the epitome of COOOL

Connected to the World once more

5 Days since my fingers caressed the QWERTY keyboard. A familiar feeling came back. Every button i hit felt like a mind blowing orgasm. (laughs) My bed is so full of sperms now.

So..............


For the past 30 odd days spent in the hospital. I've been waking up to see anti-biotics dripped in into my body, having medicine placed on my table and hearing the same questions at 9am everyday. I've never seen more masked women in my life.

"Can you wriggle your toes? are you feeling pain? do u have fever? can you bend your knee? "


Its really fucking retarded. My life and leg is practically in the hands of the doctors. Being asked such questions doesn't really improve the situation. I want to hear the truth from them. I need to know what is going on. This, i hope is the last time i need to be warded into a hospital.

I miss the times where i could light a stick of cigarette and smoke whenever i wanted. There is a Cheers in Alexandra Hospital. But not a single pack of cigs on sale. They should start selling cigs and sales will start to soar.

A moment ago, i hear some crazy fella shouting like a gangster from another room. I heard something like " WHAT THE FUCK LAH. FUCK OFF LAH. WHAT THE FUCK LAH. " He just kept on shouting and shouting. What a tard.


I've had ample time to think about where my life is going after this disaster. All hope is not lost yet. Entering a university is definitely possible. Money + Hardwork and a lil bit of luck is the formula. Now it just boils down to what i have finally decided to study on.

Its a real hard world out there.

Paying 10k plus for a diploma to increase salary by 100 to 300? and paying 30k plus onwards for a degree, to increase pay and higher chance of being employed. So if one doesn't have money to further education, its more or less game over. If not the other way is to reply on scholarships and sponsorships, or even worst still, signing bonds with the army. ( laughs) Thats how practical it is. I hate it. I really do. I just crumble upon facing hardship.


I just suddenly thought of you. How can you be so heck-care about things. Maybe you're just like me, you have a heart made of ice. Maybe your heart is just horomonally imbalanced. I just hate you alot. I'll try to forgive you. Sooner or later, it's gonna get you. Sick scum of the earth.

posted by Oli Chi @ 2:05 AM