Does it makes sense to be confused about whether you like someone? Because I am. Is there some sort of time limit, like, 2 months and if you still feel the same way, it's official? It would be so much easier if that was how things went. Hah, but there really is no hope for this. Anyway, it's kind of doomed to be unrequited.
Gay rant
Something I never got was how people say homosexuality is unnatural. How can love be unnatural? Especially when it comes from Christians. Isn't God love?
Did you know that homosexuality isn't something that occurs purely in humans? Homosexual tendencies have been observed in several other kinds of animals. Seagulls, penguins,  up to 1500 known animal species have shown cases of homosexuality with 500 well documented ones.
Being gay isn't a choice, much like how being black isn't a choice or how having a particular fondness for the colour pink isn't a choice. Society raises you to be straight. It idealises the traditional nuclear family (Wife husband kid). Homosexuals are usually scorned by society and are seen in a bad light. Seeing all that, how could anybody say that being gay is a choice? Who would choose to be persecuted and hated by society, taking at best insults and verbal harassment, at worst beatings and even death in certain societies.
Really, who would choose that?
Remember when you were a kid and certain colours were for boys and certain colours were for girls? Eventually, you grew out of it because you realised just how silly limiting somebody to certain colours is because of your gender.
Isn't it silly to limit who somebody can love because of their gender?
Daily Blog Entry
Ate at Pepper Lunch with the same people as always. Then walked around Jurong Point and didn't really accomplish anything. Then Christine left. Then we wasted more time. Then Joelle and Mandy left and shortly after, Sarah and I decided to go too. Then we saw Joelle and Mandy at the train station, because the train is one slow mofo. Sarah and I went to Clementi so that I could help her with her science (hint: it failed really badly). Eventually after trying to keep her on task for like 15 minutes (condom mushrooms and lolita fetish FTW) we ended up just screwing off to my house where she made me watch something about cannon penis. It was actually pretty funny. I still hate smosh.
Failed at nail art and then she screwed off.
And then it rained.
Yay.
And that was Mindy's Big day out *claps hands spastically*

Labels: Mundane shit nobody reads, Rant, Too Freaking long, Why the fish are you reading labels?

Everyone's freaking privatising their damn blogs (or deleting every single post and putting a single emo quote there). I just need something to read, dammit. Sigh, I wish I had a crush. Someone to obsess over and the little thrills you get when you're close to them. I don't feel like a normal bloody teenager. I am willing to bet ten whole cents that I'm the only psycho who actually restrains myself from interacting with people because I'm worried I'll become like them  stupid. Funny how everyone keeps commenting that I'm "mature".
Fuck that, what's the point of being mature if you can't stick with a friend for more than a few years without outpacing them? What's the point of being mature if you can't stick around with peers your own age because a voice in the back of your head is constantly going off on a tangent like "Oh my GOD , I can't believe you just said that, you dumb twat! Doesn't YOUR psychotic voice tell you what to say?"
And what's the point of being told you're mature when all it gives you is a superiority complex like this that makes it really hard to make close friends?

I think I'm just crazy.

Odds are, in twenty years, I'll snap and kill my husband and kids and throw 'em off a building or something.

I feel freaking cheated out of my teenage hormone package. Fuck.

I want a damn refund.

I want an equally psychotic person to talk to.

I want some yoghurt. Ah well, toodly doos. My stomach's growling.

Labels: Food, Proof that I'm crazy, Rant, Too Freaking long, Why the fish are you reading labels?

Math teacher number 4 :) I have no idea what the fuck the school board is thinking, changing our bloody teachers all the bloody time. We've only seen our actual history teacher a grand total of 2 times. In the whole term -.- We've changed our math teacher three times, all of them wide-eyed, green-horned newbies who couldn't discipline the class if they brought a gun.
We're lagging behind on our Chinese by 2 lessons because our holidays have the unfortunate ability to constantly fall on days with Chinese lessons. Our form teacher is a dunce who doesn't care even if you lie about handing up an MC when you don't attend school and needs the G.O to nag him just to check attendance. Are you SERIOUSLY asking why we're LITERALLY the worst sec 1 class? That Zorro, TL and I are the only ones ever participating in lessons? Occasionally Sarah?
It's a miracle we're passing ANYTHING AT ALL. What kind of fucked up class is GLAD when they 'only' fail one subject?! It gets really depressing sometimes and I feel like I'm never going to get out. The only thing I still feel like I have hope in is my English and even then, I feel like I'm losing my vocab and linguistic ability day by day. I stutter over my sentences now and I try so hard not to. I want a compo assignment. Please, for the love of all that is decent, may Mrs Rupa give us an essay to write. Or a comprehension passage (god knows we haven't touched one of those in ...oh wait, WE HAVEN'T TOUCHED THEM AT ALL SINCE I STEPPED INTO THIS GOD FORSAKEN SCHOOL)

