ello,my name is joshua.i carry an ectoplasmic look during class,my friends call it dao-ness.it's actually called a face.if ur grades sux,then we have alot in common. school:tampenis put on diapers at 2/3/1994 wants: a miracle to happen.good grades(who am kidding)

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the fact that i'm still awake at this time on a saturday night or unconventionally referred to as sunday morning is testimony to two facts.that im a friggin insomniac or that i'm nocturnal.its 2.30 and i have barely an ounce of fatigue in my body,oh well.the past week has been a rush of feverish activities,what with the infocus and what not.hectic really.looking forward to a better next week.i have to tell you,there's a surprising effect to all the excessive talk and hype about the o'levels.i know that talking about the o'levels is supposed to intill a sense of fear to inspire and or motivate us to study.however,when ppl talk about this too much,it actually has an adverse effect,probably due to the fact that we become to accustomed to the tension and pressure.so please,oh please stop talking about the o'levels ppl,because i want to study.that's a weird sentence.

this is to miss idzhana's cme topic about "what u see yourself in 10 years time".oh for the record she's not a bad teacher.(miss idzhana i hope ur reading this.)

what we see ourselves in 10 years time huh.well,in 10 years time we'll be 26 and by that time i'm already through with bout 1/3 my life.(1/3 for guys,1/4 for girls.girls live longer then guys.i'll talk about y another time.)i think that the real question we should be asking is what we hope to have acheived by then,rather then asking ourselves literally,how we see ourselves in 10 years time.because that would merely be scraping the superficial aspect of what time can do to you in 10 years.10 years is a long time.time changes the way your perceive things,which in turn changes the way you react to things.digressing from the main topic,do you guys really think things will be the same in 10 years?its a really scary prospect if u ask me.i dont think i'll be calling amos at 6.50 every morning to wake up the bastard,or i'll be running to school just before the bell rings.i'll have finished natonal service by then,the 2 years in ns will have probably seperated me from my closest friends.then we go to uni,assuming i do,i go to different courses from my friends,assuming again,that they have stuck with me through ns.the 3 years in uni will have undeniaby inevitably seperated me from my friends.a painful thought now that you think about it.i'll miss now.no,i'm already missing now.if u get the drift.anyway,digressions aside,what do i hope to have achieved in 10 years.well,i hope to have insured or secured my future in journalism/writing because thats all i know how to do.
OKAY,I'M WRITING IN CAPS TO GET THE ATTENTION OF

THOSE WHO HAVE JUST ENTERED THIS PAGE,ALSO

BECAUSE THOSE WHO HAVE BOTHERED TO READ TILL

NOW ARE NOW TEETERING ON CONTEMPLATING

WHETHER I'M TOO BORING AND THEY SHOULD JUST

CLOSE THIS WINDOW.YEAH,U CAN LAUGH NOW BUT IT

WORKS.ALSO,I'D LIKE TO INCLUDE THAT THOSE WHO DO

NOT READ THIS UPON ENTERING THE PAGE PROBABLY

DONT WANT TO RUIN THE SURPRISE BECAUSE THEY

THINK I'M TYPING SOMETHING IMPORTANT.WELL I'M

NOT.

anyway,people who sincerely have bothered to read till now consists only of losers like me how have nothing better to do then to find weird things to talk about,but ur just as weird to have bothered reading.u can call me eccentric but i'll stick with bored.

okay,the above paragraph may seem long but all i'm trying to say can me incapitulated into a sentence.i hope to be a journalist or something somewhere along those lines because thats all i'm good for.well,fatigue is starting to sink in,eyelids feel heavy,vision turns blurry and indistict.yeap,symptoms of a disease called "i'm tired".but i think i shall persist abit more.what i'm about to say has no regards to o'levels whatsoever,despite having relevance to school life.do you guys like school now?ppl might be complaining that it sucks now,its all stress and all.and ppl prolly wont believe me if i told them i like it.well i do.because of the one simple fact,which has certain correlations to the above paragraph about ns and stuff.and that is i like the present,because i know the future is worse.ppl tell me that working is stress and makes you grow more grey hairs.if u ask me,it kills a part of you.kills the adolscent desires held captive within you that yearns to come out.this is important so i'm going to type in caps.WHEN WE'RE YOUNG WE THINK OF ALL THE THINGS WE WANT TO DO AND BUY WHEN WE GROW UP.DO WE?DO WE REALLY?I DONT THINK YOU SEE YOUR DAD PLAYING PS3'S OR NDS.WHEN U GROW,YOUR MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL WELLBEING IS SUBJECTED TO INEVITABLE CHANGES.PUT IT SIMPLY,U'RE NOT REALLY WHO U USED TO BE.NO MORE,"MOM FIVE MORE MINUTES",NO MORE "WANNA CALL THE GUYS TO WATCH A MOVIE?",NO MORE ANYTHING.I KNOW THIS SEEMS LIKE I'M OVERREACTING AND I'M BEING TO SENSITIVE,BUT THATS JUST BECAUSE THE EFFECT OF MY WORDS ARE AMPLIFIED MY THE CAPS LOCK.but is also reality,the sad,sad reality.

okay,for of those suckers who want to actually read finish everything i said because their pride is telling them that they want to prove me wrong and show that not only losers like me read and write this shit,u just made urself a bigger loser.so to spare you the agony of reading on,i think i'll end here.cheers mate.

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