I guess that it can be awfully disturbing to have a real raw-minded person in your vicinity, because it has always occurred to me that I have a limit to my tolerance for their behavior. And the thing is, I have to tolerate this everyday. Fleur happens to be that very person who subjects me to such torture. She can sing awfully loud in the MRT, a very public place, even when it’s loaded with office workers suffering from mid-day foul status. Imagine, you’re starving and suffocated and grumpy, competing for air with the other commuters, and there’s this school girl occupying that much-wanted seat and irritating you with a tune which overpowered the grumbling in your digestive system. Yikes, I’ll say. Don’t get me wrong, because I do look up to people who can carry a tune without drifting off, but that was far too extreme.
Very much wanted to buy my JC’s uniform today so I can wash it in time for me to wear it tomorrow, the last day of this term. But the bookshop auntie was a little PMS-sy today and was grumbling over the phone about making a police report about something. Search me. So the verdict’s that I won’t have the chance to wear it tomorrow. Thought it would be impressive to wear the uniform tomorrow. Whatever.
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