Holloa!!! I am finally going to start writing blogzzz, well I guess I will have to start with an introduction about myself.
*ahem* Hi, my fellow bloggers, my name is Lion Yang, I go to University of Auckland and is currently studying Law and Commerce. I like play le piano and playz le video gamez all day long, except for when I am busy learning to improve me grammar. I write poems occasionally when inspiration strikes, which is not very often nowadays :/ Cant be stuffed to list everything now, why don't I tell you about my day?
It's too damn hot today, too hot for a newborn spring. By 4:05 I felt like stripping naked on Queen Street, and this is what had happened. My bus is scheduled to arrive in Albert Street at 4:05pm, and just like the timely bus arrival, my last lecture actually finished on time today, at 4:00pm rather than the usual 30 mins early dismissal. Unaware of the time and accustomed to the usual laxation, I was wallowing my way through the campus, just like a fat hippo (I like fat hippos btw, they da cute). Anyway, it wasn't until the four o'clock chime that struck the alarm in my head. Having realised that I have just entered Albert Park (which is like right next to the campus and really farrrrrrrrr from the bus stop), I figured that I only have probably about 4 mins to get to the bus stop. I laid two options before me, either to immediately execute a non-stop sprint that would push myself to the life's edge or waste 35mins of my life in this temporal world waiting for the next bus having to live with the regret that I could have at least tried to save those minutes. Then my friends, the choice became a simple one. I tucked away my wallet, tied my shoelaces, strapped my bag, checked my txts and before you know it, I was dashing my way across the park.
"Damn why did I bring my laptop today,' I thought, 'thank you Toshiba and your anaesthetically fat laptops, why you no be iPad??' As I was cutting my ways across the park, trampling numerous poor grass plots, catching the glances of curious strollers in the process, I felt free!!! The intensity of the body-aches, the pressing time and the damn heavy brick on my back felt ecstatic. It had been ages since my body was so pushed and trialled.
I exited the park, and continued dashing across the now filled pedestrian. 'Ahh... downhill, just the way i like it.' I took this opportunity to quickly check out my hair in front of the shop window. As I approached the bottom of the street I saw the oncoming traffic light. Judging by the amount of people accumulated at the stop , surely it must be green soon, so I dismissed the potential threat. Luckily when I got to the stop, the light turned green, but I didn't slow to a pace just like everyone else. Not yet anyway, I am almost there, and there's nothing to stop me, except for a bloody 200m sharp rise. "why!!! Why NZ!!! Why you so hilly!!!" But that's the way nature works, you had your downhill, now suck it up and man up. As I climbed to the top I saw the bus sitting at the stop across the street, 'ahh good at least it hasn't left yet, wait...but that means I'm not early either!!!!' Hoping that the bus driver is taking a nap or something, I anxiously looked at the traffic light between me and my salvation; the red dude is taking forever to change, but screw that!! bus is taking off!!!! I have came so close to achieve it, and I ain't letting it go now. I will put my body in front of the bus if I have to and putting my body in front of the bus is what I did. I jaywalked across the busy city street... like a jay and held out my hand to signal the bus driver to press the bloody brake. As the bus halted and the door opened, I felt triumphant, even though I am puffing my heart out as I fumbled through my bag for my wallet, I was smiling. I wasn't smiling because the driver made a joke about my exhausted state, but because I knew that my effort wasn't in vain, that I had succeeded. I glanced at the clock, 4:05. For once, I preferred the bus to be late.