Closing time (at 12:09 nn) - it's been a long morning
Just finished recording for today's stocks. I kind of really love chikka. Saves me a lot of grief and helps me keep my fingers. Even the calluses are kept at bay. sort of. But i believe it takes five full minutes for a chikka msg to reach a cellphone. Yes. I checked.
Yesterday, I found out that my sisters had to be in school well before 7:20 a.m. Back in my day, if you're caught to be outside the classroom, or, wherever the morning ceremony would be held, at 7:20a.m. you'd be given that tiny green tardy slip. I heard they had to be in school at around 7am to be safe because they have to, and I quote, "pray the rosary."
What - are they praying for, money? This, of course, could only come from someone who had 13 solid years straight of Catholic school education - a good, especially if you're baptised Catholic, a good place to doubt if you're straight.
Today, I found out (good gods, the details of this story - damn!) that there's a thirty thousand security bond a canteen concessionaire pays upon signing of contract. Obviously, prayer isn't enough.
Kyle and I have this new joke - whenever she mentions I made this certain book reservation, I shush her. I think we're going to take a break from our pizza trips first and start eating out in places wherein we like because we fancy the idea of putting up a similar business as the place. Soon enough, I think we're going to infiltrate the call-centre industry. Correspondence with Maia specifically about this could happen soon enough.
Speaking of Maia, I keep forgetting to get the cd of Uyayi. Thought it would be nice if I could send the songs to her via y!m soon.
I just told Kyle that when I watch hp5, I seriously need to watch it with someone whom i was with back in high school. I need closure. I need emotional support! Seriously! This is the book that changed my life, I think. It killed something in me.
Now, books - my newest are "Interworld" and "M is for Magic". The latter is a collection of Neil Gaiman's short stories and poetry under the Young Reader's genre. I feel like I only bought "M is for Magic" because of the introduction. If I weren't a fucking bibliophile, I'd be kicking myself because most of it you can read off online, eight out of ten I already have since you can find them in "Smoke and Mirrors" and "Fragile Things". But the introduction seems to make up for all of it, which when I read it,
immediately reminded of One of The Book of Short Stories of My Childhood: Anais Nin's 'Little Birds', because Neil, in his introduction, says things like, "Stories you read when you're the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you'll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit." And he's right about a book of short stories: you certainly don't have to like all of them.
It's too warm outside. It's too warm inside. And the novelty of moving Caellach and her troika is certainly fading. My room even smells of cat food. I am not amused. The three kittens I am tempted to name Grammar, Logic and Rhetoric. Only one is the boy, and he is prettier than his sisters. Maybe I'll just name them Stalin, Marx and Lenin.
Yesterday, I found out that my sisters had to be in school well before 7:20 a.m. Back in my day, if you're caught to be outside the classroom, or, wherever the morning ceremony would be held, at 7:20a.m. you'd be given that tiny green tardy slip. I heard they had to be in school at around 7am to be safe because they have to, and I quote, "pray the rosary."
What - are they praying for, money? This, of course, could only come from someone who had 13 solid years straight of Catholic school education - a good, especially if you're baptised Catholic, a good place to doubt if you're straight.
Today, I found out (good gods, the details of this story - damn!) that there's a thirty thousand security bond a canteen concessionaire pays upon signing of contract. Obviously, prayer isn't enough.
Kyle and I have this new joke - whenever she mentions I made this certain book reservation, I shush her. I think we're going to take a break from our pizza trips first and start eating out in places wherein we like because we fancy the idea of putting up a similar business as the place. Soon enough, I think we're going to infiltrate the call-centre industry. Correspondence with Maia specifically about this could happen soon enough.
Speaking of Maia, I keep forgetting to get the cd of Uyayi. Thought it would be nice if I could send the songs to her via y!m soon.
I just told Kyle that when I watch hp5, I seriously need to watch it with someone whom i was with back in high school. I need closure. I need emotional support! Seriously! This is the book that changed my life, I think. It killed something in me.
Now, books - my newest are "Interworld" and "M is for Magic". The latter is a collection of Neil Gaiman's short stories and poetry under the Young Reader's genre. I feel like I only bought "M is for Magic" because of the introduction. If I weren't a fucking bibliophile, I'd be kicking myself because most of it you can read off online, eight out of ten I already have since you can find them in "Smoke and Mirrors" and "Fragile Things". But the introduction seems to make up for all of it, which when I read it,
immediately reminded of One of The Book of Short Stories of My Childhood: Anais Nin's 'Little Birds', because Neil, in his introduction, says things like, "Stories you read when you're the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you'll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit." And he's right about a book of short stories: you certainly don't have to like all of them.
It's too warm outside. It's too warm inside. And the novelty of moving Caellach and her troika is certainly fading. My room even smells of cat food. I am not amused. The three kittens I am tempted to name Grammar, Logic and Rhetoric. Only one is the boy, and he is prettier than his sisters. Maybe I'll just name them Stalin, Marx and Lenin.