SCREAMS.

She floats,
on blistered piano keys,
speaking of forbidden teenage love,
tonight she breaks the surface,
on ice sheets,
she dances,
and takes away all i have to say,
she speaks for me.

She sings,
bringing out past lives and aftermath
and everything underground,
she believes in this hopelessness,
and screams for us.
She brings,
a new song to this heart.

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Thank goodness biology paper was milder than i expected. Ms Voon was kind enough to not bamboozle us with tons of information but yet set such an incredibly difficult paper. Now now. CHEMISTRY. notes on the reactivity series and the carbon cycle seem to evade me.

But no matter.
As emilia put it, we're too keyed up and stressed that we'll be suffering from some nervous breakdown close to the Os. Eventually, she and judy will be the only one taking the paper! Quite an exaggerated view[not to say extremely pessimistic] and with such DRAMATIC insight, but really, isnt it not true? at the rate we're going, its the sheets and wards for us. Gotta learn to take it easy.

So today, in the middle of strenous hour-long chem sessions, i decided to take time off to read Patricia's 'She's Come Undone' which she lent me on friday. Although the language leaves much to be desired of, the plot is really interesting. the last few chapters!!

JUST FOUR MORE DAYS.

watch out for a screaming moron on friday morning, 9:30 sharp.

Till them, i will be getting bedsores [not from sleeping, mind you, but from attempting to study in bed.] and surviving solely on rice and kimchi. The thin wisp of membrane that blocks me from being a hermit is that fact that i am still living with my menopausal mother and my sister who intrudes on my privacy very often.

goodnight all.