Today on the train I was thinking about how I'm still in JC while friends are waiting to start university.

You know... wait, you probably don't. Unless you have U-turned/retained too.

Anyway, what I was thinking is that staying back a year is like stepping out of the train before reaching the destination, sitting on the platform for a few minutes which seems to be like years, and then boarding the next train.

It really is a draining disappointment.

I can always catch the next train, but never the previous one which i had alighted from.

In the next train, 90% of the passengers are wearing green, but my shirt is red.

Then at each station, the doors open people on the platform gasps, peering into you expecting some sort of explanation. Someone politely asks why am I here.

"I... really didn't want to have missed the previous train, but the train was accelerating far too much and I had to alight before my eardrums burst. Sometimes I miss the people on that train. I may even miss the train itself." And the train says "Door Closing" like a polite warning.

Feeble consolations. Awkwardness. You only experience it once when you ask this one time. Do you know how many times I had to explain why I ain't on the previous train?

Perhaps I would come to realise that in reality, it wouldn't matter which train am I on since all trains pass through all stations.

But the trains are still moving and the passengers aren't alighting.