The day I am doomed to hell.
Not because I already am but because right next door, there’s this loud drilling going on. So even if I realised that I have only one month, five hours and twenty-two minutes left till doomsday, I can’t do anything about it because I cannot concentrate.
Why do people even move at this time of the year, anyway?
Don't these people realise that in one month, five hours, twenty-one minutes, 5 seconds and counting, doomsday is going to knock on my door and say 'Hello'?
I'm not a lucky bird, okay? I don't stay in a condo, like some of my friends do. I don't have an air-conditioned room for me to scoot down to in order to concentrate. If you go downstairs right now, all you have is the mama shop[2] selling all kinds of sweets, snacks and magazines to distract me from my mission.
And the library is too far away, if you ask why I'm not there. I have to take the train, switch to a bus, then walk in order to get there.
Wait.
I just had a brilliant idea! Except I don't have earplugs. It turns out I come out with brilliant ideas that can't be used.
[2] A shop where anything you need can be found.
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hi georgia. i'm aster. it is amazing how similar our "fave books are". papart form those stated in my profile i too have read the princess diaries series in my youth.
ReplyDeletei totally get what you mean about renovating going on, knocks you out of ur senses completely.
so whats doomsday about?=p
Oh. That's the O-levels. But I'm not the one going through all those noisy drilling. That's Melanie.
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