little thinking osama

so many times and so many many uncountable moment i spend and wasted thinking that i have indeed gone nuts and without bolts. i used to wonder what is life and what strange things come by and never seems to leave.well! i still wear the stigma. or! life really hasn't change. the world was too clumsy because the world around me finds me clumsy.i wonder how many people in this world are 'left-handed'? well! not a good number, where ever they are they are ,good! but i am not. hahah!!! i'm not trying to be unique, i guess i'm not. well! it was difficult growing up in a neighbourhood. 'Oinathikot' they used to call me, it was nothing as it meant to kill initially because i did not understand the profound quality of the word.but i grew up hearing people giving me so many names that i find it extremely difficult to remember. But this particular name grew saber and blades that it would trigger deepwounds. class room was another place, one teacher who would punish me just because i deviated by using the other hand to write. i never realised but she did try hard to, make me change my school. i wonder how many people still consider and find me extremely clumsy, it mattered to me little because i guess i'm much more immuned to all the venoms they spitted on me. Class room was intolerable, i did end up sitting alone to the teachers surprise because it seems only 'Badboys' sit alone because nobody get along with them, because they are bad and a big ulcer to the quite,all-time listening,obedient classroom. i think too much that i stoped thinking.