Why Me
You wake up and discover you're late for school/work/meeting foong, ky or any IS guy.
You skip your breakfast/brunch/dammit it could even be dinner.
You arrive and everyone gives you the why-the-fug-are-you-late-AGAIN face.
You're hungry and can't pay attention to what's going on, leaving you to be known as the guy who ignores everybody and is stoning his ass off.
You finally get the chance to eat and you end up stuffing so much down your throat you could probably get a job as a pornstar.
You overeat, groan miserably and know that you've only got yourself to blame.
You get through the rest of the day miserably and want to get home asap, but there's a million people at the taxi queue while the taxi uncles seem to be drinking kopi at some random kopitiam far far away from your location.
The bus arrives after what seems like forever, but it doesn't even slow down and in fact speeds off 'cause the uncle didn't see your pathetic excuse for a hand or he just didn't like your even more pathetic excuse for a face.
You get to experience that unique dimension of time known as longer-than-forever before the next bus arrives and you finally get your sorry ass on the bus.
You can't get a seat 'cause almost every seat is occupied by somebody. Like Miss Grocery Bag who deserves that seat way more than you by account of being perpetually sexually abused by that pervertic Clinton-wannabe aunty who can't stop stuffing her with weird stuff like cabbages and oranges. And eating them afterwards.
The ones that aren't occupied are always on the inside with several Gandalf-fanatics sitting on the outside adopting defensive postures such as the Sleeping-or-pretending-to-be. You can almost hear them scream, "You Shall Not Pass!!"
You're so tired and bloated that you space out for a while and end up missing your stop, finally reaching home after trekking through Mt Everest, the Sahara Desert and possibly Siberia. No one bus stop ever seemed so far away from another before.
You take a bath and cry like a baby after getting shampoo in your eyes. You look in the mirror with bunny-red eyes and ask :
"Why meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee????"
Shit happens, my friend, Shit happens.
And when shit happens, I wish I was a kitty cat.
Not just any kitty cat but THIS kitty cat.
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What I'd give to be this kitty.
You skip your breakfast/brunch/dammit it could even be dinner.
You arrive and everyone gives you the why-the-fug-are-you-late-AGAIN face.
You're hungry and can't pay attention to what's going on, leaving you to be known as the guy who ignores everybody and is stoning his ass off.
You finally get the chance to eat and you end up stuffing so much down your throat you could probably get a job as a pornstar.
You overeat, groan miserably and know that you've only got yourself to blame.
You get through the rest of the day miserably and want to get home asap, but there's a million people at the taxi queue while the taxi uncles seem to be drinking kopi at some random kopitiam far far away from your location.
The bus arrives after what seems like forever, but it doesn't even slow down and in fact speeds off 'cause the uncle didn't see your pathetic excuse for a hand or he just didn't like your even more pathetic excuse for a face.
You get to experience that unique dimension of time known as longer-than-forever before the next bus arrives and you finally get your sorry ass on the bus.
You can't get a seat 'cause almost every seat is occupied by somebody. Like Miss Grocery Bag who deserves that seat way more than you by account of being perpetually sexually abused by that pervertic Clinton-wannabe aunty who can't stop stuffing her with weird stuff like cabbages and oranges. And eating them afterwards.
The ones that aren't occupied are always on the inside with several Gandalf-fanatics sitting on the outside adopting defensive postures such as the Sleeping-or-pretending-to-be. You can almost hear them scream, "You Shall Not Pass!!"
You're so tired and bloated that you space out for a while and end up missing your stop, finally reaching home after trekking through Mt Everest, the Sahara Desert and possibly Siberia. No one bus stop ever seemed so far away from another before.
You take a bath and cry like a baby after getting shampoo in your eyes. You look in the mirror with bunny-red eyes and ask :
"Why meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee????"
Shit happens, my friend, Shit happens.
And when shit happens, I wish I was a kitty cat.
Not just any kitty cat but THIS kitty cat.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
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.
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What I'd give to be this kitty.
