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Die, X, Die.
Thursday, June 26, 2008, 21:34
Common Tests just finished and I got nothing to do, so I went to my email inbox and started reading the chains I received over the months. And it got me thinking (Hey, I actually have brains to think, if you didn't realise. And if you really didn't realise, then that is dumb for you because I believe my brain is bigger than yours.), who exactly reads chains?

Do you read chains?

I don't know. Maybe I can be considered as a reader, after today. And some of things chains include, amazing. Inspirating things, informative facts, shocking news, lame stuffs (Like MSN is closing down and needs you to send this email so that they won't close your account. And hello, do you realise I use Gmail?). Yeah. Interesting.

Pictures. I don't know. Dog kissing another dog and a cat holding a gun and a cat in a cup.

Which leads me to another type of chains. The animal-torture kinds. The some-particular company-forces-chickens-to-eat-growth-hormones-and-kill-them-when-they-are-2-years-old (?. I don't know. I forgot about that.) And the leaving-sharks-to-die-when-their-fins-are-cut-off. And the whacking-of-animals and the idea of poaching. (Gross me out, to listen to their cries and see blood everywhere. Don't it look awful? Okay, maybe not to you. Inhumane.)

Which also leads me to the forward-this-and-the-poor-baby-will-receive-4-cents-of-donations-with-every recipient. Ha-ha. You believe? I don't. Okay. Maybe I am the inhumane one now, but do you think the company really goes to check the statistics? Not like there is a auto-counter. Okay. Maybe there is, but who really gets to see that all the 4 cents have really gotten into the pockets of the parents of the poor baby?

Which leads me to the point that there are actually lots of con people in the society.

Which leads me to the point that people don't donate because of that. (Partly due to the incident where money are transferred from organisations to personal accounts. These people are just so greedy. Hope them choke on their cash and die.)

Which leads me to the point that when I did my flag day for my C.I.P., the number of people who donated versus the number of people that walked passed was so near zero. Okay, fine. I exaggerated.

Which leads me to say that actually I don't donate too. Because I am too lazy to dig out coins and I feel that a note is too much for a donation. (Yeah, donations are never too much right?) And I don't like people staring at me because they would prefer a note than a lot of coins. And I don't like the stickers. And I don't like to make my friends wait. And I don't like to waste time. And a-lot-of-other-nonsensical-reasons-that-is-not-actually-true.

Wait.

Back to the topic, chains.

Anyway, I think chains are useless. Unless they are used to waste time, then they are useful.

Full-stop. I want to sleep and return to New Zealand and bungy and skiing and ...

P/S: First time I am blogging this way in the year. Okay. Second. I think I have just wasted my time typing lots of rubbish.

P/P/S: It's a personal message to Zixi. I'm so not going to do your questions-on-person-number1-to-10.






Ernest