The Bubble Wrap And I

Once upon a time, a 50cm x 20cm bubble wrap was lying on my table. It just happened that i wasnt in a good mood that day. That day's exams was ridiculously tough and i think i screwed it up. So i picked up that small piece of wrap and went 'pop'. ahh..much better, exams? what exams? i'm sure he must have felt pain but who am i to care? after all, what can beat the sensation of your fingers on a squishy thing and goes 'pop' when a little pressure is applied on it? soon , i was popping it here and there and poor him must have lost more than the iraqis. i'm venting my anger on him even though i know it's not his fault just as bush attacked iraq knowing there's no wmd's there. i guess i should send him some bubble wrap too. i'm sure he needs it more than i do. however, i shall not part with him! he's mine! he and i shall live happily ever after!at least until he goes popless and becomes a bubbleless wrap.i'll be happy,he'll be dead. life's unfair huh?

p.s:someone requested me to write this, u know who you are and i'm sorry if i just wasted 5 mins of your life.

if u're angry at me for wasting your precious time, u know what to do. buy bubble wraps!