You are the one

Friday 13th was an extremely bad day for me ): in the morning, was supposed to meet clique in school at 1030 so I went out of the house at 940 reached the bustop at 945 but guess what the bloody bus only came at 1015. But the trauma did not end here. When the bus reached somewhere I saw 2 61 zoomed passed me and I felt frustrated (which I should not) when the bus had to stop to pick/drop passengers. I swore the entire trauma nearly drove me to tears nevertheless when I reached school clique was still there waiting for me thanks people. Luckily the whole DiD experience make up for it :) it was really awesome and I have a deeper understanding of how a blind has to cope with his/her daily life now. Guide william was v nice to us too. But who knows the real trauma happened at night 8/ I feel like I did something which I should not have done it. When I reached home I felt so depressed about it that tears start rolling down my cheeks. I do not want to think about this anymore so let bygones be bygones. I promise to be better the next time :) or at least I will try. On the happier note, I attended school diligently for the past 4 weeks and now is left with 4 more + 1 attachment day to go. Hooray! Breathing cold air soon, soon enough I hope.

We behaved as if we are some tourists.
But who cares there aren’t much people around anyway.

Stupid dumb best you make it to my blog again (hahaha!)
Stop complaining and stop dipping your bread into my soup without permission.