horror in the eyes

today was a tragic day. someone passed away at block 623.

it wasn't a funeral. it was an accident.

4.00 pm in the afternoon. like any other NP student, i was revising feverishly for my papers next week. then came a loud clang and bang..... i figured it was nothing, as such noises was pretty common.

then my mum came back from shopping and said loudly:" someone fell off the building." i ran to the kitchen window and leaned out. the scene was like some C.S.I drama. the cops were there, the body was covered in a police tent, the scene was roped off, residents were peeking out of their homes, and the karaoke people at the void decks were just staring. everyone was just watching.

what i saw troubled me. a slipper, a metal tin, some blood. the feeling of breaking every bone in my body shook my nerves. if you had splintered yourself before, you would know how it feels like. and i watched on. for the next 3 hours, the police collected every piece of evidence, a pair of slippers, the metal tin, the body. from what i heard, the deceased was a middle-aged man. he must have fallen off the building..... if not, it could have been intentional suicide.

while that aside, my study progress has been so-so, not to troubling except for the fact that i'm running out of time. it feels really stressful, and i'm having my seasonal outbreak now. in just 3 days time, it'll all be over, and then, the real thing starts from there.

can you read my mind after all?