Xamz over.. Grad year’s at hand.Wootz

 

Truthfully, I can’t wait till the day I sit past SPM, because there’s where real life begins.College…no more disgusting and lame Menteri Pendidikan bullshit.. and finally the place where you know how good you actually are, rather than relying on how diligent you study.Gahaha.

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And yet it happened again…this only this time it was much colder… cruel… and harsh.This time it left me with nothing at all, as a fool tries to grip a fistful of water…foolish and meaningless…But it didn’t get to me.Not this time.Perhaps I’ve felt this plentifully enough.So much to the point, I masochistically yearn for it.For some reason, I envy her for being able to forgive.Being able to forget.All in a matter of seconds.Being able to be straight forward,direct and bold.And this people still take negatively, and imposingly they discriminate.

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