Filed under: Life
How would you define robbery? A removal of an item in your possession with force? In that case, I can gladfully classify the extended curriculum into one week of my mid year vacation as an act of daylight robbery. Thing is, I guess it’s useless to report against the authorities to the authorities. Tired would be the perfect word to describe my current state of mind, probably everyone in college is feeling the same too. Oh tomorrow is Sunday again, a reminder of the imminent school days which are about to begin pretty soon again, damn.
`Everything is worth it.
Filed under: Rants
Yes, it’s 8pm on a Sunday right now. 8pm, on a Sunday, which means there’s approximately just 11 hours left before I will find myself confined within the spaces of college yet again. I noticed that never ever have I hated the weekends, particularly Sunday. It seems like a bleak day, a day with no hopes, no fun and no satisfaction. Certainly a dreaded day, all because the next day is Monday. I did hide myself into a bubble if that is what is takes to seclude myself from the word of Monday and hopefully reach the word Friday. Never had I guessed that I would dedicate a post on Monday Blue’s as well, perhaps one should never underestimate the power of Mondays Blue’s. And now it’s 8.30pm, which means I have 10 and a half hours left. Hopefully I can drag every atom, particle, molecule and substance of myself off the bed for college tomorrow.
Ever met a person whom you just develop a sort of distaste for that particular person immediately upon first sight? Well I am sure everybody has to a certain extent be it everyone you do actually meet. I always remember the first day of my college life when I happen to walk by this demonic, insanely horrific looking devil from the bottom of hell walk upon the very asphalt that I lay my feet on as well. At that every instance, being a human seems to be a grave association with that being or if I would assume so. How that thing still manages to carry itself with such a high ego completely mortifies me to a extent you will find my jaws flat on the ground. I am sure my college mates will understand this, but what I would say is, the course of my education has just turned for the worse. Maybe I could just remember, politeness is key.
Filed under: Crap
One of our project work components which I am working on right now, in the middle of the night. What does it stand for? Good Pass Possibly? More like Get Perished Promptly. Yawns.
Filed under: Uncategorized
To sell my soul to the devil, which seems like the only way of redemption. To be incinerated into a pile of ashes, for I am a cold, heartless creature, not meant for this world.
Filed under: Uncategorized
Point a gun at my head. Shoot me point blank. I did rather be dead. What’s the point of living? What’s the point? Pain, I don’t feel any of it anymore. Overwhelmed by pain, what’s pain? Just a feeling? No, maybe it’s probably nothing, of no significance, and I know, when there is no more pain, I should be at eternal rest.
Filed under: Crap
Obviously from the title anyone should know how I am feeling currently. It has been a constant marathon of band practices since I have no idea when and suddenly I notice how much damage my still young ears have endured. Those big round, not very shiny, definitely menacing sounding cymbals have surely left a impression in my mind and my ears. Ever wondered how loud a cymbal crash is? Perhaps a trip to the airport will fit, and if possible, freeze for just a second during the take off or landing of a plane, that should be the approximate duration and volume of a full cymbal crash. Probably I have already endured to much crashes that the duration will be that of 2 touch downs for a plane. Now thats substantial devastation to my ear drums. Hopefully after this Thursday, I can bid farewell to those brass coloured disks of havoc, sounding nothing short of hell’s wrath at full capacity.
`You make the difference =D
