Oh my God..
Technically, I spent the entire day with “Golden Glasses” today.
When I arrived for economics consultation today, there was Jerrold, Huda and guess who? Yes. I was so surprised but my wonderfully stern face often conceals my emotions well. I shiftily moved to the opposite side of the bench. You thought lessons were going to start, but OH NOPE Ms Heng dumped us and went off for about 2 hours or more, according to him who actually noted the time.
He casually said “Supp” to me and I just stared blankly and looked away. Emotionlessly. I am probably the best actress in the entire universe. Or maybe I’m frozen stiff like the social awkwardness of all aspies. Either way.
I tried to focus on my work. In a few minutes I was so caught up with it then it once again stunned me when he suddenly did a weird loud sigh and then sat in the way I usually do when I get really comfortable - one knee to the chest. And i was like, “what the …!?!? we even sit in the same way” in my head.
I decided to go to the convenience store to get some boosters. I thought, “hey, i should get something for all of us”. I bought us chocolate milk. He thanked me, and we looked at each other without eye contact. That was amazing. Its like both persons avert eye contact but is looking in that direction anyway- two very strange people in their own world’s- but it’s really comfortable this way. I smirked.
After a long time, ms heng came back.
He is the most ridiculous person in the world. Firstly, he pronounced auction as “aunc-tion” like “function” and he said this arrogantly. When he was corrected, he just laughed in the most natural way, as if unembarrassed. This kid!!!! That nerve!
Then an old couple passed by in the background and he commented , “so old still hold hands” , and ms heng was saying she need to consult his future wife for depression.
And that’s not all.
We got on the same bus. I got on first, and he got on later about 4 stops away. Strangely, the bus suddenly cleared and guess what? there was an empty seat behind mine. He walked up the aisle and casually lingered beside my seat as if to seek acknowledgement (but I was trying my best to concentrate on the notes of Monti’s Czardas). Then he sat down.
When he got off the bus, he punched me in the shoulder bone and that kind of hurt. He said something and a goodbye. I did an awkward little bading goodbye action.
Okay, I have no idea what else to say but that it is so weird that whatever I want whatever I get.
In 13 minutes, Ms Heng would turn up at the study benches outside the lecture theaters.
If she doesn’t, then I shall send her a text message. As for now, I shall continue finishing my economics exercise for the day and crafting more questions for the consultation.
I have a thing for anagrams. And that’s a double entendre.
Plans after the a levels:
1. Achieve the perfect fitness and capability.
2. Sign up for gymnastics training for future parkour.
3. Get a service job and try not to get bullied.
4. Obtain a new friend that is true.
5. Explore Sydney, Australia with sissy.
6. Internship with some research institute.
7. Write countless essays on everything.
Rini’s List of Forbidden Things
1. No alcohol.
2. No smoking.
3. No drugs. (Enhancers included)
4. No lying for fun.
5. No exploitation. (Unless life/death)
6. No profanities.
7. No unnecessary nor inappropriate socialising.
8. No break of routines unless planned.
9. No lack of discipline.
Once upon a time, when Darwin’s theory of evolution was based on morphological evidence, it could be disputed that the theory can be fallaciously subjective.
But today we’ve gone far from that. Not only is there hard molecular evidence in the form of DNA where we are able to trace the evolutionary lineage via DNA-DNA hybridization, there’s hard-core archaelogical evidence for those who prefer more visible “direct” proof. I don’t see why this theory can be refutable under this context, unless one admits to preferring an illogical, hypocritical point.
Then again, certain things in life aren’t always rational.
You can believe what you want, but hopefully one would not so readily diss the merits of believing otherwise. After all, facts aren’t meant to promote beliefs. They purely show all there is to it. The truth.
Apparently, Patriarchy has killed the possibility of parthenogenesis (self-conception by the female species) in humans.
This is partly because parthenogenetic reproduction only produces female offspring, and that this directly threatens the importance of the male species. The other argument asserts that the female must necessarily be in an optimal state of health in order to harness this ability, thus lowering the probability of procreation to ensure the species’ survival. Remember that if the woman is to reproduce asexually, she must provide for a diploid embryo instead of a haploid egg cell. In multicellular organisms with relatively more intricately-designed systems e g. Mammals, the cell must contain more nutrients, grow significantly larger to contain these materials and still maintain cellular checkpoints to ensure healthy cells are produced. Under the evolutionary perspective, males are then necessary to increase probability of perpetuating the species by providing incentive (think, hormones) or regulation (physical prowess is notably, designated to males).
Whilst certain lower animals e.g parthenogenetic lizards and plants exhibit asexual reproduction still, having a simpler build, it is not impossible that humans could have once possessed the ability to self-conceive. As such, cases of the “Virgin Mary” may not be entirely fallacious.
Another possibility is that Mother Mary might have been a hermaphrodite, but of course, the myth states that she is a virgin. I’m not sure if self-conception in hermaphrodites is considered asexuality, but it seems not, since hermaphroditic plants who self-conceive are considered to reproduce sexually still (science textbooks in Singapore states so, at least).
Surely evolution has played its part to diminish the possibility of parthogenesis in humans today, and that should one bring it up the subject in this present day, one is likely to be laughed at. Perhaps cases of such may still present itself in the less advanced of humans, the Amazon people or tribes, so let’s not be too quick to laugh it off.
And here are my favourite set of people in MJC.
Keith, Nabila and Ms Heng.
It’s the last day of school.
Here are some photographs of my classmates.
Poem to describe my Present state
I indulge my last days in books and poems
Tolstoy, Dario, Wilde and Poe
For leisure they fill my brain with brilliance
Of a romanticism I regard as sin in tis’ lifetime
Apart from shabby work I sought to improve
The dance of a maniac rings true in my head
Telling one the secrets of one’s inner soul
All dark and inconsistent and tried
Sharpies make their mark on my time
With watches and clocks flooding my workplace
And black coffee or tea trickling in the kitchen
Singing their boiling songs in manly whistles
Paper after paper flies into the trash bag
Scrunched in balls of imperfections
And there’s the smell of markers that assumed its place
In the rotten universe of the AppleBeloved’s back brain
Although the scent of coffee and petrichor from down below definitely beats the stench of a thousand marker pens
If I’ve learned anything from video games, it is that when you meet enemies, it means that you’re going in the right direction.
that’s really inspiring
holy fucking shit