The written Chronicles

In other words….

Worst.

Day.

Ever.

Woke up to realise i have school worrying about the project.

Went to school but cabbed the last 2km to beat the crowd to avoid being late. 5 bucks gone

Being told last minute about the GP essay which is due today.

Garbage truck passed by the school where I was alighting leaving a chronic smell in the morning and it lasted for like about 2 minutes. Felt like vomitting.

Having to disappoint the GP teacher because we wanted a deadline because I wasn’t informed.

A certain vendetta happened in class and i stomped out of the classroom in the middle of the lesson.

Had a throbbing headache the whole day.

Feeling the intensity of the soar throat increasing.

The literature teacher came in late and instead of being dismissed at 4.45, its 5.25 instead.

Went to SSW, cabbed there at 7pm fearing i will be late but it started at 8pm, officially. 5 bucks gone.

During rehearsal, I cough out blood and disposed phlegm which contain blood also.

Went boarded the bus 882 and 962 when it passed by. the 882 bus is colder than the music studio and I had to literally freeze. again. 962 was bumpy as always.

Walked back home from another bus stop and I literally kicked a frog. with my slippers. i kicked it with my toe especially.

Hope i get well tomorrow.

Might pon tomorrow

Hope I don’t get warts.

Hope i get well before THURSDAY.

Hope SSW get a medal that we desire.

Good night.

P.S. I hope my worst day ends here without any nightmares awaiting me.

For—
by Fikri

AMONGST

The bittersweet remnants of
my broken dreams, there
lies a vacant space, it
cries out redness of
longing
wanting,
loneliness.
A piece, waiting to be fit.

There you came, the perfect
manifestation of the piece I want.

E,

But-
The dismal reality of love,
Vividness slapped me out,
the incredulity,
the lingering fact,
the multitudinous sea of hate,
imposed to me, I swore I could have ate
myself up in non-existence.

The pauper saw her,

M

demure, silken, holmberry lips
Disjointed from his muddled world
In echoing minds of others he fear,
the shame he might have if he did.
Who would want a sordid thing….
The pauper down in his doldrums and
Back to his muddled world again.

You do not know,
Yourself of the figure,
Furthest in reality,
close in fantasy I find.
the dreams I had of you, it unravel all wounds of the mind
it seams the shattered studying brain.
Joy frolicking amongst the thunderous rain.

Alas!
The pauper knows the reality.
Versus the figment of his mind
Never to materialize in this prison
the gown the lady wears,
the permanent stain has he,
Never to be juxtaposed never to fit.
Alas,
To the blighted star he returns

Of the poisonous ivy field he risked
the bee bit the blooming flower
the honey harvested,
stored for a special significant day

For ——-

The giving indicates nothing
I just want you to be happy on your day.

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SSW today was productive. Going to perform a concert at esplanade tomorrow. Lets see how it goes.

Rubbish day.

I don’t mean its kind of a day where I clean my rubbish — its a day whereby I felt I went to some random place to do almost nothing; it just feels so …erm…indescribable. =/ Well, at least Ive spent time with some group of friends and had lunch together. Lol, my day felt quite unfinished. Maybe its a day where I will slack again? No. no. no I want to do SOMETHING. When my day is incomplete, I feel terribly awkward, of course there were other ..factors that made me feel that way.

..WELL, now Ive had my lunch, maybe i should do some leisure reading or stroll in the park or maybe even practice my….wait my clar is at the music studio..

What am I supposed to do with myself. I feel like a loser…doing nothing

Maybe I should just clean  rubbish afterall.

My life’s getting a little boring, maybe i need something to do to escape my busy schedule sometime.

Just look at my title la. I think its purely crap, I think I want to practice at the CC later. Kinda bored you know.

Had the chance to hang out with my old pals from 1pm to 10pm which is like wow. Kinda good to catch up with them.

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Alright  folks, I think I want to get a freak life and not spend any more freaking hours staring at this stupid screen which miserably failed in entertaining me.

I will link you all later. (I know i haven’t linked you all since i started wordpress)

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I’m still wondering why the heck its called wordpress -.- and still wondering why are my blog entries perpetually random.