Monday, March 28, 2005
sighs. chao tired from the rushing around today... got ms foo's consultation times for mrp during lunch today. was on tenderhooks loh. i realised that i dread the consultations sessions while they are supposed to aid in my mrp. how ironic.
after school rushed to sunny's bookshop in far east plaza (4.05-4.35pm). then searched around for books that may help my mrp. in the end, nil results. i wasted my time going there and searching for 30min! (4.35-5.05) then took the bus home,
chanel handbags feeling dumb (5.10-5.40). then changed, got rid of my extremely heavy bag and rushed to woodlands library. (6.00-6.40) then searched and find sources, photocopy, walk all around the library, level 2,3,4,3,2... (6.50-8.45) then ate dinner (8.50-9.20). after that too bus home (9.25-10.00).
so can tell im bloody tired lahz. then i think lit review draft time is over le. everyone was handing in their draft today... so i guess, gd luck to me lohz... this yr's humanities grade can byebye le... and i used up the whole day until liddat, how to even start my lit review?!
voodoo-ed and killed at 11:18 PM
VOODOO-ED.
life is like a needle.
a voodoo needle.
it pricks.
and it hurts.
every passing day,
it will find its way to prick me.
the moment i felt
the lethal injection enter my body,
i knew it was over.
this curse has been embedded into me,
not going to be lifted anytime soon.
for the next couple of decades at least.
it's too late.
don't start regretting.
the curse of life begins.
everything is no longer the same,
anymore.
try to accept it.
(i know i'm trying.)
i've been voodoo-ed.
and now,
i'm just waiting
for the effects to take place,
for the day to come.
waiting, for the curse to befall upon me.
simply waiting,
to meet my doom.
life's never the same again.
i'm voodoo-ed. and killed.
