Life Is... Well, Life!

The Weather Is Fickle That's One Thing. For 2 Weeks In A Row The Bloody Rain Has To Come Pouring Down When I'm Cycling Back Home. Never Earlier, Never Later. The Water Tank's Busted, Which Means I Have To Turn On The Tap And Wait For About 3 Songs Before Water Starts Flowing. Explains Why I've Been Later For Class. Thankfully It's Fixed Now.

But Seriously Though. Life's Beginning To Suck More Than Ever. Finally Got My Hair Cut, But Damn Should I Have Gotten It Earlier. Planned To Go Back Home This Weekend But What The Hell; Mom's In Taiwan And Father's Back At Padang Rengas Cleaning The Graves Of His Late Parents. And One Last Assignment To Finish.

The Result Of All These? Sucks To Be Me. And Before Anyone Has Any Smart Comments To Offer, Well, Just Keep It To Yourselves, You'll End Up Hurting Me, Which Will End With Me Hurting You.

Lack Of Updates Lately Not Because I'm Lazy; I Downright Don't Feel Like Even Doing Anything. Even Looking Into The Monitor Is Tiring.

And Yes. Conditioning. THANK YOU BLOODY ARSES FOR DOING THIS TO ME! Shit. Nowadays I Find Myself Concentrating On Stuff That I Shouldn't, Feel Left Out When I Have All The Company Around Me, Burn Down With The Heat Of Competition When There's None, Feel Like An Arse When I've Got Nothing To Say, And Well To Put It Simple, I'm Being Depressed For All The Wrong Reasons. And That's Really Saying Something, Especially The Last Point There, Because We All Know That I'm Actually Not being Myself If I've Got Too Much To Say. So What? Now I Feel Like An Arse For Being Myself!?

For Some Reason My Life Is Just Too Rich With These Kinds Of History. Not All Happened To Me, But I've Seen Enough To Fear It When It Does.

And Thanks To That Once Again In This Miserable Life Of Mine I Feel Like Power-Drilling My Own Heart Out, Just To See If It's Red In Colour.

But Hey, Doesn't Everyone Tell Me To Look At The Bright Side? To See That Even In Infinite Darkness There Are Still Little White Twinkling Dots That Is Just Not Enough To Be Meaningful. Which Are:

Benjamin Metaphorically Comparing Deborah's Camera To A Lachesis Used For Spider Solitaire, And I Just Have To Spice It Up By Saying It's Plugged To A Netbook.

Deborah Herself Using Lines From The Annoying Orange.

Some Back Side Gossiping That Really Makes Me Wonder When Will It Be My Turn To Fall Into The Depths Of Hell Like Some Others.

Oh Well, I Guess That Sums Up All That's Happened Since The Last Time. And Until The Next, Adieu To Y'all.