The one week holiday,
Utterly Useless.

I neither rested nor studied anything.
3/4 was devoted to HBO.

So right, hooray me, for:
1) Fulfilling Quadrant Four activties when they were never in my agenda at all
2) Failing to fulfil Quadrant Two activites.
3) But I did touch on Quadrant Three.

At least, I haven't gotten anything up in Quadrant 1. Applause!

Anyway, results are back.
(Please, please moderate Chem. The paper is not even fair. But whatever, I shall not start whiny pooey all over again since Rowland probably have had enough of it already.)

Stupid Biology. I hate you all. I should just quit.

I must say it has been long since I got to (well, some may put it as a recurring syndrome) practice verbal abuse, but I call it an Art ('cause it takes skills alright). Afterall, slogging (or slacking) through exams and stoning during the holidays have moulded me into an epitome of boredom, I find it enjoyable (but stupid) to be embroiled in other Battle of the Tongue.

Target for today: Nikodemus Yoga.

N: Gee fille, you’ve lost it, haven’t you?
J: Huh what? :/
N: Your brain.
J: I thought that was a well established fact since long ago. No need to remind me now. :/
N: What’s Uca annulipes?
J: IT’S A CRABBB. A retarded crab!:)
N: I presume you are doing your whacko Bio IA.
J: Yupidooo! Aretarded crab for a retarded bio IA! How is your holiday!
N: Relaxing. I’ve been hibernating. Don’t tell me you've been spending the entire holiday on Bio IA so far.
J: Er, no. I have been doing more constructive stuffs. Like… I have been busy.
J: Sleeping. Haha, I haven’t slept so much in my life! All I do is wake up, eat breakfast and sleep. I rock!
N: Literally.
J: I swear I'm going to be a pig.
N: Wonder how we managed to get through the past few months. Utter miracle.
J: I died.
N: No wonder. I've been wondering where's the smell’s coming from. Someone is rotting. Zombie.
J: From yourself. Don’t push the blame on others when you are stinking the entire place up yourself. No wonder I feel so nauseatic in the exam hall all the time. And I don’t even sit near you.
N: You should sit near me, then you can feel the brilliance aura.
J: I'm happy enough basking in my own brilliance. I don’t need yours, kid. You stupid person, distracted me and I scratched my scab out. Now I’m bleeding.
N: SPCA SPCA. Animal abuse.
J: Huh?
N: OH, scab. I thought, crab.
J: CRAZY CHILD. I thought I was the only crazy person obsessed with crabs.
N: You are not alone after all.
J: I know right. Your freaking retardedness has diffused into me, sitting with you for too long in Math class. your freaking retardedness has diffused into me, sitting with you for too long in Math class.
N: You should be honoured.
J: For being retarded? No thanks, I'd rather be NOT retarded.
N: If you think my Maths mode is wacko, you should check out my Chem mode.
J: I dont think I would want to. What do you do? Stuff mercury up people's nose or what?
N: Nah. Just jumping up and down, playing crazy scientist. It’s fuuuuuun.
J: Babi gila. Know what, I dont think it's fun. It probably makes you look a hell load more stupid than you already do.
N: Looks can be deceiving.
J: Gosh, so you are more stupid than you look?! Right, I wouldn’t want to imagine it.
N: You won’t want to imagine it. The extend of intelligence
J: is probably a negative value.
N: It’s scalar. Magnitude only. No direction.
J: Fine you win. I have nothing to say. Except maybe your intelligence is like nearer to 10^-99 while the rest of the world's like 10^99.
N: That’s what we need. A genius in his own right. Unique and original.
J: Yea, a really dumb person so that everyone else looks relatively clever even if they have an IQ of 0. Haha yea, you have benefitted the world alot. Thanks.
N: Welcome.
(J draws a smiley face.)
N: Retard.
J: Who? You?
N: Wonder who.
J: Haha, I wonder too. The title sounds more suited to you though. :/
N: Yea, ‘cause it would be wasted on you. You can’t even understand what it means.
(J draws a poo.)
J: You look like that. A piece of shit.
N: At least I’m cute. Unlike someone.
J: And that someone is loads cuter. No wonder you look nowhere like her.
N: That one is very true.
N: Nowhere. Nowhere would he like to look like that person. Thinking of it alone send shivers along his spine.
J: ‘Cause he couldn't no matter how hard he tried. Yea, he shudders to think what a failure he might turn out to be. Trying to be cute? Fat chance, man. All he remains is a pile of stinking poo.
N: Poo poo poo. Cutie pooie.
(J draws another poo.)
N: Cutie pooie with samurai eyebrows.
J: Omg it moves! Can you see it move?
N: No it doesn't.
J: Haha, it's still moving. Its eyebrow. Hahaha, so cute. Oh well, retarded people can’t see it.
N: Are you sure it’s not the other way round?
J: Oh yea, maybe. :/
N: Btw, how did you get the scabs?
J: Are you talking about crabs? Or scabs?
N: Crzb
N: Crab
N: Scab
J: The crabs. They are from Malaysia and they are still in Malaysia. I got my scab from Malaysia too!
N: Souvenir, huh?
J: Yea, and you stupid person make me scratch it. So now I’m bleeding. Thanks.
N: It’s entirely my fault that Joey scratches her scab and makes it bleed. You are welcome.
J: It's not entirely your fault... but if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t be looking at the convo screen and scratched it out by accident. Therefore it's still your fault babbaye.
N: I'm too captivating for my own good.
J: Not really. More like the MSN screen. The screen looks tonnes better than you do. Sorry to say that yea.
N: That’s ‘cause you don’t see my face. Only my shadow. And the effect is already so mesmerizing.
J: I'm glad I only get to see your shadow. I fear I may do more than scratch my scab out in fright if I do actually see your real face.
N: The fright that you can’t stare at it forever. Too divine.
J: Why can’t I stay at it forever? I see you everyday in school. That face that looks like poo. Hey poo poo, aren’t you sleeping in your toilet bowl yet?
N: Close, it’s a few metres away. Rah, alright wacko Biologist. I’m off to sleep.
J: Alright, sleep tight near your toilet bowl. Don’t get too stinky yea?
N: Don’t worry. Chanel can’t match my fragrance.

from.

Freak!
(My eyes, my eyes!)

:/

Dang it.
I'm surprised, really, but I shall not think about it!
Obliviate!

Events are occurring.
Like a time-bomb ticking.

Oh well.