I had a wonderful day today. B-E-A-U-tiful. =D Tried to my attach my bag to the rack behind my bike with the cable, and ended up doing revision on Newton's Laws. An object in motion will always be in motion. Whee! Turn bike and bag attempts to continue in the old direction and slides sideways off the rack. =.= Ended up slinging the entire thing to the busstop again. Went to school, chinese teacher held us back. Change, go to the sports gallery, LATE PEOPLE GET YOUR F***ING ASSES RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW, PUMPING POSITON NOW GO GO GO!!! More vulgar, same intepretation. Essentially, another way for the Establishment to beat us down into submission. According to my watch, I was only 8 mins past the starting time of the period, and the teacher's limit was 10 mins. The fury burned at the indignity and injustice of it all. The punishment was easy...pumping postion without moving for oh...11 minutes in the sun while the teacher dragged on and on. I was sweating like hell witihout doing anything strenous.Then after that energy depleting 11 minutes we also had to do 20 push up, blah blah, and then the 2.4, which of course I failed, because a) I HATE RUNNING, b) I WAS ALREADY PRETTY TIRED FROM MY FREAKING 11 MINS, c) I'M WASTED FROM MY SCHEDULE.


Next was lessons, lessons, lessons. I have so much chemistry to do. Did quite well in today's chemistry practical. I left my freaking water bottle in school! LT 4 I think...freak, freak, freak. Dammit! It was a perfectly fine bottle. I hope I still can find it...HUGE downpour when I was going home. Its amazing how life struggles mightily in the face of great odds, grasping at anything that may be a source of comfort or joy.At such a time,I only look forward to tomorrow because I can bring my bowling bag to school. It may seem small and inane, but trust me, when your life is mind-numbing monotony, you'll be surprised at what makes you happy. 1st time I'll be bringing my bag along for the CCA. Its the only thing I look forward to for tml.


Throughout the downpour, lightning lashed across the landscape and thunder rolled. The rain came down in rivers, and the howling wind splashed it all over our clothes. I got wet horizontally even though I was under the busstop's shelter. I waited very long for the 89, and watched the display of heaven's wrath, as I saw lightning smite the tops of buildings, in a blinding series of flashes. Thunder suddenly roared, stattaco explosions, staggered at short intervals. I felt through my body the shockwave as the explosions pummeled the air, and sent faint tremors up my feet.It was like the Apocalypse, the final battle between heaven and earth, as bolts of lightning were hurled down, obliterating all in their path, as the humans cowered. A bolt struck the building opposite the bustop, and an explosion rocked the ground. As I watched, I realised there was little doubt as to why the ancients believe fervently in the concept of omnipotent gods, like Zeus and Thor. Such power was terrifying yet beautiful in ferocity.


Finally, 2 no. 89s came. Rushed onboard, and sat at the front of the top deck. The highway had become a sea. The bus lumbered forwards, a towering behemoth, as I watched other cars zoom by, speedboats in a sea on asphalt. An SUV cut its way through the water like a battleship, its wheels throwing up twin rooster tails, arcing through the air, high enough to obscure the windows. The vehicles left twin wakes on the road, as I watched a car fearlessly speed up, and overtake another. I got to the bustop, to see some MF had f***ed around with my bike again, as it was lying on the floor despite my chain. I checked the post to see several red scrapes around it. obviously the MF had dragged my bike around the post a few times, scraping off the decal, then managing to make it topple over. Damn I should join CSI. Any job offers?


I wish I could shove a red hot poker up their asshole, laser off their limbs, and like the serial killar in a movie I saw maybe debone those cowards. Then I'd get boneless chicken. Get it? Coward? Chicken? Ha-ha. Speaking of saw, I'd like to do a Saw on the culprit(s). Omigosh. The orgasmic rush of pleasure of watching those MFs try to struggle and escape bloodily from my trap. It's almost worth the jail time. How much blood would you shed to stay alive? AFTER RUINING MY BIKE! Mayb I'd go retro and hang drawn and quarter them. Ancient English punishment of hanging a person till half dead, slicing open their stomach and pulling out and burning their guts in front of them, and cutting the rest of their body into four segments. Cool. A classic. Since i was wet enough, I cycled back in the rain, music blasting from my MP3. My foot slipped on the wet pedal, and I nearly swerved into another cyclist wihle crossing the road. Neat. Final Destination anyone?


Btw CCA got cancelled. Whoopee. Only thing I look forward to gone. Mayb gonna train with the rest of the J1s? =S I love my blogskin. symbolises my life now. Filled with words, chaos, blood, sweat, and tears, and totally messy, and morbid. Whee. Haha...I won't let the Establishment take control. To be another one of the brain-washed masses. No matter what they throw at me I will not give in. I will survive. As my hp screensaver says..."Fuck it all, Fuck this world, Fuck everything you stand for, Don't belong, Don't accept, Don't give a shit, DON'T. EVER. JUDGE ME." =D Heheh....love that.