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Only fools suffer fools gladly. (Tuesday, November 24, 2009)
Nothing much to say about yesterday’s dance. It was interestingly different, as usual. But that is of course, a glaringly obvious oxymoron. I decided to start reading again; I hadn’t done so in ages. During the HP interview I was asked what books I had read recently and I had to search for an answer because I obviously couldn’t say To Kill a Mockingbird. So I lied and said Hannibal, which I attempted to read but I literally fell asleep reading it; twice. (It’s okay to expose my lie now, I’m not in HP.) I also doubted the educational value of Gossip Girl so I did make an effort to venture into the adult section of the library. I normally don’t like bright colours but I literally do judge books by their covers. I come to the conclusion that the adult section is a drab, dreary place. Anyway, I like English books that were translated from Asian languages, just because. So I got adult books for the very first time. I read some on the bus yesterday. It reminded me of the over-the-top, totally outrageous descriptions teachers tried to make us write in primary school compositions (very good for vocabulary!). It was surprisingly captivating, though. This makes me sound either like a nerd/bookworm or some sub-breed of papayas with pinkish hues. (I know this is seemingly random or abstract but it’s not. It’s a result of communication, emotion and Anyway, I might end up ‘embracing’ 313 like I did for 206. I didn’t quite like 106/206 at first. I now think it’s a nice, stable class to be in. There are no extremities in 206, which is a good thing, if you get what I mean. I like routine and stability, because I’m boring/insipid/whatever you want to call me. I’ll miss 206. This is probably the most melodramatic thing you will ever hear me say in a serious/sincere tone because I have a hard time professing love for anything, even CCA or whatnot. I rarely miss stuff, so perhaps I have grown to be rather attached to 206 after all. I’m not going to elaborate further, because expressing these kinds of thoughts feel weird. This is coming from a person that feels uneasy when watching movie scenes of not just romance but also familial bliss. I’m a weirdo. Or, I would prefer to call it eccentricity. (Only in little aspects of life okay, I’m not really eager to portray the image that I’m a freak) I do funny things. Like if I see someone that has to reach really far, strain his muscles and all for the bus bell, I will wait until he’s just about to touch the bell and ring the bell that is comfortably close to me. I think it’s entertaining. I’m funnily mean, if that makes any sense. This post contained an ‘assortment’ of styles. The first paragraph with my usual, boring, narrative style; the second and third with nerd style; the fifth and sixth with the unusual sentimentality; the last paragraph with the mean/funny streak? I like. |