I steer for stronger winds

Waking up early (I mean reeeaaaally early) especially when the sun wasn't even ready to sprinkle its golden spike and steal the mysterious lust of the moon from,well..I don't know where the sentence is going due to my chronic lack of rest, but my point is, if it's not exam day, then dragging your body out of the warm bed is completely poisonous.
It's destructive to your immune system, I think.

We had to meet up with Standard one kids at 8am, to educate them a little something about teeth.
Yes that's what we do, not only do we need knowledge to analyze the severity and progression of your carious teeth, flawless skill to correct whatever problem it is with your smile, it's mandatory that we need to be able to control challenging kids, not to mention a whole new level of pretentious high EQ because God forbid us, dental service providers to show any other emotions except happiness.

We have to exude the charm and integrity of a bubbly angel like we freaking won the title of Mr/Miss Universe and smile to a whole crowd of imaginary fans. We are the definition of "whole package".
Wait a minute, this entry is going into a wrong direction, it wasn't supposed to be whiny. Damn it where is my pretentious high EQ!

1,2,3.-smile-

I wore my pink shirt, to warm up my cold deadpan face and got my Burberry Brit on, because I left my charm in my unfinished dream, have to borrow some from external accessory.

In the school, I saw him, right at the back of the Standard one classroom, all by himself, completely separated from the rest of his classmates. I walked slowly towards him and sat next to him quietly, because this small boy was me many years ago, the socially awkward, out cast boy.
We didn't make any conversation, because back in the old days, I wouldn't exchange a word if some guy just randomly sat beside me and tried to be friendly.

I used to combine 3 chairs together when 2 of my classmates who sat beside me happened to go to the toilet at the same time, I dumped their bags on the floor and slept on my new "bed" in the middle of the lecture, and refused to return their chairs when they came back, "because I'm tired I need to sleep", this was my answer when the teacher interfered with my little crisis.

Sometimes I just picked up my bag and somehow escaped the security guards and walked back home during lunch time. Under the big red sun, my puffy cheek was so blushed but I still carefully folded my hanky behind my neck because I didn't want the sweats to stain the collar. It was a half an hour journey but I was fearless.

Over the years, I've changed, a little bit more sociable. But deep down I know the same old me is still alive somewhere, nobody can eradicate that awkward part completely.
I wonder, have I really changed? Or am I simply getting used to the pretending and finally join the game?

And that’s the problem: We get so caught up in the rules of the game and conforming to other people’s expectations of how we should behave.
We forget to let ourselves just be. We forget to kick back and enjoy the little things about growing that make it great.

Every now and then I cogitate about the way I turn out to be, probably a little too judgmental and cynical, but it's the fact that how I read the world in my own word makes me feel like a balloon that was cut free and floating, skimming against the ceiling of a closed-in room, I could only feel loneliness in an abstract and detached way.

YESSSSSS I managed to put the tiny him on my lap without him struggling off or roll on the floor, and taught him how to brush his teeth the correct way. Kid, you will turn out just fine, you will reach the destination just like the others, may be a different route, but you will surely be there.