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Hell March II - Westwood
Die Waffen, legt an!!
The long awaited Red Alert 3!
Today
Well, nothing much to say, except thay JY playing WoW right now so I cant login. I might as well blog. Today, I had a fun time doing homework, because its GP essay! YAY! Ok lar, maybe not so fun, but it's still essay writing nonetheless. I like writing. Or typing for the matter. GP tutor ask for 2 paragraph response to whether the arts is necessary in society. Gonna submit a 800 word essay haha. Maybe can crap a bit make it 1k words. Today also kena pang seh. Say go sell ticket together at 3.30 then leave liao never tell me... End up sit there like a dumb *=)*.
Feeling so depressed... Got a sick feeling yet not really sick. Must be the two physical ed lessons. Seriously out of shape from WoWing through out December. Suddenly I had this thought. What if everything is fake. The friends I have are but a figment of my imagination. I might just wake up in a bare white room one day, and some guy walks in and thanks me for participating in some weird out experiment. Then all the memories of my 'actual' life comes back and I realise I 'lived' 17 years in maybe 17 hours. I might not even be human at all.
Or maybe one day, I wake up and everyone becomes hostile. All my friends are out there acting nice and waiting for the kill... What would I do? What would YOU do? Life leads to death which give room for more life. Which again leads to death... Why don't we all just die and don't propagate? Save us all a lot of trouble. No need for food, water, education, economic problems, crime, medication, land. The less intelligent animals might actually be better off without two-legged fools destroying their homes. For all I care, the earth might just explode. So where does all our hard work go? Probably some alien's classroom project work about idiots working hard just to meet an explosive end. Until their planet explodes as well... Why do I care? Why am I here? Only the great scientists, pragmatists and what not will leave behind a legacy. For the rest of us, we just go. No one cares if we were hardworking people or drug addicts. We are just 'The Populace'. Yet without us, there is no society. Ironic ain't it? But who cares. If I disappear overnight, friends would probably be upset for a while. Then I'll be a memory. Someday they will forget I ever existed. So my point is, why the heck we do what we do? What if we don't? And who are the ones that matter? Should the rest of us just leave?
Wow, I can't believe I actually crapped so much in 15 minutes. Well, I guess I was ranting again. I can't believe you actually read till this line... Well so much for now. I wonder if you'll remember me 70 years later or this post I wrote just a few years into the future. Better sleep now. Mass dance @ vivo tomorrow!