The holidays have been a stressful, surreal blur. It seems as if the last day of school was merely yesterday. And come to think about it, I haven't done much. All I've done about is think about my future and a couple of random destructive rubbish. I cannot stand studying anymore. It's not because I've adopted the 'slackitude', but it's more like my interest in certain subjects have waned. For example, I used to be a biomaniac, like you know, "Whoa! Photosynthesis totally changed my perspective on life! Now, let's read about transpiration". But now, biology is like a total drag. I've tried to understand it but I can't. All those shit about the internal structure of the freakin' hot-dog-with-mustard-looking mitochondria. You can't even see them. Why bother? Robert Hooke can salsa in his grave for all I care.

So, dropping my biology textbook as though it was a hot potato, I've decided to think about life. My life, of course. I'm way too lazy to bother about anyone else's. So far, I've done nothing meaningful or constructive in my life. At the not-so-tender age of 16, I still do not know how to swim or cycle. Honestly, I find myself more pathetic than a mealworm. At least a mealworm can eat cabbage leaves. I can't even do that without barfing like mad. I want to do something unconventional with my life. Like join the Moscow circus. Or, join Greenpeace and save the whales. But then again, I've got a feeling that the Moscow circus and Greenpeace will probably expel me after a day because I grumble too much.

After all this, I realised that thinking about my life is way more mentally taxing than mugging.

The Queen Tells It Like It Is

Her Majesty
Crowned 3rd Oct 1989
Can crack a walnut with her butt NastyLawn-mower
Pain in the arse
Be afraidBe very afraid


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