Another 12-hour shift...
Ok, ok i'm not going to groan about how unlucky i am or "pity me!" or anything like that, it's just i'm not used to this shift thing.

Spent around 10 hours sitting in the classroom and more than 2 hours on the bus, i thought my ass was going to crack or stuck with the chair like forever. Haha it was damn uncomfortable as i kept wriggling all the time, the school should have made it more comfortable and soft for our own good, really!

The traffic was kinda messy... again! It was a chaos ! Motorbikes everywhere, cars everywhere, people crowded the street like billions of ants crawling on the small path. Everyone rushed and rushed, and i went mad and depressed. I don't wanna live this life, life in this city, i thought i wanted to live in somewhere else as japan or canada or england or germany or new zealand or sweden or america... but then i realized there's no safe place in this whole world( isn't it?), i'm afraid i could got killed by terrorism anytime. Maybe i'd better live in small towns or in the mountain, i mean to lead a quiet life which i do what i want and there're not too many people rushing.
I missed him through the way home, and i kept thinking stupidly about them together or them going out blah blah...
Felt ill at ease...

When i got home i changed immediately, and had dinner.
Then watched Oscar for a while, best animated short film, best art direction, best sound editing blah blah blah. After half an hour or so i became numb and went straight into bed. It was a good sleep. To me a good sleep happens when you're worn out and feel like lying on the bed for the rest of the time.

Woke up at 23.24 as i heard the phone (it was his text) and realized how late it was then.
He wasn't there anymore. What a bad luck!


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