just my luck....it's been bad.

check it out. ok, it's been floating around the internet for quite some time now, but i only came across it today. a 'last supper' replacing the men with women, and the supposed mary-magdalene with a male model. if you guys wanna read the actual article, here it is over here mateys! it really is rather intriguing, dont you think?


mind-blowing
copyright my ass

just look at the picture. would any of you have come up with a better advert than that? i sure wldnt have thought of it. i mean, we're living in a male-dominated world, and only after a few thousand years has it started to open it's doors to women, but unfortuantely for our 'species', we have to use the little doggy flap instead of the big man doors. and that photo above holds some mystery as well. look to the right, below the table, do u spot a hand being used as a perch for a rock dove? yes? where exactly did that hand come from? to whom does it belong to? wad does that gray dove symbolize? that peace is a graying matter? that we sought after it, yet, it's a long way away? and now, come to think of it, we look at the original last supper art piece, and we say that the person dressed in the same colours, but opposite placings of it, as jesus, is the woman, mary magdalene. but somehow, to me, that person looks somewhat androgynous. as androgyny lurks in that picture, so does it reside here. with back facing us, how would we really know that that person is a male? or female, for that matter? we can only assume with whatever visuals that have been made available to us. it may be a physique of a man, but unles he turned around, or showed us some sign of hi manliness, we could assume that it may be an androgynous woman too. this is blurring the lines of sexuality. it's like when we go out shopping, and we spot someone androgynous, would you think to urself, "is that a man or a woman?", because, more certain than not, i always ask myself tt, or at least ask my friends that, just to satisfy my curiosity. to make it an even more confusing illusion, there's only two distinct types of shoes being worn, white mary-jane heels, and beige mary-jane heels. what's the catch for this one? do u realize that their legs are all entangled in one anothers? so, you cant really define which leg belongs to whom. yea, their outfit may match with the one of the legs below, but only one, where's the other leg then? im too tired to read more into the legs thing. oh! only one person is looking in the camera's direction, the 'disciple' sitting next to the female christ. she looks like she's keeping a secret, possibly the betrayal? whatever. im way out of sync here.

as of now, i really have nothing better to do. besides devising ways in which i can break the news to my parents subtly. as of yet, they dont know. i managed to swipe the results slip away from the pile of post.right now, im nursing a cold, think i might be coming down with the flu. boo. hate being sick, especially in lieu of recent events, i should try and keep healthy, at least smthg should be going good for me, right? wrong. i got the dreaded bleed last night. excellent. bleeding from the rear, room chockful of used tissue, hiding three Fs, and living amidst a sea of lecture notes, what more could i ask for?

i really wanna say smthg sensible to myself, smthg to convince myself that everything would be smooth sailing after i break the news of my drastic failings to my parents, but i cannot help but anticipate for the worse. call me a pessimist, but when you're living in my home, hah, you gotta be one, bcoz behind every door is a surprise. not literal doors, duh. but ive come to this conclusion. no i dont have any form of closure whatsoever.

oh, i saw mrs lewis in church today. apparently she got a skills upgrade, and has now been transferred to ij bukit timah. [in case some twits are unaware, it's a primary school.] and it just got me thinking[like, wow, thinking - again!], primary school was sucha breeze. it was all fun and games, the only thing i had trouble with was my chinese, but i scored a B for that in psle anyway. but look, we didnt need to revise our work, we didnt need to pour over our books before exams, we didnt need to complete all our homework, yet we managed to clinch top-notch results. amazing how things take a turn for the worse when we mature. everyone has this preconceived notion that as we mature, we tend to think better, take action on our thoughts, in fact, put more thought into our work, but it's all wrong. yes we do think more, to the extent whereby we overthink, causing us to waste time, and causing the illness known as 'doubt', more commonly known as 'what-if' or 'if-only' syndrome. looking back, i realize that we didnt need much to keep us occupied. give the kids a chair or two, and you wld see them make smthg of it. invent a little game, or jsut plainly ignore it, and sit on the ground. but now, place a couple of young adults in a room with just a few chairs, and what do u get? you would jsut see these strangers take their seats, and pretend they are in the room alone, often shooting glances at the other person, just to 'check them out'. stupid aint it? ok, i seriously do not know how the conversation veered in this direction, but whatever.

as i mentioned before, i was bored. WAS. but now i feel the need to go back to writing smthg productive. yes. havent written anything for personal enjoyment, in a long time. no, not porn you idiots. who the hell translates pornography into words? and that statement is sure to attract many sniggerers. okok. oh hell, i wanna go back to entertaining myself through self-literature.