sighhh. i'm such a poor lonely soul who has to sacrifice her sleep in order to write some STINKING COMPOSITION ABOUT THAT RETARDED JI MAS SELAMAT.

i don't even know what to write about!

i mean, the most obvious kind of narrative to write about would be the one where some random passer-by spots Mas Selamat. he can 1) call the police and totally get the Good Citizen Award, or 2) NOT call the police but go home, lose sleep over it and in the end, call the police but MS escaped already. he will conclude that he did the right thing nevertheless, or 3) call the police but makes a complete fool out of himself because the 1.58 limping guy turns out to be a poor stunted guy who just recovered the use to car-ran-over legs. he still gets assured that he did the right thing nevertheless.

i would like to write an emotional piece where MS escapes and he is totally homesick after one week of bonding with buttress roots/lianas. he will slump down in a corner and think about his wife. or maybe feel guilty that he hasn't spent much time with his kids because all the time is wasted trying to build a bomb. which in the end, didn't work out. it'll totally be even more touching if i could express MS's self-righteousness about this whole JI terrorism thing. like how it's his responsibility to the country and to himself. or something like that la. i'm not really sure what terrorists think. maybe they just like being in control? for the greater good, of course of course.

but the thing is, i'm totally not in the mood right not to write such an emotional piece, especially if i have to wear a pair of forest-trekked loafers which is probably home to many earthworms and generations to come. or maybe it's a pair of track shoes, will tiny bombs in them, made by dissolving snails in salt.

AIYAH shits. how? maybe i should just go and file my physics. and my chem. BUT I DON'T FREAKING WANT TO.

see, my schedule for tomorrow night (because there's squash) is to complete my math differentiation log/exp and then file physics/chem. no space for wearing Mas Selamat's shoes. maybe on wednesday? but i don't want this to be too overdued! UGH i hate this and my lack of self discipline.

maybe i should go for therapy. or lessons on How To Train Yourself To Do What You Don't Want To Do. or HTTYTDWYDWTD for short. i really need those.

but you know what? in the end, i'm just going to turn on my aircon, fit my comforter back and then go SLEEP. then come the next morning, i will do math worksheets in the morning and during recess, so that i will only be left with files at night. and i can write my Mas Selamat emotional tearjerker of the year.

why is everybody not online? either that, or they're busy. either that, or they won't initiate a conversation to talk to me because i don't happen to be the one they're interested in.

ah this sucks. i wish this week was over so i can have my Good Friday, Black Saturday and Easter Sunday. the days of the week was never so meaningful.

OOH you know what?
i had a haircut.
and a black freaking bird flew into my room, fluttered over my head (STOP, DROP AND ROLL) camouflaged itself on my big black bags, and flew out again. i think i hate animals that are gross-looking. insects are definitely gross. and animals which screech also don't appeal to me.

don't you think it's kinda gross that i judge a book by its cover even though i wouldn't want someone else to treat me that way? and therefore, i am a hypocrite.






damn.