i woke up feeling deflated and then dejected. then it was raining heavily. i left home slightly earlier than usual but i still arrived in school late. though many more were late. but the journey to school was painful. i've never seen jurong east mrt packed with people up till half of the platform. it was so bad. i could only board the connecting train to clementi at the 5th attempt. and the announcements that kept playing was 'please wait for the next train if you are unable to board the train, thank you.' like duh, damn it. why must they rub it in? then you know when you reach the bus stop and everyone is trying to squeeze under the shelter, then there will be these rude or lazy idiots who wont close their umbrella while walking under shelters and they will just poke everyone with their umbrellas, forgetting that most of the time they are shorter than average and their lazy ass arms are too lazy to extend higher so that the umbrella won't bang into anyone else. what a lousy and sleepy start to the day.
and in class everyone was just complaining about the 8K essay that we had to submit today, but i'm just glad it's done and over with. to the next essay, and then exams, and then research, then back to school, then the essays, the exams...
i don't know why people like to be 18. like when it's their birthday they try to fool themselves by saying that no i'm not like 35 but i want to be 18. do people want to be 18 because of the looks or because of the lack of responsibilities when you're 18 years of age? 18 or 24 or 35 i think it's almost all the same - welcome to the grown-up ages. if so i'd rather go back to my primary school days. like when i was 10 or something. so carefree, so fun life was. just rushing home after school to catch the cartoons on tv, or to go play that catching game me and friends always did at the playground near my house. that's where i banged into the concrete wall and a tiny part of my front tooth got chipped off. and yes the chipped off part is still there. ah, the memories.
and out of all this, am i asking for too much? i don't know if i am, but pray, you can tell me if i am.
'cause i'm broken when i'm lonesome.
