mother came into my room, annoying me with questions i dont feel like answering.
i was lying on my bed, rolled up in my blanket with my head and feet sticking out, pretending i was a piece of popiah-gone-wrong.

a thought bubble hovering above
(NO NOT NEXT WEEK.... D:)

then she start with all her 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING!' and 'when is your prelims', 'WHY ARENT U STUDYING' sort of stupid crappish shit.
followed by more than 20 questions like when did your tuition teacher came the last time, and the last last time and 100 years ago sort of thing, probbing her stupid calendar.

it annoys me and makes my brain juices juggle crazily within my head.
it fucking hurts, but i cant shut her up, cos she has the wierdest questions in her head and she wants me to answer them just to make sure im still alive and kicking.
not just some popiah that in the wrong place.

she doesnt even know what the hell im thinking.
she thinks im some kind of box that goes kook kook when u knock on it.

she asks me things when im TRYING TO THINK.
I NEED TO THINK! IM SO STUPID I CANT MULTITASK SO PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE.

i have a life to lead.
but, there're only seven days left.
poof and poompoomcha,
it'll be PRELIMS.

ART FUCKING ART
let me sing a song about you.

considering how much ive studied, i'll guess i have to find something to do in the first three months.