Bitter tastes

Where the melodious rhythm of rainfall cleanse my sleepy mind and awaken me...

 

Its raining now. Yes and its been a centuary since i last blogged, thanks to many unfortunate events that hinder our reach to a broadband, and now we face a much fearful peril and is dealing with it. Its been very frustrating for the whole lot of us in the room, tyring to get abroadband, only to find out that we dont have a cable point in our rooms for our cable modem, even with the paid charges for the installation of a cable point there is still no darn way for this Oldham Hall to have a cable point set up. How tragic. Something even more annoying to me, while me and the other roomate of mines struggled to obtain a broadband connection, the other few sat there doing nothing and just wait for a miracle to bestow on them. Dont mention that you've got nothing to do, its just that you've got no sincerity to participate in.

 

Enough of it, and now i have to pay for the painful internet fees to access internet. I must really say, some people NEVER change. Rumors have him potraited as a very mean and inconsiderate bastrard, my intergrity shielded me from that mindset. Facts are factual, theres no escape for it. Ever met a person, you were on the bus, bypassing him on a bus stop, asked him to board the bus and head to hostel across a glass panel of the bus, refused, upon reaching the bus stop in front of hostel, said changed him mind and asked you to wait for him at the bus stop in front of hostel. The hell? Why should i? I am right in front of my own hostel and i cant bloody walk some 200 steps and get in and must wait for you to board another bus that might eat up 5min and welcome you at the bus stop? You common sense really shocked the human population, really. Or, asking you to buy him snacks whenever he knows that you're out. Get your lazy ass moving please and stop troubling other people worse than a master troubling his maids. Or, playing that i dont know whatsoever called box thingy that have 6 diffrent colours and you keep switching those 9 squares at each side of the box to obtain a dominant colour on one side of the box, untill late night at 3am, talking and kept asking on how to solve it. For goodness's sake, i know its a Good Friday, if you want to solve it, go to your bed and solve it, dont come and make all those noises at night at my corner of the room. Also, a person that no matter how many times you try to asked him to just STOP lying on your bed, he just simply does it. I swear, one more time and I'm going to get him flamed. Seriously, you telling me this is an act of a 18 years old guy?

 

Go back to your hometown and die please, and let tommorrow be a better day for the world.

 

Luckily there are still good news for me. Went for mural paintings, somehow its like some wallpaper painting. I touched-up...i swear in God's name, i touched-up REALLy a lot, and spent some 2-3 hours non stop for that, and before that even some 1 hour+ non stop painting, and i swear the reward's just as sweet. Towards the end a teacher approached me and asked for my name, later followed by a " Are you an art student? " and then compliments on my skills and thanked me for that effort. Not trying to boast, but for once in my life somehting wonderful has haoppened, i could not resist to share the...good news...just like how those Christians in my family who tried to lure me into that religion and toke the reason "sharing good news" to brainwash me on things like that.

 

Anyways, i am deeply sick about my life now. Its been very boring and meaningless. Its really a waste of my time, and my life. I just spent hours sleeping and doing nothing. I woke up this and yesterday morning, listened to online lectures, so revised a bit and i am already sick of it. i swear, so many sick things are happening all around me, and the goodness of those good events can barely come, or rather totally outweighed by those curses.

 

Day after another, im pushed nearer and nearer to my brim of sanity. Its will not hold on much longer, clock's ticking, merciless time is draining sand in an hourgalss to the bottom, the sunken places for dismay. I taste only bitterness in my life, nothing else.