I went to mos burger yesterday, in hope of engaging in some form of productive study having missed the last week of school due to some chest infection. Amidst the noises of peasant revolutions and political battles which plagued my mind as I lay in a dream-like state, (pardon me for I tend to do this a lot whilst studying history) there was a string of highly irritable, rapidly increasing beeps coming from what seemed to be a mobile phone. Recently, I seem to be fated, and destined to live in the midst of things that I am never to hear the last of. Anyway, the lady adjacent to me was blatantly running through all the midi tunes in her phone one by one the least bit pretending to be highly entertained. I mean like..In the age of modern mp3 players and what not, who in the blue hell gets amused by handphone ringtones?! Well this state of agony lasted for at least 15 minutes despite my vile attempts to hint that she was indeed pissing the entire world off.
   This awkward predicament made me think. I sensed an uncanny resemblance to Stephen Blackpool as there seemed to be some sort of misadventure or mistake in my life whereby somebody else had become possessed of my roses and I had become acquainted with the same somebody else's thorns-in addition to my own. To put it simply, things have not gone my way the past week. This unfortunate trend has begun to take shape in such a queer manner and thus preventing me from attempting anything whatsoever which has the element of chance. Its a pain in the ass. Really. I hope this curse that has been inscribed on my backside ever since I was born does not transcend into my area of academics. I still have my A levels to sit for -_-  Ohwell..What can I do. .Nothing. .       . Absolutely nothing but be a spectator of the most downcast tragedy ever made.
 
 
Quote:"lady luck hasn been very fond of me"