I'm paranoid about my weight for no reason but I ain't anorexic and I would most certainly take utmost pleasure in strangling the hellout of anyone who would claim otherwise.

I'm still a slave of the autocratic education regime and am incarcerated in CWealth Secondary,a torture-concentration-death camp located in a very Ulu area in Pandan, Weat Coast, Singapore, and which experts claim has layouts bearing a striking resemblence to planning in blueprints of Nazi death camps uncovered after WW2.

I have a sense of humour with origins journeying back to the Sahara and the Serengeti, and am currently housed in class 3-3, a room on the second storey, surviving in horrible conditions of pressure and we swear that whoever planned the targets for the O Level examinations enduring next year is somehow or another, relatedto Josef Stalin. If I get promoted, I'll be in class 4-3 next year and if I'm not, I'll plunge myself off the ledge outside a classroom my dementedmind will select at random located on the fourth storey and scare the freak ass off the poor kids inside the room and possibly cause untreatable trauma, and then I'll spend the rest of eternity drifting around the campus, haunting the goddamn place until someone finally chucks us into PRIME,resulting in the organisation packing up and doing some grand move to another premise with all the pomp and circumstance of Mao Zedong's Great Leap Forward (it'll also bear close resemblence to the mentioned event).

I've always been a hopeless purist and it will be quite a longtime before I can finally appreciate all facades and perspectives of art wholly and fully, as well as sciences, chemistry, physics (F=ma)and biology (I get headaches squinting down microscopes, see?) I listen to all genres of music except heavy metal, which I can only appreciate when it's being played live,the volume being below a certain level, and if less than 20% of the lyrical content consists of vulgarities in English or otherwise.

And I wish Newton had been brought up in Changi, Singapore, in a coconut plantation instead of some apple grove estate where he got off with a whack by some supposedly-sour-tasting species of fruit known asthe Flower of Kent, and as a result, has led to many millions of students around the world cursing the hell out of him for coming up with his three goddamn laws of kinematics and dymnamics. However, I worship the guy on one hand for the fact that he came up with a prism, which I greatly appreciate since I love colourseven though it may seem to my associates that my world, vision and thinking exist in only monochrome.




Man, I have a potential internship with the Encyclopedia Brittanica. Oh yeah, I'm good:)
There goes part of my autobiography already.