hello, early mornings.
check out the polka-dot bikinis, the
James Dean lookalikes and the twists; OH THE TWISTS. How our folks 'got down & jiggy with it' back then, hey.
On the other hand, it's less than an hour to Monday, how I amuse myself by looking forward to school yet when the actual day comes a wave of nausea hits me the moment I wake up. Domesday I tell you, especially with the anal-charged
POM test that's accounted for 15% I have tomorrow - guess what? I'm NOT done studying. Reverting back to my old days, when I was a sloth & not much more. I need motivation, & the $400 I'm getting sometime this week after working for 2-3 weekends is NOT it, though it does count for a part of my happiness this month.
Oh, I was followed to my lift by a Bangla that lives on the 4th floor just now; he kept calling out to me while I was walking infront of him, lucky my earphones were plugged in. He said that I "
looked smart"; a compliment in his terms I guess (I was wearing flip flops), & when he got out, he turned back & bluntly went, "
so, can I have your phone number?"
I just looked at him & told him simply, "
No," just as the lift doors closed in his face. I should be more sympathetic, but I couldn't ask the doors for a better timing to shut.
Oh well, I'm looking forward to giving a million & one sincere hugs tomorrow.
<3.
