i am woman, hear me gripe.

i am now sitting in macdonalds situated in a very ulu-ated part of bukit batok, after my accounting project.

i am very very tired.
my eyes hurt terribly.
i am stretched.
i have so many things to do but somehow not enough time.
recess week? like real.
i need to sleep badly.
i haven't even started studying for my finals.

to all those whom im supposed to/yet to/couldn't meet up with this term break, im very very sorry. i'll meet up with you guys in december aights?

the good thing? i finally finished my business law assignment after spending almost one day doing it.

the other good thing? i managed to write a poem during FM seminar last friday, but im posting it ONLY now. explains the above doesn't it? (and a whole lot of other thigs as well haha) anyway here it is, inspired by the dear michael scofield (wentworth miller!) of prison break and the cuff intials on my FM prof's shirt.

insigniation

inscribed on my skin
all that you are and all
that i am to you.

liquid red the incessant

buzzing, stinging

yet, so satisfying

a work of art accomplished.

your insignia
within me, on me
and now is me.