I hate waiting. Waiting is the next worst thing to having constipation.
Waiting sucks my energy dry & makes me just wanna die. (Hey the last two phrases rhymed?)

When I was in primary 3, mummy implored me to wait outside the school gate for her to pick me up. I obeyed. I don’t hate the school gate because that’s the place all the school kids are supposed to wait but I hate the process of waiting itself. I hate it that I have to stand at a particular place but cannot do anything productive. & Because every kids has their curfew, I didn’t really have anyone to keep me company. I hate it particularly when I see other kids leaving before me & I was left alone feeling unwanted & forgotten.

Don’t anyone tell me that waiting can be a fun process if only I learn to find beauty that surrounds me. I have been in that school long enough, I know better. There are no green grass to smell, no butterflies to catch, & no fresh air to gasp. There are however vandalisms, trash all over & lots of pollution. It’s haunting me, these memories *shudders*

As of now, I’m waiting for something which I’m not about to reveal what it is yet. Although this kind of waiting is entirely different from what I just ranted, still, it doesn’t change the fact that I hate waiting!