Tuesday, August 17, 2004

lesson #65: we all need a break sometimes, especially nice girls

I lost a pair of earrings B gave me. They were from Perlini's Silver, dangly with small hearts hanging at the ends. I've only had them for about a year... I still remember the history behind those earrings. We've been fighting, and he gave them to me one day, all wrapped up, as an overture of peace. I think I should find a replacement. And yet, I know the memory associated with them will now forever be lost.


Maybe you're thinking - what's the big deal, it's only a pair of earrings? Well, I'm usually on top of things and for a pair of earrings to go missing in my own house (I wore them for the last time during Convocation, I took them off in my bathroom, and then things started to get vague) - that's a clear indication that I'm losing control.


My room has been a mess these past few days. It still is... I now realise I have to start organizing my school stuff. Like all the printed materials the profs gave us? I just stacked 'em all up and shoved 'em all somewhere or other. I have to buy files soon! Thin files for everyday use and thicker ones for long-term safekeeping. I also need to buy a new bag, because my current one just don't cut it (remember the post on the beige bag? I think I'm getting that one).


I also haven't bought any textbooks, I haven't read any readings, I haven't started researching for my group's Community Service Project (sounds boring? Just thank God you're not actually living it), I haven't found out exactly when I'll be getting my $4500 allowance. Which I need to buy the textbooks with, which in turn I need to do my readings. It's a vicious cycle, I tell you. Economic ruination is nothing compared to this.


N promised to pick me up from school yesterday at 3.15. I even bragged about it to some friends and they all agree - that was so sweet of him. But 3.15 came and went, and there's not a single sign of him. I waited, and waited, and then went home (yesterday was also the day I discovered that the pair of earrings were lost, so it was quite a bad day. Double-whammy and all that). So anyway, I called him a hundred times and left a thousand messages (hyperbole-speak for 5 smses), but still - no reply. I really thought he was dead or something. But around 7 pm I got a call from He Who Must Not Be Named As He Is A Prick. Here's how it went:


N: (groggily) uhh... hello?
me: (insert N's real name here)! What the (insert vulgarity) is going on! Why the (different vulgarity) didn't you show up??
N: uhh... it's kinda... hard to say.
(profound silence)
me: What the (another vulgarity). Don't tell me, you fell asleep and just woke up?
N: uhh............. yes?


AAAAAARGH!


It all works out in the end, though. He gave me a pink Adidas shirt, white Tommy shorts, necklaces and a (very small) Libra paperweight from Taiwan. Today I came over after school and we ate fattening food which he prepared.