now what?

heh i've relived my blog. now the i-dont-know-what-to-post-feeling comes back again. mostly people just post anything that happens in their lives, some just spam crap or write things totally unrelated to their life. for me, i do not know what to blog about. heh i guess i should start using proper caps so that it wouldnt bring sore to the readers eyes. So what do i post? I guess I'll just continue doing what I did last time, writing story versions of my life. Until I find a new blogging style that suits me, I guess I'll continue with my old style.

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Time passes so painfully slow.

After almost a half year's holiday, Rusk returned to school. Going to school, Rusk thought was boring, but sitting home collecting dust didn't seem appealing to him as well, so Rusk chose the former. Thought he needed to pull himself out of bed every morning, cursing about having to wake so early, he knew it was worth it because at school he could talk and laugh with his friends.

But time passes so blooooooooooooooooody slow in school....

Indeed, time seemed to slow down in the school compound. It was as if the flow of time was somehow tuned into slow motion, minutes felt like hours and hours felt like days. It was the same feeling Rusk experienced in secondary 4. (plz refer to form 4 posts if u do not noe wat i blogged abt) Thought this was not as bad and torturing as the secondary 4 years, it was still torture.

Rusk and his friends would laugh until their stomach muscles hurt, laugh until their eyes watered, but after much laughter they would check the time.

Walao eh, we laugh so hard and long only pass 5 mins nia?!?!?!? Woi something wrong with the way time flows here.

Well, the good thing was that they discovered the password to the staff's wifi connection, and the internet suddenly became their heaven.

I shouldn't be here. Rusk was leaving for the peninsular soon, he should be at home preparing his things. Heh, next week, next week i'll leave.....