That was the quote on Mark's tee. I love witty quotes like that. I came across a person wearing a shirt that says "I'm a virgin. This is an old shirt." My immediate reaction was Right. Whatever. It reflects badly on the person, in my opinion.
I have no idea why I'm ranting about shirts, and yes I'm aware that I haven't posted a proper post in ages. So here goes substance, hopefully:
BOOKS: I'm sad to say that I have come to a point where time never justifies light-hearted reads. You'll catch me stealing moments on the bus, during breaks but gone or rather, leaving are the Sunday afternoons of lazing in bed. That's why I have George Orwell's 1984, Arundhati Roy's Listening to Grasshoppers: Field Notes on Democracy and this year's Literature texts looking quite threatening in ramrod positions on my pristine white bookshelf. Yeah sure, I had the chick lit phase in Primary 5, but a few years after that it was the race to the adult section for me whenever I entered the library. The smells of baked bread and coffee greet me when I enter Marine Parade Library. Lovely.
SHOES: I'm almost done. Kudos to Joy for the fabric paint. But I have to work on it sneakily because Mum claims that I should be getting more serious and concerned about school.
SCHOOL: We're having a leadership course for 3 whole weeks - Inv!gorate - 2 days which leaves about 11 days. It's not all that bad, and I don't get why people hate it to the core. In all honesty and without personal attacks, I think our cohort was never mature enough to handle things beyond superficial level. In other words, we just want to have fun. I'm sure the camp could have been better, the games more direct, but for now, there are still lessons to be learnt.
Idon'twannadochineseagainplease.
In the spur of a rather 'bimbo' moment, I'm going to state something irrelevant that will be shot off to blogosphere. My mum just bought me a pair of wedges. Height, here I come!
Time is calling me again.
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