"Sh!t! Fncking fnck fnck fnck! Why do siblings have to be so annoying and such a pain in the a$$. !@#$%^&*......"
Pardon me for the profanity. Not the way I imagine I'll be typing away again. It has been ages since I have the flare to write again. Sh!t dude. I mean gosh. Unlike the older days, words just come and go easily. Now, I need emotional distress to write even a single sentence (Since when I became so womanish).
With exam creeping ever closer (sh!t! fnck!), the motivation to even open a book gets lower. ( Lazy gene...... so overpowering) To think the mountain of unfinished work is simply overwhelming. It is easier to play dumb and ignore the problem (coward? Definitely). Funny thing is I know I'll regret it later and the problem will just come back to haunt me (Aaarrrggghhh!).
Should I blame anyone for this? Sure, the whole world. But I know myself that I'm the problem. Weird plus cuckoo. Deal with the problem? Too bad. No manual and due to my extreme laziness, I prefer to take the easy way out (I'm such a pansy).
Ah well, that's that. D@mn, I can literally see time slipping past my fingers like grains of sand. Time to procrastinate.









The movie totally earned the prize for Best Picture and Best original Screenplay. Of course, this movie would be nothing without its director, Tom Hooper, and actor, Colin Firth.


