Today the bus rides really took a devastating toll on me. My breakfast was sloshing around in me all the way-and I hadn't had lunch. I felt like a martini, shaken, stirred, and-juggled? Not to mention I saw a guy puking when I got off at the bus stop.

Which probably explained my colorless/sour/long face through Photography. Sorry. -_- I thought I was going to hurl.

And I wrote this in Zhi Lin's car on the way back! I feel like those dark, twisted authors who get their inspiration from perverse stuff, like sadness and depression etc. And they smoke, HAHA. But I'd sooner kill myself than do so.

But it really did inspire me, and it struck me right there, that I have to write this. I simply must get it out!

The meaning of this poem is entirely up to everyone to interpret-although I myself know the true message, of course.

For Emily, my muse, Zhi Kang, who wanted to read my 'manuscript' but I preferred to edit it first.

Most of all, this poem goes out to our tutor Ms. Jun Mei, who will be leaving very soon. You were awesome, and so are your handmade crafts! They're really cute. (: All the best for your future ahead, and have fun!

PS: Sorry for the rather dark poem, but then I'm not exactly used to writing happy ones. -_-

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