the american way

Everyone knows how independant they are. Now it's my turn. NS life wasn't really independant. At least, there were people around and we did things together. Now I am all alone! I feel like the castaway fedex guy on an island. But he had a ball named Wilson. I have nothing and I don't intend to name anything some cheesy name.

I am a social creature. It just feels weird not to have anyone to talk to. I figured the man selling duck rice wouldn't want to talk to me. So I didn't bother. The people in the park are either too young or too old. The child playing the swing might cry after I say a few words. Then the parent will come round the corner with a couple of policemen. By the way, there is a police post nearby. This place has everything man! They should add a fire station as well. Anyway, the old man sitting at the void deck staring at the ceiling would just ignore everything I say. After all, I'm only a 15 yr-old kid to everyone. Generation gap is no good. So who else can I talk to. Everyone is busy preparing for exams. Then an idea hit me. I can talk to my blog. So here I am.

It just feels great to strike a day off my study time-table!