HATRED

I wish my blog could have the application to record sound. I wanna scream out loud randomly, as a sign of freedom and at the same time, being constrained by my very own self.

24hours earlier, I do think that on 18th February 2010 exactly at 6.00 p.m., I could make the largest grin ever on my face and taste the feeling of enjoying that very moment, which is the feeling of being free from another mega fucking test.

The test has caused me to sleep annoyingly for trying to understand and memorized some phrases/articles that can be categorized as one of the few most boring shit in the world. And I got my eyes turned red for the consequence, and I don't even understand or memorized a single word from the articles.

And the test is as sucks as reading the articles.

So here I am now. Again and again, writing on my blog to express my feeling whenever my heart sense a feeling called HATRED. This post is all about hatred.

A day before, I am celebrating my 21st birthday partially. I am not really into this birthday stuff especially when it is me who play the role as the birthday boy (although I am not considered as a boy anymore). But my friends (especially on facebook) and family seems to be so benevolent in wishing me happy birthday. Many thanks to all of you, I really appreciate it.

I wonder, how am I gonna act as a 21 years old guy? Should I wear slacks everytime instead of jeans? Talking with kind of "romantic" voice whenever a word spit out from my mouth? Should I get my hair looked more shiny?

Suddenly, I feel like not being my own self. Coz I never thought about these stupid stuff before.

I better stop before its getting more boring.

Last word, "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKK!!!"

This is what I wanna scream out loud.

Later.