mom. mom. i got Fantastic for my chem.

leave me to my state of self denial people. and all will be fine.

the only thing i learn today is how mole concept is done.

question. calculate the number of moles of blah blah blah.
ans. count it off ang's face.

O quam te memorem arun.

T.S Eliot couldnt have put it any better. arun has accomplish what no graduating victorian has ever done. he challenged authority(if that is what you will call ang) and got fuck. we all admire his courage inside us, we want to be like him, daring to do what our heart knws and tell us is right. deep within us, we know that he is the model of which we hope and desire to be like. free. unrestricted. out invisible puppeteer control. but the superficial mortals we are condemm him and the incident as an act of stupidity and impulse.

O we mortals couldnt put it better. the lies we fabricate to comfort our burning soul. so that we may sleep through the night, not to incinerate within. what are we? we are nothing if not hypocrites living in the comfort of their own self denial of their sins. we hide behind the mask of lies and deceit. but what can we do about this way of life. absolutely nothing. we are all just prisoners here, of our demise.

Inside my heart is breaking, my makeup maybe flaking but my smile still stays on.

Life goes on.