No.

No rest for the wicked. No counting down the days till the weekend. No moaning on hump- days Wednesday. Ground hog day appears once more. The time goes by as fast as the buses. Punctuality was never introduced. Personal space is only existent in one's brain. Silence; just a fairytale. Pollution makes the sun set red and a blue sky grey. A child aimless and lonely wandering Mayhem Street West is as per usual. A white Tommy Hilfiger sweatshirt was a naive investment. Being charged triple for everything because my skin is white seems only fair. A bruised eye on a female is domestic. Food past the expiry date will be more reliable than those samosas.