Sunday, May 17, 2009

Essay #2

Date: 14/08/07
Title: Argentina!

The truth is i never left you...all through my wild days...my mad existence... hahaha song stuck in my head. The feeling of exhaustion is penetrating through my LEGS and my head. Oh, my eyes too. I'm not even doing much and it feels like I've run a marathon. What is coming over me? Maybe too much daytime thoughts dragged into night. And the following nights, and the night after. And i strongly feel like i'm spitting rubbish from my head right down to my hands. Dang, the library's closing in 30 minutes. Thought it closes at 10. So i've done a chapter of S.S. which i hope will appear in the papers. 2 days till Geography test. Haven't touched a single thing for Agriculture? Ho yea. Ok this is absolutely dumb. I need to better my england! C'mon, more descriptions, more adjectives. Mine's too limited. Better not forget to read every night before i sleep. Maybe my head would suck in a bit of 'impugn' or 'ikxwzy' or something along the lines. I am wasting my ink. Everyone's leaving the library while i sit here, just writing whatever my hands can say. Observing how enthusiastic and focused the guy infront of me is with his i-think-its-physics work. Sigh. I need to fucking buck-up. Get into a decent course in the poly and just move on man! What the fucking hell am i talking about? Sheeshez! Ok now i have to go home and do at least 8 questions of math, considering that i have tuition tmr and need to produce something 'effortive' to show Cikyati tha i DID do something mathsy for once. God, math in school was ughbleaghwhatwhy? Plus those heavy eyelids couldn't take it baby. And i still can't believe the library closes at 9. How frustrating! Ah, Eh, Oh? I taknak balik sekarang la! My neck hurts. My back hurts. But i'm not getting old just yet. I hear the keyboard. I want my own laptop. TP or SP? Would i have time to work if i have school 3 hrs away from home? Gee i really wanna work so i don't have to starve myself or live on biscuits and bread. I need to shop. -dusts closet- You know what, i'm going home.