Friday, February 24, 2006
A levels are out next wed!!!!! scaryyy...too suddenly have a fixed date after all the rumours that have been arnd...it's pretty nerve-wracking...damn but it's fast.
going bac to wk after two days' leave was a gd decision...:) have acty been feeling v bored and increasingly irritated at wk...dealing with sometimes really awful customers that i jus feel like slamming the phone down on or jus telling them to nt buy if they find it too ex...argghhh! and i feel like strangling my tuition kid sometimes....why can't he jus do his hw???!!!! even after scolding him, the next lesson the same thing will happen...makes me pity my pri tutor when i used to nt finish my wk...but heyy i was so scared of her tt most of the time i confessed (while in tears) before she has even began lors....sighhh...wad ever happened to the healthy fear of teachers.... it's really qt true when they say that tutors are hardly worth anything in the parents' eyes...jus a tool, n if the kid fails...ciao.
on a happier note...
i went to the beach last sunday!!! haha went east coast...havn't been there since like really really long...when i was pretty young haha yupp it's been that long...:) it's really nice to simply walk along the edge of the sea barefoot...very soothing and relaxing.... :)
real madrid LOST... arghhhhhh...against ARSEnal........ok fine haha but i cldnt resist....;p seriously thought they wld have won!!!!!!! sighhh...ohwell but at least becks played well....
reading judith mcnaught's 'whitney, my love' now...it is a fantastic bk!! i think this is the 3rd time im reading it...but i nva get sick of it...:) shld go read it...:) was going to meet sonya next wed but can't now...cos of the results being released...Haha i sure hope i get to meet her sometime soon! seems like all our attempts have been thwarted..:)
blaque stepped into the dark at 10:14 PM!
me
I stare up at the pure white ceiling
fans whirring softly
A deathly silence in the room
Fear grips me by the throat
As I watch Death slowly glide
My wrinkled hand grips the bedsheet
As I begin a silent litany of prayer
He glides past the sleeping child
in the opposite bed
past the lady gazing listlessly towards the window
I struggle to breathe
Strange wheezing noises
The demons within me rage
Wreaking havoc
As my feeble heart sputters and chokes
My eyes close in pain
Flying open
In shocked remembrance
To see
His dark hand reach for me
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