Some days the trail of thoughts that follows on board 151 drives me nuts. I just keep thinking of stuff that loops endlessly till my mind gets too tired and drift off.

Today was stuff on the additional year or years some people spent before entering the rat race.
I am a year behind some people in this aspect, but never consider that as a 'waste.' somehow once we hit polytechnic, age becomes this meaningless figure that is not attached to life. No one notices, and no one cares. We start on a clean slate, and it's just the same as uni. in fact, i feel very much disgusted with myself letting my thoughts run on the batch of poly yr ones born in the year 92 which seemingly make me seem like some old hag left forgotten at the end of the world. It's a stupid random thought and i couldnt help but felt irritated.

Sadly today was just one of those days that i loathe the journey to school and back. The scorching sun that glares through the tinted glass no matter which side i choose to sit, the rumbling of the bus with the stupid engine burning the soles of my feet, the jerking movement that never fail to start and end with this sound that seems as if something is steaming and going to boil over, the sickening feeling of being stuck in a traffic jam during peak hours and the lack of adequate personal space for the long journey side, front and back, on top of many others.

and i'm glad some days i have it easy.