i can't mug.

currently listening to: Chu le Ai Ni Hai Neng Ai Shui [Power Station]

HAIII.
the whole world is pangseh-ing me.
i call this retribution.

or maybe it's heaven's way of trying to keep me at home so i'd mug.
since i have only just started on literature.
and managed to only conquer 5 very brief essay outlines in 2 whole days.
like how efficient is that?

i seriously think that literature is not my field of interest.
i mean, yeah it's interesting in some ways.
but i can't do it for more than an hour.
i'd just... feel like ZzzzZZZzz.
but i would try my best not to sleep since i know that i'll never wake up.
so i'll resort to eating, and eating, and more eating...

and now i have larger chunks of fat hanging on my body, and a hundred thousand annoying pimples surfacing on my black black face.

anyway.

i was happily boarding this bus on my way to tropica for a study day with regina (even though i was already late) last monday. like always, i took out my ezlink card and tapped on the sensor, then walked on to the back of the bus when i suddenly heard someone calling 'oi, girl.' in the typical singaporean (aka rude) manner. so it turned out to be the balding bus uncle who demanded to look at my ezlink card.

*he scutinizes my card*

"you study at what?"
"JC. -__-""
"which JC?"
"tampines junior college."
"... Poly cannot use this card."
"but i'm not from a poly." *raises eyebrow*

*he reaches over to check entry*
*looks at me weirdly*

"poly cannot use this card ar."
"but i'm not from a poly."

*hands card over to me*
"... poly cannot use this card ar."
"... but i'm not even from a poly!"

and then the ENTIRE BUS was staring at me because apparently the over-suspicious uncle had stopped the bus just to check on my card.

what the toots?!
did i look like a poly student?
that's so wrong.
people at Macs ask me if i wanted the Kids' Meal okayy.
plus i kinda have a face with the word "JC" stamped on it.
(at least that's what everyone says.)

and does a poly student:
1) wear worn out shorts and a crumpled shirt to school.
2) lug files and textbooks and this super huge bag to school.
3) have unkempt hair that obviously show signs of anxiety at failed attempts to mug.
4) be looking so nerdy when the poly exams are over???

i was so so so angry alrights!
and not even a sorry from that rude uncle.
he must have realised that i'm really a JC student.
i mean, the card proves it all okayy.
so instead of him getting malu-ed, he made me out to be the congirl who wanted to cheat SBS of their few cents.

worse still.
the people on the bus might REALLY have thought that way.
cuz there were so many reasons to justify it:
1) i was travelling the route to Temasek Polytechnic.
2) i got off at the stop just before Temasek Polytechnic.
3) i didn't defend myself more aggressively at the accusation.
4) i had this red red face when i was waiting to get off the bus.

i was imagining all sort of things i should have done to him on the bus.
like...:
1) railing at him and demanding a public apology.
2) taking down the bus number and calling SBS on the spot to complain.
3) hitting him on the head with my big, heavy literature file (gladly).
4) screaming and wailing that he was bullying me.
5) ... ran out of ideas.

"poly cannot use this card ar."

... feel like punching his face.

記憶は明日のために強さになるものだよ。きっと。