!@#$%^&* notes

can you believe it? two days to a important test and i can't find my notes...the worse part is that its new (this semester new-new) and i haven't even filed it up at home...so WHERE IN THE WORLD DID IT GO??? unbelievable...too much anger stored up...all about incompetency...

its funny, everywhere i hear class committee organising class outings and stuff...but where i come from, the class committee has never actually STARTED thinking of one...its always jake and gang who eventually get a great idea...come on...you can't really expect them to work...they got studies to worry about...mugging and copying is the game...

then there is the "always depend on the IT rep" mentality, so what happens when he's sick? no one to do any com setting up...despite almost everyone else madly plays dota or some warcraft/cs game,they can't even hook up a laptop to a projector...and the IT rep, he himself has no idea, he has to LEARN FROM SCRATCH...so no one bothers to learn something new, as if the extra knowledge will explode their minds...

then there is the keybearer...that poor guy is so tired he doesn't even bother to come early for sch, he just makes it on time to try and AVOID the key...not his fault, he's tired of hearing complaining teachers for lateness when he has to leave class last EVERYTIME FOR THE WHOLE FIRST SEMSTER just to lock up the door after a bunch of jerks...

then there is the physics rep: the guy just wants to hand stuff up on time so that he doesn't get constant remarks from the teacher about needing to press classmates for hw...but NOOOOOOOOOOO...everyone wants the IDEA answers...wait and wait and wait...take one week for one prac when it can be done in hours...(correctly 1hr minimum as proven by previous generations of students)(same for chem prac, except usually takes 2 weeks)

so three poor guys who would love to scream their troubles to the world, shout at the unfairness of life against them, how they struggle in their own walk and others just give him baggage, how they suffers from other's incompetency to work/move/THINK. can you imagine their pain, imagine the nightmare they have, imagine the anger and constrants they puts on themselves, imagine how close they are to wacking the nearest wise-ass for disrupting class. they are so close so breaken down, every small poke could be the last...

can you imagine...if the three guys were actually one person?

one boy bears the pain and agony of triple proportions....he must be thinking what kind of world he lives in? what kind of classmates he has? then he always realises, his path to where he is was known long ago, his pain recognised and approved,a life that does not belong to him.

then he smiles, a sweet smile, a lonely smile,a child's smile; one full of innocence and forgiveness...

and then he cries tears of guilt and pain,of anger and toil.

he cannot let go, neither can he trust another with what he has been entrusted. his heart tells him he does it so another never has to suffer, his brain just laugh at his foolishness.

when will he ever find the end of this seemingly endless torment? he dreams day and night for a time before this, when he never thought of it this way....does he feel regret? probably, but it's dipped with sugar...

the boy's story will continue, i will write it for him, no matter how much he wishes to hide from his friends.he never hated them, he never mistreated them, but they never knew...they will never know