Waah. I told myself not to blog ever again. Yet. Great. I'm here. Urgh. Wasting time which can be otherwise utilised to complete my LAST Chemistry assignment (because I'm dropping H1 Chemistry). Hmm. I wonder what is the opportunity cost of this. Ah. I DETEST slacking on my work. It makes me feel as if I'm back in primary school. *shivers*. Lets not go there. Bad memories.
On a side note. I realised that I sorta betrayed Okiayu Ryoutaro (SORRY!). For the past 8 (wow) years, I have been a complete fan of him. A PERFECT fangirl (obviously incliuding the squealing, shrieking, swooning, blushing, kyah-ing, etc). Then one day... while watching Prince Of Tennis (supporting Tezuka Kunimitsu of course) ... I chanced upon Atobe Keigo. And that was the end of my infatuation. Gone. Like the... wind? Oops. I have only one word to describe Atobe. HOT. Completely, utterly, definitely HOT. My friend says that I am severly lacking in appropriate vocabulary with regard to describing Atobe. What can I do? Swooning over Atobe has killed the majority of my brain cells, numbing the rest which has survived his highness ( both literally and figuratively). You'll understand only after watching AND listening to his voice. His speech, with the slight hint of the Kansai dialect, makes him... *faints*
Someone... I don't remember who... Said that people (like me) who indulge in fantastical infatuations (like above) are deprived socially and has some problems with self-esteem and finding their own sexuality. I was all " Huh?" when she told me that. Then I laughed and laughed and laughed. I nearly choked on my tongue and DIED. *shrugs*. Let them say what they wish. I just took it as a major joke. Its the same as those people who think cosplayers (costume players) are rebellious, dangerous, stupid, arrogant... and whatever nonsense they add to my list. Its just a) really unfair and stereotypical and b) biased and within any substantial evidence. Just because we LOOK self-confident, they take it wrongly and diss the entire community. You need truckloads of self-confidence to behave like anime characters, so shouln't people be more supportive instead?
Somehow, I don't really feel like blogging about school. It seems strange for a student not to blog about school. But who cares? School is a... sensitive thingy. I try at best, and it doesn't take a lot of effort, to pass the day in a happy, blissful fog, blanketed by thoughts of Atobe Keigo. It makes one rather unstable and high though. As if you're on drugs administered by your brain. Self- hypnosis. Self- delusion. Whatever you call it, I call it ecstasy. However, the higher you go, the harder you fall. Law of gravity. Then school becomes torment. Oh. Did you know that Issac Newton created Calculus to calculate some other Physics thingy? That smart... guy invented the torment of differentiation and integration so that he could escalate the suffering of all Physics students today, taking the chance to hurt the brain cells of all who take Mathematics. Two birds with one stone. Yup. Oh yeah. I'm really really anxious to recieve my letter from MOE regarding my Humanities Application. I'm wishing that they won't just take one look at my application, laugh, and then dump it aside. Please at least consider me. Please. Maybe I should get a religion. I'm envious of people who can find their faith. I'm an atheist, so I believe in higher being(s), but I don't have a faith. Which is kinda sad. People who find their faith seem more fulfilled... or is it me being overtly sensitive? In any case, I doubt I'll go to any religious centre anytime soon. So in the meanwhile, I shall just look up in the sky... In the ocean... In the drain... In my wallet... LOL.
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