a story.

here’s a story.

there was a guy who loved to played guitar.
he was traveling to school one rainy morning, carrying his guitar.
his class was at 8.20am, so he left house at 7.45am.
in the end, he reached the classroom at 9am.
why so?

because the mrt was delayed and jammed by people,
and the staff was not doing anything about it.

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Me.

And it all ends with a beginning.

What’s with.

And you ponder about alot of things.
And you ponder why you go so far.
And you ponder about this world.
And you ponder about why.
And you ponder about how.
And you ponder about yourself.
And you ponder about .. all.