there's the time on your handphone, on the laptop, on the desktop, in the room, on the train, and on other people's wrists, of course. Speaking of which, one of my bad habits (is it bad?) is to look at other people's watches to tell the time, especially if i suspect i'm running late. It's one of those things i just can't help but do on a daily basis while commuting- along with looking over people's shoulders to see what game they're playing, video they're watching, or sms they're composing on their (more often than not) iphone.
i just feel that sometimes there's no need to have sense of time, you know?
(but i'm seldom ever late, so it's not a problem, anyway?)
do you need things to tell you the time,
or time, to tell you things, actually?
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as if i hadn't gotten enough lesson learnt from the last time, i did it again today.
okay, it wasn't so bad this time, and my mom was here (even though she hasn't got a clue what to do since she hasn't done it before either), but i keep telling myself it's all for good cause, all for good cause, for sunday, for sunday.
i really hope nobody takes a bite, chews and swallows, turns green, collapses to the floor, and starts frothing at the mouth.
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friday.
what i wore to work :
i know it's dress down friday, and i was about to settle into conformist mode and just wear some random dress with a cardigan and those overworn-to-the-extent-of-having-no-grids-on-the-sole flats but suddenly i felt adventurous and i pulled out the rad pants that i've totally never worn before and actually wore it out of the house. hmmm.
outer: silence and noise, from UO.com
top: TSR
pants: online
pants: online
shoes: london
necklace: as before
bag: as before
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