I want to lead the JC life. More brothers than boyfriends. And it's strange how much of all the JC girls I see - they are well fit. Or pretty. And have nice voices.
If I had a life that I could mold, I would want to go to SCGS for primary and secondary education, ACJC for junior college, subsequently NUS for a Mass Comm degree. Yeah right.
I went neighbourhood schools all the way and despite knowing top PSLE students - I'm nowhere near as hardworking as them.
Looking at them with resistance and tolerance levels to toil and strive for years - it does stress me to do better. I never quite was the studying kid. I just needed shitloads of practice - and my body would succumb to routine - and to me routines are just one key to perfection.
Fucking education. I wish I was P1, scoring 90's for every subject. When everything just was number bonds and addition. "But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair." Agreed.
I don't want to be perfect in every aspect - I'd rather gain experience. I want to have the gift of time management, and the ability to speak normally, because my stuttering and stammering have made an encore.
I walk down a lonely road of stray stones alongside lives unknown
We walk with our hands in our pockets
Denim jeans slashed at the knees
Acid washed shirts that smell of grease
Hair in a mess, each strand - an individual trapeze
Our flip flops of faded colours and strained with dirt
We remain looking at the concrete solid grounds
Kicking at concrete solid stones
We are the rebels
We are the rebels