Friday, April 07, 2006

Stressful Times. Grateful Rhymes.

Good morning. Bad warning. Praba's started writing. Gonna be nail biting. A killing's gonna be spilling.

I woke up early this morning to get to school to meet the director (again) Coz my parents thought it was a good idea that they meet the director to talk to him. If you were following my postings, you would get the picture why. But when Praba finally strains himself and gets a huge fuck from mum before finally waking up and brushing his teeth and taking a shower(after much dispute on why should humans have to bathe),the school calls back to fix the appointment at 4.30pm. What kinda management is that?! Nevertheless, nothing could be done coz I was already up. And the best part is, I already took a bath. And I was wide awake (Or something close to that)

Past few days have been very stressful. Failing exams can be quite a handful. Mum eventually found out that I failed. She was agonised. In every sense of the word. Little does mum realise how much Praba thinks he definitely will do much better in business over engineering. It's not my cup of tea. But, I still gave a try coz I know it'll make my mama proud. Now it backfires. She had so much faith in me. Now I feel embarrassed. And I am finally reminiscing. I was stepping into the wrong path. Now it ended up in a blood bath. I've always liked business. Always brings in the doughs, attracts the hoes and gives you the flows. But engineering is a whole new thing to me. I've never liked design and technology. Design is something that I'll resign and technology sounds no greater than psychology. As a matter of fact, I even dropped design and technology in secondary school. Who'd haf thought that I'd end up in a situation where I'll be writing rhymes and fighting climbs today.(Climbs here referring to an event that involves rising to a higher point) Had I studied properly, my mum wouldn't haf to go through the pain she's through. Must've been my crew. But I can't blame anyone. Only myself. Times like this, I feel that my rhymes are dimes. Looks like my past time is having a hard time. Anger's my hunger. Fingers too lingers.

I like playing words. Feels like I'm slaying herds. I appreciate people who are consistently reading my blog. But today I am confused. I feel defused. I jus feel frustrated at myself for not being up to my mama's expectations. I'm jus facing my own confrontations. Sorry if I didn't make any connection. My mind's been wondering. And I'm still pondering.

"My main thing was to be major paid. This game's sharper than a muthafuckin' razor blade."