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spiderpigAGH. WHAT THE F- IS WRONG WITH ME EH?
WHY AM I SPEAKING LIKE THIS EH?
It's the situation where you don't want to click and read anymore, but you still do. FOR AN HOUR. >_<
But yes, this is completely random but I do not understand where my bras have all gone. (As Ellyne would say, "thanks for the information~~") On a more serious note, this is an important mystery for me to uncover! I thought they were all in the wash, but for A WEEK? Someone has been pilfering very horrible and old bras. :\
While at this same period of time a year, and two years ago, I was whining about the incessant band practices, I am now sitting (very literally) in an ironic position. What brings me to this topic? I met Sir and Marc, hurrah for fellow librarians, at Borders on Saturday. I think it was Saturday. Or maybe it was even yesterday. I am disgressing, the fact is that I met them and well, I miss band so much. I don't mind taking back the late practices, the insanely long hours of standing to practice ensemble pieces, crying because I can't get the part right, obsessing over the messy library of scores - I take them all back. I miss griping and complaining about music, about people, about the stress and how I can't study for tomorrow's history test because of fucking band. I want it all back and damn it Zahid get your ass down and give Brother Paul a proposal he can't reject!! Then I can go back.
Go back.
I have to report to work soon. Soon is beginning to be relative to me. It has expanded from half an hour to an hour to now, even four hours on. I'm trying to look on the bright side of things, like how there are nice people there who definitely make my day better and how (as everyone seems to emphasise) I am surrounded by books.I object though, I'd much rather be surrounded by books in a library. Seriously, the extent of being surrounding of books begins to get to me. Books belong on shelves, on tables, in hands, but not on the floor.
While I might not exactly take the best care of my books (I leave them open, spine all crumpled etcetc), I always take care of other people's books. Why can't people get it? You can read all the books, but jolly well treat them well if they aren't yours! People complain of our books being in bad condition but turn their backs and almost immediately damage a book themselves. Like what the? Hypocrisy to the limit.
I spent around an hour or so catching up with Sim on the phone. Before she called, I realized that despite our years of friendship, we've never really talked on the phone much. We've been more of a meet-in-person, sms-like-crazy, MSN messenger like there's no tomorrow kind.
(That last sentence so did not make sense.)
But yeah, we talked, we gossipped, we whined. And I thought, it's a fucking pity she can't go to Japan with me.
I admit, I'm apprehensive about going by myself. I can always take up my cousin's offer but... I don't know. If I'm required to stay all of three weeks - I can't possibly do that as much as I'd like to.
Anyway, lunch. The carbon-blocker my mum gave me should be doing its stuff by now.
WHY AM I SPEAKING LIKE THIS EH?
It's the situation where you don't want to click and read anymore, but you still do. FOR AN HOUR. >_<
But yes, this is completely random but I do not understand where my bras have all gone. (As Ellyne would say, "thanks for the information~~") On a more serious note, this is an important mystery for me to uncover! I thought they were all in the wash, but for A WEEK? Someone has been pilfering very horrible and old bras. :\
While at this same period of time a year, and two years ago, I was whining about the incessant band practices, I am now sitting (very literally) in an ironic position. What brings me to this topic? I met Sir and Marc, hurrah for fellow librarians, at Borders on Saturday. I think it was Saturday. Or maybe it was even yesterday. I am disgressing, the fact is that I met them and well, I miss band so much. I don't mind taking back the late practices, the insanely long hours of standing to practice ensemble pieces, crying because I can't get the part right, obsessing over the messy library of scores - I take them all back. I miss griping and complaining about music, about people, about the stress and how I can't study for tomorrow's history test because of fucking band. I want it all back and damn it Zahid get your ass down and give Brother Paul a proposal he can't reject!! Then I can go back.
Go back.
I have to report to work soon. Soon is beginning to be relative to me. It has expanded from half an hour to an hour to now, even four hours on. I'm trying to look on the bright side of things, like how there are nice people there who definitely make my day better and how (as everyone seems to emphasise) I am surrounded by books.
While I might not exactly take the best care of my books (I leave them open, spine all crumpled etcetc), I always take care of other people's books. Why can't people get it? You can read all the books, but jolly well treat them well if they aren't yours! People complain of our books being in bad condition but turn their backs and almost immediately damage a book themselves. Like what the? Hypocrisy to the limit.
I spent around an hour or so catching up with Sim on the phone. Before she called, I realized that despite our years of friendship, we've never really talked on the phone much. We've been more of a meet-in-person, sms-like-crazy, MSN messenger like there's no tomorrow kind.
(That last sentence so did not make sense.)
But yeah, we talked, we gossipped, we whined. And I thought, it's a fucking pity she can't go to Japan with me.
I admit, I'm apprehensive about going by myself. I can always take up my cousin's offer but... I don't know. If I'm required to stay all of three weeks - I can't possibly do that as much as I'd like to.
Anyway, lunch. The carbon-blocker my mum gave me should be doing its stuff by now.
