just did math test tdy. how should i put it? yea, i'm happy i'm kinda improving ba.. more has to be done. the poisson stats qn was well done, the probablity one was bad, and the complex numbers one was half gd. hmm.. lets say, i'd definitely pass. think i'll get abt C ba.. hmm.. oh wells.. probability probably isn't my cup of tea.
oh.. i kinda shoot pretty well tdy ba.. must thank muz for his stabilizer.. yea.. stabs really help when you're shooting outdoors. talent doesn't. HAHA. yea, talent works better than stabs indoors. because there is no wind, and the arrows kinda dun flex so much too, since it's short distance. yups.. kinda got few good yellows at 30m, and few nice yellows at 50m.. (: me is happy.
happy b'dae vic.. hope you like e tie ba? hahax..
sheesh.. i stare at the random person in the aluminium foil. i dunno y you kinda hold it against ppl when they dun reciprocate your goodwill.. you have that feeling tt you're not loved, and your care isn't being returned. shit. and the next thing you know, you unconsciously shut the person out of your life. cos you feel hurt and don't wanna hurt yourself again. especially when no one has ever hurt you before in your life. cos you're that son of a powerful man. no one dared to hurt you. you never knew how it felt like, though you'd always choose to stand in the place of the close friend who had to die. but you kinda shut that friend of yours out of your life. just like that. and you can't bring yourself to accept that friend again. because you think all humans are pure of heart just as you are. and you can't bring yourself to think that there are people who exist that don't reciprocate a true friendship. and because you think that these are the very people whom you've regarded as your closest friends. because you've never learnt how to forgive. no one taught you. you look into the aluminium foil and ask, why do things have to be this way?
mood = sad. sad that such people exist in this world. but you will try accepting them. and possibly continue trying, for the rest of your life.
cos maybe you're just not as much a human as you try to be.. you don't fear death. that's weird in itself. it's kinda when you don't dear death and chat about it, you don't fear almost everything else. why's it that you can face the devil himself? maybe there'll be a day, when you really get sick of his corruptions.. that you face him head on with no regard to yourself. just pure anger, rage, sadness, hatred. the pure disgust and hatred at what he's done to corrupt the innocent souls.. that you probably kill him yourself. then what? god punishes you for upsetting the balance. cos now, you've too many good people. and everyone takes good for granted, beacuse no one will ever know sin again.
how weird, both god and the devil hates you. and hey, the world might love you now, and then forget about you in the future.. yes, especially when they take good for granted.
Baby Cakes by Neil Gaiman
A few years back all of the animals went away.
We woke up one morning, and they just weren't there anymore. They didn't even leave us a note, or say goodbye. We never figured out quite where they'd gone.
We missed them.
Some of us thought that the world had ended, but it hadn't. There just weren't any more animals. No cats or rabbits, no dogs or whales, no fish in the seas, no birds in the skies.
We were all alone.
We didn't know what to do.
We wandered around lost, for a time, and then someone pointed out that just because we didn't have animals anymore, that was no reason to change our lives. No reason to change our diets or to cease testing products that might cause us harm.
After all, there were still babies.
Babies can't talk. They can hardly move. A baby is not a rational, thinking creature.
And we used them.
Some of them we ate. Baby flesh is tender and succulent.
We flayed their skin and decorated ourselves in it. Baby leather is soft and comfortable.
Some of them we tested.
We taped open their eyes, dripped detergents and shampoos in, a drop at a time.
We scarred them and scalded them. We burn them. We clamped them and planted electrodes into their brains. We grafted, and we froze and we irradiated.
The babies breathed our smoke, and the babies’ veins flowed with our medicines and drugs, until the stopped breathing or their blood ceased to flow.
It was hard, of course, but necessary.
No one could deny that.
With the Animals gone, what else could we do?
Some people complained, of course. But then, they always do.
And everything went back to normal.
Only...
Yesterday, all the babies were gone.
We don't know where they went. We didn't even see them go.
We don't know what we're going to do without them.
But we'll think of something. Humans are smart. It's what makes us superior to the animals and the babies.
We'll figure something out.
humans are degenerating. becoming less human. maybe an apocalypse wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. just kill the corrupted. they kind of make the majority.
slashed at 10:17 PM .
