Don't leave me high.
Don't leave me dry.
The Chinese classroom is a time warp zone where everything moves in slow-motion upon entrance. The teacher emits sleeping gas as she speaks, and if you look hard enough, you might even spot floating sandcastles.
Today The man woke up a little late (at 7), left the house at 7.20 and managed to reach school before the bell rang. (i have no idea how i pulled that off) But unfortunately, the day didn't end off as awesomely as it started.
I've developed a new kind of phobia. (more like the relapse of an old one) Its the abruptleaveationophobia. I don't think I'd have the balls to stare down the throat of another one of those
again. It's ineffable. Sucks as hell isn't even close. In every possible way.
I do not get goodbyes. What is so good about saying "bye"? It should be more like bad (thisissofreakinsadwhenthehellamievergonnaseeyouagain) bye. Good lord, I should stop lamenting and start packing.
I'll be leaving for a rugby tour to K.L from tomorrow to Sunday. Catch ya'll when I get back.