you know how sometimes kids in school would really want to work instead of schooling, and on the other hand, how adults in work would always dream about studying in school instead of working?
i can relate to both, personally.
well, as for me in particular, im different. since experiencing both, here's what i would say
I HATE SCHOOL, AND WORK.
the only thing that is driving me to work in the mornings is the pay. nothing else. now i understand the phrase "money is the root of all evil". Work to me is evil, its demonic.
speaking of which,
the journey to work in the ungodly mornings is killing me.
on a train with zombies surronding you. with "i'm gonna slap you if you talk to me" written all over their faces. they seem to be on drugs. either that or they are reading newspapers disregarding the world. Some obviously would be sleeping and falling, i mean crashing onto other people at their sides.
where are all the teenagers? MY age? WHERE?
save me from this depressing ride.
thank God for ipod.
moving right along,
went out with daron on friday after work.
played pool, arcade and ate.
that's the thing that is keeping me from being insane. imagine if i had to take a freaking zombified mrt after work that day, i would have just become one of them. thank god for friends, people, sane people.
however, friday was a "suay" day for me. just not my night.
somehow during the pool game, the balls just dont seem to like me. it will always go into the hole, then suddenly, as if on cue, out the balls come, bouncing right along. didnt happen once, but almost the whole game! it could probably be that i lost all focus due to the hawwwt chick beside our table. And yes daron, she was looking at me, not you. so take a backseat. haha.
not that we are ever going to see her again anyway
and we left cine at 12 plus? missed the mrts and saw the last two 518 driving off. SAW. imagine how we felt. we ran, we stood in the middle of the road just to get into one of those two 518s
shit happens.
missed the two buses and were closed to sueing SBS til it sends a 518 every minute.
or maybe, it could just be . .
SUAY!
When i'm weak, you are strong
You're my feet when i can't move on
You're the light, in the dark
You're the whisper inside my heart
And I, surrender all to you.
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