.Monday, December 22, 2008 ' 10:27 PM U
hypnotized.
Many pple claim that my language has been ultimately atrocious especially in written form. So from now on, ey'll show eu wad a distinction student can do.. (mcm real... ahahakz) Pardon the spelling, lingo, and punctuation..
Fundamentals to Advance..
In middle school, we learnt the importance to differentiate between what is right and wad is wrong. It doesnt matter if what we chose brings rocket benefits.
By the time we land in junior-high, we are automatically capable of knowing the good and bad without even fuctioning the brain cells to weight the situation.
As soon as we graduate from high-school, the ability to list the pros and cons of the good and bad has been sufficently adequate so as to able to extend our thoughts for a more fruitful and benificial consequences.
In tertiary level, sometimes the BAD option has become a more realistic and obvious choice especially when it comes to decision making. Even the indecisive one excel perfection greater than the express mind. The bottom line is, whether the option is good or bad, is it all worth it?
Adrenaline
The adrenaline is my body constantly flushes through my vein. Ey cud feel the nodes of every circulation in my body swallowing deeper into the cells. Ey tend to lack focus in sight, being skeptically aware of the changes outside. It has been 22 days since the commencement of December. The heavy cast outside shiver the organs. Ey woke up each day and unnoticingly murmured to myself. Ey cant possible sketch the subsequent nightmares ey had. Well in this case, its more of a singular form with the S because it has been the same nightmare each night. Ey lay in bed silently, savouring the soothing sound of the fan whispering an intonation of rhythm subsequently. Eu turn to reach out for the book. Its eclipse. The third part of twillight. Bidding to my promises to laze around at home was a complete nightmare. Far worst than the constant nighmares ey had been having each night. Eym like the life of the living dead. Din and ayeb thinks that eym in a horrible mood. Rejection was the worst topic ey cud ever blurt out. Eym wasnt sure of myself, isnt the language ey used, or isnt even the tone that arouse this curiousity in them. Its like eym fit from rehab. Basically they wanted to meet me last Saturday. It was different. Eym always burried with mounts of excitement to put on my slippers and meet the guys, but the heart and the mind refuse to correlate. The adrenaline wasnt pumping like it used to. The spaces in my skull was visually clouded with uncertainty and ey can help ignoring the claps in my ears. Ey frown occasionally, even mom realised. It is that obvious? My forehead ruffled and my eyes squint each time someting is wrong. Ignore the cold sweat, ey cud merely hear my pores screaming for minimal expand. The perspiration just keeps gushing and my throat helplessly beg to be lubricated. Ey knew the changes. Ey dun need another human to manipulate my life. Ey hate to conclude, but if ey have to, it clearly states that eym alergic to euur species.
The objective, stay home. Until then, eu noe hu to adore.. oxox!
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