Some people are just...
So naturally beautiful.
So naturally smart.
So naturally loveable.
So naturally healthy.
So naturally friendly.
So naturally patient.
So naturally kindhearted.
So naturally perfect.
What about the others?
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Little Girl.
There is an awkward little girl bearing a straw hat who's looking for something.
She walks and walks, all this time she has always been alone.
She walks and walks, and sometimes wonders why she's alone.
There are times when the little girl stops to look at that dandelion floating along the wind.
Her eyes glimmers and sparkles as she admires its simplicity.
She has always reached out her hand but has always quickly pulled it back.
She has always been terrified if she touches it, she will taint its purity.
So instead, she just turns around and walks.
She walks and walks, even though it hurts her to leave.
She walks and walks, and sometimes she turns back once or twice.
Today, the little girl arrives at the field of golden wheat.
She beams when she sees some figures amongst the field.
Thinking, 'Are they who I'm looking for?'
She hums as she skips across the grass.
Unknowingly, she bumps into a transparent glass.
She pulls herself up and stares at it.
Raising her hand almost hesitantly, she touches the glass.
She then glances up, wondering if she could see the top of the glass.
And although she squints and jumps, she could never see its top.
This is not the first time she's seen such glass.
And there were times when she could see the top of the glass.
But most times, she couldn't do so.
She tries to knock, kick, and hit her way through the glass.
Her desperation showing almost too obviously.
But no matter how hard she knocks, the glass doesn't even make a sound.
So in desperation, she leans her head on the glass.
Tired of trying, she whispers softly to herself.
"I'm going to try again."
Just when she is about to knock again,
the glass shatters.
It crumbles into tiny shiny dust,
and flies away with the wind.
She jumps happily and makes her way through the golden field.
She then calls out cheerfully,
"Hello!"
But no one answers,
And as she gets closer,
she realizes,
They aren't the ones she's looking for.
She looks at the figures carefully,
And they all stare back with their permanent artificial smiles.
Disappointed, she is, but she has to be strong,
So she leaves like nothing is wrong.
As she walks further from them,
She thought she hears whispers.
So she turns back and sees,
That the figures starts conversing merrily.
The awkward little girl with a straw hat keeps walking.
She walks and walks, and wonders what she's looking for.
She walks and walks, with high hopes of growing strong as she continues walking.
She walks and walks, all this time she has always been alone.
She walks and walks, and sometimes wonders why she's alone.
There are times when the little girl stops to look at that dandelion floating along the wind.
Her eyes glimmers and sparkles as she admires its simplicity.
She has always reached out her hand but has always quickly pulled it back.
She has always been terrified if she touches it, she will taint its purity.
So instead, she just turns around and walks.
She walks and walks, even though it hurts her to leave.
She walks and walks, and sometimes she turns back once or twice.
Today, the little girl arrives at the field of golden wheat.
She beams when she sees some figures amongst the field.
Thinking, 'Are they who I'm looking for?'
She hums as she skips across the grass.
Unknowingly, she bumps into a transparent glass.
She pulls herself up and stares at it.
Raising her hand almost hesitantly, she touches the glass.
She then glances up, wondering if she could see the top of the glass.
And although she squints and jumps, she could never see its top.
This is not the first time she's seen such glass.
And there were times when she could see the top of the glass.
But most times, she couldn't do so.
She tries to knock, kick, and hit her way through the glass.
Her desperation showing almost too obviously.
But no matter how hard she knocks, the glass doesn't even make a sound.
So in desperation, she leans her head on the glass.
Tired of trying, she whispers softly to herself.
"I'm going to try again."
Just when she is about to knock again,
the glass shatters.
It crumbles into tiny shiny dust,
and flies away with the wind.
She jumps happily and makes her way through the golden field.
She then calls out cheerfully,
"Hello!"
But no one answers,
And as she gets closer,
she realizes,
They aren't the ones she's looking for.
She looks at the figures carefully,
And they all stare back with their permanent artificial smiles.
Disappointed, she is, but she has to be strong,
So she leaves like nothing is wrong.
As she walks further from them,
She thought she hears whispers.
So she turns back and sees,
That the figures starts conversing merrily.
The awkward little girl with a straw hat keeps walking.
She walks and walks, and wonders what she's looking for.
She walks and walks, with high hopes of growing strong as she continues walking.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Preparing the Canvas; Brainstorming session.
