I wrote a story

I wrote a story, out of fun, out of frustrations, out of pure bordem. I did not know why I really wrote a story. I do not know what the story is from, what purpose it really has. I had to come out with one, to justify my actions. Humans are accustomed to having reasons to justify their actions. However, they do not realise that half the time, they come up with the reasons after they have commited the actions. "Think before you act" does not seem to be so well up-holded by people.

Where is my story now? Its with someone that was suppose to help me in editing my pure lousy English. Finally, my writing proves me right, and she is on my side now that my English is hideous in many ways. I need time to brush up my English in due time, proven to be lousy by the 'A' levels, which I got a C6 for.

Now again, why did I write a story? Why? Looking back, the idea is still very uncertain. Do I still want to carry on with the story? Do I still want to publish it? I am brushing all these ideas away for a while, when the thing in front of my now is exams and more exams. Who says universities are not grades orientated? You cannot run away from there in where I live, grades. Make it or break it...