Posts Tagged ‘stress’

Ooooooooki… i’ve been soooo boring over the past few weeks… anyone visiting my little space would’ve noticed how i’ve been writing about weddings (weddings?! of all the…) and salt (like dude, seriously, what was that all about…)and even the odd rat under my bed…which has prompted me to do a little introspection…and introspect i have.

I now realize what’s the root cause behind my overwhelming desire to ditch the blog and start a rock band called “Smelly Undies”… it’s  college. That inverse utopia that makes me want to cry. It’s not that the horse was dead and and was still flogged, it’s more like the horse was flogged to death and a suicide note saying “I’m sorry, I chose this for myself” was taped to it.

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ps: what if the donkey sued for inhumane…oh yeah..the donkey chose this…interesting..

Another Random *ahem* Poetry

Posted: March 16, 2009 in random
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The rat under my bed

The rat under my bed

to me it said

“well, hello there ma’am

i’ve been meaning to talk to you”

 

“to talk to you about something

thats been quite upsetting”

“Oh, hello back” I said

“What’s been so distressing?”

 

“the sky” it said

“the what?” me said

“the sky” it repeated

“the sky?!” me repeated

 

“You see, the sky in the night

it shakes and it talks

it shivers and it quivers

and worst of all it snores”

 

“snores?!” 

“yes, snores…” 

“and talks?”

“yes, talks…and the funniest thing is

it sounds exactly like you”

 

so said the rat under my bed

to me it said

“well, hello there ma’am

i’ve been meaning to talk to you”

 

“to talk to you about something

thats been quite upsetting”

and then was when I knew

what exactly had been so distressing.

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and if you want an interesting short non- prose on bathrooms, flush here.

I can’t beleive this… I already have only a week left of my holidays, which means only 7 days of relaxed-lazing-around-the-house-without-brushing-till-noon…after which I  have to become all responsible college types and wake up in the morning really early

good night.

Yes, it is that time of the year. The time of the year associated with gigantic books, frantic calls to friends, haywire hormones, stress pimples and a general feeling of being a loser.

If this was fifth grade, it would also be the time of the year for us to write poetry like:

 History is a mystery,

English feels like gibberish…

Ah well. This is not fifth grade. And my textbooks don’t have titles like ‘Lets learn English : The ABCs of the language’.  Sigh…those days…where art thou?

Exams. E x a m s. Exams. Exams.  Exa  I just can’t say it in a way that makes me feel less dreadful about it. 

Wish me luck. KanKan enters the battlefield, alone and unsupported.