I have to admit: my last post was quite curt and somehow incomprehensible.
Yeah, it was my emotions taking control of my brains and body.
You don't have to be genius to know that venting out once in a while really helps maintaining our sanity.
--
Anyhow, I don't think I've ever mentioned this before, but I've moved out (sorta) from my house and was on my way to pursue further studies abroad.
Up until now, I haven't experienced much hardships...perhaps it's because I'm still living with my brother. And of course, the fact that my parents and families take turn to check on me a few times a day somehow wads away the feeling of being away from my home.
--
So, as for the title...
I'm a bit ashamed to admit that I have this...cliche outlook on my supposedly new life: I see it as a blank canvas.
And right now, I'd like to call as the brainstorming session, since I haven't exactly got anything planned in my head yet.
Yeah, moving to a whole new place has its perks. You could be a total new somebody and nobody would come to your face and say, "This is not you. You acted differently. Is there anything wrong with you?"
No. You would be free to splash any kinds of colour on your picture.
--
I'll stop here. I promise I'll write more tomorrow.
Tomorrow is gonna be a long day. I guess.
P.S. Pink is my UNLUCKY colour. Keep that in mind, Future Self.
Yeah, it was my emotions taking control of my brains and body.
You don't have to be genius to know that venting out once in a while really helps maintaining our sanity.
--
Anyhow, I don't think I've ever mentioned this before, but I've moved out (sorta) from my house and was on my way to pursue further studies abroad.
Up until now, I haven't experienced much hardships...perhaps it's because I'm still living with my brother. And of course, the fact that my parents and families take turn to check on me a few times a day somehow wads away the feeling of being away from my home.
--
So, as for the title...
I'm a bit ashamed to admit that I have this...cliche outlook on my supposedly new life: I see it as a blank canvas.
And right now, I'd like to call as the brainstorming session, since I haven't exactly got anything planned in my head yet.
Yeah, moving to a whole new place has its perks. You could be a total new somebody and nobody would come to your face and say, "This is not you. You acted differently. Is there anything wrong with you?"
No. You would be free to splash any kinds of colour on your picture.
--
I'll stop here. I promise I'll write more tomorrow.
Tomorrow is gonna be a long day. I guess.
P.S. Pink is my UNLUCKY colour. Keep that in mind, Future Self.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Runaway
Avril Lavigne - "Runaway"
Got up on the wrong side of life today, yeah
Crash the car and I'm gonna be really late
My phone doesn't work cuz it's out of range
Looks like it's just one of those kind of days
You can't kick me down I'm already on the ground
No you can't, but you couldn't catch me anyhow
Blue skies, but the sun isn't coming out, no
Today is like I'm under a heavy cloud
And I feel so alive
I can't help myself
Don't you realize
I just wanna scream and lose control
Throw my hands up and let it go
Forget about everything and run away, yeah
I just wanna fall and lose myself
Laughing so hard it hurts like hell
Forget about everything and run away, yeah
So-so's how I'm doing, if you're wondering
I'm in a fight with the world but I'm winning
Stay there, come closer it's at your own risk
Yeah you know how it is life can be a bitch
And I feel so alive
I can't help myself
Don't you realize
I just wanna scream and lose control
Throw my hands up and let it go
Forget about everything and run away, yeah
I just wanna fall and lose myself
Laughing so hard it hurts like hell
Forget about everything and run away, yeah
Run away, run away, run away, run away
I just wanna scream and lose control
Throw my hands up and let it go
Forget about everything and run away, yeah
I just wanna fall and lose myself
Laughing so hard it hurts like hell
Forget about everything and run away, yeah
I just feel like I want to explode.
I don't know why.
I don't know how.
And I don't even care.
I just want to run away.
--
Peace and idleness tend to be disastrous for people who over-think things like me.
I want to go crazy and break all the rules without worrying anything.
I couldn't express what I feel with mere words or pictures anymore.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Today sucks.
The title alone could explain.
At this moment, I'm in a most sour mood.
And it's only almost mid-day.
I'm not quite excited what the rest of the day would bring.
--
I understand and acknowledge that incompetency is a sign of being a human.
But yet, the one point I couldn't quite pinpoint would be of why someone would go blaming other people for their own incompetency.
Yes, we all are incompetent of doing something at one point, but please, keep your finger to yourself and stop pointing at others when you fail to do your responsibility.
