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Sunday, September 24, 2006 5:14 PM
Monday Mourning

9:14 am

so what if i skipped school today? its not my fault after all. its the bus driver's. i woke up late today as usual. 6pm. woken up by mother screaming at me for stuff i didn't do. [ WHY DIDN'T YOU SWITCH OFF THE LIGHT LAST NIGHT WHEN YOU SLEPT? WHY DIDN'T YOU SWITCH OFF YOUR COMPUTER LAST NIGHT BEFORE YOU SLEPT? etc. etc. ]. see? being scolded for things that i didn't do yet again. being woken up by your mum screaming into your ear isn't the exactly best thing that can happen to you. plus that fact that i was having this blissful dream of being wolverine and destroying the whole world. my mood wasn't perfect, but i kept it in. then i faster brush teeth change dump my work into my bag drink milk and off i went to school.

after chionging to THE bus-stop i missed a bus but luckily i can take 3 busses, so probability of getting a bus soon was uber high. sure enough, i got the next bus. i was left wishing that the bangla driver was dead cuz the bus was the old old type one, no air-con, windows shaking like nobody's business and had a top speed of 10 kmph. MMM... i nearly died of fried everytime the bus went over a hump. seemed like it would just fall apart llike a cardboard bus.

FINALLY i reached my changeover point, when i saw a bleddy 67 overtake my bus and stop in front of it at the busstop.

now i must say that i take 2 busses to school everyday, [ 31/32/33 -- changeover --> 67 ] OR [ 33 -- changeover --> 170 ]. but i usually take the 170 bus cuz i take from bugis the terminal there then always got empty seats. but i digress...

anyway, i was getting ready to get off the bus and chiong to catch the 67 in front but the bus uncle purposely ~DUN WANT~ to open the door. only open the door when the 67 drive off then he happy happy song song open the door let me go out. wah lao eh. the 67 long bus damn empty one loh. worse still, the next 67 took half a bloody hour to come. ah. sane ah. then the bus packed until its worse than in a pasar malam.

by that time i was ready to throttle someone. my pent-up emotions finally won my sanity. so i turned arnd and went home. no big deal. just that i very oh-so-nearly got caught by my dad driving in the opposite direction, on his way to work.

anyway lessons aren't going to be of much use. PE den double maths double english double chinese. and the learning environment there isn't exactly condusive for a time where EOY exams are one week away. with qi jian and shawn chee + douglas lee and jackson arnd me, it isn't a wonder i spend half the time crapping with them and the other half the time sleeping ~~together~~ along with them. how to study.

i'll tell you a secret though. school isn't really the best place to learn. its all propaganda. i'm going to mac to study...

so you see, monday morning was really monday mourning for me. and it wasn't my fault, but the bus briver's fault that i pon school. SEE?

-end of ranting-

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