My stomach has been uncomfortable all day. I shouldn't have eaten the sandwich I picked up from the roadside... but it was so delicious!
With genes that are full of loopholes, yet they operate seamlessly.
Collective and group are two different things.
Last night, I couldn't find my keys in the studio and almost ended up staying at the hostel upstairs at New Cross Inn. It was another moment of confusion. Luckily, when I dozed off at the library, I vaguely felt that I might have dropped them while swinging on the swing. So, with little hope, I went back to the park. Fortunately, the swing in the early morning was untouched, and my keys, lighter, and J's tobacco were all still there.
I remember a jerk on the bus asking me to show him my chest, and he even pointed a toy gun at me. At that time, I cursed him and ignored him, but J's friend, a girl, unexpectedly stood up for me. She was so cute! I couldn't help but hug her neck and kiss her head.
All the strange things that happen in a year happened yesterday, and what I'm writing here are the things that can be written. I remember feeling quite sad when I left in the afternoon. But when I got off the bus at the school gate, I saw a huge party happening there. It was Jamaica's Grounation Day, commemorating Haile Selassie's visit to Jamaica in 1966. It was crowded and filled with the smell of ganja, so I just went in and had fun. At that moment, I was speechless about myself, how happiness can come in an instant.
I won't write anymore, time to get to work.