Just because you have a slightly higher authority than I do, doesn't mean you get the privilege to start blaming it on me.
Look, I had a rough morning. My hips and thighs hurt, fucking menstruation cramps. Someone in my household kept bothering me with silly things that said person could easily do. (I mean, come on, he's in your room, and you're about to go to your room and yet you wanted me to send his message? Absurdity.)
Now my stomach is starting to ache. Fuck this.
Not to mention I was recently (this morning) left frustrated by the fact that I've spent about Rp 300,000 for two books of rubbish.
To spice things up, my phone acted like shit as well.
Yes, I apologize for being less than polite when I called you back to inform of your lack of competency in delivering the accurate information.
But, I advise you for a reality check once in a while.
Once a month would be suffice.
At this moment, I'm in a most sour mood.
And it's only almost mid-day.
I'm not quite excited what the rest of the day would bring.
--
I understand and acknowledge that incompetency is a sign of being a human.
But yet, the one point I couldn't quite pinpoint would be of why someone would go blaming other people for their own incompetency.
Yes, we all are incompetent of doing something at one point, but please, keep your finger to yourself and stop pointing at others when you fail to do your responsibility.
Just because you have a slightly higher authority than I do, doesn't mean you get the privilege to start blaming it on me.
Look, I had a rough morning. My hips and thighs hurt, fucking menstruation cramps. Someone in my household kept bothering me with silly things that said person could easily do. (I mean, come on, he's in your room, and you're about to go to your room and yet you wanted me to send his message? Absurdity.)
Now my stomach is starting to ache. Fuck this.
Not to mention I was recently (this morning) left frustrated by the fact that I've spent about Rp 300,000 for two books of rubbish.
To spice things up, my phone acted like shit as well.
Yes, I apologize for being less than polite when I called you back to inform of your lack of competency in delivering the accurate information.
But, I advise you for a reality check once in a while.
Once a month would be suffice.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Graduated
Yes, I have officially graduated.
To be completely honest, I feel blank right now.
It's just...blah. As if it's not that interesting or anything.
Well, considering the passing percentage of the national exams of my school is 100%.
Yeah, I'm really not that excited.
I wish we had those fancy hats and cloak-thingies that the western people have on.., seems more interesting to be photographed and remembered.
--
I attended Science-01's (a.k.a Musketeers) Farewell Party yesterday night.
It was quite awesome.
Awards were given to students and teachers alike.
Some awards were kinda normal and some were not, obviously.
I won nothing apparently. Surprise!!!not.
A letter written by our Chinese-language teacher was shown, yet again.
I was kinda surprise to find myself crying (a bit) again, because, you know, I had read the letter before.
And said teacher cried too. Aww.
--
Honestly, I don't think that my already-flat life could get flatter anymore.
All I've been doing these days are just watching DVDs, drawing a bit (which I feel that I really sucked in that recently), browsing, and perhaps occasional gaming.
I'm bored.
And one more thing, I...really gotta say that I'm not feeling the...feeling to write some IELTS-y paragraphs.
--
So, Despicable Me, here we go.
A super-villain named Gru, feels his prestige is slowly deterring because of a recent felony by another super-villain, Vector, who just stole the Great Pyramid of Giza.
With the help of his fellow accomplice, Dr. Nefario, who apparently is an old fellow with bad hearing, Gru came up with a much more brilliant plan: He's going to steal the moon.
Ever since he was a child, he has always dreamed about going to the moon, however, this intention was always scoffed upon by his mother.
Determined with his plan, Gru visits the 'Villain-Bank' to loan some money as doing said project is rather expensive. However, the Bank's president, Mr. Perkins, even after Gru's presentation of his plan, isn't quite impressed. Thus, he refuses to loan Gru money before Gru could attain the most important part of Gru's plan: the Shrink Ray.
Stealing the Shrink Ray from the East Asian lab is pretty much a breeze for Gru.
However, stealing the Shrink Ray from Gru is a breeze as well for Vector.
Gru tries to break in Vector's headquarters and fails miserably. Then, Gru sees the three orphaned girls (Margo, Edith and Agnes) who have been selling cookies around the neighborhood pass Vector's security easily.
For the sake of his plans, Gru decides to adopt the girls from the orphanage using a false identity as a dentist. The girls, having been treated poorly at the orphanage, are more than happy to leave (although they're not quite thrilled by the fact that it is Gru who has adopted them).
