Saturday, September 29, 2007 @ 8:15 am
chemistry paper was so disgusting. no use studying so friggin' hard for chemistry. in the end i'll still fail. if i can get a big fat D i'm tremendously lucky already. stupid stupid chemistry. make me dream of free radical substitution every time i go to sleep. make me feel like puking, feel like giving up during the paper itself. stupid chemistry. YOU DIE!!! i'll conquer you by next year. muahahaha.
3 papers to go. i finished reading 500 over pages of great expectations in less than a day! hahaha. i'm a super reader =) i love Pip. poor poor Pip and poor poor portable property. i've often wondered how the story would be like if Magwitch managed to escape after all. would Pip and Magwitch live happily ever after in Australia, surrounded by portable property, and possibly building another Castle like Wemmick's? and Pip would be able to redeem himself more, to Magwitch and to Joe. things would be different then. Pip's expectations would then be fulfilled, no matter if Pip deserved it or not. but if Pip took to Magwitch kindly when he was a kid, and did not chase Magwitch out of his house when he's an adult, i think he fully deserves Magwitch's money. stupid Pip why you never take the damned cheque book and possibly write yourself one million pounds or something. stupid guy. take Wem-wem's and Jag-jag's advice la! stupid Dickens, you stoooooopid man why do you have to let Magwitch die? =( if you had not redeemed yourself by killing Compeyson, I would have hanged the book you wrote outside Newgate Prison too. poor Magwitch =( poor poor me dying in the hands of NJC promos. i'll be grateful to whoever who would take a knife and stab my heart. right now.
oh Miss Havisham come after me in your withered bridal dress and give me your Satis House. i would rather live in your house and be locked up from the rest of the world. the world outside is crumbling faster than Satis is decaying. the world outside is killing monks and innocent civilians. the world outside are playing with guns like they're a child's playable. what will happen to us, the next generation? why are the adults behaving like barbarians in this world? do they not know how greatly distressed their youngs are? are they going to pass down the violent allele generation after generation? till one day the Earth will collapse under Man's own hands. Man is a malignant cancer cell in this Earth. poor animals run away if you can. run away from Man's claws. run to another dimension, another place, another planet. whatever you can do, run away, seek the freedom that you deserve. revolt if you can. revolt against Man. make Man suffer for his own misdeeds. if my life can be exchanged for Nature to be relived, i really don't mind.