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So yeah, about my absence yesterday..I'll just be honest. I was distracted. Perhaps far more than I like to be.

As I truly didn't do any of my planned routines at all. Like, at all.

It's because I just bought these whole load of DVDs , and yeah, I'm spending my sweet, sweet time sitting in front of the TV for almost all day.

Man, I feel ashamed.

But well, I've watched Despicable Me, Thor, and a few episodes of America's Next Top Model - Cycle 15.

I probably will write tid-bits of my thoughts on those movies later.

Because, (here comes another lame excuse, argh) I have assignments, which felt like mountains to me, since, again, I failed to do yesterday because of the so-called distraction.

And these assignments are due tomorrow, while I have yet to get even half of them done.

I know, lame, right? (Me, I mean)

If anyone's wondering, I'm doing them for the class I've been taking for a week now: Accounting.

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Anyhow, the whole point of me deciding to post today is that I think I've had this almost scary experience.

You see, I was asked by mother to store some money to the bank, which thankfully is near my house. Then, I, who was kinda aggravated then, just slammed the door and practically jumped in the car with my hair all wet and messy. The weather is burning hot lately, that's why I have no interest in going out whatsoever.

When I arrived there, I saw these many cars/motorcycles parked in front of it. So, I was like, 'Oh poop, you gotta be kidding me.' So yeah, I walked in, and I think I glared at the security just now (feeling bad, right now). Then, I saw the queue and sighed a relief, inwardly. I just had to wait for a couple of dudes.

I'm almost sure I could hear those people's thoughts, which were something like, 'What the hell is wrong with this girl? Just got washed up from the drain?'

No, I'm not smelly, nor am I dirty. It's just my messy wet hair, and maybe my sulky face. So I tried to make myself more presentable by combing my hair with my fingers.

After standing in the line for a few minutes, a huge guy entered and queued behind me. He's not exactly bulky, but he has a big tummy. I'm not sure what his face looked like, because I was way too sullen at that time to actually look around. But I scarcely recalled his face being quite..friendly-looking.

So this huge guy borrowed the pen from the guy standing in front of me, writing on a somekind of cheque or something. And well, nothing weird happened there.

But suddenly, a tangy scent made its way to my nose. I don't know why but I automatically held my breath. Perhaps maybe because I'm sort of terrified of all those stories about hypnotised by a stranger (and not in a good way, may I add) and what not.

Anyhow, I got all so defensive suddenly. Haha. Yeah I know, I'm quite paranoid, but it's better be safe than risk to the unknowns, right?

[Btw, it's 11:16 PM now, thanks to the blackout. And it's kinda hot here, it feels like summer is coming, though it's technically impossible, since we only have dry and wet season here. Though both these guys don't come according to the schedule anymore..)

So, I'd been holding my breath for as long as I could while at the same thinking, 'Please, please, people, be damn faster.' Honestly, I was a little bit terrified there, I even imagined what would happen if I were ever to faint or something. (Now that I'm thinking much more logically, perhaps the bank workers there would most probably help me or something, and of course, wouldn't let me be dragged away by that huge guy.., would they?)

And not long after that, it was my turn, I could feel myself sighing in relief. Then I heard the teller asked me, "How may I help you, miss?"

"Store." Short reply, I know.

"Is this your bank account?"

"Uh, no, i-it's my..mum's actually."

"Your mother's it is then? May I see your ID card?"

"Uh, I don't have it." As in, really don't have it. Yes, it's been 4 months since my 17th birthday. Believe me, his 'I-don't-freaking-believe-it' face is really tempting to be punched.

"Oh, right. Please wait a sec." After his tippity tappy toe with his co-workers, he came back and said, "Miss, if you don't have your ID, please ask someone with an ID to do it for you next time."

Thankfully, I was feeling indifferent at that time. So I just shrugged and let him continue his work.

While waiting for his awfully slow work, I started to realize that I felt a bit dizzy, like I was standing on a not balanced piece of wood on a river. My hands even shook a bit. Firstly I thought it was due to the heat, but after a few seconds of considering, it was scrapped as I was hardly spending my day under the sun. Then my paranoid side went to the act again. So I told myself to stay on focus, and nothing would happen.

In the end, I was thinking for the whole time. Hence, it led me to squint and nod unconsciously at the teller when he asked trivial matters about the whole 'storing' thingy.

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Anyway I'm glad that nothing happened.
P.S. This whole post was written from my phone.