conduct lessons 7am in the morning today, because some CIO teacher mentioned there was a session today from 8am to 1pm, and she felt it "would not be fair for those in CIO and Band" to miss the lessons. I personally think it's a wholly farce and none of us in the right mind would want to sit through an hour of Social Studies followed by 5 hours of CCA. Which is why I also thought those lunatics who actually wholeheartedly wanted to go for it and gave approving nods or a solid "yes!" were absolutely barmy.

I'd rather sleep till 11 and laze around for 2 hours reading National Geographic and NYLON on my bed than have 6 hours of Humanities and Chinese Orchestra at school, thank you very much. I couldn't imagine why anyone'd want otherwise.

Killer of the favourite pastime of a gourmet.

This entry was created on Tuesday, February 03, 2009, at 8:50 PM.

Lord, what a pain a ruddy sore throat is. It's icky, highly uncomfortable, and you can't speak very easily. Sometimes you get a runny nose along with that too, which gradually evolves to a blocked nose. You are forbidden to eat ice cream. You are forbidden to have toasted bread. You are forbidden to have fried foods. You are forbidden to add chilli into your noodles. You are forbidden from cold drinks. You are forbidden from Milo. To sumarise, your food life becomes dreadfully bland. Bleh.

Settimo.

This entry was created on Sunday, February 01, 2009, at 10:46 PM.

Hallelujah! After my computer died last week from miscellaneous reasons including a spoiled fan it was sent for repair and at long last it is returned to its rightful home! Yeah it's a tiny update of 3 sentences but it'll have to do till tomorrow.