Week over nought.

WEEK OVER NOUGHT

Mo : 7 minutes *sigh*
Me : In heaven?
Mo : No, in purgatory before i go to hell.
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That was before we had to go to class, she had Sociology and i had Bio practicals. She didn't finish her assignment. Mwahahahaha!!! That was a rather eventful bio practical... hahahahaha!!! I forgot all my food tests so we redid that... My non-reducing sugar didnt turn red... WHY!!! I think the bio apparatus likes boys. Ngarh.
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So that was yeterday, what happened today? I made a lame excuse to cut chem class (urut guy coming cos of my leg... lol) and i wanted to cut bio too... what a waste of time. Had some bonding session with Mo, Jaq and umm... forgot her name... i'm such a bad friend. Had a cup of mash poe-tay-toes for lunch... carbs... my trainer's gonna murder me.
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Puasa month coming up people! Remember, no alcohol-ing! If not you don't get duit raya. Maggots who smoke fags must also cease to fag as fagging is bad for you're health and inhaling fag smoke, i think, can batalkan puasa and i also must insist that fagging is the single most disgusting habit human kind ever created.
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I feel cold all of a sudden... it's the feeling that you get when a ghost is in the room... hair stands on end... i think its called ectoplasm, or so people say. Who are these people that say so? And who am i to believe such? Therefore if i dont believe such, does it make me unusual and a pessimist? A non-believer? And that which they speak of god, does it make me blasphamous to think that they had a little too much sugar in their coffee? Sometimes i hate being human. The perils of humanity is worse off compared to whale extinction (god forbid). Lies, cheating and general no-good behaviour just to get to a desired position. And the concept of product in everything we do. Thanks to Mo, that seems to be the only issue at the moment as well as im concerned.
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Her question stands as "Why should everything we do involve a certain amount of produce? Why cant we just do something and not have a product?" My retort was to say that everything has a purpose, I know it's a little cliche but what was i supposed to say? Me being a manic loiterer and queen of mean and an ensyclopedia of useless information scattered about in my brain, to me, no product means lepaking around the house... i.e.: to mope. I wouldn't care if the world ended without amounting to anything, we're all gonna die anyway.
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Sleep is the cousin of Death which seems to be an eternal void of nothing... Purgatory? Limbo? An in-between before the day of judgement. Darkness. Heaven or hell? You create your own misfortune. What you do not know cannot possibly harm you am i right?