1. Don't beat up anybody in the halls 2. No Hard Feelings for Our Honest Feelings. 3. Pay tribute to Bob Ross; Locker 21
Principal M. Laksana Ashari, We Believe In You
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x Zahid
x Ain
x Fauziah
x Shaz
x Alicia
x Alexis
x Gadis
x Wahidah
x Dilah
x Post Secret
x WIYFC?
x Onomatopoeia
x Scrapiteria
x A Memory
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Faces In The Halls
Megah 21.06.1989 twentyfour
1. had a huge Afro 2. passions lies in words of the theatre 3. getting his own apartment 4. believes in you.
He is no ordinary girl (because he ain't one).
My Lover, Lady Luck
Sunday, February 10, 2008
I never trust luck. Base on today's events in the morning, I don't think I could anymore because no matter how good the luck appears to be on, it is after all an imbalance to something greater and it will work in opposites?
What the hell am I talking about?
Here's todays events so far. 8.30am, over the course of my life today, I decided to take things into consideration. Usually, I knew that my pocket money would some how come in late and I'd have to spend whatever cash I have to travel to school because I wouldn't have enough time to fix my ez link card. Unexpectedly today, my pocket money came in on time and nothing was wrong with my traveling means.
And even though I'd be late, I knew I'd stream in with the Monday blues and I'd be in school to catch the classes I'd somehow miss due to my past misfortunes.
Today was somehow to be a too good to be true day. Actually, a too-good-to-be-true day would be me sleeping in with no homework, a clean house and a meal ready but that's just me being preferable. But what the hey, it was still too good to be true.
Then I arrived in school, and there were no classes at all for the morning. And all I needed to do today was to come to school to attend rehearsals and the weekly production meeting and be back home in the evening. All I had was the morning off.
It got me thinking today, Lady Luck is a funny lover. She's like the bastard half sibling slut of the Endless (based on Neil Gaiman's Sandman comics), and she does play around with mere mortals just like her other siblings does on another level. And she doesn't torment people cruelly (well she does at times and drives to suicide but they usually do that in unison with despair and desire) but today, Lady Luck toyed with me like the toy boy that I am to her. She pleasured me with the sweet sex that I'd go euphoric for and suddenly, like a twist of fate, she'd flip me around on all fours and stick a strap on down my ass hole.
Would I enjoy it? I don't know... Was I surprised? Yup... Is my girlfriend and every other person gonna laugh and call me: "Dork!" and "Idiot..."; Yup...
But what the hey... its moments like this that makes me go damn.... what the hell? And... there's a reason why this had to happen to me in the morning.
Its not the Monday Blues I tell ya. It's probably the pre-Tuesday Greens but what they hey. I'd take it like a dose of medicine and snicker cause that's life.
I got on the school bus with breakfast in my belly and I arrived just in time for class. Problem was, the class was empty and the halls were silent. There were no Faces. I tsked! and looked around. I scraped off the C and L from all the classes and proclaim myself Duke of Ass Hall.
Then I bought myself a Jell-Lolly and went back home before anyone caught me.
