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Icecore. A Carl Hobbes thriller.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
I is in good mood now. Not because school rocked;
It was ok. But cuz I reead finish Icecore!
The author is Matt Whyman (LOL). Great.
I could not put down the book. XD
It was kinda far fetched though. But it was good.
Oh and I ate a quarter pounder from Macs today :D
Omnomnom. Not after I removed everything that photosynthesizes.
Oh the whole point of this post is to convince you I'm a total selfabsorbed sucker.
Many friends when they see well, another friend asking them to comment on their work,
They always give a good comment either because
1. They frankly couldnt care less
2. They dont want to hurt your feelings
Both are common cases. And I cant stand them. Initially, I wanted comments to improve.
But when I asked a friend to rate, the friend I presume, didnt even look at it and said it was good.
I may be dumb and crazy but damnit, I'm not that stupid.
And when a teacher rated my work, it was proved to be a complete piece of shit thank you.
So, no matter how much I like writing, it cant be helped, my writing sucks.
I cant even do well in what I like. My chem is nothing;
I bet Mrs Chong must be kicking herself for accepting me...
Anyway, I'm gonna poison you with my writing;
It was so bad when Mr Valles read it, he probably sighed and closed the email.
But whatever, this is my blog. I'm a sad lonely person, whatever.
As the universal lamp is put out,
I come out for a brief stroll.
A brown leather bag,
Faded and worn out with time,
Rests on my bony back.
Momentarily, I would stop,
To glance into windows
Of houses that would catch my attention.
Couples lovingly snuggled together,
Teens in their poster-covered, unpacked rooms,
Innocent children huddled under duvets,
With a variety of fluffy guardian angels keeping watch.
As I passed by a dilapidated building,
Doubled as a graffiti warzone,
I grimly made my way in.
Taking in my new surrounding,
A grubby, dusty, abandoned area,
I spotted who I was searching for.
Kneeling beside the sleeping young man,
I could not help but notice,
The infected wounds, burns,
Rat-gnawed limbs and protruding bones.
This guy had it tough, I thought,
As I stared at his sunken eyes.
I reached behind his back,
Pulling out what I was looking for.
As I stood up to leave,
His malnourished shell halted movement.
I could feel my eyes well up.
But I forced the tears back into their ducts.
I spun around and hurried out.
Starting to feel nauseous,
I reminded myself yet again,
This, is all part of the contract you agreed to.
A job you took to save your loved ones.
It’s worth it.
And as you can guess from the immature writing style, yes, I wrote it all on my bloody own;
With the help of spell checker of course. At least if I cant interest you, I can let you laugh at my utter stupidity.
You are welcome.
I'm living in my own sad world. Oh whatever. Ignorance is bliss.
Today there was PE. Napfa is coming. Uh oh. I pray I get at least a bronze. (LOL)
IH was alright. The DM wasnt fierce, guess we were over reacting.
In fact, he was quite nice. Just that I dont fancy learning about SG history. But oh well.
Looking forward to Friday's CCA ^^