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You know how packs of food come with a label at the corner that says 'tear here'? I'm sure I have what it takes (dexterity, willpower, precision, hunger) to tear open the packet but half the time, they never do. Then I turn the pack over to see who's the manufacturer so that I can curse them for giving me false sense of hope. The hope that your life will be made immensely simpler because you can just 'tear here'. Now I have to get a pair of scissors. Or tear somewhere else.
I'm a pain to watch movies with. While everyone else are immersed in the suspense of whether Brad Pitt will survive the zombies, I wonder if he gets hungry. Doesn't Channing Tatum need to pee in the midst of killing off terrorists? Because really, you'd think that viewers would care if these dedicated people needed a toilet break or a sandwich.
While at a food court I saw my coursemate. I couldn't believe the we bumped into each other! I also couldn't believe the confused look she gave me. We've been only away from uni for over a month. Has she really forgotten about me? Must be the new glasses.
Because I said hi to a stranger.
You'd think that staying in a hotel you wouldn't have to worry too much about messing the place up. After all, it's paid for so by all means, go really crazy and leave the cup unwashed! But I'm the type that would want to keep the sheets tucked back into the mattress (though they never turn out right). Sometimes I feel proud of myself for not having to let housekeeping do anything. Sometimes I hope the hotel surprises me with a 'Best Customer Award'.
So this lady comes up to me and asks me to draw a floor plan of my hostel for her, as her child is about to enroll for a course here in AIMST. I wanted to tell her that I'm not a qualified architect or engineer. I didn't have the floor plan. I was sure about where my bed was placed, but what if she wanted to know about the plumbing? Or the secret tunnel that brings you to Kronos. I doodled something out anyway. A floor plan. My parents sent me here after just seeing an ad in the newspaper, I didn't panic not knowing the layout of where I would direct my pee. Just saying.
Sometimes I wished my name had more I's in it. That way I could dot my I's with little heart shapes. It's just every girl's dream. I had a phase back in primary school when I wanted to call myself Nicole. But that didn't pan out because of the contents of my birth certificate.
