can you imagine how it is like, to go to school on a saturday morning, travelling from one end to the other, with an aim to complete the final sewing item before the upcoming monday, only to have the door to the sewing room locked, despite the stoopid card-reading machine repetitively display "welcome nurul ain binte samad"; & so, all you managed to do was iron (which you can conveniently do at home), & not even able to overlock & sew using the sewing machines from the other room cause apparently "each sewing machine 'belongs' to the 21 final-year adm students" & even marked "do not use; i curse you!". like hello?
& the greatest part of it all, your beloved tutor just had to have her phone switched off.
& it doesnt end there.
can you imagine how it is like, to see red & not have any diapers? & it is phreaking saturday, where the school's store isnt open; & the friend you were with, is pregnant! like she is so going to bring diapers around with her? & it gets worse, having no value in your ezlink card when you conveniently tapped it to that phreakingly loud machine; & you had like only a dollar worth of coins; & so you alighted & walked all the way from the so-far-away-from-the-top-up-machines bus stop.
& so you wished things stopped there, but no!
finally, got into the bus; & you slept... awake to see the huge grin from the bus driver informing you that he had parked the bus, & that you have to walk all the way to the interchange. like how embarrassing is that?
& it sucks when you get home; & there isnt anyone at all;
no one to seek comfort in.
no one to listen to your woes.
no one to make you feel all better.
it is just so quiet; too quiet.
& i wish the boyf finishes his tutoring soon. :'(