Of Hairy Stories, Public Transport and Library Books

It’s now Thursday and exams are looming around the corner. This isn’t good at all. I’m so over studying that its not funny anymore. I’m getting sick of waiting for the day to come and passing all my units.

Speaking about hairy stories, I found my first white of my 20s. And I only JUST turned 20. This is not good at all. Must be all the stress I’ve been going thru lately. When I found that hair, I plucked it and of the whole strand, about 2 inches were pure white and the rest was a brown shade which I coloured my hair to. Aunty Siew Lian says its wisdom. Oh man….If the amount of white hair I have on my head corresponds to my wisdom, I musn’t have very much wisdom then…Teehee…Now Lin is just laughing at me. Hmph

On the topic of hair, I haven’t been to the hair dresser’s in ages and last night I thought it’d be a good idea to trim my fringe. Now usually my fringe trims are good, if I might say. So last night was DEFINITELY an exception. What I did was place my scissors just at the level where I wanted to cut my fringe, but for some reason or another I turned a little bit and my scissors ended up higher than I had intended. And I had begun snipping. I couldn’t very well uncut my hair, so I had to cut it from t hat level downwards.

I would put up my picture, but its really too embarrasing I’ll never live this moment down in my life. Oh joy. So now I’ve resorted to pinning all my hair back which results in this rounded looking face. Now don’t you love me?

I officially am put off by public transport. Though I must say I love my new smartrider thing which works like the Touch ‘n’ Go in Malaysia where you tag on and tag off the bus or train and the computer automatically deducts the right amount for your journey. Sure, you can’t use the 1 zone multiriders for 2 zones anymore, but it sure does save you a lot of hassle with the funky multirider machines that always somehow screws up my tickets. Well, yesterday I was running for a bus when the b us just left without me. Sometimes I wonder if the bus drivers are just scared of me? Cause I look like a mad woman trying to catch a bus? Or are they just too ignorant of how important public transport is to some people like me.

Anyways, besides stories on hair and public transport there is also the story about the library books this morning. I am soooooo put off by my stupidity sometimes I wonder how I made it to uni doing occupational therapy.

You see, the UWA library has some fancy-schmancy glass doors and there is a slot thru the front bit so you can return library books thru it after hours where it drops into this wooden trolley where the librarian remagnetises all the books.

So I rocked up at 7.30am to return my now overdue book before I procrastinate once again and I find the old chute blocked up and no sign saying where else I should return my books. So I waited and was not very happy since I had agreed to meet the others for VIVA practice at Curtin at 9am and I rely on public transport. So I sat there on the benches outside the library.

Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

Then I remembered Euhin used to go to UWA and he had just returned some books a day or 2 ago and he should roughly know where the chute is. So I SMSed him, hoping that he could at least tell me where to leave the stupid book. Even he didn’t know where else the chute would be and since the library opens at 8am (this was 7.50am by now) I could just wait another 10 minutes to return the books.

So I waited and brought out my THR stuff to read while waiting and my patience level was slowly dissipating by the second. I looked up and saw a girl walk with a book in her hand and she came to a wall near me (which had this sort of gate thing) and she pushed her book thru something and walked off empty handed.

I just stared at that place in the wall in disbelief. I was sitting 1 m away from it and I couldn’t believe my eyes.

I packed up my stuff and walked closer to inspect it and voila, true enough I found the after hours return chute. And this was 5 mins till the library opened.

See, they now have updated their after hours hours library chute where it is now hidden at the side of the fricking door and not labelled properly so people like me NOT FROM UWA do not have a clue to where to return the books to. See, Curtin designers are MUCH MORE SMARTER than the people who designed UWA (they had better not be the same people :P). For one, the sign to the chute was obscured by walls and the newspaper dispenser thing so I couldn’t have seen it. Second, the sign wasn’t bright enough. It just blended in with the background.

Rawwwwwr!!!

Heard enough stupidity for today? Haven’t heard enough? Say something!

*Note to self: Next time, try not to be sooooo stupid during exam periods.

P/S: Zaneta, don’t give up!! Hope all the funny stories above put you in the mood to study after laughing! Chin up babe!

P/P/S: People from Curtin reading this, come up and tell me how crazy I am the next time you see me.

P/P/P/S: I cannot stand anatomy anymore and I actually would consider working in rehab after I graduate and I passed my gero assignment!!! Thank you Calvin

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