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been bouncing this ball round my head for days.
studies. psych. childcare. profiler.
panda said that gov's gonna pass a law saying that only peps w masters in psych can pract.
wtf.
anyways, i decided to do some research.
but i was late in going to the lib, so i grabbed the thinnest book on psych.
thinnest cause i m afraid of brain damage.
i think my brain's hemorrhaging words.
i mean, wtf's polymorphously perverse?
cant the author write the damn book in simple eng that can b understood?
ble.
i checked the bloody dictionary every other min.
not only that, the sentence structure's confusing.
it's like the guy delibrately used 10 chim, long words when 5 simple ones could've done the job.
hell.
i checked up ''polymorphously"
it shoulda been polymorphous perversity.
i'd this perverse satisfaction to know that that dingdong was wrong.
the cat's barthday's coming up.
maybe i should really just buy her that backscratcher thing.
it cant be ex right?
i'm so friggin broke.
i realised the only person who really bought any1 bday present was jing.
every1 else just dump present choosing to every1 else.
since she's kinda out of the pix, by default, somehow, present choosing+buying fall into my lap.
damn.
pain.
unbearable pain. a sheen of perspiration. so much pain.
i thought i saw stars. burst of colors swirled round my eyes, eyes that were shut tight against the pain.
clenched fists clutching the sheets desperately.
the pain escalated, waves and waves of pain, a tsunami crashed against the shore.
at its peak, unable to move, to even scream.
time dragged by...
seconds ticked by...
minutes...
felt like hours.
i hid. hid in the deep recess of my mind.
blessed silence.
where the pain does not hurt anymore.
how should i describe it?
i floated.
waves of pain still rolled off me, but couldnt touch me.
i stood on the edge, unsure which way to fall,
to lose conscience or to come back to reality?
i chose reality.
too much of a coward to enter the darkness.
i might not want to return.
and so she came back to reality,
to find herself drenched in perspiration,
her nails had left half cresent dent in one palm
and her other had tore out the pillow case.
she came back to herself slowly,
she unclenched her fists carefully,
straightened her body slowly.
too tired to move further, she laid there and waited for the next waves of pain to hit.
