The Gray Terminal

title says it all, but this is a delayed post, not delayed intentionally but because they celebrated her birthday yesterday.Sorry I couldn't go haha over with that... I bought this cool designer mouse well not because i wanted to, my parents were supposed to buy a new hard disc but they kinda bought the wrong type so we went back to the store, to realise they're out of stock so we exchanged for a bunch of stuff worth the hard disc's value. I intentionally choose the mouse for its functions, and among all the mice(with the same price and functions) available, it was easily the best looking along among all and it tempted me to choose it.Its kinda cool and it has this extra button which i can hopefully macro for gaming. heres some pix of it: Functions: *G-laser: tested to work on most surfaces *Rubber Gel thumb grip *2x button:click once to do double clicks(i wanna macro u) *Mouse wheel and wheel button:program 58 commands with driver installed(yea thats wud im talkin abt) *St...

First day of tuition taught by Shaun's mother, my apologies for not knowing her name. Overall I think the subject sufficiently difficult as compared to Add-Maths, yet with the freedom of expressing your self-opinions related to the question.But yet unlike the conventional comprehension-based Literature we study in English, this subject requires a skill to reading the material. For a first lesson we learned how to critical read and we studied our first short story,The Cinderella Girl.The theme and conflict of this story is much clearly related to how teenagers live these days, being sternly self conscious,snobbish and vain.And yet there is the fraction of the society living as outcasts, scorned and despised.But between the two is a character(namely Edward), who's brought up to self-conceit while having an inner psyche to tell him otherwise.Just like most teens these days Edward is aware of being wrong but tries to earn a status by achieving the society's expectations. anyon...

Believe me when I say up till' a few days ago I believed the drama wud not even mean a thing, it felt very self-responding and meaningless.There were whispers going around a bunch of the class, saying "Thursday go Starplus, book all courts;U dun come Thursday we also dun come".To those certain people it was possibly a meaningless act of self redemption,but yet to the ones really engrossed into this matter,it was a pain to even hear it.They wouldnt stay back for rehearsals, they couldnt be serious during rehearsals.Definitively, it was a total miracle for it to turn out this good. And yet again as a failure I flopped onto my job, I didnt want to act but I couldnt get the sounds right either.Maybe partly it was the media's fault, some of the sounds were cut off and on but my timings... But who bothers?Its just dumb sounds people wouldnt bother to hear.Sounds that never noticed nor should make a tad of difference in its total absence.Not with the presence of such talent ...

There was once this boy named Jack, Who's talent brought joy to the lack. He'd always left a smile after that, But due to that,some people attack. One day his jokes climbed over too far , His parents had to pay double par. Jack poor Jack was dragged a far, Turned to a slave,his job was a war. Slogging in a pock-mine, Working like there was not, time Shackle and chained, he fakes his grins Laughter he spreads,to miners he'd seen. His riddles met the Royal Bard, Who cheats the King for much reward Instantly,the King's fury spawned The bard be hanged,and Jack be called. Summoned as the Royal fool, Singing and dancing,wearing thick glue Masking his sadness,He's mocked all through Holding within,A monster that drools. That faithful day Jack filled with rage, Gripping a Dirk,Jack thrusts in vague. Barons horrified,getting greenly pale, The Royals struck dead, from a Coup De Grace. Blood bathed and battered, Jack crawls out of gore. Mocking his bitter fate He ended his lif...