Midget.

So I didn't spend my Saturday morning buying stuff and borrowing books from the library, I was too stony to do anything at 10.30am when I woke up. So much for the belief of weekend-sleeping-in. I tell you that is the biggest scam anyone can ever tell you.

Everything went better than fine, the surroundings were unusually chilly (both connotatively and denotatively) and I was feeling normal though, without the usual awful suppression of my chest. It is disturbing to find yourself unable to turn--

But it was all but a dream, I insist.

Dinner was spent with the girls at Yoshinoya, with cloudy thoughts of tummies wailing for grub. Then we complained how unsatisfying it was. Yoshinoya, you overpriced shat. Even this kid (I'm guessing six years old?) next to us could finish that $6 Bento Setto, and so you were saying? What about fresh-salmon-goodness & what other sales gimmicks? We're growing, yoshinoya. We NEED our grub.

So basically, an odd Saturday. Perhaps we need some Michelle who's gone on sec 3 camp.

As some Vanessa Mae accompanies me while I type out this post, I'd like to mention my day's activities, nothing too fascinating I'd like to delve into. Had care group in the morning, this time more interactive with more points to think about and learn from. Samuel didn't get to finish his devotion again, haha, it's quite a laugh.

I bought 1 litre of water chestnut & sugar cane drink at $1.60, and was happily dragging around everywhere I went. It's quite heavy y'know. Anyway I paid a visit to my long-lost friend, the library. I'm beginning to think of my relationship with books as a love-hate relationship. Pretty interesting, don't you think?

Much to my accomplishment, I have finished 1 out of 3 books I'd borrowed, in less than 4 hours. Not to mention with my piano lesson in between. It's called Cherry, by Matt Thorne and I like the way the illustration/design on the cover has to do with the story. It pictures, interestingly, a bloody cherry. Unfortunately I can't really look at it properly because of the stupid library barcode slapped on it. What a shame.

Basically the synopsis only links to the start of the story, and it's a fascinatingly grosteque story, and I like it. My piano teacher commented that I am a sadist, after hearing what books I'm interested in. So let me enlighten you, and perhaps you might (dis)agree with her. I like books about social misfits, mystery (not Nancy Drew type, I hate how she never dies) and especially those which talks about Mao's China, most of the time involving disturbing elements of violence, rape, prostitution, madness and murder. So after the last line, you'd probably think I'm some perverse psychomaniac. Of course I read other genres, chick-lit, one of my more favoured genres. Yup.

Well there is a reason why I take history in school, and it's not because I don't wanna take Geography.

I didn't know Cherry was going to end so weirdly, with the protagonist going to jail and what not. If you'll read it, you'll be confused. Haha. But it's a very interesting thought pattern, like I'm fascinated how the author thought of the storyline. Highly unusual. It did sound like a romance book (which I hate, but I like Matt Thorne stuff) although I didn't realise until now that it didn't have that silly pink heart shape at the spine.

Dinner with the folks was a weird. Besides that, life's never been happier and this post is not strange, just for once, less censored. We should practice self-control shouldn't we?