November 23, 2009

Suicide shit.

Fucked up as it is, why in the name of arse First and second formers look forward to "The After PMR Life"? I'll sum it up to you guys in one word, one dirty word: BULLFUCKED. Yes, i know i had violated my oath on reducing my usage of curse words but with what's happening, it is just fucked up man. So give me a break already.

The PMR afterwards - What First and Second formers would sum it up in one word that is wrath-provokingly opposed to mine, theirs would be: FREEDOM. Freedom, true. But damn man, look in deeper to what we call freedom would lead you to.

One famous line i've been getting from my Third former friends, "Lepas PMR la aku couple dengan dia." or "Lepas PMR la aku cari aci." or "Lepas PMR la aku pikir nak buat apa dengan mamatmamat ni." Either one, you pick. Well shotgun yourselves bastards. After PMR is what you would call an endless heartbreak era. Go figure, naive teenage years. Again, i say sohtgun your own heart before someone else does. This is the only moment for you to defend, or to surrender. Again, to choose. How pathethic that life is all about decisions, and usually you'll make the wrong one.

Is freedom what you call an infinite to-do list that requires you to do nothing? You'll find yourself looking for things again and again to fill in your blank to-do list. Obviously most of the choices would lead to self-destruction. First you look for love. Satisfied with love, you look for fun. Fun leads you looking for trouble. Aand lastly, you'll end up looking for your true self- Who you really are as you just got busted. This trend should stop, really. it's getting more and more pathethic everyday.

Hm, nope, Im not saying after PMR sucks. That is such an understatement. Like i had summed it up. BULLFUCKED should be much more proper. No really, just because i care, that's why im here. You people should reconsider what freedom is.

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