pw / poem

Somehow, I felt that i should have ponned sch today.
I overslept this morning cos i wasn't actually feeling well,
but insisted on going cos of gp and maths tutorial;
and it turned out that mr toh wasn't here today.
in the end, i didn't do anything productive today
(except reading janice's magazine)

hah. oh well.
our PW report was back,
and i was feeling very indignant about the comments.
technical errors like the video too soft seemed to be our fault too.
so all in all, it looks like our proposal is worthless.
and it really feels so... unjustified.

ah forget it.
i'm a sick cat today
and i don't want to aggravate my flu by making myself mad just for PW.

during econs, first half was a lullaby,
with the lecturer speaking so super slowly..
and i nearly fell asleep.

i wrote a poem out of boredom,
and i'm purely being random. (:
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In that plain white sight,
my world went spinning; spinning,
till all that my heart contains
solely, my sweet sorrow.

Red letters on the screen,
crawling like creepy armies of ants;
Red numbers imprinted on papers,
kills like heart-piercing swords;
Red little heart,
yet my only motivation.

Displeasure! most infinitely definite
lingering around the soul; so
terrifying hunger, like the wolves,
scavenge to quench their need for food.
Contradictory; yet as we are told,
it's a need for survival,
it's the harsh reality.

© Cindy 17/9/08, CC, 11.23am

1:45 PM ღ i thought of you.