Day 3 is plain denial
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Dreams of being a shopaholic, liquor representative or worse, mugging representative just goes to show how deranged we have become and how we're living in a state of denial.
To have a change of air, I went over to Marianne's place near Sixth Avenue to study. Her room is full of stuffed toys, bags, cupboards full of clothes and accessories, not only that it's mighty pink with lots of flowers and other girlie stuff. I secretly think she can open a Marianne boutique if she wants, considering the fact that alot of her stuff are still in their plastic wrappings and are still unused and untouched. Basically she collects alot of stuff from stationery to accessories to I-don't-know-what. In short, she's like me in that aspect multiplied by ten or so. Anyway her room is like a little quaint attic-like room with the windows overlooking the road and can be elongated by opening the sliding doors to the study room. And if she wanted to access the rest of the house, she has to walk through the study room first, which effectively means that the study room is hers.
Her room reminds me of an artist's/a writer's studio from which you get inspiration by looking out of the window. Maybe it was precisely this reason that I got distracted from the studying. And all her stuff just made me inspired to go shopping more. I know, I'm just in a state of denial. Anything to get away from work and the all the stress of knowing I have to do work.
After that I was off to Mizusaki's world. Er, that's what my
sensei calls her classes. In her world, anybody can be asked to say anything at any time. So you can imagine it's like an interrogation session all in Japanese and where the subject changes in a few seconds, so if you think you can blank out or stone in her class, it is plainly suicidal. Of course I was a bit distracted, thinking of my last minute decision to go shopping after class heh.
8pm was never more welcomed than today. I rushed over to the welcoming embraces of the shops. The lights never looked warmer, nor the clothes more delightful to see. Why can't studying be like shopping? (Granted, I sound like an ultra bimbo right now) Well, to rephrase my question: why can't studying be so much easier and brainless? (of course then this sounds contradictory and rather like an oxymoron)
I met Elaine for late dinner and she convinced me, much to
my horror, that it was such a good idea to meet every week to shop. And
next week, she wants to buy her much-awaited un-auntish bag. When I heard that, the danger bells just started banging in my head.
Every week?? Of course, the fact that I didn't say yes doesn't help.
But I
didn't say no either. Hmmm...
1:27 am
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