It Always Seems Impossible Until Its Done.

So, there I was doing sitting down in my new place in my class finishing up my homeworks. I was so relief that I was finally finishing up my homeworks and I cant start studying for my mid-term. This is where I felt like killing my form 2 Science. Puan.Whatever Her Name Is came in my class and she called a few of us out and then she said that our Peka 2 and 3 are missing so, we have to do it again and pass up it by this thursday because she must give marks for it. My friends all went HUH ? How can go missing ? Apa la Cikgu? and I said WTF out loud and teacher was looking at me and I couldnt careless about her staring down at me. She still have the guts to tell to us that make sure you all pass up by thursday okay. If not no marks then your PMR sijil will have a BLACK mark. I mean what the FUCK, she lost our papers and then she still can us that she wont give us marks if dont pass up before thurday. ARGHH ! *crack head*

I know what I should love to do--to build a study; to write, and to think of nothing else. I want to bury myself in a den of books. I want to saturate myself with the elements of which they are made, and breathe their atmosphere until I am of it. Not a bookworm, being which is to give off no utterances; but a man in the world of writing--one with a pen that shall stop men to listen to it, whether they wish to or not.