Where is this bus going? I know, it'll take me to the workshop.
Oops, I'd better stare blank to pretend that I'm paying attention to the supervisor.
I know my parents are not rich. That's why they ask me to manually put all 36,728 bolts and nuts together. In one morning.
And to take home all the plastics containers that others have left behind. In one go.
My reward? A trip down the MTR station.
And a seat next to the glass, which is so slippery that I have a hard time hanging on.
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