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On my way to Christopher's place today, I was observing the people on the MRT train. There was a cute baby, a cute little gal and a cute boy. It was nice watching them. The boy looks the sort that should already be in his lower secondary school. Although his mum was dragging him by the arm and giving firm instructions to where he should sit, he cuts the figure of a happy kid with a nice little cap.

He looks happy until he sounded his first cry for no particular reason. He kept looking at the screen above me. He pointed at it, he sounded his cry again. It then occured to me that he is a mentally challenged child. I felt so sad. Then I felt pity for his mum. Then I felt anger and anger is a pretty tame word to describe my feeling. Life is so damn unfair. Wtf man.

The day didn't get better. I missed my stop while observing them and had to make Chris wait for another 10 minutes or so.

The Hall Production was about to start and I was there in time. Well, at least in time to see my speedboat race away into the horizon. It became a speck. And then it vanished. I guess Eng Kiat was right. And Wilson too. I had waited again.

After the show, I saw an old man lying on the floor outside NAFA. He was sleeping. Or he was trying to sleep. Or he was trying to close his eyes to escape the world. I wondered what made him sleep there. I wondered if I would be like that in future.

I hate the way how we cannot control our fates. Damned life. Life gives you shit, you eat shit.

I have a quiz tomorrow that I haven't studied for. I wonder how I'm gonna cope the rest of the night.

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