3 weeks have passed. at the end of sundays, my mood will start to go low. taking the long train journey to the other end of mainland, walking to the end of the bus interchange. taking out my thermometer to have my body temperature taken, and up the bus i go...
mood continues to sink deeper when the bus starts moving towards the ferry terminal. after a while, the bus comes to a stop, the doors open, and off i go. a brand new week ahead that i have to go through, forced myself to smile for the new week.
getting in steps to the same old familiar place, this particular line from one of the songs strike me: "same old shit again".
i miss the people back in mainland. on the other hand, i do not know if they miss me in the first place. all i can do is, to protect my country in order to protect my loved ones. 你们就开开心心地生活吧.
i finished typing this entry at 4:51 PM
all about me
spencer
twentyone
26 sep 1987
ngee ann poly
spencer_wez@hotmail.com