It's so freaking sad. I think our class has so many hard-working and REALLY talented people. Maybe even more so than other classes, I've seen them talk before. They're rather shallow. Fluffles is a fantastic writer, though it'll be a cold day in hell before I admit that to her. We write in different styles anyway, so you can't really compare. Zorro (as annoying as she is sometimes) is good with physics and Chinese. Sarah is great with Math and picks up the concepts really quickly. WY, I know you read this, you're good with computers and if you put your mind to it, you could excel in any subject, I'm sure of it. Rachel,if you had more confidence, you would be able to excel as well. I would list out everyone else's traits, but that would be a thesis.

It's a waste. But there are still 2 more months. For the one or two of you from my class who actually follow this, please JIAYOU! I'm sure we could top the level, if only you stopped logging onto FB so often :P

Labels: Rant, Too Freaking long

KAL, YOU STOLE MY BLOODY POEM. AND YOU ABANDONED ME >:(      <-----that's me

And the provision shop downstairs ran out of my beloved Tao Kae Noi. Sigh. Life just sucks sometimes.

Labels: Conversation Platform, Rant

I wouldn't know, my metaphorical love life has been kinda fail. Not that you're helping with the "inconsistent" insults. I either end up liking dorks that everyone else disapproves of or the guy ends up liking someone else. Dammit. The only time I figure any guy liked me back was in kindergarten, did I tell you? It was nap time and our mattresses were next to each other. He tapped me on the shoulder and when I turned around, he covered us with a pillow and gave me a peck on the forehead. It was absolutely adorable.

 I guess my luck ran out. A few weeks later, I had to transfer out of that kindergarten.And my "love life" just kinda rolled down the grand canyon and into a huge pit. Last I heard, he got through into GEP as well. Saddest part? I never quite got over it. Sigh.

Anyway, watched Harry Potter  today. MY mom kept giving me flipping commentary about how fugly Ron looked and how Hermione is too good for him, EVEN IN THE EPIC WAR SCENE. Dammit mom, I wanna watch this thing in PEACE. It's the end of a decade long series. NOW PLEASE SHUT UP. I'm probably gonna binge on HP fanfics to make up for it.

Labels: Conversation Platform, Rant

...in other news, the sky is blue. Okay, for people who know me IRL, you know I have a habit of spewing some rather offensive shit. What i'd like to argue, however, is to look past the offensiveness. Unlike SOME of your assumptions, yes, I do know how to read situations and when I've crossed the line. I choose to ignore it. I say offensive shit only when there's a degree of logic to it.
For example, I would not say that Chinese are inherently better people than Malays because of our lighter skin tone. Because that is illogical.Skin tone has nothing to do with anything.
Something I would say, however, would be that the Christian god, (christians, hear me out before attacking me) is naked. OK, ok, wait just a second before you start screen capping and spamming and basically maiming me. Just think from a completely unbiased perspective. In the bible, it says that God created Adam,the first man, in his image, yes? Adam was created without clothes. It would thus be logical to say that God did not, and presumably still doesn't, have clothes. This is, of course, entirely based on my opinion.
When I shared this conclusion with my friends during recess, they immediately pulled the "dude, that's like, so offensive card". After 5 minutes of trying to explain why I thought so and them just constantly rebutting me with "but, that's offensive", i kinda gave up. I'm not forcing my belief that god is naked onto you. I'm just STATING, that god is probably naked. Eventually, fluffles said that it was offensive to assume that god has mortal qualities. Wait, WHAT? We were created in his image, were we not? The Bible, the Holy freaking scripture purports so. So, we were created in his image, yet his image is not mortal and thus cannot be seen and thus he does not wear clothes in the traditional sense? Or need it? Or he's not naked in the traditional sense? What the hell are YOU talking about?
This is becoming one hell of a long post but I need to vent somewhat. Since when did being offensive mean that a conclusion is not true? Remember Copernicus? Galileo, perhaps? They pointed out that the Earth probably wasn't the centre of the universe and what did they get? "Dude, you need to like, shut up. That's offensive."  They didn't. They turned out to be right, honey.
What's offensive about saying God is naked? My friend, we're ALL born naked. If anything, God wearing clothes should be the offensive part. Clothes are a human folly, decidedly unnatural. To say that He wears clothes is to assume that he requires to cover himself up, despite being the omnipotent being He is. What upset me the most is that they didn't even bother explaining WHY I was offensive, or try to pick apart my conclusion.

