hail da king.
its time that I strived for, lost time and wasted ticks too.
am here nus arts' The Deck. and i wonder any reader knows that place. after a meal, but its not the flies that buzz blurry my now stomach'centric nerve cell collective. just the thought that my dreaded programming exam is here in less then a day to go. hours tick by, but its too late, that my interests and my challenging nature rears its existance. gathering widely spaced confidence seems like my only reason to toil on now. God, thanks for this lesson. I should had known better months ago.
alright ppl, just 3days to go! 4 damn papers gonna be history, and i truely hope that it remains where is belongs, just a speck of history that earns its place as the most painful academic exprience known. whoever bother reading till this sentence earns my praise. excluding my fans, in live and love, but do I know u? my now puny existence knows not its time for the riping moment yet still, when sprang forth with such force it will posses that it shock everyone, yes even the earthworms that might be squashed under my sneakers. alright...about my day? its cold, chilly in that central lib's section of muggers who i believe, leads the world in the highest magnitude measured in nerdilograms, highest density. but i lead them! rock nerd says so and the professors with balding heads will laugh and buzz me off.....damn eggheads