drops of jupiter

::A critic is a gong at a railroad crossing clanging loudly and vainly as the train goes by.::

i wonder if i can make it?

will i make it?

- it doesn't come often, you know.

but, i don't know if i can catch it. it's still kinda far.

- you can make it! c'mon, it's right in front of you!

no, i don't think i can.

- yes you can. run faster!

i can't! i'm slow, remember?

- .. but what if you missed it? are you sure there'll be others coming? besides, who's judging?

i'm gasping for air as we speak.

- doesn't matter... go for it! see, you're halfway there already.

maybe i should just chill out. wait for the next one to come.

- nooo! then what's the point of struggling if you know you can catch it later? it might cost you your future. you don't want that, do you?

future? what does it have to do with what i'm doing here?

- everything, dammit! now run as it was your last run!

..yeah. i can't let my future be ruined for just one stupid mishap.

- now that's the spirit. you know you can make it.

it's just... tiring. having to do this every single day.

- that's what we called life.

okay, whatever. here goes nothing...

ktak ktak ktak ktak ktak ktak ktak.

i made it! woohoo!

"tuan-tuan dan puan-puan, pintu akan ditutup sebentar sahaja lagi."

you know, it's not the struggling that i despise. it's the looks i get fr other people. sometimes make me shudder.

- who cares about them. it's YOU that matters.

you're right. I decide.


ok chiow.