Dont Touch Me

"Dont touch me!" he shouted and jumped back from me.
Why?
Because i am suffering from cunjunctivites. In the middle of exams, thats another thing.
I was shocked at his behaviour. I mean, come on. Cunjitivites for godsake, not AIDS or something!
If this is the way people in this country treat people who are suffering fro cunjunctivites, then its no small winder how they treat people with aids. Snatching a daughter from her mother because "she is not fit to be a mother, as she has AIDS..."
what crap.
forget being a bit understanding for it feels like there are a 1000 pins pricking the eye, along with acid pouring out of it. travelling over 25 kilometers (one way) on top of that for an exam, without studying, and the first thing i get to hear is "Dont Touch Me!"
after hearing tht i really felt like stickin my finger in my eye, and then sticking it all over his eye. but for tht i would have to touch him. and i dont touch dirty things.
3 things for you mr VIP Frenchie:
1.grow up. money isnt everything. get some brains.
2. who said i'm interested in touching you, in the first place? as i said, i dont touch dirty things.
3. GSAT. (this seems more contagious in class thn cunjunctivites!) ;)

until next time...

I Me Myself

I Me Myself.

I am not what I was.
I was a care-free,
Happy-go-lucky,
Superbly energetic extrovert,
Waiting eagerly, the next day to see.
Today I am a cynical,
Energy-less,
Introvert,
Closed to everything around me.
I hated solitude, loathing to be alone.
Today I seek solace in it, running away from the drone.
I could mingle with any tom-dick-harry,
Genuinely because I wanted to.
Today I close myself to people around me,
Not wanting to talk, not interested in extra burden to carry.
I used to let everyone close.
Today not many cross the barriers that arose.
I am myself
Only sometimes.
And I don’t know why
I have become like this.
My old self doesn’t like my new self.
Really wondering many a time.
But you know what?
My new self doesn’t care about that.
“Get over it.” She tells me, “I have done no crime.”
I haven’t backed off from any challenges.
Yet.
I won’t in the future either.
But my way of looking at things,
My behavior,
My attitude,
Everything has changed.
The famous spark of my eyes has died,
Flaming very rarely, if ever.
I wait for the day, oh so feverishly
When I will be me again.

Until next time…

Counting

Three years.
I don't know about anyone else, but I counted.
Each second.
Each minute.
Each hour.
Ech day.
Each month.
Each year.

And i still am.
Counting.
Waiting desperately for it to end.

Until next time...

Cracks

The pressure is building.
The wall is breaking.
The cracks are appearing.
And the ego's are flowing.

Wow. What fun.

Untill next time...