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My brain is half dead. And yes, in case you were worried that school has started, the answer is NO. Its still the summer holidays. How do you tell? First, humidity and temperatures are soaring to greater heights. Second, there are no complaints about school work on my blog. Third, I'm half dead from being overworked by CCA, cosplay and CIP. See the 3Cs? The fourth will be the beginning of vulgarities being hurled at my life and my inane ability to overwork myself when I'm supposed to be vacationing and playing.

I need to go to the beach. Any takers?

There are times when I feel that modern people are just hastening their demise. We sleep so few hours that the prescribed 8 hours seem like a luxury instead of a necessity. We rush from place to place, as we think taking our own sweet time is a waste time. We schedule one activity after another as we think being lazy is a sin. We work our hair, socks and eyebrows off as we all need money to feed our narcisstic tendencies and material desires.We demand excellence and immediate responses so much that a slight delay aggravates us and makes us pissy. We eat rubbish, breathe in rubbish food and spew more rubbish out onto the streets. Personally, I think humans are disgusting, me included. So if I ever compare you to an animal, please be honoured. No, I'm not joking. 

I know full well that I have just returned form the nice and breezy HK. I know full well that the photos are no where to be seen online. I know full well that I'm supposed to be all happy and rested and LOVING every single minute that I'm engaged in meaningful community aiding activities. I know I'm supposed to be superbly happy about getting my photo taken after the long break. And I know that only in fairytales to you SUPPOSEDLY live happily ever after. After all, this is not a galaxy far far away. Nor is it once-upon-a-time-land. This is here and now. Not there. Not later. Its called the present, and like all gifts given by our dearest god almightly, its a double edged sword and jack-in-the-box combined. Its going tospring out at you and STAB YOU IN THE EYE. Yes, I'm still sane, most unfortunately. Else I'd plead insanity and go rest in IMH.

I ought to sleep earlier. My complexion is terrible. I think it is partially the allergic reaction when I was leaving for HK and my time of the month. Like everyone who knows me can tell, my face virtually explodes into a mass of pimples everytime I get my period. One look and you know which part of my monthly cycle I'm at. The nicer my complexion, the further away from my the bloddy thing. Sigh. I know its part of me being a girl, but it is so irrtating. Why can't I just lay eggs like chickens or something? Okay, I take that back. It'd be a huge pain to lay an egg first thing every morning. It might actually be even worse than bleeding 7 days of the month and sporting a pimple-filled face for 14 days of the month. Comparative evil and all. Guys have it easier in this aspect nyah~

On the topic of procreation, I think I'm going to give up on my goal. A bit too difficult. If you don't know what I am talking about, please pay more attention to me. I'm too lazy and irritated at having to continuously repeat myself. And in case you forgot, I don't like BOYS. I like MEN. I like guys who aren't busy chasing after whimisical games because they cannot be bothered to think more. The only person who can do that and get all my love is my younger brother. If you don't fit into the above mentioned category, stop thinking that I'm amused by your little antics. Monkey tricks are only appealing in the zoo or at the circus.

On a final note, I think those who think that all bloggers are eyeliner spamming bimbos ought to hurl themselves off the nearest skyscraper. I recommend a high rise building, preferably throw yourself off the ledge  above the 12th floor. Higher probability of death. And make sure that there is nothing but hard concrete on your way down. You'd make a wonderfully bloddy pancake on the sidewalk. Insulting buggers, to quote Winter. I like eyeliner, but I hardly ever use make-up. And I spam eyeliner only for a photoshoot and only because I have single eyelids. Sheesh! Imbeciles! I'm not a poodle toting bimbo! The only poodle are those balloons I sell! And those are for CHARITY. You can buy one from me at $2 if you wish. (Shameless plug)

Okay, I shall stop the ranting and raving....

"If results were everything, we'd stop living our lives because the end result is death."