Getting Demoralised (or is it demoralized?)

Its the second week of study here,
and every freaking class is cancelled.
I plan to get a 4.00 this semester.
And this cancellations is like the fucking Great Wall of China.
Getting very annoyed and very, very demoralised.
Fuck damnit.
I WANT MY CLASSES AND I WANT IT FUCKING NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A Start Part 2

Already started,

and I'm begging people to show me the finish line.

Damn I'm tired.

But I a born warrior.

I can push through the pain.

Because I'm a muthafuckin' badass Spartan.

THIS IS SPARTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A Start

A start to be the best,

to get the best,

and nothing less than giving my best.

Self Preception

I always see myself as a heartless idiot.

I don't really care about myself, my feelings and the feelings of others.

But now, those attributes are changing.

I always want to know how people perceive me.

As an idiot? A heartless goon? A sadistic prick?

It makes me very unsure of myself.

Bringing up feeling I had never felt.

And I don't like it one single bit.

All I care about now is my image to the public.

I shouldn't have cared for shit about my image.

I am what I am.

I do what I like and I like what I do.

I am who I am.

This semester, the old me is dead.

Enter myself, with added ruthless aggression.

GRRRRR.......................

I'm Home....

with the BULLETPRUF BAWSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Of Raya

Raya is just around the corner.

Reminiscing back to the old days when I used to get duit raya.

Dayme man, when I was little, I got a lot of duit raya.

Now, no one will give me, not even a dime.

That's one of the things I have to live when being a young man.

Thank god I didn't get a job yet, or I have to give out duit raya.

For the first time, since I don't know when,

I've spent a lot of cash for raya.

But, not on clothes,but for my DSLR accessories.

Spent about 1K on a speedlight,

and thats a cheap for a speedlight.

The retail price was about 1200.

But, its a necessary buy for a hobbyist like me.

Raya nowadays is not like the old days.

It used to be fun, where family members gather and gossip until the wee hours of the morning.

But, nowadays,

for me at least,

my family went balik kampung after a days stay.

Its no fun at all.

No more playing with your nieces and nephews.

No more playing in the river under the highway.

No more meriam buluh battle the the other village.

Oh I wish I was in the old days.