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on the face of it,
i'm kooky. like a coffin nail ;
i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped.
arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
set in concrete, you can't change me. |
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9:27 PM, Strum Me Like A Guitar Blow Up My Amplifier
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tomorrow's thursday and after 3 days MC, (okay if you count the weekends, actually 5 days MC) i'm going back to school. Yay? Nah, i'm afraid not. Tomorrow is thursday! Ah, everyone knows i hate thursdays. But nonetheless, god please, i need to get thru this thursday, and the next thursday, and the thursday after that and so on and so forth until the term 4 hols kick in. Which will be around 3 months or less? Hah, here i go again, counting down to the end of school. Ok, so some time ago, i'd pretend to be sick just so i can skip thursdays in school. In case my pleas and groans and moans and words are not convincing enough to convince my mum of my sickly state, i'd pop a panadol into my mouth in front of her. Then i'd close my eyes, swallow, and put up a silent prayer that the pill won't affect me in any way. Then i'd go back to bed, wake up later at 4 in the afternoon, escape from home, and congratulate myself on the success of my little mission. But now, all that has kind of backfired i think. Haha, so i fell sick for real, and got to feel how sickening life is when you're sick. Like really sick, and not pretending to be sick. Hmm....... Ah yes correct, really sick and not pretending to be sick.. Cannot take it sia. You want to do something, but your body won't allow. What did i do? Sleep, read, eat, sleep, read, eat, sleep. Thank god for the creation of my beautiful companion. My days passes faster with her presence. I will live today. And i will live tomorrow. No matter what is said or done. Even if it's going wrong.
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