condemned

im sitting here, in the com lab of my hostel with this urge to shit. but the toilet seems so out of the syllable. bullshitting here feels better somehow.

art class was tiring despite the fact that dr sab wasnt here. and my hand tremble so horrificly that ms linda told me to loosen up, since its only a crit session with her. i wasnt afraid of her. i respect her, but dont fear her, unlike someone else. so why the nervous breakdown?hmm, maybe there's something about expressing your idea, interest, something that you really like, putting it at stake, to be rejected or accepted. maybe that's why?ugh.emotions.fuc* off!

hypocracy. not sure i spell it right. yes, what a word. such a horrible word. but sadly that's what i am. kinda hard to admit it, but when the truth is so right there in your face, nothing else can be said. went out in search for dinner. so my mates and i got our sleepy butt on that red kancil and off we went. suddenly, mcdonald seems so near. and yes, i didnt say a word when they said go grab dinner there. im such an ass. all the things i've been saying bout them, and in the end, i turn my back on my concience and let my gluttoniness prevails. and a final yes, you can shoot me in the head. your doing the world a favor.

bye world.