"Offensive" "religiously discriminating" rant over. I'll probably regret this someday in the near future.

Labels: IRL account, Rant, Too Freaking long

You really need to stop changing skins And retard question, who is she? Wanna hang out on National day?

Anyway, normal post. Skipped canoeing today and ended up helping Christina and Anusha do National day deco. It was  all boring me out of my skull  very fun and interesting and absolutely delightful. And dammit, Hui Qin has joined Rachel in trying to annoy the shit out of me by peering over my shoulder when I write these posts. Fluffles and Zorro tried to pressure me into going and Mandy offered to lend me PE uniform because i didn't wear it today. Precisely so they couldn't pressure me.
BTW, did you know my home econs teacher doesn't freaking shut up?

Teacher: "Must cut the onions. into strips. Remember ah!
Us: "Oh,ka-"
Teacher: "Must cut into strips otherwise they'll be too thick, MUST!
Us: "Yes, we understa-"
Teacher: "Onion must be thin so it'll spread out!"
Us: "FUUUUU-"

And then she blamed us for letting the chicken stew burn. Because we kept interrupting her -.- So she "couldn't finish talking".  Go screw yourself, dumb bitch.

Gonna go rush my art, which will probably turn out to look like crap. Speaking of, we have to do a bloody art piece every *bleep*ing week. So since we're having E-learning week, we'll have to DO TWO.

Labels: Conversation Platform, Rant, Why the fish are you reading labels?

I'm 20 years too late, but may you rest in peace.

This is the story of Junko Furuta, a 17 year old girl who was held captive by 4 teenagers.
DAY 1: November 22, 1988: Kidnapped
Kept captive in house, and posed as one of boy’s girlfriend
Raped (over 400 times in total)
Forced to call her parents and tell them she had run away
Starved and malnutritioned
Fed cockroaches to eat and urine to drink
Forced to masturbate
Forced to strip in front of others
Burned with cigarette lighters
Foreign objects inserted into her vagina/anus
DAY 11: December 1, 1988: Severely beat up countless times
Face held against concrete ground and jumped on
Hands tied to ceiling and body used as a punching bag
Nose filled with so much blood that she can only breath through her mouth
Dumbbells dropped onto her stomach
Vomited when tried to drink water (her stomach couldn’t accept it)
Tried to escape and punished by cigarette burning on arms
Flammable liquid poured on her feet and legs, then lit on fire
Bottle inserted into her anus, causing injury
DAY 20: December10, 1989:
Unable to walk properly due to severe leg burns
Beat with bamboo sticks
Fireworks inserted into anus and lit
Hands smashed by weights and fingernails cracked
Beaten with golf club
Cigarettes inserted into vagina
Beaten with iron rods repeatedly
Winter; forced outside to sleep in balcony
Skewers of grilled chicken inserted into her vagina and anus, causing bleeding
DAY 30: Hot wax dripped onto face
Eyelids burned by cigarette lighter
Stabbed with sewing needles in chest area
Left nipple cut and destroyed with pliers
Hot light bulb inserted into her vagina
Heavy bleeding from vagina due to scissors insertion
Unable to urinate properly
Injuries were so severe that it took over an hour for her to crawl downstairs and use the bathroom
Eardrums severely damaged
Extreme reduced brain size
DAY 40: Begged her torturers to “kill her and get it over with”
January 1, 1989: Junko greets the New Years Day alone
Body mutilated
Unable to move from the ground
DAY 44: January 4, 1989: The four boys beat her mutilated body with an iron barbell, using a loss at the game of Mah-jongg as a pretext. She is profusely bleeding from her mouth and nose. They put a candle’s flame to her face and eyes.
Then, lighter fluid was poured onto her legs, arms, face and stomach, and then lit on fire. This final torture lasted for a time of two hours.
Junko Furuta died later that day, in pain and alone. Nothing could compare 44 days of suffering she had to go through.

I read it again and again and i just felt unexplainably angry. Do you know what her tormentors got off with? 8 FUCKIING YEARS. They are free men. THIS SHIT^, is why i spit on the idea of a god. What all knowing, all-loving god would condemn an innocent school girl to this horror? God created man in his image? I just...GAH. I lose faith in humanity in general whenever i read or hear of these cases.

And this, is why i think certain people need to SHUT THE FUCK UP about hpow "heart broken" they are. Not even gonna say her name.

Rant over. Apologies to anyone i may have offended.

Labels: Rant

Name:If you know it, you know it.
Age:Pfft, age is just a number
Birth: -day cake!
Adores::D
That basically described nothing! Isn't this fun?

I might write something here one day. Might