ONE OF THE MOST FASCINATING ENTRIES YOU'LL EVER READ.

You've read the title, so you have expectations. Vast expectations, quite possibly. In fact, the probability of you having expectations that are virtually impossible to live up to is pretty much 100 percent confirmed. It is so guaranteed, that the effort to write this most fascinating entry you'll ever read is one of a futile, deranged-mind induced stupidity.

HAH.

If that makes any sense.

Where, you might ask, did i get this moronic delusional intro for an entry? It's while watching my dearest classmates find amusement from a vending machine. Yes. A rectangular box would get you so excited. It's one of the finer things to watch in life - the art of easy self-satisfaction. And so while watching them...it got me thinking, do all life philosophies have to be given from wise old man on his deathbed. That's what you usually read in your fable tales. But must it?

Imagine this.

This certain old man beckoned me to his death bed and went, "In order to succeed..." he hacked and coughed, "...in order to succeed - "

"You already told me that part," I quickly intervened.

"In order to succeed..." he paused, catching breath while i watched him with gritted teeth.

"In order to succeed..." I sighed heavily. I considered giving my eyes a hearty roll, but realized it just might prolong this agonizing torture.

"In order to succeed..." the old, dying man took several breaths.

"Yes?" I said, feigning interest/patience/concern/general-caring-for-the-situation-in-general.

"In order to succeed..." there was a gasp. "First...you must fail..."

HOO-HAH. How cliche is that? You get that in movies everytime. It gets so boring. 'In order to succeed, first you must fail.' Poor old man, he went through the whole ordeal just to tell me a pathetic philosophy. I would have considered asking him if he's on any drugs, but of course he couldn't answer for the dying old man is...well...DEAD. *shrugs*

Okay, everything you've read about is an excuse. I'M JUST BORED. That's all. I have a dozen projects to finish and i would gladly write a letter to Ngee Ann, debating on why students should not be given projects just to get a diploma , faster than you can say 'Cristiano'. BLAH.

Yesterday was Nursing Day. Today is HLM Green Day. It's official. Some reporters have taken pictures of green gorillas (hah! alliteration) prancing about in our campus. With a little negotiation, i might be able to buy the pictures from him (who just wants to be known as Mr. Moan Whiner) and put it up in my next entry. He's not accepting anything less than $21.58 for one picture. MEANIE.

And oh yeah. You know the feeling when your whole world turns upside down and you feel like the weight of the earth is on you and just when you consider suicide, you look at a certain someone, and your problems just disappear into thin air, replaced by a beautiful smile? I DO. =)

Thank you dear. I love you for everything you've done. If i have a chance to trade you with Cristiano Ronaldo, i would hire people to shoot Ronaldo dead. Then i wouldn't have the chance anymore, could i? =P You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. iLu.

8:31 PM