Whats the fucking time?

--Rohit's annoying caller-tune--
--thodi der baad fir dial kijiye--

what the fuck Rohit is trying to come out with?
i got only three days to complete this bull-shit whilst i have to rehearse "freak on a leash".
its one of the toughest song I have ever practiced.
i dont know how come this bastard(Jonathan davis) can snarl with all frenzy rhythmic codes.
"hey you can call me now" rahul texted.
i deleted that drivel.
"YOU CALL ME, CORPSE-FUCKER" i texted.

--my ringtone buzz--

"hey,i am sorry" Rohit giggled.
"for what?"
"it will take more time.i guess 5 days will be okay."
"mo-fucker" i cussed.
"i am sorry yaar.the tune is dropping and i have to change the whammy bar.getting accustomed with the new one.so it will take time." he yelled.
"you do whatever you like.i have to complete all my programs of D.S. and submit it on thursday and i want you to get it ready by friday.5 days could be too late."
"okay.i will try"
"hmmm..by the way what about your own-composition?give me the tune. i have to give someone.she will be writing the lyrics." i said while assembling my books and lab copies.
"who is this she?"


--yawn--


"oh.she is one of my online friend.hey i gotta go.stand in fronta jadavpur 8b sharp at 5:30."
"buh bye"
"good night" i pressed the red button of my cell for few seconds by looking at the time once.----->12:13 A.M.


--adieus tune--

--writing lab copies--

--playing with a tuft of hair and dozing-off--

--in bed--

--lights switched off--

--whats the fucking time?--

--pressed the red button again for few seconds--

--i hate this annoying tune--

--->3:10 A.M.

--SMS tune--

--by Vishali--

"wassup fucker?"---->12:15:51 A.M.



she is a good friend of mine.but i dont like her kohl-lined-eyes,black-band-T,black jeans,stilettos and black-nail-polish.all-black wannabe goth.racist(coz she likes black).poser.loser.whatever.

--log Z's--