Tuesday, October 10, 2006

11:25 PM


Jiayi broke down today, cause she thinks that she cannot make it for English.
Then, what about me?
She is a higher mother tongue student, but I'm not.
So, how about me?

Heading Mel's advice, I left the school and took 12. I dropped at Tanah Merah Mrt and boarded bus 14 as what she instructed. All along I was carrying my bag and the 5-inch thick orange file.

On bus 14, I looked at my watch, 6:08pm, cool, I'm still on time.

20 minutes later.

To my horror surprise, I was driven to Bedok interchange.

Yes, I took the wrong direction bus. THANKS MEL.

Once I reached interchange, bus 14 was there. I thought I was lucky, and I ran for the bus. But the driver refused to 'see' me and I didn't get into the bus.

Another 15 minutes of waiting. With my 5-inch file.

Finally, another 14 came I boarded. It was already 6:56pm. I'll sure be late for tuition.

In the midst of the darkness, I saw a school and I quickly pressed the bell. However, only when alighted from the bus did I know that I had alighted at the wrong bus stop.

Sigh, how I wish I could take a rocket back home.

So, I waited for another 10 minutes for the next bus. On boarding the bus, I was unsure of where to alight. The surrounding was a complete charcoal!!!! Luckily, I met Cheryl on the bus and talked to her to ease my frustration. Thank god I had met her, if not I'll just cry and throw my tantrum.

What's worse?

2 hours plus tuition with a teacher who kept saying the same thing over and over again for 5 minutes on ONE question. There were 15 questions and 1 summary. 1 situation writing but thank godSSS she's going through my compo tml.

Tuition ended at 10pm. Stomach growling, arms aching, eyes closing. Fortunately Mum sent me home. But I would not be so lucky next week as she will be outta town.

No matter how bad my day was, I tried not to get upset and find things to cheer myself. Messages in my phone are the only things that prevent me from crying.

Nothing is worse than a child who's parents are divorcing, sold him for child labour, got abused by employers, and got scalded by hot iron. Yes, I AM SO MUCH BETTER OFF THAN HIM.

Sigh. Work undone. Energy drained. Shall wake up at 4am to do my amaths.

And Shar, thanks for the failed attempt to cheer me up. Your thought counts and that makes me smile. =)
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