Next chapter : Graduation.

Before i forget, fyi, language is a medium of a medium that we human use on a daily basis. Language is just a tool, for us to convey what we mean. Vocalisation is the medium that is transmuted by language. Vocalisation is the act of imparting the thought processes of the mind onto another person.

Hence, it is safe to assume that the mind is the one that provides the intent. The extensions of our body are extensions of our minds. Our minds control our body. Our minds provide the thought, and the actions behind the thought are reflections of the mind. Simple enough. Elementary, really.

Anyways, Memo post 2.
oh shit i forgot, graduation was on the 9th. the showdown happened on the 8th.
For those of you who demands details on the showdown, ask me personally. cause i aint gonna air those dirty laundry up in here.

soo... the post goes as such.

"What's there to say after 2 years of absolute hatred and desolation?
Nothing much."

Thats it. my thoughts on graduation summed into 2 simple sentences.

Nothing much. Nothing much at all, indeed.
well, graduation was a blast. took a bunch of photos, yadda yadda, the food was good, recieved a bunch of presents from various teachers and such.

all things said and considered, graduation was not that bad afterall, in retrospect.
it signalled the end of the downward curve. it signalled the start of the minimum turning point. the point where the downward spiral begins to end. the healing provided by the passage of time began.
Natrisha happened.
So. there i was. frickin headache splitting my head into 2. i felt like shit then and there. and there was a huge fight before that about some flowers.

god. how moronic things have became then.


Anyways, the third post is on... lemme check. hold on to yr horsies laddies and genteelmenz.


its on my feelings towards the A levels. but being of mortal flesh, i tire easily. i shall retire for the night.

ill post down the days that went by during the A's as well. but it will be in a future post. not today.

Fyi each post i made requires gargantuan effort. it draws something out of me everything my fingers reach out to tap upon a letter to marshall these sentences into coherent english.