Due to his unhappy childhood and lack of love for child whatsoever, Gru doesn't know how to take care of children and he simply couldn't care less, therefore leaving the girls at the hands of his yellow short minions.
With the help of the girls and the cookies robots, Gru finally succeeds in stealing the Shrink Ray. On their way home, however, the children beg for a day at the recently opened theme park. Gru, seeing this as a way to be free of the children, agrees.
Gru initially decides to leave the girls on a roller-coaster ride, however, he's then forced to ride along with them because they need an adult to accompany them.
Next, the girls decide to challenge one of the aiming game where the owner obviously cheats, as even though Agnes manages to hit the target, it won't fall at all. Pissed by the owner, Gru burns down the stand altogether. From then on, he starts to bond with the girls.
With the Shrink Ray in his possession, Gru confronts the Bank's president and presents his plans, again.
However, Mr. Perkins is, again, unimpressed with him. He says that he loves his whole plan and everything except for Gru himself.
Mr. Perkins believes that Gru is too old and incapable to do as well as the other younger, fresher villains. Then ends their video chat abruptly. Shortly after that, Mr. Perkins calls for his son, Vector, and asks as to why Gru succeeds to have the Shrink Ray, then he demands Vector to sabotage, or to be exact, to steal Gru's plan.
Desperate with the lack of fund, Gru decides to terminate the whole project and dismiss his thousands of minions in the process. Then the girls step up, offering their piggy bank, followed by his thousands of minions, digging in their pockets for a spare of money to help their boss. Moved by this gesture, Gru determines to continue his plan by using everything to build a rocket.
Little did he know, the Shrink Ray has a side effect in which the larger the mass of the subject shrunk, the faster it turns back into its original size.
Finally the rocket is finished. However, the day when the moon is on its best position from the earth is coincidentally the same day as the girls' ballet recital.
Seeing that Gru isn't totally focused on the project because of the girls' distraction, Dr. Nefario decides to give the girls back to the orphanage. Gru doesn't do anything to prevent this from happening.
Gru then successfully shrinks and brings back the moon. Thinking that he has enough time to make it to the girls' recital, Gru rushes to their school. Alas, he's too late. Then, he notices a note left by Vector, mentioning the girls are held as hostages. In order to get the girls back, Gru has to trade his moon for them.
But Vector defies their trade by taking both the moon and the girls with him. Dr. Nefario, on the other hand, starts to realize the side-effect of Shrink Ray and rushes to notify Gru. He makes it in time to aid Gru gaining the girls back.
Gru, having realized that the moon is going to expand back to its original size, teams up with Dr. Nefario and launches Vector's ship just as Margo, being the last of the girls being rescued, jumps to Gru's ship.
Thus, the moon is back to its place with an additional Vector on it.
Shortly later, Gru adopts the girls back. He writes a bed-time story for the girls based on his experience in place of the old bed-time story (which he considers as the worst literature created ever).
At the end of the movie, the girls dance their ballet and everyone else dances on the dance floor afterwards.
--
Least to say, I like this movie. :)
I know, crappy summary/writing/whatever.
To be completely honest, I feel blank right now.
It's just...blah. As if it's not that interesting or anything.
Well, considering the passing percentage of the national exams of my school is 100%.
Yeah, I'm really not that excited.
I wish we had those fancy hats and cloak-thingies that the western people have on.., seems more interesting to be photographed and remembered.
--
I attended Science-01's (a.k.a Musketeers) Farewell Party yesterday night.
It was quite awesome.
Awards were given to students and teachers alike.
Some awards were kinda normal and some were not, obviously.
I won nothing apparently. Surprise!!!not.
A letter written by our Chinese-language teacher was shown, yet again.
I was kinda surprise to find myself crying (a bit) again, because, you know, I had read the letter before.
And said teacher cried too. Aww.
--
Honestly, I don't think that my already-flat life could get flatter anymore.
All I've been doing these days are just watching DVDs, drawing a bit (which I feel that I really sucked in that recently), browsing, and perhaps occasional gaming.
I'm bored.
And one more thing, I...really gotta say that I'm not feeling the...feeling to write some IELTS-y paragraphs.
--
So, Despicable Me, here we go.
A super-villain named Gru, feels his prestige is slowly deterring because of a recent felony by another super-villain, Vector, who just stole the Great Pyramid of Giza.
