First, some random update, followed by philosophical randomness, followed by poem

Notes to self:
1. talk too much with benn
- during math lesson, audrey tay tells class that "when it comes to exams, don't be fooled by seemingly easy questions
- overly high gideon randomly interrupts/shouts "don't be fools yo"
- heh heh
2. sleeping earlier (yay)
- beginning to sleep at 1-ish instead of 2-ish
3. smsing more
- not saying its bad though
4. meeting teachers of buses is bad
- meeting teachers on buses
- say hi
- AWKWARD bus ride
5. the physical science teacher hates me
- I don't need proof
6. I'm going for all timeless showtimes
- yes, I am insane

Philosophical:
Let me ask you, what is the difference between reality and existence?
existence, is what really is
reality, is what we perceive existence to be
Therefore, what we perceive as reality, may be different from existence.
i.e. YOU DON'T EXIST, YOU'RE A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION
dum dum dum
or maybe I don't exist.
But thats impossible
quoting rene descrates:"Cognito, ergo sum. Dubito, ergo cognito, ergo sum."
in english: "I think, therefore I am. I doubt, therefore I think, therefore I am."
what he's basically saying is that the very fact that I am able to think proves my existence, because what does not exist, therefore does not think. However, it does not prove that you exist, because although you can think, I don't know if you can truely think, ergo, I don't know if you really exist.
Also, the very fact that I doubt my existence, proves I am capable of rational thought, which in turn proves that I exist. however, if you doubt your existence, it does not equal that you are capable of rational thought. Maybe you're all just a figment of my imagination.

Poem:

Moonlight's Splendor
Look at the moon
Tell me, what do you see?
A portal to a world
where your dreams can be?
A magical theme park
where your attention is fee?
Or in this cosmic golf-game of life
the golf ball on a tee?

I see an orb filled with hope
parading through the night
Before the dark clouds of reason
cover its sweet light
Maybe a circus mirror
distorting whats wrong and right
Till the point you don't know
if you're still fighting the good fight

But if you trudge on through the night
and upon the moon you cling
And when the sun begins to shine
the new day heralding
Remember to thank your guide
The moonlight, the night's king
bid it good will, you'll see it again
once the night renews its coming.

Written by: Krantol Northic
Thanks goes to: Sharmila, my physical science teacher, for making lessons so boring I'm forced to do something else with my time.

Yes, I'm typing this out at 4.50 in the morning.
strike out the sleeping-early part

call this an extra-long make-up post

I'm psychotic
and yes, I miss you
but its not who you think it is

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