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Of Simple Words & Simple Things
//* Quotes.. *//
Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
The best proof of love is trust.
Joyce Brothers
You can't blame gravity for falling in love.
Albert Einstein
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Rain, rain.. Go away..
Whenever it pours at my place, I would be reduced to my knees, wiping the floor and wringing the towel of the rain water that has seeped through the walls of my room. Why must my room be converted from a balcony, and blame those idiots who didn't do a good job on the roof! I dread every rainy season, though it's an excellent time to sleep in (if I don't have to worry about the leaking walls and ceiling, that is.)
I woke up bright and early today, to nudge elbows with some of the other people on the bus to get to the airport. To think that I was still hoping that I could catch some shuteye while on the bus initially. So I was holding to the handles overhead, while listening to the radio. I only tune in this morning, when I happened to be up early, and the topic of discussion had to be men and women's sexual fantasies , according to some survey.
It's damn funny hearing some of the sexual fantasies of the people who sent in their sms-es. One guy fancied having Paris Hilton lick his toes! Wahaha.. And there's this crazy (in my opinion) woman who fantasizes about being raped! Oh my, oh my, all these are not meant for the ears in the morning..
Anyway, got to the airport and sent WL off to Melbourne, followed by BK breakfast. Since I was out in the East, thought of "mall-ing" to the new Ikea shop in Tampines. BUT I never got there; I knew I was on the right bus, but somehow didn't see the building, and didn't want to venture too far and just got off to TM instead.
I was hopping to get a new (sling) bag, but I didn't see any that I fancy. Went home empty-handed, except for a handwash from Watson's. I decided that I need to wash my hands real clean before I take out my contact lens now -- a way of extending the lifespan of the lens besides caring for my eyes too.
I want to pretend that I am not free for consultation tmr, can I? I'm not prepared to go back to sch to meet the tutors, really. I was still hoping to communicate with them through email for the time being. Well, we'll see as to how the plan goes. Perhaps meet them on Thursday instead. I have nothing much to show them anyway. I barely proceeded since the last time I met them before the break for the exams :(
I'm bored.............
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