The Beginning..

i feel it. its coming nearer and nearer. can almost feel the heat. THE GRUELLING HELL TERM IS BACK...

tuesday.. day 1 of term 2 yr 3. i hate this brain storming part. school made us plan our own sentence. we submit a proposal with timeline. when u wan to submit wat, u plan urself. its almost like u plan how u wan to die. swallow sleeping pills or laxatives or dettol or kerosene.. u decide.. or u opt for the slow death u can slit ur wrist, watch the blood drain u dry and u enjoy the pain.. then u begin seeing stars, sun sets within minutes. u find urself in the galaxy. u see a face with long white beard. oh tat's GOD.. U R DEAD.

hey i'm actually impressed with my creativity. perhaps i can write a book on 101 ways to die.. but i seriously think overdose of laxative is more painful than slashing ur wrist. worse. u cant confirm if u will die. n even worse. u die in a pile of S**T.

see how stress turns claudia into saddistic monster tat rants on n on.. slowly torturing those who reads this..

**BEWARE** U HAVE JUST BEEN INFECTED WITH CLAUDIARARISIS. IF YOU DO NOT PICK UP UR PHONE AND DIAL MY MOBILE FOR ANTIDOTE, U WILL BE BANISHED TO THE INFECTIOUS STATE LIKE CLAUDIA IS IN RIGHT NOW. SO DIAL 1900-9999999 AND DONATE TO NKF NOW. eeehhhh.. no link leh...

i guess its gonna be e lamest entry i've posted in my entire blogging life. whatever..

i need inspirations now n i'm upset my inspiration library is outstationed now. i need therapy to make me feel better. but i'm down to my final 10 bucks. i spent 4 today to buy a 6 pack soya bean milk and a loaf of white bread. it'll last me till e end of e week. be starting therapy next wk. oh great.. although initials r both RT, but i'm going for radiotherapy and not retail therapy. worlds apart..