Crammed like History text book. Clumsy like on-call surgeon. Exhausted like orange hue in the twilight. Boiling like melted metal in the furnace.
My summer school progress is going downhill. Everyday my soul grieves on the seconds wasted listening to incomprehensible lectures. These days it's hard to wear a smile, since my mornings start with mournings. My days have gone weary, sometimes I don't know where my bubbly me has drifted to. Even unconsciously I've grown wrinkles on my face, the effect of constant and immense frowns.
As I leave the Neverland from the break of dawn, Mr John's face visits my memory. And it stays permanent until his physique cord up in the lecture hall. Well clearly not much of a lecture hall, just another form of a more civilised, educative vicinity of a classroom. My heart thumps like a drifting car as I wait him stepping into the classroom. And once he steps in, my heart kinda crushed, it hurts so much! Another session of nodding and pretense.
Besides my dreary classes which mostly lacking break time, this place where I'm temporarily staying is like a school in the middle of indigenous people's region. I wonder if I'm held captive by these mindless folks, perhaps my life will be a lot more educative and funnier than this. At least my days are not accompanied with some chunky photocopied book or prodding the same alley everyday. At least my nights will be enlightened with bonfires and barbeques, and I canenjoy some raw smoked wild chickens or pigeons.
Suddenly my thoughts are wearing off everyday. I need some good doses of wonderful conversations with old time friends or motivating books.
Ah, where have me gone?