With the help of his fellow accomplice, Dr. Nefario, who apparently is an old fellow with bad hearing, Gru came up with a much more brilliant plan: He's going to steal the moon.
Ever since he was a child, he has always dreamed about going to the moon, however, this intention was always scoffed upon by his mother.
Determined with his plan, Gru visits the 'Villain-Bank' to loan some money as doing said project is rather expensive. However, the Bank's president, Mr. Perkins, even after Gru's presentation of his plan, isn't quite impressed. Thus, he refuses to loan Gru money before Gru could attain the most important part of Gru's plan: the Shrink Ray.
Stealing the Shrink Ray from the East Asian lab is pretty much a breeze for Gru.
However, stealing the Shrink Ray from Gru is a breeze as well for Vector.
Gru tries to break in Vector's headquarters and fails miserably. Then, Gru sees the three orphaned girls (Margo, Edith and Agnes) who have been selling cookies around the neighborhood pass Vector's security easily.
For the sake of his plans, Gru decides to adopt the girls from the orphanage using a false identity as a dentist. The girls, having been treated poorly at the orphanage, are more than happy to leave (although they're not quite thrilled by the fact that it is Gru who has adopted them).
Due to his unhappy childhood and lack of love for child whatsoever, Gru doesn't know how to take care of children and he simply couldn't care less, therefore leaving the girls at the hands of his yellow short minions.
With the help of the girls and the cookies robots, Gru finally succeeds in stealing the Shrink Ray. On their way home, however, the children beg for a day at the recently opened theme park. Gru, seeing this as a way to be free of the children, agrees.
Gru initially decides to leave the girls on a roller-coaster ride, however, he's then forced to ride along with them because they need an adult to accompany them.
Next, the girls decide to challenge one of the aiming game where the owner obviously cheats, as even though Agnes manages to hit the target, it won't fall at all. Pissed by the owner, Gru burns down the stand altogether. From then on, he starts to bond with the girls.
With the Shrink Ray in his possession, Gru confronts the Bank's president and presents his plans, again.
However, Mr. Perkins is, again, unimpressed with him. He says that he loves his whole plan and everything except for Gru himself.
Mr. Perkins believes that Gru is too old and incapable to do as well as the other younger, fresher villains. Then ends their video chat abruptly. Shortly after that, Mr. Perkins calls for his son, Vector, and asks as to why Gru succeeds to have the Shrink Ray, then he demands Vector to sabotage, or to be exact, to steal Gru's plan.
Desperate with the lack of fund, Gru decides to terminate the whole project and dismiss his thousands of minions in the process. Then the girls step up, offering their piggy bank, followed by his thousands of minions, digging in their pockets for a spare of money to help their boss. Moved by this gesture, Gru determines to continue his plan by using everything to build a rocket.
Little did he know, the Shrink Ray has a side effect in which the larger the mass of the subject shrunk, the faster it turns back into its original size.
Finally the rocket is finished. However, the day when the moon is on its best position from the earth is coincidentally the same day as the girls' ballet recital.
Seeing that Gru isn't totally focused on the project because of the girls' distraction, Dr. Nefario decides to give the girls back to the orphanage. Gru doesn't do anything to prevent this from happening.
Gru then successfully shrinks and brings back the moon. Thinking that he has enough time to make it to the girls' recital, Gru rushes to their school. Alas, he's too late. Then, he notices a note left by Vector, mentioning the girls are held as hostages. In order to get the girls back, Gru has to trade his moon for them.
But Vector defies their trade by taking both the moon and the girls with him. Dr. Nefario, on the other hand, starts to realize the side-effect of Shrink Ray and rushes to notify Gru. He makes it in time to aid Gru gaining the girls back.
Gru, having realized that the moon is going to expand back to its original size, teams up with Dr. Nefario and launches Vector's ship just as Margo, being the last of the girls being rescued, jumps to Gru's ship.
Thus, the moon is back to its place with an additional Vector on it.
Shortly later, Gru adopts the girls back. He writes a bed-time story for the girls based on his experience in place of the old bed-time story (which he considers as the worst literature created ever).
At the end of the movie, the girls dance their ballet and everyone else dances on the dance floor afterwards.
--
Least to say, I like this movie. :)
I know, crappy summary/writing/whatever.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
100511
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.
--
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.
--
Anyway I'm glad that nothing happened.
P.S. This whole post was written from my phone.
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.
--
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.
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