It's just a POST.

Shocking, isn't it.

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No, this is NOT a clone of this. That was just an excuse for a bad joke.

Speaking of jokes: I've been labeled as one. Not that it's recent or anything. Don't worry if it isn't obvious. There are supposedly plenty of eyewitness accounts. Somewhere. (Now if that wasn't an open invitation for my regular (or new) tormentors to use the *gasp* horrendous thing called a tagbox I swore not to put up here, I don't know what is. Meh. RCKY feels used.)

In a way it's funny how I actually don't mind being laughed at. As long as people laugh, it's all good. This is disturbing, though I'm thankful for the fact (?) that so far the people laughing AT me can also laugh WITH me: making laughing at myself a lot easier. Gah I need some psychoanalysis. I'll have to admit that there is no way I'm going to reach the heights of being the funnyguy-with-his-very-own-variety-show like a certain (now this is really shocking news) primary school mate (well, now you know where not to send your kids to, though you don't know where not to; seeing as I haven't smeared its prestigious chinese name as of yet to avoid the press) who has acheived infamy for being the ultimate joke(r) in school (popular belief being subjective, though still popular).

As someone has pointed out: I'm a comedy of errors. Not that I was conceived accidentally or anything (I'm VERY certain of this). But hey. I've fumbled along alright. I know where I'm going.

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That. Was a rare moment of coherent reflection. You can imagine the nonsense I myself can't understand when put in words.

"I have questions; questions that need answering." *ducks to avoid low beam*

All you need is a simple mind. Heh.

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Black or brown or dark green or white?

Ok. Now that my entire wardrobe has been revealed, we move on to:

Intelligent design or evolution?

Big bang or creation?

How much does it matter to you, if it matters at all?

Theory or belief?

Is there even a difference between the above two?

What are you Certain of?

How certain are you of Certainty?

Do we have free will?

What happens to 'us' when we 'die'?

Wanna bet your life?

Who really cares if these questions get answered?

Are there answers?

Are you sure?

Are you pissed that this sounds like what you're doing in school and some idiot actually bothers to think about it?

Did any of those questions make sense?

Did you think about them?

Who is reading this anyway?

Why bother, indeed?

Knowledge

I can tell it's affecting me. 'It' referring to various prods to make people think. Or just RCKY trying to stay alive.

So. I say knowledge, other than when used for leverage (term left vaguely defined to facilitate some sort of thought), is basically useless. Really. Knowing for the sake of knowing or for one's interest doesn't seem to count either, because apparently, what you know and how you came about knowing it is just trash...

Wait. That was nonsense. That, was some desperate fool clawing for a view that isn't 'cookie-cutter', blind to the fact that it is precisely these self-deludedly 'non-conformist' views that are a dime a dozen among the world's self proclaimed intellectual thirteen year old population (not being discriminating, but usually thirteen's a time where (some) kids think they're too smart for various things, mostly concerning with authority in its various forms, though there are some cases where they don't grow out of it; or, as the previous paragraph (and this one) suggests, lurks at the darkest corner of one's psyche, waiting to emerge, of all places, online where views are oh-so-conveniently presented, rants blared, and one's Superman pyjamas hung out to dry (not that I have any) (I do have too many parentheses though)).

My bad. Sorry RCKY. I should never have left you in the art room.

Oh Baby, Are You Okay?

Baby
How did you get this way?
I leave you alone for a moment
And your stare's a little vacant
Why do you look away
Baby
Why do this to yourself
Don't I love you enough
It isn't that tough
To see that it's no good running away

Are you ok?
Are you ok?
Because I see that scratch, that scar
On that body of yours
Baby, are you ok?

Baby
How did you get this way?
I know your heart is fragile
So this is gonna take a while
Before you go out and play
Baby
Stay out of the sun
We know you will fracture
Is it so hard to capture
That you're my only one?

Oh no, oh no

Could I have been the one who hurt you?

Was I too careless?

Did I step out of line?

Is it time for a tearful goodbye?

Are you ok?

Are you ok?

Because I see that scratch, that scar

On that body of yours

Baby, are you ok?

You know the school year is going to suck when...

...you don't look forward to it.

...teachers confirm your feeling of dread with long lectures that outline how the next two years is all uphill.

...said lectures span across entire week.

...you feel drained even after all that sleep during said lectures.

...you find out that you have to go through the crap of repeating your name twice, loudly, when someone doing a roll call goes through all the D names and then pauses uncomfortably.

...roll caller pronounces your name funny.

...you have to introduce yourself eventually to a dozen other people you've met once/haven't met/don't wish to meet/have a vague awareness of their existence.

...everyone else pronounces your name funny, except, of course, the people you've been with for quite a while.

...you thought this traumatic experience of introductions was over and done with, since it's the same school you're still in.

...you remember you might as well have been new anyway, since you, a) didn't mix around with other people due to circumstance and choice (though more due to circumstance) and b) have new schoolmates.

...you realise that you really could be xenophobic.

...the thought of comparing your school experience to another's actually crosses your mind. (Yes, you were content all this while.)

...you don't want it to and don't want to end up blaming your parents/God/yourself for various reasons if it does end up waist deep in muck.

...you don't want to be thinking about it.

...idiots ask whether your life/career/further education is planned out when all you wanted was to get through the system doing the minimal, ask questions later and hopefully get an ENJOYABLE JOB THAT YOU HAVE AN INTEREST IN, even though you won't end up rich.

...you write your insignificant views about it in your blog when you swore you wouldn't.

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No, I'm not depressed. I think. Meh. Needed to say all that.