School is Cool
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
School is still a fucking waste of my emotions. I still hate the class and still despise the interactions i have with Mr. Alphabet Soup.
Mother's advice was and has always been to not trust anyone but family.
I'm desensitized and jaded. 89 more days to the beginning of my escape from Singapore and the fucking twits & twats that inhabit this place.
Can't even articulate & enunciate simple English words, yet they want to make baseless judgments.
I feel like skipping school again.
Hate my emotions, they distract me from my goals. Then comes the yearning for a touch and bus rides.
I'm very turbulent. No study of atmospheric processes would allow you to define and name me.
The hand doesn't respond to my chemical signals.
They say stem cells are totipotent. They have the potential to cure anything.
Nothing can cure homosexuality discrimination - maybe genocide would do.
I wonder why people deem 'fuck' a bad word. Four letters? Means sex? So?
I've met gazillion people who don't use the word fuck yet carry black hearts. They are the bad ones.
So...
Fuck the world. Live Merry and Boot-Lick. The worthless always make it in Singapore. Or maybe this is only relevant to PJC?
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