Sleepy days

Time comes and goes.
And here i am, one year later and one year less wise, different in some ways, and same in some,
but mostly different though.

The significance and the thing that kept not just me but all others going during the year was the PMR exam.

And while it lasted, there's the end. Wow...the burden was finally lifted. And what does it lead to...?
Well, i really don't know .....There's no aim anymore, some are temporary, others...well....it was fun while it lasted.

Alas, boredom snare me at home, nothing much to do. Go to school you say ? The same. Gambles at school, placing bets, whats fun is there, no idea......kinda pathetic don't ya think?

Being somniferous all the way, slacking, loathing, hence dying from boredom eventually...

(What to do? )

( Well, why don't ya go for a holiday? )

( Nah...the only thing that i'll do there is sit back and relax at the hotel, must well stay at home.)

( Hmmm..Go out then, shopping .. )

( Empty pocket .)

( Work then ~ )

( Lazy.....= O = *yawn .)

( Well, there's that reunion between your primary friends a few days later .)

( Hmmm....Not interested. )

( Why not? its been three years since you saw them .)

( Yeah, i know, but..well.....Should i ditch them? )

( No.)

( Just ' No" ? )

( Yes. )

( Yes, just ' no ' or yes, you are a worthless scum that's selfish, pathetic and slacking fool that's don't even care about his friends? )

(........ )

( Well?? )

( I'm thinking. )

( About what? )

( Why the heck am i talking to myself)

( ............. )