to malaysia.
which i do not wish to go to.
once again, which i have no choice over.
note: parents' decision.
sigh.
i have so many things i wish to do.
and wish to accomplish.
but so little time.
and im still dying from a flu, cough, sore throat. and a major headache.
i wonder if i should tell them. -.-
that their son is sick, and hopes for nothing but to stay home.
or go for a swim, or a jog.
and do things that he actually feels like doing.
leaves me with nothing but a bout of heavy bad temper straight from bookout.
when i know that i'd have to spend my weekend,
precious time to do something i do not wish to do.
or a place i do not want to be in.
its amazing.
especially when u're in camp.
a place supposedly said to make and create men.
not boys.
and u see ur bunk mates squabbling and arguing like little kids.
over minor things.
when u wish to just stick ur boot up all their asses and ask them to wake up.
then u'd think over it urself.
and consider u being just another angry child who wishes to grow up.
m'i llits os ni evol htiw uoy.
od uoy wonk?
nehw m'i os kcis dna daed, er'u eht ylno eno i tlef ekil gniklat ot.
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