I have been doing some thinking over the past few days, and I have penned down my thoughts on this blog, only that I did not publish it because its supposed to be confidential.

So, I was talking to Mony an hour ago about stuff and it triggered further thoughts in me.

Somewhere in the misty woods;
Across the field,
Patches of wilted plants;
There, stood a grand-looking house.

With walls painted a pristine white,
A majestic door,
And a chimmy soaring high;
Oh, what a sight!

Bounded by pointy fences;
A ferocious dog standing guard,
Intimidating and ever so vicious;
Such seclusion.

In the house,
A woman sat - on a rocking chair,
Her hair greyer than anything;
Rocking on..endlessly.

Ok, just wrote this powm. There's two meanings behind it, but here is no need for anyone to know it. Grr..maybe I will die a horrible and gruesome death if I continue thinking like this.

Science tomorrow. Fuck! That bitch gave me D for last week. Immature kiddy bitch!!