Why is everything in life a competition? You compete with your siblings to gain that new book or toy, you compete with your classmates for the top position, and eventually you compete with your colleagues for a promotion. Why is it that people cannot just live together peacefully, harmoniously and everything? Of course, this is the ideal world for everybody, where there is no war, no famine, nothing. But is it really a perfect world? Everything will seem so fake and so, mechanical, like someone is controlling us. Sarah and I were saying a few days ago perhaps we were all 'fishes' in a tank, and Earth is the tank itself, with people around it looking in at us. Now thinking back, we can set up a theory called S and J's theory on the formation of Earth. Maybe earthquakes are formed when these giants shake the Earth or something, like when I feel hatred for the fishes and shake the fish tank slightly. OK, I sound so violent, but honestly I don't like fish. What's their purpose in life besides reproducing and swimming? Besides the fact we eat them of course. But a dog can guard a door, a cat can bury its own urine and shit, a mouse can see using its whiskers, but what can a fish do? Nothing much. And I already have a phobia for fish since my mom sat on the goldfish and it died a tragic death. LOL. What a sadist. Suddenly I'm thinking about butterflies. A few months back my template had a butterfly on it (remember remember?). One of the biggest mysteries in life must be how a cocoon manages to change its ugly self into such a beautiful butterfly. Maybe when people find out, there won't be any ugly people on Earth. But anyway, I guess it can be considered a miracle. Maybe the cocoon is a phase of matter, and the butterfly is another and due to heat or something it changes? OK, I am just being lame... To end it all, I shall say that the weekend ahead will be a well received one. There isn't much homework (yay!!) and mostly I will be slacking it all.. To end, good luck for the finals in table tennis competition and hope you find your phone and the nice taxi driver returns it, HH. Lalala.. I'm bored.

2/25/2005 09:13:00 pm;