Head

While approaching a backwards facing seat on the bus today, I knocked my head against the ceiling of the bus.

The guy sitting opposite me smiled at me after I said rather loudly, a very annoyed ouch. I think he was stifling his laughter.

You have no idea how often I bang my head against the extremely low ceilings on buses. I knocked my head against the ceiling at least once every day back in Korea. And pei would proceed to comment "see lah so tall for what".

But. I am not tall.

I suppose my head is just extremely excited to meet a new bus ceiling. Sigh. My head relationship with bus ceilings is exactly like how preston is with incoming bicycles/cyclists. Why like that.

Prelims are coming up too. Sigh, stress stress here I come. Library, library here I come too.

I've only bought a top and a pair of shoes for this cny. But so many damn places to go. How now brown cow.

Going to bugis less than a week away from cny is an extremely daunting thought. The crowd is going to be insane.

I am aware that this is an extremely pointless post.



Sigh.