I remembered the secondary school days,
the sound of last bell ring for the day.
Felt like 10kg worth of rocks thrown off my chest.
School dismissal time.
-Happy-

School kids happily chat in cliques,
playing a fool, walking on their grandfather's road.
I'm learning how to drive.
School dismissal time.
-shit, what a bitch-

Driving lessons always end so quickly,
I hardly even feel 2 hours ticking away.
It was as though i was just in the car for 30 minutes.

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An old lady, estimated to be 80plus years old,
weights a hell lot like stefanie sun, with a wrinkled smile.
Yet she's able to speak fluently in english, hokkien, canto, mandrin.
and push a near 40kg worth of old newspapers on a trolley.

She had difficulty controlling it down a slope,
I had to help.

As i watched her continue pushing the trolley at end
of the slope, I thought of my ah ma back in penang.

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I don't know who in SCL decided that students should
print their notes. But i know something. That person is
a bitch. I totally hate it. Plus CMS isn't really helping too.
and seriously CMS's so much more efficient after it's revamp.

Even the bookshop aunties was complaining how stupid it is,
when one by one of us come down printing the same damn
lecture notes. Besides the point that the bookshop auntie
has less money to earn. Why not the lecturers send a copy to
the bookshop, and they print for the whole cohort?

Oh yes, that's because they want us to make use of CMS?
Seriously.