To weary by dullness.I crave for the beach and not crammed up at home, staring at the blank ceiling. It's Chinese New Year and even though i don't celebrate it, it's still supposed to be a holiday - a day fixed by law or custom on which ordinary business is suspended in commemoration of some event. So, doesn't that mean that i am supposed to be delighted and have fun? Flamed into anger, it became a fist tightening rage at the unfairness of it : What kind of life allows boredom to the extend of talking total crap? It's been long since i want to walk by the shores - excluding the fact that i have been craving for pomegranate for three years. The need for me to release a strong feeling of displeasure by screaming the hell out of me, is well, not achieved yet. Yes, i am saying, it sucks. Let us then look forward to over-sleeping and future headaches that won't end until seven days.Hey, it sucks even more when i realised that my birthday is during the O-Levels.Oh, bitter sixteen.
Written with love; 1:54 pm
