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D: tired sia lah
Dec. 17th, 2006 02:30 amTired. I did overtime till 1am.
My feet are killing me, so much to the fact that I ignored whatever melding of trees, lights, roads, cars into a blur, outside my taxi window.
A mere bagatelle, that one.
But yes, I got into the cab, sunk into the pleather seats and just stared at my feet.
My podders, my jiao, my twinkle toes, onkeybats or whatever you call them in whatever part of the world you come from.
Then again, my feet were encased in shoes. So much for staring at them.
While I was clearing up the calendars and doing General Recovery (what wondrous names humans have concocted for simple procedures such as organizing the place) I was slightly appalled at the extent of messiness people can endure.
I'm messy, no doubt about that. Take a look at my room(hiiii guys, this is SO not an invitation) and you can tell that I live in the post-1945 destruction and chaos. Yet, the sheer disorganization, the piles of books just carelessly laid around is just inconsiderate. Not for us who work to put them back, but for other people who want to look for these books.
Perhaps this is biased because I'm a book-lover.
Perhaps this is biased because I'm half-asleep and my hands are typing by themselves.
If we humans can't even keep a bookstore in order everyday, how the FUCK are we going to keep our lives in order? This directly parallels, this is a microcosm of society.
We are what are bookstore is.
My feet are killing me, so much to the fact that I ignored whatever melding of trees, lights, roads, cars into a blur, outside my taxi window.
A mere bagatelle, that one.
But yes, I got into the cab, sunk into the pleather seats and just stared at my feet.
My podders, my jiao, my twinkle toes, onkeybats or whatever you call them in whatever part of the world you come from.
Then again, my feet were encased in shoes. So much for staring at them.
While I was clearing up the calendars and doing General Recovery (what wondrous names humans have concocted for simple procedures such as organizing the place) I was slightly appalled at the extent of messiness people can endure.
I'm messy, no doubt about that. Take a look at my room
Perhaps this is biased because I'm a book-lover.
Perhaps this is biased because I'm half-asleep and my hands are typing by themselves.
If we humans can't even keep a bookstore in order everyday, how the FUCK are we going to keep our lives in order? This directly parallels, this is a microcosm of society.
We are what are bookstore is.
