Monday
baa baa black sheep.
hello people.hey you wanna know who's the biggest bitcha round?(i mean WHAT is the biggest bitch around?)my computer.its been acting a hell lot werse than any son could ever be. every time i want to use, give me problem.motherfucking hell..fuck the bloody virus.and ive been trying to use it since what?10.30?n now then i get access,\.fucked up.n i had to use IE instead of firefox coz it wudnt start.n it doesnt have an email history for this account so i went guessing whether its @live.sg or @live.com .wahh fuck.n dzul.a bloody highfive to you man. A shiet monday to start the week. yay.Unlike hasif, school is probably the last thing on my mind now.FUCK it la.IVe just flunk my math CCT today.
" He sat all alone by the seemingly vast and neverending field. It was ghastly. Even the trees were'nt as noisy as they should be.At times and short intervals, the wind blew at his face. 'The Scientist' kept him company as he lit one up. He took a long drag and blew it all out, covering his face in distress.Words raced through his mind. He contemplated on whether he should stay, guessed whether she still does, and grieved on what he had and what he lost. His grief was silent. For him, tears never fall and his innver voice never heard of. He wished God could tell him the answers but God never answered him. Those questions were supposedly destined for him to answer, but the war between his heart and mind, feelings and logic, can never change the inevitable. It was useless. Crying was useless. Talking and confiding was useless too. He was like a plank on the ocean, carried by the waves and the strong currents would drown him only to make him suffer but then he would surface up just to get his breath for a second. Why would'nt the currents just drown him all the to the bottom of the sea?He came to the realisation that he half a pack was finished and butts were scattered on the floor. He did'nt care for he wanted it to happen.He was too afraid to jump downa building or shoot himself in the head. The suicide he was commiting was silent but little did he know that it was a slow and painful one. But he knew it meant death. And he knew that with every puff he took, it took away his life."yay done.just a short prose.omg now im sleepy.hope tmr i can use the comp so i can post somemore.dumb-deedumb-dee-dumbahmad
