:: blame it on the weatherman ::
My friends know I like to carry big bags.
Interestingly, fr the first time I was stopped by the MRT security personnel for a quick bag check.
Do I really look like someone who carries weapons and bombs?
I think she was pretty shocked to see a stack of notes and 4 educational books in my bag.
Yeah I know, I looked more like a delinquent than an educator.
It poured heavily when I was on the way to meet the man.
Even though I prefer big bags, Im not much of an umbrella person.
So I got stuck. Luckily Giordano has a rainy day special. Umbrellas were sold at half price.
Not wanting to trouble the man (I have this thing about him picking me up only when necessary or if theres an emergency like I fainted along the pathway or something), I decided to take a walk in the rain with my new umbrella.
God knows how I find pleasure just by walking in the rain. Its weird. I know.
Just when I was about to start walking, I saw this pitiful-looking Indian lady without an umbrella and from experience I know its sucky to wait for the rain to stop.
Oh well, because I had occasions when people offer to share with me their umbrellas, I thought why not ask this lady to share my umbrella.
So we did share an umbrella. Its big enough for two.
Though the strange part is she asked me to keep her wallet.
And while we were walking, she carelessly put her arm around my shoulder (I think she fear falling).
Then I had second thoughts. This woman could be a murderer for all I know.
But its too late to leave her.
So we continued walking with my heart thumping and my mind thinking whats the worst thing that can happen to me - she tried to strike a conversation.
Its like lost in translation. But we managed.
And parted.
Its a stupid entry, I know.
But its my term break and I just realised I had tons of work to do.
My to-do list includes:
one 50pge novel.
one 2000word research paper.
one 4000word literature essay.
one sosiolinguistic presentation
one literature lesson plan.
This is the reason I dont have much of to-do lists. It scares and stresses me.
Damn.
My friends know I like to carry big bags.
Interestingly, fr the first time I was stopped by the MRT security personnel for a quick bag check.
Do I really look like someone who carries weapons and bombs?
I think she was pretty shocked to see a stack of notes and 4 educational books in my bag.
Yeah I know, I looked more like a delinquent than an educator.
It poured heavily when I was on the way to meet the man.
Even though I prefer big bags, Im not much of an umbrella person.
So I got stuck. Luckily Giordano has a rainy day special. Umbrellas were sold at half price.
Not wanting to trouble the man (I have this thing about him picking me up only when necessary or if theres an emergency like I fainted along the pathway or something), I decided to take a walk in the rain with my new umbrella.
God knows how I find pleasure just by walking in the rain. Its weird. I know.
Just when I was about to start walking, I saw this pitiful-looking Indian lady without an umbrella and from experience I know its sucky to wait for the rain to stop.
Oh well, because I had occasions when people offer to share with me their umbrellas, I thought why not ask this lady to share my umbrella.
So we did share an umbrella. Its big enough for two.
Though the strange part is she asked me to keep her wallet.
And while we were walking, she carelessly put her arm around my shoulder (I think she fear falling).
Then I had second thoughts. This woman could be a murderer for all I know.
But its too late to leave her.
So we continued walking with my heart thumping and my mind thinking whats the worst thing that can happen to me - she tried to strike a conversation.
Its like lost in translation. But we managed.
And parted.
Its a stupid entry, I know.
But its my term break and I just realised I had tons of work to do.
My to-do list includes:
one 50pge novel.
one 2000word research paper.
one 4000word literature essay.
one sosiolinguistic presentation
one literature lesson plan.
This is the reason I dont have much of to-do lists. It scares and stresses me.
Damn.
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