a millions ways to be cruel

I'm suprised I just didn't drop and die while coming back home from school.

Menstrual cramps is agonizing, painful and altogether malevolent. It's times like these I start to wonder why I was even born as a girl.

Ummmm, no more disgusting exposure of female physiologic changes....

School was disturbingly bittersweet today. I came late to school, but thank God, the discipline teacher didn't force me to stand under the Sun. That evil, vindictive, glaring Sun. I don't care whether it's Vitamin D or something. I don't like the Sun. And Deskmate-ku and I skipped Oral again. 5th week I suppose. It was really helpful that we skipped because both of us have already forgotten our text. And I have a bad feeling I've lost mine. Bummer.
My bittersweet day got worse. I left all my money at home coz' I was rushing in the morning to get to school. And it didn't really help that Deskmate-ku and I both forgot to bring our Prisoner Of Zenda. Or our literature exercise books. Gahh.

The Malaysian edited version of Prisoner Of Zenda : A lackluster, bland book with even more mind-numbing characters that have no such things as good pick up lines and tactical planning in their senseless heads which spends most of it's time conjuring up unwise plans to save people who are more feeble than a baby. The Prisoner Of Zenda which isn't of good prose, imagery and vampires is a compulsory book used by all Form 3 students in Malaysia to memorize useless facts and more-than-likely-to-be idiotic names for their major public exams.
See also : ARSECLOWN.

That felt good.

On a happier note,..........................................
There isn't any.
Darn.
Uh wells.
Had fun anyways.