My stomach has been uncomfortable all day. I shouldn't have eaten the sandwich I picked up on the side of the road... It was so delicious!
Genes that are full of loopholes but operate seamlessly.
Collective and group are two different things.
Last night, I couldn't find my keys when I returned to the studio. I almost went to stay at the hostel upstairs at New Cross Inn. It was another moment of confusion. Fortunately, while dozing off in 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 to look for them. As a result, the swing in the early morning had not been occupied, and the keys, lighter, and J's tobacco were all still intact in the swing.
I remember once on the bus, a jerk asked me to show him my chest and pointed a toy gun at me. At that time, I cursed him and ignored him, but J's friend, a girl, actually stood up for me. She was so cute! I couldn't help but hook my arm around her neck and kiss her on the head.
All the strange things that happened in a year happened yesterday. What I write 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 going on, 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 went in and had fun, feeling happy. At that moment, I was quite speechless about myself, how happiness can come in an instant.
I won't write anymore, I'm going to work.