Bang

Woke up in the morning, ate breakfast, and slept again. I usually had my cellphone’s alarm on when I re-sleep again; it did rang, but I turned it off subconsciously and fell asleep until 7.25am when my mum’s sharp piercing voice woke me up immediately.

There I went helter-skelter doing a quick bath and jump into my school uniform, grabbed my bag, packed my water and food container, and cycled to school. Bicycle’s tyres were almost air-less as I forgot to pump it day after day. Was late; gate was locked. Wheeled my bike past Ting and Ian who asked me to “hurry up”, locked it, and heard the school song being played. Was definitely late alright.

As I walked in the ruang legar, where a bunch of students were standing there for various offences, prefects either don’t notice me or turned a blind eye. Good. So I walked past them and went straight for my class behind the lines.

Thought I’d screw my Chem pretty bad as I didn’t really study it properly. Paper I was surprisingly OK (love them calculations, simple enough), followed by History I (which was, okay as well, even though I didn’t study for it, but I suppose I still remembered a bit what I studied last week), and finally Chem II. Which is when I discover those tips given by Julia were almost accurate, but the prob lies in me not remembering what I studied.

I thought I’d collapse today given my extremely rushed, tiring, hectic circumstances for the past few days. I had plenty of time during History I so I took the opportunity to sleep. Which felt great.

Forgot to mention this one tiny incident yesterday. Was cycling home after the heavy load of Add Maths exams in school, and my mind was dazed, semi-confused, tired, and was thinking of Add Maths. Road was pretty empty, and this auntie with two teenage daughters crossed the road suddenly.

As I was maintaining a rather fast and consistent speed, couldn’t brake in time. So I instinctly revved my handle bar up and let it knock into her instead (you know, all that Physics shit about reducing damage, pressure, and all; inertia? impulse force?). She looked surprised, instead of angry, but I suppose it’s partially her fault for not looking left and right before crossing. There goes the Government’s advice always played in radios and tellys.

Nothing special, just a tale of how I knocked into an auntie. Last time I did that was in Form 1, where after a minor incident involving my crush, was euphoric and rammed my tyres right into this fat girl from some other class. I think she was older.

Yeah, accidents involving less-than-desired people.

Also read in the papers today about a 40 year-old man marrying a 71 year-old granny. She looked frail in the pictures. And they’re Malaysians. wtf? Accuse me of being hypocritical about being open-minded for all you want, but marrying people that old is plain stupid and silly. The granny might just fall down dead after weeks of marriage.

Love is really blind. Too blinding.