Thursday, August 24, 2006
It was a normal school day that fell on a thursday, met ma bro in the morning at the 81 bus stop, as we address it, waiting in anticipation for the bus known as 359. Gosh! it takes yonks to arrive at the 81 bus stop, and it would cause a 3 hour reflection in school if we were late. but we thought of an alternative instead, either 81, 53, 39 or 109. But the former 3 are perpetually late, that leaves us with only 109. Thats how we save our ass from the 3 hour time 'waster'. Anyway, many indelible events happened this afternoon. fights it was, and i just can't understand why people have to resort to violence. Immatured the adults would describe these bunch of pesky teenagers, gathering at a certain location and catapulting insults at one another. In lame man terms ' still small'. well, in the end, everything was solve with a simple hand shake. ironic it may sound, that was how it ended. Thats the end of a thursday, where individuals journey home with hatred. what's the use. Sad innit.
written at 10:25 PM
