i suddenly realised i borrowed the wrong materials to write my essay so i cannot write anything yet, as of now, unless i depend on wikipedia and other net resources. blah. so i'll have to head down to the national library again, probably before work tomorrow.

not that i dislike it, actually.

i actually quite like the smell of libraries.

the shelves and shelves and shelves of endless books.

the busy librarians pushing trolleys and shuffling around,

the rather-frumpy-looking security guard sitting at the entrance,

people slumped asleep in various poses,on couches with books lying open on their laps,

or students furiously highlighting their notes and frowning rather privately at their TYSes.

the occasional tone and announcements reminding people to keep the library a quiet place.

i could sleep/camp in the library if i wanted/they allowed it, really.

what's there not to like?

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i don't know what to write.

some days you just feel like writing something,

but there is nothing interesting or witty to say.

but you just feel like/insist/want to do it.

it's really nonsense.

i'm losing touch.

sigh.